Chapter 73: I Am the Blank Songstress
Inside the cabin.
A silver-haired Night Star sat in front of a computer, eyes intensely focused on what she was searching.
The ghost girl floated around her curiously, very curious about what she was doing.
“Night Star, what are you up to?”
“Mmmm, just checking info on songstresses.”
“Why check this information?”
“Because I want to become a songstress.”
“Shocker! Didn’t expect timid Night Star actually wants to be a songstress?! Is the world ending?!”
Eypar’s eyes widened, and her antenna wobbled with the shock.
Shaking her head, Night Star said, “There’s something that must be done. Therefore, I can’t retreat or else no one will be able to flip things around.”
“Hmmm…”
Eypar could sense the determination in her voice.
Not knowing what had happened, she decided to support Night Star anyway.
“Go for it! I’ll back you up!”
“Thanks.”
At that moment, an idea struck Night Star.
If it were just theoretical knowledge, it wouldn’t be much use, so professional guidance would be required.
Among those she knew…
She started to reach out to someone.
“Eypar, I have to go out, can you handle staying here?”
“Yeah yeah, take care.”
…
In the Nameless Restaurant, a blue-haired loli waited impatiently, stirring her drink absentmindedly on the table.
After some time, a black-haired girl entered the restaurant and walked toward her.
“I’m sorry I made you wait, Qing Liao.”
“Nothing, why did you text me here?”
Since their last meeting, Qing Liao and Night Star had exchanged contact details. She never thought they’d meet again so soon, but indeed, they did.
Qing Liao was a bit happy that she had been invited out by someone whose hobbies aligned. Not being pleased was impossible.
Of course, she didn’t show it too obviously.
Night Star sat opposite her, seriously stating, “Qing Liao, do you know how to become a songstress?”
“Why ask about this?”
“Because I want to become a songstress.”
“Are you kidding?”
“No, I’m serious.”
Seeing the resolve in Night Star’s eyes, Qing Liao realized she wasn’t joking.
Qing Liao couldn’t help averting her gaze.
“You shouldn’t ask me though, since I’m not a songstress…”
“Hmm…”
Yes, it was true. Future Qing Liao would be the world’s songstress, but right now, she was still just a little girl.
Quickly, Qing Liao cleared her throat.
“However… you can’t win, but I’ve caught up on all the knowledge lately, so ask away – there’s nothing I don’t know.”
Actually, Qing Liao has been preparing to become a songstress. She had studied non-stop to grasp the intricacies of being one, and it was almost time to practice.
Of course, she dared not confide this to Night Star.
To fail would be too embarrassing.
“Thank you so much!” Night Star let out a sigh.
“Not a problem…”
Suddenly, Night Star remembered something and asked, “Qing Liao, do you like any current songstresses?”
“No. The music industry feels dull to me, with no one making waves. There is no one worth supporting at this point. So, if that’s the case, maybe I should become one.”
“Oh, really.”
“Is there a problem with that?”
“No, I believe in you.”
Night Star reckoned that even Qing Liao had forgotten about the Blank Songstress. She changed her goal; before she admired the Blank Songstress, and now…
“Oh well.”
I’ll figure everything out.
“What’s the real reason you want to be a songstress, Star?”
“Because I want to recreate someone’s existence…”
“Huh? What does that mean?”
Star shook her head and replied, “Never mind, but seriously, I want to get the status of a songstress so that I can perform a song and make it popular.”
“Okay… Getting the title sounds easy enough, just get your name registered in the songstress association, but getting it to catch on…”
These days, getting a song famous was quite the challenge.
Every day, countless new songs flooded the market. Competing with an unknown songstress was like trying to break a stone with an egg.
However, if the quality was top-notch, success was possible.
Qing Liao pondered and asked, “Do you even sing?”
“Well, sort of…”
“Good, then let’s head to the songstress association and register!”
“Huh? So soon?”
“Don’t worry, it’s a cinch. I breezed through when I went.”
Some girls claimed to not want to be a songstress, but secretly registered.
And no names were needed here.
Star stared speechless.
Could it be that becoming a songstress wasn’t so simple after all? Or was Qing Liao already super-duper talented?
Becoming a songstress meant exceptional talent!
But it was too late to turn back.
Be brave, move forward!
Qing Liao led Night Star to the songstress association where Star looked around curiously.
“So when did you first register as a songstress?”
“Just messing around, who knew I’d get approved?”
Nope, Qing Liao had been planning to become a songstress for a while. She hesitated due to potential ridicule, but she forgot her original motivation which wasn’t to be the star of the industry, but…
What exactly?
Qing Liao felt like she had forgotten some critical detail.
After some time, Qing Liao brought Night Star to some staff and shoved her forward.
“Can you check her qualifications, please?”
“Oh, the little prodigy, I was waiting for you to become a star. With such talent, you better keep practicing!”
The mature, possibly middle-aged lady asked curiously, “Is she a friend of yours? Could she also have the potential to become a songstress?”
Gathering her courage, Night Star stepped forth.
“Lemme try.”
“Fine, follow me. It’s tough, five-note-perfect voice is only the start. Hoping you’re ready for other standards.”
She nodded, entering the testing area.
…
Shortly after, Star strode out confidently, followed by the astonished staff member.
“The future songstress… How scary could these kids be? Looks like the industry might finally thrive again.”
The staff member sat at a computer asking, “What should we call you? Every songstress needs a nickname like ‘Clear Mist’—go on.”
Drawing a breath, Star whispered, “Blank.”
Staff heard “Blank” typed data into system.
From that moment on, Star was the Blank Songstress!
Instantly, Star felt different.
“Night Star, you…”
Star turned, smiling faintly.
“Why?”
“It feels like…”
Everything was familiar yet foreign.
She was starting something.
“I see. Well, we’re done here, let’s go hear my song.”
Nodding, Star left.
That staff member was shocked as well.
“Wow, why do I feel she could become the world’s greatest songstress?”
The staff member was ready to become the ultimate fan.
When news broke…
…
Nightwatch Base.
Mo Tu walked out of his room, lost in thought.
He found Xiao Jin and Wang Chao looking tense.
Xiao Jin greeted him, “Tu, noticed anything strange?”
Raising an eyebrow, Tu thought, “They must’ve been briefed by the Sunlight Watcher, always noticing oddities.”
“Absolutely.”
“Did you learn more?”
“There are secrets. Information is powerful, forbidden from reaching this realm. Even if known, it may evaporate. I barely remember.”
Hearing this, Xiao Jin’s expression shifted.
“Is it bad news?”
“Maybe. If you trust me—don’t ask.”
Nodding, Xiao Jin reassured.
“But how can we aid Ye Lan?”
“With her goals, you only need support.”
“Got it.”
Jiang Bai nodded, “We’ll aid Ye Lan,” deciding to offer help.
“Let them be,” Tu continued strolling, contemplating his next move outside base.
Then, he spotted a black-haired loli, her aura having slightly shifted.
Upon seeing her, he almost thought she was taken over.
“That feel…”
Familiar yet alien.
Yes, she was moving forward.
Lanhua also took note of Tu, wrinkling her nose.
“Tu Rabbit, loitering ’round here?”
Tutut smiled.
“Must I call you ‘rabbit’?”
“Huh. Weak as ever, you’re worse than a mascot. So ‘Tu Rabbit’.”
“How rude. Can you imagine how a man feels with such a nickname?”
“Whatever, I don’t care…”
At first, she saw him as a tool.
Who knew he’d be useless?
Her displeasure grew.
“Ah…”
Tutu chuckled.
“Nobody’s disbelieved me like this. When I’m in, I know everything.”
“Blah Blah?”
She was startled.
“Blah Blah?”
“Yes, it’s true. I’m capable of great things. You can’t underestimate me.”
“Alice?!”
Lanhua was surprised.
“Blah Blah…”
Tu wasn’t going to continue, seeing her anxious.
“Dare mock me!?”
Tu smirked inwardly, refusing to elaborate.
“Tu, remembering something?”
“Perhaps, perhaps not. Just do what you want, I’ll leave now.”
“…”
Lanhua pondered, confused.
Oh no, seventeen-year-old Tu is so capable.
She assumed he lacked skills, but instead, he worked hard, exceeding expectations.
“Ugh, forget it, time to practice. Must nail this!”
Reassuring herself, Lanhua ran off.
“More practice…”
Wearing headphones, she replayed the familiar song.
Through the Wish Machine, it persisted.
This was key.
Yet, merely repetition was not enough. She must undertake something unprecedented.
For this, she musters courage.
