Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

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The bass's rhythmic undulations stirred the audience, making them restless as well.

Cheers erupted, the audience cheering enthusiastically.

On stage, the jazz drums pounded out an exciting rhythm, and the bass, as always, overwhelmed the guitars of the other two players with its frenetic energy; only the jazz drum gong could rival it.

The lead vocalist and bassist have absolute control and passion, with dreamlike melodies and vocals.

Even Yamada Ryo had to admit...

This is the charm of Hiroi Kikuri.

Yamada Ryo glanced at the four-person group performing on stage again, then shrank back and sipped his drink through his straw.

Perhaps because of the ice, the chilled juice in the glass wasn't sweet. It's only been a few days into March, and the temperature hasn't warmed up yet, so this chilling feeling is rather unnecessary.

This is roughly what Yamada Ryo was complaining about.

She also wanted to add some sugarcane juice, specifically fermented sugarcane juice... well, that's called whiskey.

But the owner wouldn't sell it to her, and the shop assistant wouldn't serve it to her either.

Because Mingze Feng had told her beforehand that she wouldn't be given any alcohol, only orange juice was served.

As a member of the band's 'family' on stage, Yamada Ryo was thoughtfully led to a booth area. It was a place where he could see the stage but wouldn't be disturbed by other people.

I just can't order any drinks, even though I'm at a bar...

Yamada Ryo pursed his lips and yawned in his seat.

Last night... well, let's not talk about it.

In short, Hiroi Kikuri is just as much of a bastard as Narusawa Kaede.

I really believed in Hiroi Kikuri's nonsense.

Last night, Yamada Ryo gritted his teeth and dared not make a sound.

Yamada Ryo was terrified, but Narusawa Kaede immediately said, "You're just awake," and then pulled her onto the bed for a threesome.

In reality, such a thing will not happen.

At least among the people he likes, Naruzawa Kaede is quite respectful of their wishes...

Sometimes he was a little too respectful, and Yamada Ryo even suspected that he was playing hard to get.

This conjecture is largely correct. Yamada Ryo can guess most of what's going on around Narusawa Kaede.

after all...

Yamada Ryo slowly raised his head, and on the stage, Hiroi Kikuri slipped to Narusawa Kaede's side and hugged him tightly, while the audience shouted from a higher level.

This person...

"...Well."

Not quite as good as me, well, just a tiny bit less.

Yamada Ryo thought to himself—

Having decided to accept, Yamada Ryo had no intention of leaving. She had refused Narusawa Kaede's suggestion to contact Yamada's father that morning, so she had no choice but to come along in the afternoon.

As for returning to school—we'll talk about that later.

Right now, Yamada Ryo is quite looking forward to it. They promised to play music together again tonight. Yamada Ryo agreed to play bass together.

actually...

Yamada Ryo more or less understood Narusawa Kaede's eagerness to try something new... The bass could achieve the same level of appeal for her.

Kissing and hugging, even doing things like that, can't two people do it anytime they want? True love should be something deeper, a resonance and throbbing between two souls.

That's right, that's it.

Looking at the calm surface of the liquid in the glass, Yamada Ryo's half-closed eyes showed a hint of emotion. Her lips were slightly curved in a smile, a mixture of happiness and enjoyment of the tranquility she was experiencing.

Soulmate...

Ryo Yamada likes bass, and Kaede Narusawa plays bass.

Naruzawa Kaede likes women, and Yamada Ryo is a woman.

Okay, this part is flawed; it doesn't make logical sense...

But Yamada Ryo was too lazy to continue; these kinds of things were just too complicated to unravel. And... someone else had arrived.

On the table, the liquid in the once calm glass began to ripple, appearing as patches of clouds under the stage lights.

It was caused by the bag on the table.

Yamada Ryo glanced up, slightly displeased.

Why can't we wait for others to finish thinking about something?

A young girl barged in, wearing a dark long dress, a beret, and long light green hair. Tsk, more long hair...

—Mingze Feng is indeed a long hair enthusiast.

Yamada Ryo glanced past the other person's chest and continued looking down. White stockings, leather shoes, and a bag that looked familiar—which brand's new mid-range luxury style was it?

She looked completely out of place in the bar, like a rich young lady who had stumbled into a sweatshop.

Looks familiar...

Yamada Ryo frowned.

I have absolutely no recollection of it.

Wakaba Mutsu tilted her head, noticing Yamada Ryo's puzzled expression. She separated her hands, which had been clasped together in her casual dress, and twisted the white stockings on her thigh before putting on a polite smile.

"Wakaba Mutsumi," Mutsumi asked with a light laugh, "Just call me Mukomi-chan~ Congratulations on making up with Kaede, oh cool."

Where did this rich girl come from? Oh, I remember now, the luxury car, the rainy day, the concert entrance, and the chase all the way to the internet cafe...

Yamada Ryo, who had been resting his chin on his hand, gently touched his forehead.

Seriously... Feng has accumulated so many romantic entanglements outside.

"Have a seat, order for yourself."

Yamada Ryo, who was originally sitting in the middle of the sofa, moved a little. Her attitude wasn't good... but it wasn't too rude.

Xiao Mu smiled and sat down, curiously looking around before ordering...

"Huh? Why aren't you giving us alcohol... Ah, is it because I'm underage? No, it's for Brother Feng and Sister Juli~ Haha, it's not like we're opening champagne halfway through..."

She's quite the social butterfly, but it's useless; Feng specifically instructed me to do this...

Yamada Ryo sipped his juice and watched her performance quietly.

"Anyway..." Wakaba Mutsu said with a smile, "Bring up all the wine that Brother Feng stored."

Then, under Yamada Ryo's dazed gaze, the drink that Yamada Ryo couldn't get even if he paid more was placed on the table.

A dazzling array... but only number six stands out.

"Ta-da~ Shall we have some Liangjiang?"

“I…” Yamada Ryo hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Kaede had already given those instructions, so it wouldn't be good if Wakaba Mutsumi and Narusawa Kaede started arguing because of her...

"You drink it yourself..."

Yamada Ryo lowered his head and drank orange juice.

"Um..."

Mu hesitated for a moment, lowered his head... then raised his head again and said,

"Mu Zi Mi Jiang isn't an adult yet, so her drinking is definitely still a bit rough..."

clam?

Yamada Ryo frowned.

This person... must be out of their mind. She clearly ordered the drinks herself, yet she says minors shouldn't drink...

I simply cannot understand what this person is thinking.

At that moment, Wakaba Mutsu leaned closer again.

"Hey~ Liang, is Brother Feng free tonight?!"

"Ah...you're asking me that..."

Yamada Ryo tried to brush it off, but at that moment she saw Wakaba Mutsu's eyes.

Clear, direct, and filled with undisguised joy.

Bright, pure, sparkling with anticipation and something inexplicable, kirakira.

Yamada Ryo didn't know what that was; she couldn't decipher this part.

But Yamada Ryo understood what Ruo Ye Mu was doing at that moment.

Ruo Yemu pressed her hands on the sofa, leaned forward, and put one leg on the sofa, her whole body bent over.

Wakaba Mutsu was looking forward to it, and she was very excited about being able to get close to Kaede.

This overflowing emotion can be fully conveyed through facial expressions and every gesture.

Yamada Ryo felt a chill run down his spine.

It's not easy for people to convey emotions to each other. But the girl in front of me seems to have a natural ability to evoke empathy.

The flickering in her eyes, the trembling of her eyelashes, the position of her limbs, the frequency of her breathing... No, perhaps it shouldn't be analyzed like this...

Because it looks so natural overall.

Yamada Ryo swallowed hard.

Humans are only able to freely express their inner feelings when they are young. As they grow up, the perfunctory attitude and scolding of parents, the neglect and discipline of teachers, the judgment of society, and the gaze of those around them will cause them to restrain their ability to express these feelings as they constantly encounter setbacks.

Some call it shrewdness, others call it cunning; by not showing one's emotions, one can prevent others from exploiting one's weaknesses...

But the ability to convey emotions, if hidden for too long, is truly forgotten. A calculating person cannot fully express their inner feelings.

The eyes of the man standing before him, Wakaba Mutsu, were shining.

Such a person must have grown up in a space where they could freely express themselves, pampered and praised in their life, happy and fulfilled, a little princess surrounded by stars.

In a cesspool of corruption, such a person...

Such a pure person...makes you want to protect them.

Yamada Ryo then said, "I'll help you make an appointment with him, no problem."

"Great!"

Xiao Mu squinted her eyes, "Mu Zi Mi Jiang missed SickHack's performance before, and she was sad for a long time."

"This time, Mu Zi Mi Jiang wants to play music with Feng Jiang, is that okay, Liang Jiang~"

"Ah... um. No problem."

Yamada Ryo said, "Then let's go together tonight."

That strange feeling resurfaced in my mind once again.

Yamada Ryo couldn't help but frown.

For some reason, Ruoye Mu was clearly talking about her own things at that moment.

Yamada Ryo always felt that she was talking about someone else.