Chapter 9: Poor Miss Miku (Continued)

Miku Izayoi looked at the girls below the stage, who were going wild for her, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. Her joy was written all over her face.

She greatly enjoyed her life as a Spirit now.

She did not need to care about the company's restrictions or deal with those disgusting producers. As long as she continued displaying her talent, she could remain beneath the spotlight forever, without worrying that her fans would betray her.

Everything she had now was exactly what she wanted.

"Clap, clap—"

Amid the crowd's cheers, a burst of applause suddenly rang through the air. Though it was an extremely soft sound, it was more powerful than all the cheers beneath the stage combined.

Miku Izayoi, who had just been singing and dancing with a smile on her face, followed the sound of the applause and looked toward the other side of the stage. A figure entered her sight, and the smile on her face froze stiffly in place.

"You sang quite well. I was so captivated that I put aside my work and stopped for quite a while."

The golden-eyed youth stood straight on the other side of the stage, facing Miku Izayoi from afar. A faint smile rested on his face, giving him a sunny, gentle air.

He was undoubtedly a strikingly handsome young man, with long hair that carried the sheen of black jade, refined features, and the sort of appearance that could make the vast majority of girls swoon.

Unfortunately, the Ninth Spirit was not among that vast majority.

Looking at the smiling youth, Miku Izayoi's beautiful eyes uncontrollably revealed the same disgust one would feel after finding a dead fly in one's lunch. She abruptly raised her head and shrieked.

"Why is there such a filthy