(Ceruno)
I was Ceruno.
The half still inside the data avatar.
It was currently 5:50 p.m. In ten minutes, this concert that would decide the world's fate would begin right on schedule.
The rehearsal had gone through in one take. Even Sirius had been satisfied, and even if she had not been, there would have been no chance for a second try...
In the front row below the stage, I could see Dad and Mom waving glow sticks. Even Uncle and Aunt were holding my support signs, which made Miluno beside me seem a little pitiful.
"Miluno, good luck!"
Before going onstage, I could not help cheering her on.
She responded with a wry smile.
"Aren't we rivals?"
"We'll definitely save Mi Xue, even if it's for your sake..."
But she reached out and ruffled my hair.
"Then you do your best too."
"D-Don't mess up my hair..."
A professional stylist had worked so hard on it.
Betelgeuse had added a voting feature beneath the livestream site. We would use it to decide the final election results and determine who would become captain.
Besides that voting livestream room, Mi Xue's livestream room and the Thought Network were broadcasting at the same time. Mi Xue's room, as always, filmed Miluno from every possible angle, openly displaying her favoritism.
"What's that about? Doesn't that mean she gets more camera time than me?"
Night Owl was the concert's photographer. The advantage provided by her magic meant that even more professional photographers could not shift perspectives as flexibly as she could.
So she could not focus solely on filming me.
The election had not even started, and I was already at a disadvantage.
How many people were looking at Miluno's thighs right now?
All our performance outfits were skirts. Had she properly worn safety