Chapter 626: Banana's Evil Not the Dao (54)

"Well, there's no need to keep me company anymore; the tension from earlier has completely disappeared now."

"Hehe, has the party's atmosphere already gotten to you?"

Zhigengniao shook her head: "I'm afraid not; I just... discovered some things I previously overlooked."

"Oh?"

Zhigengniao looked at the expectant crowd before her, her eyes slightly lowered: "Everyone thinks that after experiencing such a drastic change, my life should have changed. But... that's not the case. Regarding birds and flight, I still haven't found a better answer."

"Even if I think of something, it would take a long time to ponder and conduct many trials to prove it... I think my brother is probably doing the same thing now."

Mikai: "So, are you ready to start from today?"

"Well, not exactly. Just thinking about what's going to happen next, I suddenly realized that hymns always demand the choir maintain unity with a devout spirit... but in the center of the dance floor, when people stand under just the right lighting. Even if each person differs, it doesn't stop them from looking indistinguishable."

Zhigengniao slowly walked up to the microphone.

"Perhaps the true issue with harmony lies in the lighting, not the audience. Just like right now... people aren't limited to singing in unison; even if they produce different sounds, they can still be linked... this is 【tuning】. I believe this harmony song can even accommodate dissonance."

"I will bring the sound belonging to Liúmèng Jiāo."

The uplifting melody had just begun, and before anyone could react, Zhigengniao had already tossed the microphone aside, quickly walking to the turntable on the other side of the stage, her fingers flying over the mixing board, sliding and adjusting—immediately after... a section of electronic prelude, utterly different in style and explosive, burst forth like a thunderclap!

The drumbeats were like a rapid heartbeat, the bass shook everyone's chests, and even the venue's lights became hurried and flickering!

This sudden change was like a bolt of lightning cleaving a tranquil, water‑still night!

——

Lonely rock.

"Rock, rock...? No, it's electronic core reverb?!" Liang finally stopped wearing that poker face, a flash of genuine surprise crossing his eyes.

The heavy bass line not only shook Liúmèng Jiāo, but also reached Bochi Jiang and others rehearsing a band somewhere in Shimokitazawa; the frantic, rain‑like drum machine rhythm completely tore apart the party's previous tranquil atmosphere, causing this 【harmony】 song to no longer soothe people mindlessly, but instead fill them with lively, vigorous, vital energy—

"Waaah!" Hongxia shouted, her eyes wide round: "Miss Zhigengniao actually knows how to DJ! This is too..."

It's just too visually striking.

The crowd in Liúmèng Jiāo that had originally been waiting for Zhigengniao's solo performance, after a brief moment of astonishment, burst into even more fervent cheers! People seemed to have their nature liberated by this sudden rhythm, starting to sway and jump wildly; the whole scene instantly shifted from solemn to a boiling carnival!

"Good... so strong..." Kitō opened her mouth wide, watching Zhigengniao on the screen sweating freely at the turntable, vigorously shaking her long hair to the rhythm she created; the rigid idol image in her mind was shattering, then reforming into a more dazzling, cooler existence!

And Bochi Jiang was already completely petrified in the corner.

(Eh???? Wait, wait! No way?! That super‑elegant superstar, Miss Zhigengniao who's on a completely different level from me, actually has this wild side? This rhythm full of destructive power, and the aura as if it's about to burn everything to ashes…)

(Isn't this… the very rock‑star stage image I've secretly fantasized about in my room? Even though Miss Zhigengniao looks so well‑behaved…)

Hongxia stared at the completely dazed Bochi Jiang, then looked up at the stage curtain where Zhigengniao resembled a rock‑star giant, suddenly clapped her hands hard, and a bright, slightly mischievous smile spread across her face.

"I've decided! For the next live, we'll also try electronic elements! Bochi Jiang, your guitar should also produce that... feeling of tearing everything apart!"

Bochi Jiang instantly snapped out of his petrification: "Eh?? Do I even have a part in this?!"

——

"Whoa——!"

March 7 couldn't help but sway to the rhythm as well.

Meanwhile, behind the crowd, Botio sat in a chair, watching the spectacle that Zhigengniao had ignited before him, very satisfied. He also couldn't help nodding his head lightly to the strong beat, but this posture didn't last long before two people excitedly lifted his arms.

At first he struggled a bit, then resignedly gave up resistance, embraced those two people's shoulders, and began to sway happily to the rhythm.

"Okay, okay!"

On the other side of the party, the high‑end memorizer was using the most primitive, simple method, holding a "Vice Director" and constantly clicking photos, utterly absorbed in recording every scene before him.

The wave of music surged from the stage toward every corner of Liúmèng Jiāo, and in this unrestrained rock storm, Reke finally put down his "Vice Director" with full satisfaction.

"Finally, all the conditions for reaching the plot climax are met. Now, let us welcome the splendid finale——"

"……"

In the arts classroom on the other side, Luanpo took out a can of spray paint: "——Done! Galaxy Ninja Myriad Changes, this is 【Super Ninja Scroll】! I have infused the earlier memory ninjutsu into it. If the Toad Ninja's words are correct, this is the blade that wards off misfortune for the evil ones."

"Mm, as long as we inject the memories containing the 【ninja】 meme virus into the synesthesia dream, we can cover over the existence of the Sleepy Banana Little Monkey in the dream."

No delay, the three went to Reke's pre‑prepared camera, followed the steps we'd agreed on, looked at the viewfinder's image, and were shortly transmitted into the synesthesia dream.

"Banana..."

Just as Xing entered the dream, the sound of the Sleepy Banana Little Monkey began to echo in her ears.

She violently shook her head, trying to dispel this maddening brain‑washing sound, but her vision was quickly affected; as she opened her eyes, almost her entire field of view was filled with Sleepy Banana Little Monkeys jumping up and down.

"A——an island covered in banana trees, the nest of the Sleepy Banana Little Monkey!"

"Banana banana banana banana~ banana banana banana banana~"