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Ming Zefeng pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Put the key back."

Yamada Ryo pouted, about to say something more, when he saw Naruzawa Kaede take a bunch of keys out of his pocket.

"I have the key here, and the lock doesn't look like it's been changed."

Yamada Ryo couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile, returning the words that Narusawa Kaede had just said.

"Hmph, I think you've been planning this for a long time."

"..."

Stared at intently by Yamada Ryo, Narusawa Kaede couldn't bring himself to tell her about staying out all night during that period.

He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment, his gaze sweeping over Yamada Ryo's palm, and once again noticing the gilded, burning words.

"Lost and Found 1: It's best not to let the young girl gradually reclaim what she's lost on her own."

It's best not to let the girl do it herself...

"cold."

"Ok?"

"Once we go inside, let's find a bass and play it."

"Oh ho~ I just went in, and Feng already wants to touch the things inside?"

This smug, petty face...

Mingze Feng sighed, barely suppressing the urge to punch him. He added, "Never do these things alone, no, never do them with anyone, no matter how many people are involved... This time is an exception."

"I... will open the door."

Mingze Feng raised his hand.

As he turned the key, Yamada Ryo leaned his face to the side, resting on the arm that was opening the door.

The dark blue ends of my hair brushed against the back of my hand, causing a slight itch.

The moonlight was so bright that when the shadows in the corridor were deflected by the headlights of cars on the road, they brushed across Yamada Ryou's cheeks.

Naruzawa Kaede was staring blankly at the beauty mark at the corner of Yamada Ryo's eye.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

The black mole on the side of her topaz-like, moist eyes looked like a tear stain.

It makes one want to pinch, lick, and suck out a red core.

When we go into the shop later, it'll be a lonely man and woman, and things will get heated.

Naruzawa Kaede took a deep breath. The cool air seemed to carry the scent of the girl, but it still made him much more awake.

The door is already open.

"Shall we go?" Yamada Ryo suggested.

And so, Yamada Ryo crossed his arms over him.

The two walked into the Starry store together.

Then close the door.

As expected, the room was completely dark.

As for the lights, the two strangers who knew Starry best easily found the switch.

Everything in this shop is the same as before.

It's as if nothing has changed.

Whether it's the small open space that's not exactly spacious compared to the main hall, or the simply decorated small window at the front desk.

Whether it's the location for renovations or the storage of cleaning tools.

The garbage bag was empty.

Naruzawa Kaede had already gone inside, but Yamada Ryo hadn't come in yet; instead, he was standing at the door, looking at something.

That was a coat rack, in that inconspicuous corner—a lone woman's coat hung on it.

Yamada Ryo stopped and pondered because of it.

The door wasn't open, so it probably wasn't left by a guest.

"Liang, look what I found!"

"coming--"

Yamada Ryo replied.

There's no point in dwelling on these things.

Let's play for now.

Yamada Ryo also saw what Narusawa Kaede was saying.

"The bass should have been prepared in advance as a backup."

This is a basic Yamaha four-string bass, probably a spare from Starry wholesale. The headstock has a slight scratch, but it's actually been well-maintained.

This is something Yamada Ryo could see at a glance.

"..."

That said, why did you choose to play bass?

Watching Mingze Feng gently stroke the bass, adjust the guitar straps, and hand it over.

Yamada Ryo asked himself the same question.

Initially, it was intentional.

Whether it was to show resistance or to get rid of his parents' doting, Yamada Ryo chose to play jazz, which had nothing to do with his parents and they had no interest in it at all.

Then came the bass, meticulously examining models and amplifiers, comparing effects pedals, and watching outdated programming. I went to record stores alone, and wandered around secondhand clothing stores alone.

I eat alone, and I practice the piano alone.

Spend the whole day with your eyes open and closed.

Socializing was just one part of going to school. Going to school was just one activity to get pocket money from home.

Later, I think I came to like this art form.

Or perhaps... I've just gotten used to this kind of life.

This affection wasn't pure enough, which is why, on the day Mingze Feng left, she was unable to continue playing the piano.

"..."

I like it...

Naruzawa Kaede withdrew his gaze, untied the guitar strap, and asked Yamada Ryo, "How was it?"

Under the neon lights, Mingze Feng also became dazzling.

This scumbag kissed me and was kissed by me two or three times in one night...

Yamada Ryo pursed his lips, unable to suppress the smile in his eyes.

"like."

In this battle of love, I've completely lost.

Chapter 41 Facing the Great Demon King of Star Song

We lost... but it seems we won a lot more.

He has won against many people and won many things.

Yamada Ryo lowered his head slightly.

Naruzawa Kaede held the bass's strap and hung the instrument in front of her. The strap rested on her shoulder-length hair, and Naruzawa Kaede's hand slipped into the girl's hair.

When I ran my hand through Yamada Ryo's hair and the back of her neck, the back of my hand felt slightly itchy. As my fingers brushed against the back of Yamada Ryo's neck, I could clearly feel the girl's taut skin.

Mingze Feng: "Don't move yet."

The girl's hair was swept behind her.

The unprecedented sensation made Yamada Ryo feel itchy, and her sensitive body trembled slightly.

Yamada Ryo instinctively shrank his neck. But since Narusawa Kaede had told him not to move, Yamada Ryo didn't move.

My fingers are touching the back of my neck, it's so itchy; my hair is brushing against my neck, it's so itchy; I'm exhaling and patting my forehead, it's so itchy.

Why does time fly by when I'm flipping my hair?

"Well, should I get my hair cut later? It feels so weird."

She fiddled with Yamada Ryo's hair.

Mingze Feng said, "...When your hair grows long enough to reach your waist, will you marry me?"

Yamada Ryo blinked, her bright yellow eyes sparkling with a crystalline light.

After such a long wind-up, you suddenly start proposing with zero frames per second. Who can beat you? Seriously...

The word "good" was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it back down.

Yamada Ryo suppressed a smile and said, "Long hair is hard to manage. Especially when it reaches your waist..."

"Are you... sure you can do it?"

Touching Yamada Ryo's hair, Narusawa Kaede suggested, "How about I wash with you every day then?"

"You idiot~ You're going to ruin my long hair!"

Yamada Ryo rolled her eyes, her little fist raised high, but she couldn't hit Narusawa Kaede's head.

Therefore, Mingze Feng lowered his head.

That little fist gently touched the top of her head.

It didn't hurt at all. In fact, my hair was moving with Yamada Ryo's fingers, as if... I was being stroked.

Immediately following was Yamada Ryo's cheerful voice.

"You can't wash your long hair every day!"

"My fault."

Mingze Feng continued, "Let me learn it."

Yamada Ryo smiled and narrowed his eyes.

It's that feeling of comfort just being together. It's been so long...

But marriage and stuff...

It's too early; the guardian wouldn't agree anyway.

Mingze Feng also thought of this.

Unfortunately, he has this freedom.

Fortunately, if Yamada Ryo wants to get married, he needs his father's consent.

Yamada Ryo said, "Long hair splits easily, and it's prone to tangling when you're walking down the street. Massage, comb, apply oil, until you have shiny, smooth long hair... Hmph, anyway, I'll be by your side for a while longer. I'll teach you slowly then~"

Seeing that Naruzawa Kaede was about to speak again, Yamada Ryo quickly turned his back.

His hand was already fiddling with the bass guitar in front of him.

The vibrating strings released clear sounds into the air.

"Anyway, you brought me in here for a reason, right? Let's not talk about this anymore."

Is she blushing?

As Mingze Feng thought this, the bass strings began to play in his ears.

The bass notes echoed in the empty room, and Yamada Ryo's solo, with its lively fingertips, even made the bass notes seem to float.