Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

"...Bring the sake!" Hiroi Kikuri took the shot glass from her hand.

She downed the drink in one gulp, her face contorting in a grimace, but not at Ming Zefeng; instead, she turned to her close friends beside her.

"That guy added vodka! That! Spicy, so spicy! Water! Water! Ah!"

Chapter Seventeen is all idiots.

Someone gave me a push from behind.

"Little brother, Senior Hiroi is looking for someone to help her out~"

Ming Zefeng glanced back and saw seven or eight faces he recognized but didn't know. They had met briefly at the bar that night, and all of them had a big, warm smile on their faces.

What's going on here?

"Sizzle!" Hiroi Kikuri's shout is kind of cute, isn't it?

Ming Zefeng handed her the iced cola and watched her chug it down.

There's not much to describe about the writing around the drunkard. Looking at her from all angles, Mingze Feng could only tell that she was completely intoxicated.

This person has a low alcohol tolerance and poor drinking manners, it's really...

"Little brother..." a young lady tried to speak to him, but was immediately interrupted by a voice coming from the doorway.

"Didn't you say you wanted to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't drink alcohol?"

As Ijichi Hoshika's voice drew closer, even before they could see her, the ladies gasped in surprise.

"Oh no! The big demon king has unleashed his power!" "Everyone, retreat!" "On your positions!" "Haha, let's rehearse!" "Reporting to Sister Xingge, Xiaoju drank it herself!"

"Kikuri's drunk!" someone shouted a warning. "Guitars, basses, violins, pack up your instruments! Drummers, get on the field!"

"Go for it!" "Smash your bass first!" "We're desperate with so many drums!"

Faced with this scene, Ichiji Hoshika could only silently wipe her sweat. Fortunately, nothing serious would happen; the people gathered here were all close girlfriends who could joke around freely with each other.

Naruzawa Kaede roughly guessed that many of these people were music students from the same school as Iji Tomoka. If that was the case, then these people were also like-minded people from the same school as Hiroi Kikuri.

To revitalize this store, you need customers, which is a matter of brand awareness. This requires excellent musicians, a band, and a marketing strategy.

Besides... this is Shimokitazawa. It's no exaggeration to say it's teeming with underground idols and bands. To become a shop owner here, you need capital, but even more so, you need talent!

Clearly, Ichika understands these things very well. And now is the time for her to monetize the band relationship of the past four years, using it to give herself and Starry a head start.

It's unclear where Starry will go in the future, and the anime hasn't mentioned anything about revenue.

Ijichi Hoshika was thinking about something else more than sales figures.

[Hmph, Hongxia...don't worry, I'll always be with you from now on. Your dreams, our new home, our new beginning, and the future...]

Looking at the team before her, Ichiji Hoshika felt a surge of pride.

The group of about twenty people split into three or four groups. The originally spacious underground space was instantly filled with noise. There were beautiful musicians in front and behind, and guitars and basses crowded around them. One person plucked a string, and another cleared their throat to test the sound. They even had violins accompanying Kiku with psychedelic rock.

...Hiroi, what are you doing again!

"PA-san~ Let me go~ I'm not drunk, have another drink!" "Don't cause trouble..." "Don't let her go!" An unknown woman standing next to the drum set let out an inappropriate scream.

"Where's the man!" someone shouted, instantly eliciting responses. "That henchman Hiroi's been talking about, restrain her!" "She's already broken two of my drum sets!"

Forehead...

[It's because you joined that the whole art style changed! That's why I didn't want you to come!]

Ijichi Seika couldn't help but glare at Hiroi Kikuri with a look of disdain. This junior was good in every way, and usually very calm, but she completely changed after drinking, and would distort the entire band's style... Now it's three or four bands distorting together.

She had just arranged for Kikuto Hiroi to go on stage and drink.

That's why I didn't let Hongxia come early... If she knew that all those glamorous people on stage were actually complete idiots, she would be absolutely shattered. Let's just leave it at that in her mind for now.

Mingze Feng couldn't help but nod with delight. It felt just like reading a book on Hedgehog Cat—you just couldn't stop!

This group, with Ichiji Hoshika by their side, are truly a bunch of idiots, each one more ridiculous than the last.

Iji Tomoka is planning for the future, and Narusawa Kaede is watching Iji Tomoka (narration).

Although Kikuri Hiroi creates a strange atmosphere, it is surprisingly relaxing... except when your own instrument is within Kikuri Hiroi's reach.

Such a relaxed atmosphere is truly delightful.

A slender figure stealthily crept up behind him and then rammed into him with the ball. A strange but instantly recognizable soft pressure came from his back, and Mingze Feng's body trembled instantly, snapping him back to reality from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The person behind her clearly hadn't expected this when they pounced on her. She immediately tried to get down, but she lunged at them directly, and Mingze Feng had already instinctively grabbed her thigh.

"Hey bro, don't get excited..." The purple, braided pigtail patted Mingze Feng's shoulder. Her rounded profile, stained with the red of drunkenness, held a hint of shyness, and the long, dangling earrings on her ears shimmered with the colorful lights from the ceiling.

But the taste was off. It was a strange smell, a mixture of cola and baijiu, mixed with the smell of sweat. It was stimulating and slightly intoxicating, like the countless bubbles of cola bursting in the cavity, refreshing and invigorating.

"You'd better have something on your mind..." Mingze Feng rubbed the skin on her thigh vigorously, a way of using pain to sober her up. "Are you really drunk? You weren't like this last time you were drunk..."

"When I'm drunk, I only play bass. I've never blacked out from drinking, and I would never hug a man after drinking, okay? If you want to be a pervert, then hit me with a bass... No, that's too expensive. Hitting people with a beer bottle is more suitable for me... No, no, that's not right! Why am I explaining all this to you?"

Kikuri Hiroi finally realized that she had been rambling on about the subject while drunk.

Naruzawa Kaede: "Then why..."

The sensation on her back was lost, distracting her attention. In other words, Hiroi Kikuri wasn't heavy... wait, she was too light. There wasn't much flesh on her thighs either.

Because she was lying on his back, Mingze Feng completely lost sight of her narration.

Hiroi Kikuri seemed to glance around cautiously before asking in a low voice, "NeiNei, could you lend me two thousand yen? I spent all my money on train tickets on my way here, and I don't have any money to pay for drinks."

"If you come to help, will Sister Xingge ask you for money?"

“That’s different…” Hiroi Kikuri shrank back, remembering Iji Tomoka’s angry expression. “It’s different…”

Finally, someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. They all looked towards a corner of the room, where Hiroi Kikuri was lying on his back, the two of them behaving intimately.

But Narusawa Kaede knew that Hiroi Kikuri was only asking him for money... As for physical contact, Hiroi Kikuri didn't seem to care about that, at least not when she was drunk. But she also said that people who act like hooligans should be punished with a bottle, a statement that made it seem like she would only be so affectionate with Narusawa Kaede.

But this was only their second meeting.

Mingze Feng couldn't see the narration and didn't know what she was thinking, but even God couldn't guess what a drunkard was thinking. Mingze Feng still moved his hand away from her thigh.

Of course, the main reason is that everyone has come to look.

These women are in their mid-twenties, the most beautiful and radiant time of their lives. If you throw a man into this group, the woman sitting with him will naturally become the center of gossip.

"Wow!"

Hiroi Kikuri didn't know what they were talking about, but that didn't stop her from joining in, even though she was drunk.

"Wow wow wow wow!"

Her voice drowned out everyone else, and those who had been jeering were stunned by her appearance. Riding on Ming Zefeng's back, she seemed to possess an inexplicable aura, and she swept aside the single women present.

The room was filled with a silent stillness.

Narusawa Kaede, who had long been accustomed to the silence at the Yamada residence, suddenly felt out of place in this stillness.

He wholeheartedly agreed with what Ichiji Hoshika had just thought.

These women are all idiots!

Chapter 18 Hiroi Kikuri, who wasn't drunk

There's a saying that goes, "When you're not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed." Hiroi Kikuri's skin seemed to be as thick as a city wall when she was drunk; she didn't get off Narusawa Kaede until someone came down to announce that the performance tent was ready.

By this time, she had received three thousand yen, and the rosy dimples on her face had disappeared.

She jokingly suggested that she needed to use the restroom, and that everyone should not wait for her and that her performance could be postponed.

Next up was everyone's performance, a show prepared to boost Starry's popularity.

Starry's performance went smoothly. Ijichi Seika set up a stage in front of the stairs leading downstairs, where each band took turns performing, ending with a parting speech that could be described as a death declaration.

"May our forever and ever-strong leader stay strong in Shimokitazawa!"

"My sister must come to see our live performance again next time!"

"Waaaaah... Waaaah! Sister Xingge! We'll carry on with your efforts!"

"Xingge is gone, from now on I am the only sun in the band!"

Ichi Hoshika clenched her fists as she listened below. Listen to what these people are saying!

What annoyed her even more was the conversation among the audience members next to her.

"What a touching band story!"

"That unfortunate senior Xingge... Waaah, please don't betray my friendship..."

She left the band, she didn't die. Who's the unfortunate one here?

Fortunately, she had someone with her who stopped her and persuaded her not to harm the customer.

"Manager, manager!" Naruzawa Kaede grabbed Ijichi Hoshika's left wrist. "That's a guest, a future guest, manager!"

"Senior! Senior!" Hiroi Kikuri grabbed Iji Tomoka's right arm and pulled her into her arms. "You have to pay for injuries! We're broke! Senior, wake up! Senior!"

Hiroi Kikuri knew better how to calm Iji Tomo Seika down.

Ichika Hoshika instantly calmed down. Yes, she was out of money... She shouldn't have rented it for ten years...

So you weren't worried about losing customers, or are you saying you'd really go over and give a lecture on physics if you had the money to pay for medical expenses?

Naruzawa Kaede withdrew her gaze from the narration of Ijichi Hoshika.

He met Hiroi Kikuri's gaze again, and the words she wrote in that instant sent a shiver down his spine, causing a sudden pang of heart palpitation.

[Looking at my seniors again.]

Ming Zefeng felt as if he were trapped in an icy abyss, gasping for breath in shock. It was terrifying! In an instant, he felt as if he had stepped into the most somber film set of the neighboring Mygo, about to slide into the bad ending of his solo route.

This combination of a resentful woman confined to her chambers and Eastern-style horror suddenly...

No, no, calm down. This is just a very ordinary sentence. Only in the yandere community would it turn into material power. Hiroi Kikuri is obviously a normal... Oh damn, she's generally considered abnormal when she's drunk!

Hiroi Kikuri looked away in an instant, her expression normal, everything was ordinary, as if Narusawa Kaede had just been imagining things.

What does "again" mean? When was the last time? It should have been downstairs, before Hiroi Kiku climbed onto his back. So, just now it wasn't just about borrowing money, but even borrowing money was just an excuse? What's more, she wasn't actually drunk? And what about "all the time"? He just watched the band's performance and even went to get people to come and watch the show.

But when he looked at it again, the text had shrunk by half.

Haha, you look so silly.

Hiroi Kikuri gave him a calm, kind, and even literary-girl-like nod, with a smile on her face.

Naruzawa Kaede was truly stunned. Everyone says a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but now it's so clear, so unfathomable! Are all women like this? He felt a pang of nostalgia for Yamada Ryo; even with all his abilities, he couldn't see a woman's heart, but with Yamada Ryo, it was so much easier to understand...

He simply abandoned complex thinking and entrusted everything to the simplest of ideas.

Even a machete wouldn't faze him; Hiroi Kikuri only weighs a little over forty kilograms on his back, and his height is estimated at 1.55 meters. With Hiroi at 1.5 meters, Narusawa Kaede could easily subdue this enemy with one hand!

Cluck cluck cluck, cluck cluck...

"Hey kid, Hiroi's asking you a question." Iji Tomoka slapped Narusawa Kaede on the back.

"Huh?" Naruzawa Kaede came to his senses and saw Hiroi Kikuri's hand extended in front of him.

She smiled, and what she said was exactly what she was thinking.

"Let's go, little brother Feng." Hiroi Kikuri withdrew her hand and said with a light laugh, "We made a promise, I'm going to take you with me to the performance."

She led the way towards the stands.

Woman heart seabed needle.

After muttering that sentence again, Mingze Feng still followed.

Although Kikuri Hiroi is an alcoholic with a bad temper and has no intention of repaying the money she borrowed, she is also... the kind of Kikuri Hiroi who, even when drunk, can comfort others, and when she learns of Narusawa Kaede's unfulfilled dreams, she will reach out and say, "Leave it to me, I'll play along with you."

In conclusion, she is a good woman.

This is probably why everyone can tolerate the existence of such a friend.

"..."

The two walked side by side, a mere few dozen steps apart, yet a silence fell over them. As usual, Ming Zefeng looked up, but his attention was drawn to the gilded exclamation mark.

It was quite sudden...

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