Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Naruzawa Kaede seems to have gained a slight understanding of Hiroi Kikuri's world.

Genius on the left, madness on the right. Kikuri Hiroi is in the position of a madwoman, destined to leave everyone else in the dust on her musical journey.

This kind of rock and roll is a form of rebellion, a rebellion against reality.

"Store manager!"

"what?"

"Xingge! I want to have you!"

"Damn it, let's get down to business!"

"I want to face you head-on!"

"Get the hell out of here!"

Actually, Ijichi Hoshika didn't know what he was shouting.

I simply thought it wasn't a nice remark, so I just cursed back.

This live performance, featuring only two performers and each other as the audience, continued into the late hours of the night, until both were completely exhausted.

The alcohol evaporates along with the sweat, carrying heat to the skin and then carrying it away. The heat inside the clothes makes one want to pull down their coat and tug at the collar, wishing they could be naked.

Ijichi Hoshika lay sprawled on the wooden floor, one leg dangling from the stool. Her long sleeves were rolled up to her shoulders, and the hem of her clothes revealed her abs.

Ming Zefeng walked unsteadily, his thoughts unable to keep up with his limbs. He covered her stomach with his coat, drooped his head, and looked around.

He didn't even know what he was doing.

He wasn't actually that drunk, but after singing at the top of his lungs, he was exhausted and hungry, so he thought he'd just go to sleep.

So he grabbed Ichiji Hoshika's arm and used it as a pillow.

When it comes to sleeping positions, whoever sleeps last has the right to decide.

While Mingze Feng was sleeping peacefully.

The gilded text flowed slowly.

[Coco 3: Women will only slow down your piano playing, but go for it! You've been transported here to enjoy life; you can sleep with whomever you want, no problem, because this is Tokyo, and you are Naruzawa Kaede.]

Freedom, future, music, loneliness, rock and roll, rebellion, and women—let's do it!

The story of freedom begins today.

***This is the dividing line outside the scene***

Hiroi Kikuri slowly woke up. The first thing she did upon opening her eyes was to cover her head. This headache was definitely not a mistake; she had drunk too much again.

The jacket and bass are still there, and there's still water on the table. That's nice.

Hiroi Kikuri let out a hiccup, muttering to herself with a blissful expression, "So good... I only remember feeling great playing with it before I passed out. Speaking of which, I think I saw Kaede-kun..."

Oh no, I didn't remember this from the beginning!

The decor was unfamiliar; it looked like the backstage area of ​​some live music venue. She checked her phone... her old, cracked-screen phone was gone...

Don't panic. Next, we need to find out where we are. Let's ask someone.

Hiroi Kikusato skillfully got up and groped her way out.

Hmm, the storefront is unfamiliar, but the decor is quite new. The stage is empty, but the lights are on, and there are two...

"Forehead..."

"I'm still not sober. How come Brother Feng is hugging and rolling around with Senior?"

Hiroi Kikuri squinted, raised her hand and patted her cold cheek. The familiar touch and the cold air passing through her lungs with each breath reminded her that this was reality.

This reality is quite surreal, quite amazing... As she walked onto the stage, the postures of the two people became clear.

Naruzawa Kaede placed one hand on Ijichi Hoshika's side and pushed her away, as he felt it was too hot.

But his head was firmly held in Ijichi Hoshika's arms, pressed against his chest, and he managed to squeeze out a mouthful of air, his clothes soaked with saliva.

"When did the two of them become so close?"

Kikuri Hiroi squinted. "I wouldn't act like this when I'm drunk. How dare you criticize me, senpai? But this is senpai's embarrassing past..."

If I take a picture, I can probably drink for free at the bar forever...

*Hiccup...* Hiroi Kikuri hiccuped, suddenly realizing she couldn't find her phone. What to do...? Hiroi Kikuri pondered, her index finger pressed against her chin, her alcohol-numbed brain slow to respond.

"Ah! I can just take the picture with my senior's phone and then ask her to send it to me!"

She's a true genius.

Kikusato Hiroi ingeniously found a way to take photos while the phone was locked, but she couldn't unlock the phone, let alone extract the photos.

"......" Never mind then.

"The three of us must be happy."

She squeezed between the two people, and soon a snoring sound filled the stage.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Before Meeting the Younger Sister, One Must First Win Over the Older Sister

Including Hiroi Kikuri, who came over to take a nap, Narusawa Kaede was the second to wake up.

He slept soundly, smelling sweet and milky.

He still remembered that he and Ichika Hoshika had gone crazy together last night. The two of them reminisced about the past, lamented the fleeting time and the passing of youth, and were ignited by Hiroi Kikuri and her sake. They cheered and sang the essence of rock and roll, and then the two of them hugged each other and fell asleep.

The two seemed to have formed a pair of gloomy, overworked office workers, cursing their boss, complaining about the world, and reminiscing about their lost youth...

Wait, no, this body is still that of a middle school student?

Oh my god, I'm a real middle school student now!

Mingze Feng lay on the soft 'pillow', adjusting his position to allow himself to breathe normally through his nose. He opened his eyes, looked around, and reflected on why he, as a middle school student, had acted this way.

Although he was more curious about how his arm, which he had clearly been using as a pillow last night, had ended up here.

Is it because of gravity?

The current position will not be repeated. Naruzawa Kaede was too afraid to move, afraid of waking Ichiji Hoshika and making up for the snacks he hadn't had last night. But when he thought that he might not be able to avoid having these snacks, Naruzawa Kaede felt that it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of the situation again.

He squinted and saw the figure with purple hair sleeping.

【zzz...zzz...】

As the saying goes, it's better to blame someone else than yourself. Let's just blame her. Didn't Ijichi Seika also say that the atmosphere changes drastically whenever Hiroi Kikuri appears?

Naruzawa Kaede felt that these past two days, every time he met Hiroi Kikuri, all the passion within him was ignited by her, pushing him toward... the opposite of what should be called 'public order and good customs' on the side of social order.

He also felt that this feeling was quite good.

Hiss... His stomach was cramping a bit; the aftereffects of the hangover were belatedly kicking in, and his intestines started to move as well. He was hungry and cold, which reminded Mingze Feng of when he had come back to life a few days ago.

And the alcohol I drank last night has, after a night, squeezed from my circulatory system into my urinary system.

No, he needs to go to the restroom.

Mingze Feng tried to get up, supporting himself on his arms on the floor, and gently tried to move his head away.

The more he stood up, the more clearly he could feel the force binding him. The arms of Ichiji Hoshika, which were holding the back of his head, were like a pair of pincers, forming a cage that no one could escape.

After a couple of struggles, he lay back down face down in his original position. It was warmer here than his pillow at home, softer than the pillow at Yamada Ryo's house, and there was a reassuring, almost imperceptible, steady heartbeat. This was his dreamland, Takamagahara, Mount Everest, a haven, a sacred place...

Ijichi Hoshika spread her arms, turned to the side, placed her arms on the ground, and her body formed a star shape.

My heartbeat quickened.

Taking the opportunity, Ming Zefeng got up, rubbing his eyes as he squinted.

[Panic: Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous... Get out of here! If he doesn't leave by the time I count to three, I'll kick him out... Damn, doesn't that mean I woke up a long time ago? I, I... Damn, Ichiji Hoshika, what's wrong with you... You should stand up and slap him, or act like nothing happened and tell him that adults know to let relationships end last night... Get up, damn it!]

Her body seemed to be nailed to the ground, and her arms wouldn't obey her commands.

Naruzawa Kaede was also unsure of what to do. Since Ijichi Hoshika was pretending to be asleep, should he just go along with her and leave?

He stood there lost in thought, and it was Ichiji Hoshika who was suffering.

Still can't get up, damn, when did I become so weak...? Gone? No footsteps... Let me check.

Beneath her long eyelashes, she opened her eyes a crack, but when she saw Ming Zefeng's trouser leg, she immediately closed them, deliberately slowing her breathing.

It's just like a student being checked by their parents to see if they've been secretly using their phone.

Her heart was still racing; only she could hear it.

A blush rose to her cheeks, visible only to Naruzawa Kaede.

Mingze Feng shifted his body, observing more carefully everything he could remember.

She still had faint dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was messily covering her ears. Lying spread out in a wide-open position, she reminded Mingze Feng of Ah Chang, a character written by Lu Xun. However, what lay before him now was Sleeping Beauty from a fairy tale.

She wasn't wearing makeup, but the slight blush on her face, which was in her early twenties, was more beautiful than any cosmetics.

At this moment, what the words describe is no longer important.

If I turn around and leave now, I don't know how long it will be before I have another chance to get this close to her.

If I turn around now, if I just leave like this...

"I will absolutely regret it to death."

They had only exchanged phone numbers and had never even held hands. Mingze Fengye had not yet done what she said last night.

Will the distance between us revert to what it was before last night when we meet next time?

What will his identity be when he comes to Ichiji Hoshika next time? His sister's classmate? Or a drinking buddy for one night?

The only thing I know for sure is that there will never be another heart-to-heart connection like last night.

"Xingge, I don't want last night to just stay in the past, okay?"

Some strands of hair clung to her forehead, and only when you got closer could you see that she was also covered in fine beads of sweat.

Her face flushed even more. Perhaps it was her imagination, or perhaps he was hoping she would blush. Mingze Feng guessed.

Their closeness, their burning breaths, their faces so close together, their pale lips... Was it because of a hangover that they looked so pale? Was he himself like that now?

A jumble of thoughts surged up like a tidal wave as they drew closer to each other.

Naruzawa Kaede was very close to her. He raised his palm and placed it on Ijichi Hoshika's forehead, gently brushing away the damp strands of hair, his palm resting on her forehead.

This was the most restrained action he could think of that he wanted to do, one that wouldn't frighten her.

"Star Song..."

Ijichi Seika's toes were already stretched to the limit.

She could hear everything, feel everything. The burning breath, the voices drawing ever closer.

She was incredibly nervous. Suddenly, she realized she should have stood up earlier, or perhaps she shouldn't have drunk any alcohol last night. That way, she might have been able to sleep in at home today instead of engaging in some unprecedented romantic encounters.

A tingling sensation ran down Ichiji Hoshika's spine as it touched the wooden board, making her feel weak all over. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her breathing steady, but it became increasingly rapid.

Or perhaps, she's also looking forward to it...

"Star Song..."

Mingze Feng pressed his cheek against hers, gently reaching for the edge of her lips and cheek.

Ichi Hoshika slightly opened her eyes, her face feeling tingly and numb.

She didn't know how to describe her complicated emotions, but she wanted to twist her body, go for a run, take a shower, feel the cold wind, and drink ice water to swallow the surging anger.

She met Mingze Feng's eyes.

She thought of another way.

It wasn't just the sluggish nerves from a hangover that made her impulsive. She had been expecting more than just that for a while.

Ijichi Hoshika finally remembered that her strength was greater than that of Narusawa Kaede.

When Naruzawa Kaede was pinned to the ground, he was still somewhat dazed. The force first came from his shoulder, and Ijichi Hoshika accurately pressed down on his shoulder before sitting directly on him.

"That's it?"

Accompanied by Ijichi Seika's voice, the two of them instantly changed positions, almost every position imaginable.

Mingze Feng could clearly feel the thigh pressing down on her waist. She only needed to raise her eyes to see the stage lights, which were so bright and dazzling through her golden hair.