Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 223 Community of Shared Destiny

Ave Mujica base.

"It's time for dinner. Chuhua and Xiaomu, take a rest first."

Mana divided the last dish of kelp and egg drop soup into portions according to the number of people. The light but delicious four dishes and one soup were ready. After serving them on the table one by one, she stopped Chuhua and Hemu who were practicing against each other.

"You two have been practicing all afternoon, why don't you take a break~"

Mu Zheng was happy to have dinner after get off work. He threw the seven-string guitar in his hand aside and sat on the dining table with his feet up. A few crystal beads of sweat flowed on his forehead and cheeks due to long-term training, shining with an oily luster together with the rice in the bowl.

Look how tired the child is, his face is starting to ooze oil.

"Eat, eat! Mana-chan, don't you want to eat with us?"

Mana smiled and gently stroked Xiaomu's head. A cute cat-like purring sound was heard. Mana opened her mouth but had no choice but to give up.

Although I have told her many times that she must wear shoes when going from the rehearsal area to the restaurant, Xiao Mu still doesn't listen. She always prepares to eat in just white socks, without washing or wiping her hands. She doesn't look like a young lady at all.

But this is also the cute part about Xiaomu. What’s wrong with a child being a little naughty... Anyway, Xiaomu washes his own socks. No matter how dirty his socks are, at most they will dirty his eyes.

"Xiao Mu, you have to wait for Chu Hua to eat together. You can't pick up your chopsticks alone."

"Oh..." Mu first lowered his head in a depressed manner, with a sullen expression on his face, but soon he became cheerful and called Chuhua's name with a smile.

"Chuhua Chuhua, stop practicing, let's eat together!"

Chuhua was performing some ballet moves. Going down the spiral staircase was a little difficult for her. If she accidentally missed a step, not only would the whole show fail, but one of her knees might even be broken.

Let’s practice on a flat sponge mat first… Then I practiced for an hour. It was a small clip that Xiao Mu could finish in five minutes, but I had to practice it for so long.

Chuhua put down his hand which had been hanging there, and his toes trembled uncontrollably. With the support of Mana, he walked to the dining table weakly. He had no desire to eat at all, and all he wanted was water.

"Chuhua, do you want me to make you some porridge?"

Mana felt distressed. She used a wet towel to wipe the sweat from Chuhua's forehead, who was too tired to speak, and asked in a low voice.

"No, we'll practice for a while after dinner... um!"

There was a salty taste in my mouth, with a hint of the freshness of hairtail - Mana's cooking skills were getting better and better, although I didn't really want to eat it, and it was Xiaomu's chopsticks that stuffed it into my mouth.

“This is harmful to your health!”

Xiaomu crossed his chopsticks like a drummer and rapped them several times, attracting the attention of Mana and Chuhua.

It was not until Chuhua and Mana started looking at him as if he was a fool that Xiaomu smiled sheepishly, scratched his head and put down his chopsticks.

"...If Chuhua doesn't eat well like this anymore, Mana-chan will teach Chuhua a lesson like this, hehehe."

Chuhua originally wanted to pull Mu to practice together, but after hearing what Mu said, he felt a little embarrassed - this was indeed overdrawing his body.

Actually, it would be fine if it was just me. When I was in Sumimi, I would occasionally work hard for a day or two like this. But after all, I am dragging Xiaomu to accompany me, so I can't be so selfish.

"Okay... then have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow night we must give our all and present our best side to... Hailing and Miaomeng are here."

Miao Meng, wearing sunglasses and covering her face tightly, and Hai Ling, carrying a small gift box with rough packaging, came in one after another. One of them took off her mask, and her face showed a look of relief as if she had regained her breath. The other one put the gift on the table calmly, and then silently went to tune her bass.

This is a mercenary.

"Let's eat something together?"

Chu Hua pointed to the food on the table. In fact, there was some hot food in the pot for midnight snack.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm going to lose weight these days." Miao Meng practically collapsed on the sofa, her cap awkwardly covering her pretty face, indicating that she didn't want to socialize at the moment. "Ah, I met a difficult little fan."

A weird pink-haired girl with such bad fashion sense has the nerve to claim to be her fan. She also pesters her to take photos and record videos and send them on LINE. It's so troublesome.

"I'll forget it. Someone nice has already treated me to dinner."

Hai Ling answered concisely that the bass had been well maintained by the staff and would be ready for use soon.

"Hey, is this Haizi's boyfriend?"

Talking about gossip, Miao Meng became energetic. He didn't care about his physical fatigue and got up to see what was going on.

Hai Ling shook her head, and the small pendant around her neck swayed with it, making a ringing sound. "I don't know, not yet."

"Is that what it means from now on?!"

"I don't know, not yet anyway."

It's not some youth love comedy where the relationship is more than friendship but less than love, it's just Hai Ling's rigorous choice of words as a legendary mercenary.

Chu Hua was a bit overwhelmed when she heard the suspected scandal and reminded: "Everyone, please pay attention. There is a dating clause in our contract. No dating within two years, regardless of gender, whether it is public or private!"

In fact, strictly speaking, only he himself could not do this. After all, the others either had almost no liquidated damages or had money to pay, and he was the only pauper... But Chu Hua certainly could not say such words.

"...Forget it." Seeing that everyone looked uninterested, Chu Hua also lowered his head dejectedly and focused on eating. "Anyway, you guys should think about it. This band doesn't tolerate outsiders."

"Who is the outsider?"

Good question, Xiao Mu. Chu Hua felt that his words were being taken seriously, and suddenly felt a little happy. He coughed to clear his throat and said righteously:

"The five of us are one family, and Xiangzi is one of us too..."

"Xiangzi?" Mu tilted his head in annoyance, his words practically igniting the group's breakup. "Xiangzi hasn't done anything so far, so why is he considered one of us?"

"Chuhua wouldn't have brought everyone together just to gain Xiangzi's personal gain, right?"

The base suddenly became quiet. Hailing put down the bass in her hand, Mana put the soup spoon back into the soup pot with a little sweat, and Miao Meng collapsed on the sofa with an expression of watching fun, crossing his legs and watching the fun - Chuhua's fun.

But Chu Hua had been in society after all, and Xiao Mu's little trick to embarrass him was not enough.

"That's just a side note. My real goal is to take the band to unprecedented heights—actually, each of us can get what we want from each other, so..."

Mu interrupted Chu Hua with a cheerful smile: "So from now on, we are a community of shared destiny, playing music together, like an orchestra!"

What? It turns out Xiao Mu just wanted to help me rally people's hearts - Chu Hua not only breathed a sigh of relief, but also looked at Mu with some gratitude when their eyes met, and nodded to her with a smile.

Good boy, I allow you to be lazy tonight. I will let you record the guitar part alone after everyone has finished practicing the song.

"That's right, we are a community with a shared destiny~" Mana climbed onto Chuhua's shiny shoulders. The sleeveless shirt with golden hair draped over it was stained with sweat, and the faded tortoiseshell buttons were barely shining.

"A community of shared destiny..." Hai Ling thought silently with her head down, plucking the bass in her hand, making a somewhat low string sound.

"It's pretty much the same as what Mr. Baihe said. It seems we really will share the same fate."

It's just different gunpowder in a bunch of fireworks, but the fate is of course the same.

Everything went so smoothly, flying smoothly into the sky...how long can it fly?