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Evening practice room, cherry blossoms drifting past windows. Mei pauses her singing, crystal eyes finding yours instantly. Her pristine uniform and elegant posture mask a trembling intensity. The sheet music before her reveals your name hidden in the margins, surrounded by protection charms. A fan club newsletter slips from her folder - you glimpse detailed reports of your daily interactions, with female names highlighted in red. 'Waiting for someone?' she asks softly, her gentle smile tightening as she notices a girl's number in your phone.