Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Mingze Feng took a deep breath.

The door hinges creaked and groaned from rust, and the ceiling light in the cubicle buzzed with electrical current.

The blue light from the screen spilled onto the girl's long sleeves. At that moment, the girl took off her coat, lay back in her seat, and pressed her fingers to her lips.

In the dimly lit room, a spark of light shone brightly not far in front of my face.

cigarette...?

"..."

Yamada Ryo glanced up at Narusawa Kaede, then withdrew his head without saying a word.

As Mingze Feng walked to the table, he could see Liang Sang's current appearance more clearly. Her pupils were veiled by a layer of broken gray, and the cigarette butt between her fingers flickered crimson, the smell of burnt tobacco wafting through the air.

"call......"

In the dimly lit room, the lights were turned down low, and smoke rose slowly, casting swaying shadows.

Cigarettes don't smell good, and secondhand smoke doesn't smell pleasant either.

Mingze Feng waited quietly for her to finish this one, taking the opportunity to look around the room.

There was a newly opened box of Yunyan cigarettes on the computer desk, with only two or three cigarettes taken out. There was no ashtray in sight, and no cigarette butts on the floor.

The computer desktop is running an online game interface, a traditional Japanese RPG, which is currently in auto-play mode.

There was a half-eaten box of instant noodles on the table. I say half because the noodles were all gone, but there was still soup left.

Just as Mingze Feng was thinking that the long, slender cigarette for women should last less than seven minutes, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by the voice of the cashier: "Madam, your water. I'll bring it in right away."

Mingze Feng subconsciously looked towards the door.

The shop assistant gently pushed open the door, peeked inside, breathed a sigh of relief, and twitched his nose slightly.

Who was smoking?

The first person suspected was Naruzawa Kaede. The shop assistant insisted on getting close to him and smelling him before looking at Yamada Ryo.

The shop assistant raised an eyebrow. "Didn't I say you have to go outside to smoke?"

Yamada Ryo glanced at Narusawa Kaede and explained, "There are people blocking the way outside."

So you went out for a smoke?

The shop assistant gave a warning, then stared at the cigarette butt in Yamada Ryo's hand until it burned out, and then reminded him not to smoke indoors, as it could easily trigger the fire sprinkler system.

Also, if the room is too dirty and messy, they either have to pay for the cleaning themselves or they have to be blacklisted by the store.

So, Naruzawa Kaede and Yamada Ryo were left staring at each other in the room again.

To be precise, it was Naruzawa Kaede who was watching Yamada Ryo play games.

There were no other seats in the private room, so Naruzawa Kaede went out and asked a staff member for a chair, and also inquired about how long Yamada Ryo had been there.

I spent half of the month here.

*

It was just after the New Year, and the shop had only been open for a few days. The young woman came alone, asking how to operate the machine. Seeing that it was her first time there, the friendly and pretty receptionist patiently explained the basics to her. The young woman ended up staying there for ten days.

The girl didn't look well, and the pretty shop assistant guessed she had just broken up with her boyfriend, so she took her to play online games. After realizing that Yamada Ryo was a heterosexual, the pretty shop assistant lost interest.

But as a shop assistant, I was still protecting the safety of the customers.

*

Back in the private room, Naruzawa Kaede moved a chair and sat down next to Yamada Ryo, watching her work on the computer.

Yamada Ryo seemed completely unconcerned, casually opening a can of beer and starting to drink.

The air still smelled of burnt smoke. The mouse on the table clicked away as he swallowed his drink and stared at the screen, his golden eyes unblinking.

Her newly pierced ear, located at her hairline behind her ear, had scabbed wounds that gleamed faintly purple under the blue light.

Perhaps the quiet time will last, or perhaps it will be interrupted in the next second. For example, when Yamada Ryo's character dies once again in an easy level.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yamada Ryo pushed the keyboard forward, turned around without looking back, and said directly: "...You sitting here is really affecting my game."

That's unfair; they haven't done anything yet.

Mingze Feng tilted his head, and the familiar words 'you died' on the screen were truly hard to look at for more than a few seconds.

Mingze Feng asked, "Where am I going?"

Ryo Yamada: "Go anywhere else you like, go home, or go to someone else's house."

Yamada Ryo turned his head away. "What does this have to do with me?"

Mingze Feng's gaze unconsciously swept over the half-eaten bucket of instant noodles on the table. The soup inside had gone cold, and a layer of oil floated on top.

"...cold."

"Don't you understand or what... I said, please leave."

Yamada Ryo pushed the mouse away, crossed his arms, and squinted. The dim light fell on Yamada Ryo's face, making his dark circles under his eyes particularly noticeable.

Mingze Feng stood up, and the words that were on the tip of his tongue naturally came out.

"Come home with me, it's cold?"

Yamada Ryo clenched her arms tightly. She turned around, facing Narusawa Kaede, and asked in an absurd tone,

"Should I go over there?"

Perhaps even she herself didn't realize how much trembling and grievance was in her voice.

After that day, he never called again...

Mingming spends every single day with Toyokawa Shoko.

Do you want me to go back now?

"..."

Yamada sat in his seat with a grimace, arms crossed.

Mingze Feng: "Liang, if there's something on your mind, just say it. Let's figure something out together, okay? I'll stay here until we solve it."

Yamada Ryo's fingers paused, the rhythm of his mouse clicks abruptly halting. In the room, the screen still displaying "Game Over" seemed to become the only background noise.

Yamada Ryo finally raised his eyes, but his gaze did not meet Narusawa Kaede's directly. Instead, it drifted to the wall to the side, as if avoiding something.

"There's nothing to worry about anymore."

Yamada Ryo shook his head and said, "I'm fine, you're fine... let's just leave it at that."

Narusawa Kaede remained noncommittal. The girl was just talking nonsense. No matter how mature she seemed, Yamada Ryo was still fifteen or sixteen.

The computer screen flickered with a blue-purple light; the night had unknowingly arrived, and the computer case hummed as it exchanged hot and cold air.

The next moment, Mingze Feng pulled the stool closer, his tone calm.

"Okay, I'll play games with you. Let's do this for now."

I no longer try to break the silence or find out why she ran away from home.

Yamada Ryo froze, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. Clearly, she wasn't expecting this answer, nor did she mean it that way.

Yamada Ryo glanced at Narusawa Kaede but said nothing, gently looking away and continuing to focus on the world on her computer.

But then, an unmistakable breathing sound came from beside me.

Yamada Ryo felt so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed.

"..."

I'm already in this state, why do you still care about me...?

Sensing Yamada Ryo's gaze, Narusawa Kaede pointed to the screen.

Another slash from above, Game Over.

......

Ryoma Yamada had been playing games all night and was very tired. She had originally planned to go to sleep when she got tired, but with Kaede Narusawa watching, she really wanted to win for a while.

As a result, the daylight was already dawn when the gun was fired.

Some people sleep soundly until dawn, while others just watch others sleep.

As the morning light pierced through the curtains of the cubicle, Yamada Ryo was already curled up asleep in her gaming chair. Naruzawa Kaede reclined the chair as flat as possible, then got a basin from the shop assistant and filled it with water to help the sleeping girl wipe her face.

Yamada Ryo was sleeping soundly.

Her dark circles were also very pronounced.

My hair is a mess, and it's hard to manage here, after all.

Mingze Feng gently removed the unlit cigarette from between her fingers, cleared away the empty beer bottles and cans, and the half-eaten box of instant noodles.

Oh, and there's that half-pack of cigarettes on the table.

Why would a kid who hasn't even graduated high school learn to smoke like others?

Time passed both quickly and slowly. In the blink of an eye, it was already dawn, and so much time had passed, yet he and Liang still hadn't had a proper chat.

But Liang has become what it is today.

Mingze Feng felt that he was largely to blame.

If we had realized something was wrong sooner, if we had never left in the first place...

"..."

Yamada Ryo unconsciously buried her face deeper into her hoodie. Her breath was as cold and clear as a candle flickering in the wind. The smell of tar slowly dissipated, while the smell of alcohol remained.

She got herself so drunk—

Are you really not afraid that Mingze Feng will just move her into his house and have a big fuss with her?

Yamada Ryo snorted softly and turned over.

He squinted as he watched Mingze Feng make a phone call.

"...I might not be able to make it today...Okay, I'll make it."

—Today is the day for their post-holiday handheld performance. Having won first place in an unconfirmed competition, they have suddenly found themselves in a surge of livehouses.

With the support of the Tsuzuki Poetry Ship, one can even travel to the area around Tokyo.

Yamada Ryo shook her head; she was resting her head on Narusawa Kaede's shoulder, and she heard it too.

"Are you rushing to another event?"

Yamada Ryo suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were sore, her limbs were weak, and she was tired from lack of sleep. By now, she was very familiar with this state.

I'm a regular at internet cafes, spending all night there.

"Liang, shall we go together?"

"Maybe I should lock the door and take a nap..."

"...Then I'll come back as soon as possible, okay?"

Yamada Ryo nodded, huddled in her seat, then realized something was wrong, but the aftereffects of alcohol and cigarettes slowed her thinking.

Mingze Feng watched this unfold.

Smoking and drinking are healthier if consumed in moderation or not at all. But when you really need them, don't be stingy. Including games, this is already a very inexpensive and effective way to relieve your inner distress.

Just as food is as essential as iron, excessive mental stress can cause even steel to become fatigued.

"Anyway, I'll get there."

Mingze Feng said this into the phone, then hung up.

The band's new performance is not only for the audience, but also for Shisen Tsuzuki and the sponsors she found, so it must be taken seriously.

But Yamada Ryo... in her current state, I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving her with anyone, Narusawa Kaede...

If Shoko answered the phone, Narusawa Kaede would definitely call her. But Toyokawa Shoko didn't answer.

"Liang, would you like to go to a live show with me?"

"...I'm not going."

Yamada Ryo murmured softly, "I... I'll never play bass again..."