Chapter 92: Qingling, From Now On I’ll Always Accompany You to School...

“I’ll join in whatever game you want...”
Haruhino Genji leaned back on the sofa, one hand resting casually on Mizuki Kiyoshi’s shoulder, a strand of golden hair twirling between his fingers as he spoke nonchalantly.

His arrogant tone made Mai Hanai tremble with frustration, her emotions rising and falling erratically, dizzying to watch.

Even Kanae Terashima was visibly annoyed, her delicate brows furrowed slightly, feeling she had been underestimated.

Mizuki Kiyoshi, however, covered her mouth to suppress a laugh, thinking this bastard was still the same bastard—his cheeky demeanor was infuriating enough to make one want to hit him.

“Let’s sing! Whoever scores the highest wins! The losers must answer one question from each person. If they can’t, they have to drink a whole bottle!”
Kanae Terashima decisively proposed the game.

With three girls and one guy, there were indeed few games suitable.

“A scoring mode, huh?”

Haruhino Genji narrowed his eyes slightly. He had heard of Japan’s karaoke scoring systems before and had always wanted to try it, but never had the chance.

Traditional karaoke scoring works by comparing melodic features: as someone sings, the system records their voice in real-time, converts it into digital signals, and compares it with the original track, calculating the similarity in pitch, rhythm, and tone.

The closer the singer’s melody matches the original, the better the pitch and rhythm, and the higher the score.

This adds challenge and entertainment to karaoke.

Imagine singing passionately, hitting soaring high notes, feeling like the next Mayumi Iriya, only for the machine to rate your voice as sounding like a Japanese comedian’s ridiculous fish impersonation, and your score ends up at 45. The scene itself is amusing.

“No problem.”

Haruhino Genji smiled and nodded. “Karaoke is exactly my forte.”

Though he secretly wanted to try the legendary “King’s Game,” with only four people, options were limited.

Singing was simple and straightforward.

Genji’s charming smile made Mai Hanai blush deeply, even shyly turning her head away.

“You just brag! I’ll go first!”

Mai grabbed the tablet and microphone, determined to choose her strongest song.

“Hey, since when do you sing? I’ve never heard you before,” Mizuki nudged the guy beside her.

They had been living together for over half a month now. Mizuki knew everything about Haruhino, even the color of his underwear, but singing?

Suddenly recalling the loud singing she once overheard outside the bathroom—singing not in Japanese but in Chinese—Mizuki shivered. This guy strangely knew a lot about the East.

“Kanae and Mai are pretty good at singing; scores of 80 are common for them.”

“Mizuki, if even you don’t believe in me, I’m heartbroken!”

Haruhino pretended to be deeply hurt, reaching out to pull the lovely Mizuki in for a kiss.

Their eyes met. Though the ceiling lights were dim, at such close range, Genji could clearly see Mizuki’s slightly parted lips and even feel her warm breath on his face.

The distance between them unconsciously narrowed, and Mizuki habitually closed her eyes.

“Pick a song! Pick a song! What are you two doing?”

Kanae couldn’t stand it any longer. Hands on her hips, she stood between them and shoved the tablet toward Mizuki.

The screen’s glow made Mizuki’s cheeks flush.

Mai was already singing—a popular rock song, fast and intense, perfectly matching her style.

Her perfect figure swayed with the music, a white blouse casually unbuttoned at two buttons, exuding both elegance and boldness. Her jet-black curls tumbled freely, the blouse’s hem tied into a neat bow, revealing a stunningly slender waist.

Mai swayed wildly to the rhythm, raising the microphone above her head from time to time with rhythmic energy. Genji worried her delicate waist might not hold up—she was clearly in the zone.

As the song ended, Mai stood still, wiping sweat from her brow. For her, this level of exertion was no challenge, though alcohol made her sweat more easily.

The huge screen flared up with fiery colors, as if preparing to celebrate. Soon, two large numbers appeared:

“89 points!”

Seeing the score, Mai clenched her fist triumphantly and cheered, turning around proudly.

Earning 89 points was exceptional—so exceptional that even the original singer might not reach a passing score. It was a strange phenomenon.

“See? You know how good I am now!”

Mai shook her hips and swaggered over to Genji, dressed boldly like a true sassy girl.

“Not bad, about half my level,” Genji smiled, finding their occasional frustrated outbursts oddly delightful.

“You’re so annoying!” Mai snapped.

Knowing her temper, if Mizuki weren’t around, Mai would have physically subdued him long ago instead of singing.

Though irritated, there was nothing she could do.

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“Pfft!”

Mizuki couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mizuki!”

Seeing Mizuki giggle, Mai ran over with a pout and grabbed her arm, which soon disappeared beneath Mizuki’s grasp.

Genji watched with a hint of envy.

Next up was Kanae Terashima,

singing “The True Secret of Our Feelings” — a light, cheerful, and cute song perfectly suited for her.

She scored a solid 90 points!

“Over 90!”

Kanae remained calm, but Mai cheered loudly first, blowing a party horn continuously.

In her exuberance, another button on her already unstable blouse popped open.

Genji felt dizzy, suspecting Mai was deliberately trying to distract him with her charms.

Damn it! Luckily, his resolve was strong!

“Hey, Mizuki, can you let go now? I can’t look anymore,” Genji forced a smile that looked worse than crying.

“Hmph!” Mizuki snorted, retracting the fingers that had been pinching the soft flesh at his waist.

“If you dare to stare again, it won’t just be pinching the waist.”

She pouted, wiggling two fingers threateningly.

“No way, Mizuki, my first glance was just a man’s instinct...”

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