A Talk with the Producer

Upon entering the room, Molis swept her gaze over the Ring in the room. It was a fairly spacious area, with several computers on the tables and various guitars and basses hanging along the walls.

There were also some strange-looking instruments, though Molis could not make heads or tails of them.

"Hey, Old Qin! Who's here?"

At that moment, a delicate-looking young man poked his head out from an inner room, then met the eyes of Molis and the Bai cat on her shoulder.

"Yo, Little Chen."

Rabi the Bai cat raised a paw and greeted him.

"Rabi? You're here."

The young man came out and then spotted Molis.

After staring at Molis for quite a while, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Y-you're Molis. Oh, what an honor, what an honor."

He stepped forward, looking rather excited. His outstretched hand got halfway there before he suddenly felt it was inappropriate and pulled it back.

Seeing him like this, Molis more or less understood what kind of person he was.

"Ah, hello. And you are?"

The young man realized he had been somewhat improper. He gave a light cough and was just about to introduce himself.

Rabi suddenly spoke from the side:

"His name is Chen Cheng. He writes lyrics. Just call him Little Chen."

"Huh?"

Chen Cheng was interrupted by Rabi before he could introduce himself and was momentarily speechless.

Molis glanced at him. Little Chen was definitely not appropriate, so she gave a slight bow.

"Hello, Brother Chen."

Hearing her address him that way, Chen Cheng scratched his head awkwardly.

"Hehe, Miss Molis, actually, I'm your fan. It's an honor to be able to write lyrics for you."

Oh no, she had run into a fan in Bai daylight.

Molis stiffened, then smiled somewhat unnaturally.

At that moment, Qin Xiansheng opened the refrigerator and asked Molis and the others with a smile:

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, a cola, please."

Molis thought for a moment before answering.

"I'll have a cappuccino."

Rabi raised a paw.

"We don't have that."

Qin Xiansheng gave Rabi a sidelong glance, then got it a can of sugar-free cola instead.

Molis sat on the sofa and accepted the can of cola he handed her. After thanking him, she looked up at him a few times.

Qin Xiansheng took a low stool and sat opposite her. Noticing Molis's inquisitive gaze, he smiled and casually asked:

"So, Miss Molis, what was your first impression of me?"

Hearing the question from across from her, Molis thought seriously for a moment before saying:

"Hmm... I think you don't look like someone who makes music. You look more like someone in IT."

"Haha, you're not wrong."

"But music and IT are pretty similar. They're both languages, after all."

Qin Xiansheng said with an elegant, easygoing smile.

"By the way, what is your name, Mr. Qin?"

Molis suddenly asked.

"My name is Qin Xiansheng."

Qin Xiansheng answered with a smile.

"Huh?"

Molis froze.

"My surname is Qin, and my given name is Xiansheng."

Qin Xiansheng repeated himself.

"Uh... is that so?"

Molis turned back and glanced at Rabi.

Rabi spread its paws.

"You never asked..."

"Alright, you don't need to say any more."

Molis cut it off.

"There must be some deeper meaning behind that name, right?"

"Because I have a twin sister, and I was born first, I was named Qin Xiansheng."

Qin Xiansheng spread his hands and explained.

"I-is that how it works?"

"By the way, my sister's name was Qin Housheng, but when she grew up, she thought the name sounded awful, so she changed it."

"I-is that how it works?"

As the others chatted happily, Chen Cheng, who had been left out at the side, asked, "Where's my drink?"

"Get it yourself."

Qin Xiansheng chatted with Molis for quite a while longer. Finally, he stretched slightly, then nodded and said seriously:

"Alright, I have a general understanding now."

"So, are we getting down to business now?"

Seeing that he seemed about to discuss serious matters, Molis straightened up.

"No, we already got down to business."

That was what Qin Xiansheng said.

The girl was confused.

"Our conversation just now was part of the business."

He said it as though it were only natural.

"From our chat, I was more or less able to determine what kind of style of song suits you best, so the direction for the song has already been decided."

Molis looked astonished.

So that was how it worked?

"But since you're here, how about singing a few songs?"

He suddenly suggested.

"Huh? Where?"

Molis was stunned for a moment, and shortly afterward, she was taken into one of the inner rooms.

The room was divided by a sheet of soundproof glass, forming a simple recording studio.

Molis entered the inner section and sat in a chair. A microphone hung before her.

Under the gazes of the people outside, she cleared her throat a few times, then nervously began singing songs she knew well.

When the song ended.

Qin Xiansheng sat in his chair, pondering for a moment before turning to Chen Cheng and asking:

"Little Chen, what do you think..."

"It sounded amazing, it was practically heavenly."

Chen Cheng chuckled foolishly, still immersed in Molis's singing from moments ago.

...Alright, judging by how he looked, this was probably settled.

"So... is that enough?"

Standing before the two of them, Molis asked hesitantly.

Qin Xiansheng nodded. "Mm, I have a few rough ideas. Thank you for your help today."

He thanked Molis very politely.

"No, it should be me bothering you two."

Molis quickly waved her hands.

"See you again, Miss Molis."

Under Chen Cheng's reluctant gaze, Molis and Rabi left the place.

On the way back, Molis was still deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?"

Rabi asked.

"Nothing. It's just that he was completely different from my old stereotypical impression."

That night, Zhou Mo once again went to the southern part of the city.

After searching along several different streets, she bought another pile of late-night snacks and returned.

"Nom, eating like this won't make me gain weight, right?"

Molis picked up a skewer of grilled meat and took a bite.

"You're a Magical Girl. You won't gain weight."

Rabi replied from the side.

In the livestream, Molis was cruelly tormenting the chat with food.

Watching the chat descend into madness, Molis's lips curved upward slightly.

"Late-night food streams guarantee sleep streams."

In a certain residential complex, a young man lay in bed. He had originally been sleeping along with the Magical Girl in the livestream, but on a whim, he switched to another stream and saw Molis devouring a whole skewer of barbecue in one bite.

And so, the young man drifted off to sleep with drool running from the corner of his mouth.

"Did you hear? Magical Girl Molis is going to hold her first performance soon."

One morning, as soon as her deskmate arrived at school, she said this to Zhou Mo, who was sprawled over her desk.

"Mm, I know."

Zhou Mo replied flatly without opening her eyes.

"So you already knew."

Her deskmate looked at her, her eyes darting around before she leaned closer and whispered:

"How about we go watch it together?"

Zhou Mo raised her head and looked speechlessly at her eager deskmate.

"Not going."