Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

As he straightened up, his shoulders opened wide, and his bright eyes revealed the vigor of youth.

"It feels so good to be young..."

The tearing sensation in his chest and the rumbling in his lower abdomen repeatedly reminded him that now was not the time to be depressed.

"Having awakened my memories of my past life as an adult, how could I possibly be worse off than before? At least I never went hungry again."

When leaving home, lock the door.

He'd looked into the kitchen; he hadn't cooked before, so there was no rice. There were a few vegetable leaves in the fridge, showing he'd mastered the art of boiling vegetables. There was also half a leftover bento box and a box of instant noodles from who-knows-when.

Mingze Feng didn't dare eat them because he had released two cockroaches while rummaging through the box. Considering they might be his only two roommates, Mingze Feng politely asked them to leave through the window.

"We'll have to do a thorough cleaning again later."

Besides that, he also planned to buy some rice to take back with him. He had 2,700 yen in his pocket, but he didn't know how much he could buy. He hoped he could also buy some flour.

Ah, if he could, he would like to buy some minced meat... At this point, when he was starving, what he missed most was a steaming hot meat bun.

The more I think about it, the hungrier I get. I'll withdraw the money from my savings account tomorrow, have something good to eat, and start a new life.

......

Tokyo at night isn't all neon lights. Beyond the glitz and glamour, there are also streets with a lively, everyday atmosphere, no more than three stories high.

Various strange characters can be seen above the pedestrians' heads.

What's going on with this skill? It doesn't seem like mind reading. If I had to describe it, it's more like interacting with an open-world NPC.

What is the use of this thing?

Overtime, overtime, overtime to hell! So annoying, so annoying, so annoying!

This stand-up comedy show is hilarious!

There are still five, six, seven, or eight hours until sunrise. Another day has passed.

Mingze Feng couldn't help but take a few more glances. It was the owner of an izakaya sitting at the entrance, looking up at the sky. Looking up from his two-story shop, he could see the towering, brightly lit neon lighthouse on the horizon.

Mingze Feng temporarily set aside his memories of the locals and formed his own vague impressions of the place.

Tokyo is like a city torn apart. People's joys and sorrows are often different.

Fortunately, there were two half-price bento boxes left in the convenience store's refrigerated display case: a box of cucumber and greens for 230 NTD and a box of pork donburi for 180 NTD!

Mingze Feng smiled.

Ming Zefeng heard his stomach growling, his intestines writhing, and his brain screaming repeatedly.

Hurry up and grab it!

Just looking at that rich, deep sauce, it would be hard for any food lover with a penchant for strong flavors to resist...

Bai Jie's small hand came into view, and she and Ming Zefeng pressed it on the pork bento together.

"Um, I saw it first..."

His cool voice carried an undeniable weariness and a slight lack of strength.

"I didn't see you just now. But there are two copies here, what do you want to say?"

Looking up from the white sleeves, what comes into view is azure blue hair, with a ponytail hanging down from one shoulder. Her eyes are as bright as crystal, but now they seem to be shrouded in some shadow, appearing listless and empty.

A huge exclamation mark stood above her head.

Mingze Feng blinked hard in disbelief. It seemed that the girl had misunderstood his action, and she withdrew her hand in a moment of fright.

The exclamation mark disappeared with the girl's movement, replaced by a line of text.

[Panic: He...he knows me?! No, no! I absolutely can't! I can't...]

The bright red exclamation mark symbolizes the girl's inner excitement.

Before Mingze Feng could even ask a question, the girl slapped the bag in her hand onto his face and took the opportunity to run out of the store without looking back.

"This woman is pretty, but she's got real breasts..." Mingze Feng muttered, his face darkening as he gripped the bag tightly. He glanced at it... "ta, ta'o...タオル...sanitary napkin?"

It's her period, no wonder she's so irritable.

Besides that, there was a name tag. It said it belonged to the person from earlier, Togawasa...Toyokawa...Shoko?

This name sounds familiar.

The convenience store clerk approached with a wary look in his eyes.

"Sir, you know the lady from earlier, right? If so, I won't call the police."

I don't care what happened here, as long as someone pays for the bento boxes that were taken.

Holy crap... that girl was carrying a lunchbox when she ran away just now. Are you an elephant reincarnated? Your hands are like an elephant's trunk!

Mingze Feng nodded with a forced smile, "Okay. The rest of the cucumber is on me too."

Miss, the pork donburi bento that cost 180 yen, I'll remember this debt for the rest of my life.

"In that case..." The clerk smiled with satisfaction, and after the payment was completed, thanked them, "Thank you very much for your patronage, and please come again next time!"

I won't come again!

I lay back down on the sofa at home.

As Mingze Feng ate his bento, he looked at the bag in front of him and fell into thought and silence.

Why did I bring this thing back? I didn't even use the sanitary napkins inside.

Could we find her at her workplace and demand she repay the money? That seems plausible; the company name is on her work badge...

......

Shoko Toyokawa fled back to her rented apartment. The pungent smell of alcohol wafted out, and she could see an overturned instant noodle box.

She leaned against the door, her bottom sliding down to the ground. The cold touch jolted her awake, and the dizziness gradually subsided. She squeezed the bag in her hand...a plastic case? A bento box?

Toyokawa Shoko instantly regretted it so much that her face turned pale.

Why did she throw her bag out? Her work ID was inside; without it, she couldn't enter the company tomorrow. Replacing it would cost 800 yen, and she'd have to go through all sorts of procedures... Most importantly, she lost her perfect attendance bonus for the month.

Maybe the person I just saw had bad eyesight? How can I be sure they know me? And why did I run away? What's wrong with buying a half-price bento? What's wrong with that?!

"Saki...what's wrong with you...?"

The bright moon shone through the crack in the window.

Xiangzi hugged her knees, buried her face in her arms, and tears glistening in the moonlight slid down her face, sometimes illuminating her clenched teeth.

I'm so hungry, so cold... I hate myself for running away like this...

But it only lasted for a short while, just this short while...

I...couldn't help it...

"Ha...ha ooh...woo...woo woo woo..."

Chapter Three: [ ] and 『 』 and Yamada Ryo

You didn't wait for dawn last night.

[You almost triggered the "Dangerous Mission" series. I don't recommend you do it. The allure is too strong, and you can't resist it right now.]

After washing my face this morning, these words appeared in the mirror.

Mingze Feng smacked his lips. So this thing can talk?

Dangerous missions typically involve dangerous characters and situations, and will be marked with ''.

"It's not like the person opposite me is a yandere, and just because I saw the brand of sanitary napkins she uses, she'll start pursuing me and let me live the life of marrying a rich and beautiful woman, right?"

This kind of plot feels insulting to one's intelligence when watching it, but experiencing it firsthand isn't necessarily a bad thing...

The text changed in a few places.

You want to eat farts?

"Is that what you call the supernatural and bizarre?"

[Not very relevant]

"It can't be a good boat with a machete, can it?"

Not easy

Who would watch a show with a plot like this? And if that's the case, what's there to be afraid of?

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years.

"Okay...can you transform?" Mingze Feng asked hesitantly.

The characters in brackets on the mirror changed and distorted before expanding and exploding.

It seems impossible.

"Huh... It collapsed so easily, could it be some kind of cheat code sent by the hedgehog cat?"

no answer.

Mingze Feng wasn't in a hurry. He straightened his faded school uniform cuffs, then pushed open the door and went out, making sure to lock the door behind him.

He won't be attending this school next semester, but he'll still have to go this semester. Between dropping out and graduating, he chose to pursue further education, especially since he wanted to apply to the University of Tokyo.

The text above his head was blown up, but you can still see lines of text above pedestrians' heads when you walk down the street.

Breakfast was a thick omelet. Mingze Feng looked up and glanced at the interesting passages in the text.

Finally, he drew a conclusion.

The countless words of those who work their morning shifts can be summed up in four words:

I work from 8 AM.

Perhaps at certain times, people can still share a sense of pessimism.

......

When the midday bell rang, Mingze Feng occupied the rooftop bathroom, which was deserted.

Actually, he immorally locked the door. He couldn't very well let others see him talking to himself in the mirror; it would be terrible if he were treated like a lunatic and sent to the hospital.

He was facing the mirror.

In the mirror, two lines of shimmering gold text gradually changed.

"So, what are you going to do?" Mingze Feng asked in his mind.

Coco 2: Have you ever risked your life for your dream?

Stop daydreaming! You'll either be a nobody or a household name! You have to choose.

"I'll go get some money and see what I can copy... The library's reading room has internet access, so I can keep track of the modern entertainment market there. On the way back, I'll stop by the bookstore to check out the best-selling paperbacks... By the way, what's the word count for submissions in Japan? Can online writers make money? Would isekai toilet paper be popular?"

Don't you see that other novels about traveling to Tokyo are all written like this?

Even if I gave you the detailed outline of "Battle Through the Heavens," you'd still flop. The editors at Yuewen would be furious at your writing talent and want to shut you down! Dengeki Literature would be completely impressed and exclaim, "You're a madman!" If you ask me: Forget plagiarism!

"You're really good at cursing... Who do you think you are?"

There is nothing outside the mind; I interpret the Six Classics. I am the reflection of the world itself in your heart, the world you perceive and know. Any doubt can find its answer in me; therefore, I am the world, and your mind is me.

Ah, it's all so confusing.

Mingze Feng was more concerned about another issue: "I think what makes me most at ease is the number in my pocket, after all, I have to eat, right?"

The text changed, seemingly silenced by his words.

The answer came quickly.

Now, go to the rooftop and stand on the edge.

"Extorting the school or being reincarnated into another world?"

Ming Zefeng shook his head helplessly. This hedgehog cat's cheat code was unreliable. It was safer to stick to his original plan.

[You've died twice already! What have you accomplished in these two lifetimes?! What are you planning to do now?! Repeat your mediocre life, choosing to be a living dead while keeping one eye open and one eye closed between glue-making and dreaming?]

Stop daydreaming! Your feet are on your body, your hands are on your body, your head is in your belt, so what if you fucking pull off a heist?

Mingze Feng patted his pants pocket, only then realizing that this body wouldn't waste money on cigarettes. He wasn't really addicted, but he hadn't been said those things to him in a long time, and he felt a little melancholy. When he felt melancholy, he wanted to exhale.