On the screen, the white-haired girl slightly lowered her eyelids.
The blue-gray pupils faded from their earlier playfulness, taking on a quiet undertone.
She folded her hands over the plaster cast on her knees.
“I, Fujiriria, am actually a normal sixteen-year-old high school student, nya nya. I’m a member of the school choir club.”
Orange Quiet Forest looked at the setting draft on the screen and began to put on a cutesy voice, that way it fit the character setting, nya.
“On the top floor of the old school building, there’s an abandoned music room. In that city where it’s always snowing, I met a very, very important girl there.”
“That person lent me courage, listened to me sing, and made snowmen with me in the coldest winter. But… later, that person had to leave this city for some reason.”
“At the station platform where we parted in the wind and snow, we pinky swore.”
Orange Quiet Forest looked at the microphone, her eyes as if they truly reflected that snowy winter night.
“‘Lilya, wait for me in the music room. When the winter snow melts and spring comes again, I will definitely come back and listen to you finish that song.’”
“So Fujiriria has been waiting in this campus’s harsh winter. Every day after school, she stands by the window of the old music room, watching the snowflakes fall outside, counting in her heart how many days are left until spring…”
Saying this, the girl’s emotionally choked voice suddenly got stuck.
Orange Quiet Forest looked at her own thick legs in casts on the monitor, couldn’t keep up the act anymore, and her tone broke character in an instant as she complained with resentment.
“Although the script says ‘stand by the window beautifully longing for spring’, but since my boss broke my legs, now this beautiful heroine can only wait for spring from a wheelchair!”
Orange Quiet Forest manipulated her avatar.
“And my boss said the casts will have to stay on for at least a month or two. Don’t worry everyone, the wheelchair is just a temporary punishment. When I’m released, Lilya will still be a normal high school girl who can run and jump in the spring!”
The entire live stream, after a brief moment of emotion, once again erupted into uncontrollable laughter.
–Damn! Give me back my tears!
–Sitting in a wheelchair waiting for spring, what the hell.
The imagery is completely ruined.
–It was supposed to be a beautiful school tearjerker, instantly turned into a dark joke.
–So for these months you’ll be pushing your wheelchair to the choir club?
“Aiya, everyone stop laughing! Give me back the sad atmosphere, nya nya!”
Orange Quiet Forest looked at the screen full of “hahaha”, puffed out her cheeks in irritation, and the little fox on screen made a playful pout as well.
“However, to thank everyone for listening to Lilya’s story, I’ve prepared a special gift.”
It was ten minutes until midnight.
Her eyes turned unusually serious, and images of the recording studio involuntarily floated in her mind.
Not only did the arrangement exude an icy coldness and ethereal quality, the lyrics’ tenacity in holding on through the bitter cold even made her, who had been holding a “give up” mindset, can’t help but want to sing every note carefully.
“In another ten minutes, at midnight tonight exactly.”
Orange Quiet Forest leaned closer to the microphone, lowering her voice with an intimate feeling like whispering in one’s ear.
“Fujiriria’s first personal character song will be simultaneously released on all major platforms and the official NAMO LIPAR channel.”
“This is a very cold yet very gentle ballad. It’s about a girl who, even in the coldest winter night, stubbornly waits for spring… waits for that person’s feelings.”
She looked at the rapidly scrolling bullet comments on the screen, a sincere smile curling at the corners of her mouth.
“Although Lilya is now a poor patient stuck in a wheelchair… singing is still no problem.”
“I hope everyone tonight can dream a spring dream in Lilya’s song.”
“This song is called ‘Winter Wait’.”
The time in the bottom right corner of the computer finally jumped to exactly midnight.
“Then please, everyone, wait for spring together with me in this harsh winter. Fujiriria’s first personal character song MV is released, nya nya~”
Orange Quiet Forest held the mouse and gently clicked play.
At the same time, she skillfully minimized her own live stream frame and moved it to the bottom right corner of the screen, giving the main screen to the MV.
The live stream screen went dark.
Without a lengthy prelude, the music and visuals started simultaneously.
It wasn’t the warm scene everyone expected, but a lonely station wrapped in cold blue tones with snow flying everywhere.
The ethereal, crystal-clear electronic synthesizer timbre, like ice crystals colliding in midair, instantly filled everyone’s headphones like a cold wind.
Fujiriria was wearing a thin winter uniform cardigan, with a thick red scarf wrapped around her neck, almost covering half her face.
In the empty sound of wind and snow, she extended her frost-reddened fingertips and pressed the button on the vending machine.
A can of hot red bean soup rolled out.
She held it in her hands and exhaled a deep white breath.
That puff of white mist quickly dissipated in the cold air, like those uncommunicated feelings.
At that moment, Orange Quiet Forest’s voice cut in.
“If the first snow could cover the traces of time…”
A clear, transparent, otherworldly ethereal timbre.
Not too much showing off, just using a gentle singing style to narrate that sense of stubbornly waiting in the ice and snow.
Orange Quiet Forest’s high notes were extremely beautiful, at the highest point she gently executed a smooth transition between chest and head voice, conveying a fragile sense that invited pity.
In the scene, the girl sitting on the snow-covered bench suddenly turned her head in the wind and snow.
The hope in that instant of looking back and the subsequent disappointment, combined with Orange Quiet Forest’s soul-cleansing voice, was beautiful with a sense of fragmentation.
Everyone was hard-controlled.
It wasn’t until the climax of the chorus ended and the melody gradually calmed down that the bullet comments, as if unsealed, exploded at a near-crazy speed.
–?????
–Is this voice real?!
–This ethereal feeling…
–Wait, is this really the same person as the guy who was making “gahaha” screeching laughter earlier?!
–Mom sings so well
Outside the one-way glass, Orange Berry looked at the backstage data monitoring.
The bullet comments that had been filled with hostility and scrutiny had been completely overwhelmed by full-screen admiration and emotion.
Orange Quiet Forest used her solid strength to firmly stomp this massive and dangerous wave of traffic under her feet.
No crash, no backlash.
Orange Quiet Forest… really improved so fast.
Of course one could say a ballad is relatively easier to sing, but it’s only been how many days?
Can post-production tuning really achieve this level?
Maybe she really should have dragged her into being an idol earlier?
However, faced with this huge contrast, some viewers began to voice doubts.
–Streamer streamer, did you switch people?
Or is it a stand-in?!
–Could it be that the song in the MV is actually sung by a professional singer as a stand-in?