"Actually, what Yaya said makes sense. It's been a long time since we performed together." Zhixia spoke up at this moment. Furthermore, during their last performance, Zhixia hadn't been feeling well and missed out on participating.
"Even so, there haven't been any activities these past few months, right?" Tang Keke said. Although they had gone tree planting today, none of these activities involved performing. They basically hadn't had any performances for months.
While they could wait for the next school anniversary, that was still a while away.
Alternatively, they could try to become a resident band at a quiet bar, but given the Light Music Club's current skill level, that was highly unlikely. Their abilities just didn't allow for it yet.
"It doesn't matter, we can livestream!" An Shiyaya suddenly said.
Livestream?
"Yes, popular, amazing!" An Shiyaya's Chinese wasn't very fluent, but the others understood what she meant. After all, livestreaming had become very popular lately. An Shiyaya probably meant that they could all play together, and not only livestream it but also make videos out of it.
"I get it, I get it, and then we sell products to make money!" Tang Keke immediately said. "Three, two, one, family, put up the link."
"Sell products?" An Shiyaya was confused. She didn't know much about that side of things.
Seeing the girls chattering away, Ye Shuang looked at Bai Yuyou, who was sitting obediently beside him. "Yuyou, are you interested in putting your performances online?"
"..." Bai Yuyou didn't seem to have any objections, but she was only curious about one detail. "Will Ye Shuang be in the video too?"
"Me?" Ye Shuang paused for a moment, then smiled. "Alright."
At that moment, An Shiyaya and Tang Keke started fiddling with the account for livestreaming. For some reason, Tang Keke felt that An Shiyaya seemed very familiar with the process.
"Ducky, have you played around with this before? You seem really familiar with the livestreaming process."
At Keke's question, An Shiyaya's expression froze for a few seconds. She scratched her head. "No, I just watch others, classmates livestreaming."
"Oh?" Tang Keke didn't suspect anything. After all, even if An Shiyaya had livestreamed before, it wouldn't be strange. Livestreaming was a universal trend now, and foreign streams had huge audiences too.
"Ahem, well then, let's start discussing the account name for our club!" Tang Keke coughed lightly, pulling out a piece of paper and calling everyone to come up with a suitable name.
"A name?" Zhixia thought for a moment. Since it was the Light Music Club—
"Light Music Girls?" she suggested as an example.
"Sounds pretty good." Tang Keke nodded, making a seven shape with her fingers, seemingly quite satisfied with the name.
"Ye Shuang is not a girl," Bai Yuyou suddenly spoke up, pointing at Ye Shuang beside her.
The girls immediately turned their gazes to Ye Shuang. Although he was only the acting teacher in charge of the club, he was also one of the members who frequently performed with them. Calling the account Light Music Girls really wouldn't work.
"Brother, can you crossdress?" Keke asked.
"No matter how you look at it, that's impossible, right?" Ye Shuang said helplessly. "But I'm just the club advisor. You don't need to consider me when choosing a name."
"Mr. Ye is naturally a member of our club," Zhixia immediately said. After all, Ye Shuang had done a lot for the Light Music Club and had even saved the day a few times. How could they ignore him?
"How about Light Music Family?" Ye Shuang suggested with a smile.
"That sounds a bit like those edgy subculture families. Your taste isn't very good, Brother," Tang Keke said, crossing her arms. "Not good at all."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"I'm really sorry for being so old and having a generation gap." Ye Shuang clutched his aching heart.
Expressionless, Bai Yuyou hugged Ye Shuang's head and patted his back to comfort him.
"No, no, no, I didn't mean it like that," Tang Keke quickly said, sensing Ye Shuang's gloominess.
"How about Light Music Band?" Linlin offered.
"That sounds like it has no unique features."
"True."
An Shiyaya then suggested, "Let's call it the Super Ninja Special Forces?"
Everyone: "..."
What the heck is that?
Clang.
Just then, the door to the club room was kicked open, and a short-haired girl strolled in leisurely. Seeing that there were quite a few people in the room, she looked a bit surprised.
"Oh, everyone's here."
"Why are you here too?" An Shiyu noticed An Shiyaya and seemed a bit displeased. "You might as well just go home early."
"Let's settle this!" An Shiyaya immediately pointed a finger and said, "Uphold the way of the ninja!"
"Not interested, you're so annoying." An Shiyu looked away. "Someone who can't even do a shadow clone isn't worthy of being my opponent."
"I... I will definitely learn it!" An Shiyaya seemed to have taken a hit, as she had actually witnessed An Shiyu's cloning technique.
"Yeah, yeah."
After giving a perfunctory reply, An Shiyu plopped down onto the sofa and crossed her legs. A few seconds later, she noticed the paper on the table. "What are you guys doing?"
"The club is planning to set up a livestream account, and we're stressing over a name." Ye Shuang briefly explained the situation.
Hearing this, An Shiyu thought for a moment. "Thinking of a name?"
"Just call it User A1415600902."
"You're not even trying to think at all, are you?!"
"The name is secondary anyway. As long as you make good content, won't you get viewers?" An Shiyu waved her hand dismissively. "Hmm... since we just come here to drink tea after school anyway, let's just call it After-School Tea Time."
"After-School Tea Time?" Hearing the name An Shiyu casually threw out, Tang Keke felt it actually sounded pretty good. "That name might actually work."
"But with a name like that, doesn't it make it sound like we just drink tea in the club room every day and don't do any activities?" Linlin asked.
"Is that not what we do?"
"Uh..." Linlin couldn't refute that. That really had been the case lately.
Linlin had initially intended to practice her instrument seriously, but eventually got assimilated into the routine.
"What do you think, Yuyou?" Tang Keke asked Bai Yuyou. "Or do you have a better name?"
"Ye Shuang Band," Bai Yuyou said instantly.
"You really don't hide it at all, do you." Tang Keke was speechless.
"Let's just call it the Eight Tones Band, since there are eight people anyway," An Shiyu chimed in again.
"Eight?" Tang Keke counted. Even with the newly joined An Shiyaya, there were only seven people, right?
"It is indeed eight," Ye Shuang said.
Tang Keke: OvO?
Finally, the name was finalized.
After-School Tea Time Band (Enshi Yinshan Academy)
"This name is pretty good, right? It looks proper," Tang Keke said.
"It seems quite nice." After fiddling around a bit more, Zhixia prepared to start the livestream directly.
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