Is it really a straight girl?

Her soft voice was almost covered by Miss Qian Che's singing in the video.

"Although it's not exactly this, but there is also a reason for it." Miss Yaki, who had almost recovered her natural state, waved her hand at Mahiru, and replied casually: "The main reason is, um, she is my friend. "

Miki found a legitimate reason and excuse.

But this reason seems to only have a counterproductive effect when facing Mahiru.

Mahiru was silent for a long time, until Qian Che in the computer finished singing another verse, for some reason, and she didn't know what kind of subtle emotions were mixed in her heart at this moment, she subconsciously said:

"Actually, I can sing very well..."

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"Yeah, Miki knows." The girl focused her attention on the screen, waved her hand and casually answered what Mahiru said.

'Mahiru sings very nicely', this is what Ms. Lianhua used when she first introduced Mahiru to Yaki on the first day she came here.

He also said that Ms. Mahiru is a very talented musician.

Miki is already very clear about these things.

"..."

For some reason, Mahiru suddenly bowed her head silently, feeling much depressed.

She saw the blue figure singing proudly on the screen, surrounded by lights, and surrounded by many audience fans waving light sticks, blooming with her own brilliance.

Like... the main character.

She didn't want to end the topic just now, and after hesitating for a long time, Mahiru thought a lot in her heart and asked, "Yaki, do you like this type?"

Every word like this turns into sound.But the voice didn't seem to be completely conveyed from her mouth, because when she said this, she felt that her heart and chest seemed to be disturbed, and the anxiety was spreading, as if something deep in her heart was decaying and withering It seemed that after saying this, she herself was hurt.

"Like it? Hmm..." Miki's mind wasn't on Mahiru at this time, he just stared at the person on the screen seriously, listening to her singing, and liked her posture.

"Should I say I like it? She is my friend... So, it should be said that it is the friendship and affection between friends?"

Miji didn't pay too much attention to the conversation she was having now, and in fact, she didn't want to say anything more.

The only thing she wants to do now is to listen to and see the trace that Miss Qian Che has left in the world.

The Miss Qianche in the video is not an illusion, but real.

When Mi Ji realized this, it was as if he had been comforted, and a bit of warmth was added to his almost withered heart.

The feeling of emptiness and defeat in my heart disappeared immediately.

"Then... am I?" Mahiru's voice behind him paused and hesitated.

"Hey, what is it?" Yaki responded to Mahiru with the words she used to say in a daze.

Her mind wasn't on chatting, so naturally she didn't think about what Mahiru said now and what it meant.

"Friends...something like that." Mahiru's voice became much lower.

"What?" Mi Ji asked repeatedly as if he didn't hear clearly.

Because Mahiru's voice was soft and deep just now, and the singing voice in the computer almost completely covered the whole environment, Yaki could only hear the word 'friend' clearly, nothing more.

"I... am I, Yaki's friend?" Mahiru puffed up his breath again, pursed his lips, and clenched his fists hanging under his waist, conveying this important question to the other party.

She didn't know what Miji was thinking.

But she always felt that she seemed to be pushed out by a certain distance, maybe close, but... farther than another person.

A person I've never seen before.

To be able to hold such a grand concert, and have such a good original song, as a friend of the big idol, Ms. Kakata, Mahiru should know this idol.

But although she had a slight sense of familiarity with this person, she had never seen him before.

And it was such a person, whom Mahiru had never seen before, who seemed to be closer to Yaki than her.

The person's approach made him seem farther away.

Who can accept such a thing?No one can accept it naturally.

She wants to make sure of something.Because there is a sense of crisis that seems to be brewing in my heart.

She didn't even know what it was, but this weird feeling was about to push her to do strange things that she wouldn't normally think of.

"Of course." Miki bowed his hands, and glanced curiously at Mahiru beside her, but didn't notice anything, then continued to stare back at her computer screen.

"Mahiru is also a good friend."

After relaxing a lot, Miji's attention is no longer just looking at one video interface as before.

The U disk folder behind the video also contains a lot of information, including the name of the album, folders of cover songs and original songs, official live videos of various concerts, some score lyrics, and many materials related to Qianche, Q version image and animation images and the like.

It's too rich, I'm afraid I won't be able to watch all of them in a few days... It seems that there are some live videos.

Miki thought about this, and didn't pay much attention to Miss Mahiru who was behind her with complicated emotions.

"……Oh."

Mahiru responded softly.

Just good friends?

For some reason, she was always dissatisfied when she got the expected answer.

Is it because Miji's answer is too proficient, too natural and brisk, and too indifferent?

Or is it because she doesn't want to stay at the so-called 'good friend' relationship?

Why on earth did it become like this?

Unsatisfied, just listening to the songs that are filling the room now, watching Miji carefully check various files about another person by clicking the mouse lightly.

There will be a subtle discomfort in her chest, which cannot be calmed down.

"Then, does Miji like me?" She bit her lip and said.

This question was like a thorn on a rose branch. When she grabbed the rose and handed this eye-catching red flower to the other party, Mahiru herself was also stabbed.

After asking, I regretted it.

But... I have to ask again.

Maybe, if you don't make any active attacks, you won't have an advantage, right?

Perhaps, she has no advantage at all.

She is very conflicted.

I hope that the other party likes me, but in my heart, I vaguely have 'no hope'.

If Miki hated her, she wouldn't need to be so entangled, right?

If it is said that it is impossible, then you don't have to be as confused as you are now, right?

……

"I like it."

Miki turned around.

"Mahiru treats me very well, how could she not like it?"

This girl with purple hair at night flashed Zitong's gaze agilely.

Looking at each other for a moment, Mahiru subconsciously avoided his gaze.

"But Mahiru, please don't get me wrong, it's just a love between friends, and Yaki doesn't have any special feelings for Mahiru." Miki, whose mood had just returned to normal, directly said what was in his heart: "After all, Mahiru also has feelings for me. Nothing in particular to like."

"In short, I think the current relationship is very good." said the purple fur.

Mahiru's continuous thoughts also stopped here.

Miji's statement was indeed her previous thought.

Why do you say it was before?

Because now, something has changed.

Seeing Miji so anxious for another person, almost heartbroken, distressed and helpless, hopeful and hopeful.

Mahiru inevitably had different feelings.

no way.

She is jealous.

"Just good friends?"

So I asked something that I would never say normally.

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410 [-]. Unknown feelings