Comprehensive comic: Succubus Shota, one mile of ability every day

Bai Shi's mind gradually became clear. He seemed to have uncovered layers of fog and finally understood the indescribable struggle and pursuit deep in Mao Yue's heart. He understood why Mao Yue had so eagerly embarked on the journey of finding "self" until today. This is not just a simple exploration, but also a challenge and breakthrough to the limits of self.

In Mao Yue's world, perhaps that voice has echoed countless times - I can't do it. It is not just a sense of powerlessness towards a specific goal, but also a deep doubt about one's own potential. She was afraid that she would not be able to cross the seemingly unreachable threshold, and stand on the dazzling stage with her partners who fought side by side, the holy place in the hearts of all dreamers - Budokan. This cognition was like a huge rock pressing on her heart, forcing her to seek some kind of comfort to escape the pain of facing reality.

"Yue Yue, lend me your phone." Bai Shi's voice broke the subtle silence between the two, with a hint of firmness that could not be refused. Although Uzuki was puzzled, she handed over her phone without hesitation, as if this action itself was a silent trust and dependence.

Shiraishi quickly opened the train transfer app. "It's unexpectedly close. From Misakiguchi Station, it takes less than two hours to reach the Budokan." There was a hint of excitement in his words, trying to motivate Uzuki in his own way.

However, Uzuki's reaction was unexpectedly complicated. Her body seemed to be bound by an invisible force, and she stiffened for a moment, and then she barely squeezed out a bitter smile.

"Xiao Qian is really mean." She complained softly, but silently accepted the arrangement, got on the bicycle, and embarked on this journey of self-discovery with Shiraishi.

As the wheels turned, time passed quietly. The three-hour ride was a severe test of physical strength and will. When they finally stood in front of the Budokan, the fatigue and pain seemed to be diluted by the scene before them. The Budokan looked even more solemn under the night sky, and every brick and stone seemed to be telling the vicissitudes and glory of history.

"So what do you think?" Shiraishi asked softly, his eyes gently falling on Mao Yue. She stood there quietly, her hands gently clasped behind her back, her eyes were full of yearning and confusion. After a long time, she slowly spoke: "Xiao Qian, do you know how many idol groups can stand on this stage in a year?"

Shiraishi shook his head. He knew that the answer to this question was not important. What was important was Mao Yue's state of mind at the moment. She was standing on the threshold of her dream, with both fear of the unknown and desire for success in her heart. He waited quietly, giving her enough time to think and feel the shock and power from the bottom of her heart.

Shiraishi had never delved into these details, nor had he actively collected relevant information. He only heard about the grand goals set by idols and musicians in the Nippon Budokan from the casual chats of others. In his impression, this place seemed to transcend the scope of ordinary concerts and carried a more sacred and glorious meaning. However, he never expected that this place would beSuch a rare place of honor.

"There are at most five groups that stand here for the first time in a year, and sometimes it is rare to see one for several years." Mao Yue's words were calm but with a force that could not be ignored, like a huge stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in Shiraishi's heart. He responded gently, but the concept of "more" and "less" in his mind was extremely vague. It was not until Mao Yue further revealed that there were thousands of idol groups in Japan competing fiercely that he realized the cruelty and difficulty behind the five groups.

"Sweet Bullet is probably around 30th." Mao Yue mentioned her team lightly, but there was a hint of bitterness that was not easily detected. Shiraishi heard this and couldn't help but feel gratified for their achievements, thinking that this was already a pretty good starting point. But Mao Yue's reaction was beyond his expectation. She did not smile because of this, but looked even heavier.

"It's much worse." These three words, short and powerful, expressed Mao Yue's helplessness and unwillingness. Shiraishi realized that although "30th place" sounded promising, it was still insignificant in the huge competition. What shocked him even more was that even though they frequently appeared on TV screens and occasionally received greetings from passers-by on the streets (Wang Le Zhao), their performances could only attract the attention of two thousand viewers, while the Budokan, the stage they dreamed of, could accommodate a full ten thousand people.

The gap of eight thousand people was an unimaginable digital divide for Shiraishi. But what he felt more deeply was Mao Yue's inner struggle and confusion. She began to question whether this once unwavering dream was really the destination she was pursuing.

"You knew this from the beginning, right?" Shiraishi said with a hint of caution, trying to understand Mao Yue's state of mind at the moment. Mao Yue nodded gently, her eyes lowered, as if she was talking to a corner of her heart. .