Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Cherish it...

Ming Zefeng's heart tightened as he recalled how he had been engrossed in being intimate with Xing Ge for the past three days, and he felt ashamed of the little conscience he had left.

"I'm cold, I have to confess..."

"Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

It's already seven o'clock, you're so late.

Yamada Ryo stared at him with deadpan eyes. Her icy beauty had just taken on a somewhat silly and goofy air.

When Mingze Feng saw her expression, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

When Yamada Ryo asked, he explained why he was late.

From being a band supporter to being used as a tool to train socially awkward people, and then to dragging three beautiful girls out to perform on the street.

The bassist is efficient and easy to work with, has excellent execution skills, gets things done immediately, and speaks eloquently.

【So you think I'm lazy, lazy, and have a foul mouth?】

"...They're all beautiful girls. Is the new bassist I met really that good?"

Yamada Ryo tore open another bag of potato chips with force.

She turned around, and her two little feet, clad in cotton socks, landed on the sofa, resting against Ming Zefeng's legs.

One poke after another.

Mingze Feng simply straightened her legs and placed them on his thighs.

"Let me give you a massage. I'm not bragging, but I used to work at a massage parlor and learned the ropes. If I hadn't met you, I would have been a top masseuse there sooner or later."

The unprecedented sensation on her leg made Yamada Ryo freeze. As the fingers began to knead, she gritted her teeth and said, "Gently, gently..."

"Sigh, your muscles are all stiff, it might hurt a little, just bear with it."

Hmm... Yamada Ryo bit her lower lip.

The slight pain felt like tiny electric currents, drilling into her bones. Her arm, which had been gripping the phone, fell limply to her side. She turned her face away, and her cheek, which was turned upwards, was flushed.

"You...don't think you can just get away with this."

She pulled her leg back abruptly, pressed her face against her thigh, and sat on the sofa facing away from her, hugging her leg.

Naruzawa Kaede lowered his hand. "Ahem, where was I? And then... They're students from Hanasaki River... Besides the bassist who went there like me, the other two are about to be seniors in high school, but they're both incredibly talented at playing instruments."

"Imagawa-senpai stayed behind to keep an eye on things for us and didn't perform. Shirokin-senpai played the keyboard incredibly well, but he was a bit stage-frightened. When I played the guitar, the addition of keyboards to the music gave me a kind of pulsating, touching feeling."

"It's so great that Ms. Platinum was able to face the audience directly in the end. I think Imagawa-senpai's words of encouragement were very helpful..."

The more Yamada Ryo listened, the more confused he became, yet the more familiar it seemed.

Imagawa? Platinum? Keyboard? Or something slung over the shoulder?

"Is that keyboardist named Rinko Shirogane? And Imai, Lisa Imai???" Yamada Ryo's movements were slightly agitated. She knelt down on the sofa and placed her hand on Narusawa Kaede's shoulder.

As Naruzawa Kaede nodded, Yamada Ryo's eyes widened.

"You made an appointment with a member of Roselia, but you didn't invite me."

"I even created a club specifically so I could hang out with you."

Chapter Thirty-Two: What Post-Wedding Rehearsal?

"I understand, the relationship has faded, you don't care about me anymore... I knew it, I shouldn't have been in the car, I should have been under the car, watching you move forward..."

Yamada Ryo wiped away non-existent tears with his long sleeves that covered his palms, humming an unknown song.

Naruzawa Kaede was a little flustered at first, but after seeing Yamada Ryo's act, he was both annoyed and amused.

This kind of coquettishness has an irresistible charm. She doesn't really want you to apologize; she just wants what she wants.

Roselia, Roselia, I really want to meet my favorite senior.

"Next time, next time I'll definitely take you with me, open your mouth?" Naruzawa Kaede peeled a candy and held it to Yamada Ryo's lips.

Then he froze... He'd been hanging out with Xingge these past two days, and he'd become more and more skilled at some of his moves, but wouldn't that seem a bit too practiced?

Yamada Ryo's crying paused for a moment. She blinked and opened her mouth to put the candy in her mouth.

His soft lips brushed against his fingertips, the creases making Mingze Feng frown slightly; his lips felt dry...

"I'll go get some more water."

Yamada Ryo nodded vigorously, licking her lips; she was thirsty.

"Actually, I don't particularly want to get to know them. Feng is just an off-field helper, right? Everyone in Roselia is professional-level. Ah, wait a minute..."

Yamada Ryo asked, "Kaede, the first time we went to see a live show, it was their show, didn't you even look at the stage?"

"I've been looking at you all day, and the scarf wrapped around my neck makes my heart feel warm."

Yamada Ryo was rendered speechless.

【Maple, why are you being so aggressive today... Stop it, I just want to play music with you, but if you're interested in me... it's not like I can't consider it...】

"You said you were looking at me, but you were only looking at that girl in front of you, weren't you?"

No, I was too focused on the light green-haired girl sitting to my side.

Mingze Feng still remembered that the other person also had an exclamation mark wrapped in "" above their head, but no matter how much he stared at it, the exclamation mark was like a cucumber and wouldn't move.

"It's my first time listening to a live performance, and I'm curious about the people sitting around me..."

"Hmm..." Yamada Ryo stepped off the sofa, rolled up her sleeves, and said to Narusawa Kaede, "You just praised that bassist a lot, and that's not over yet."

"The basement air conditioner has been on for about twenty minutes. Let's go down. You messaged me earlier saying you've been practicing. Let me see how you're doing now."

In the basement, the two sat facing each other, audio cables connected to speakers, their fingertips sliding between the bass and guitar strings.

[So natural... You've mastered the rhythm, every note is full of confidence... It really feels like you're playing your own music.]

Sit down to practice the piano, move to the rhythm, and when you look up, you can see the blue-haired girl with her swaying hair and fair neck.

Her occasional smile was so charming.

Nearly an hour later, Yamada Ryo's stomach, not wanting to be left out, began to rumble.

"...Um, I am still a little hungry."

"I'll go cook dinner. What did you eat for dinner?"

"No."

[After class, I took a shower and waited for you to come back... I didn't expect the new blanket to be so comfortable, and I fell asleep... I probably won't be able to sleep tonight, waah... phew...]

Ming Zefeng paused in his work of tidying up the music store. He casually looked away, lowered his voice, and asked softly, "Is there anything you'd like to eat? You can go out and buy it if you need."

"Give me the noodles... the noodles."

"That one takes an hour?"

"It's okay, here it is, here it is, here it is. I've prepared flour this time, and there are vegetables in the refrigerator. Please, please, please, please!"

Amidst repeated requests, Mingze Feng stepped into the kitchen.

Cooking is a strange thing; one person is too lazy to cook, but two people can.

While kneading the dough, you can hear the sound of the living room TV starting to play.

Yamada Ryo intentionally turned up the volume.

In the empty villa, only the living room and kitchen lights were on.

The echoing sound of the television also drowned out Yamada Ryo's footsteps.

She was at the kitchen door when she saw Mingze Feng holding a knife, cutting the flatbread that had already been rolled out on the table. She didn't come in, but held her breath, afraid that Mingze Feng would cut his hand.

As Mingze Feng turned his knife, he saw a small hand reach from behind his waist onto the cutting board.

He suppressed the urge to smile and pressed down on Yamada Ryo's hand.

"This isn't cooked; you really can't eat it."

"I know, should we just put this in the pot...?" Yamada Ryo pointed to the pot that was already boiling, with steam rising from it.

"No, look at this..."

On the table were long strips that had already been cut. Ming Zefeng pinched both ends of them and began to stretch them, similar to the way dragon beard noodles are pulled and lifted, while sprinkling dry powder on them.

Yamada Ryo blinked and began to imitate her with a serious expression. She carefully picked up only one noodle, but unsurprisingly, it broke in two. But don't be discouraged, try again, though she still couldn't quite get it right after a couple of tries...

Finally, a noodle landed on her face. Naruzawa Kaede took it off and, together with Yamada Ryo, put the nearly ruined noodles into the pot.

By the time it's cooked, the bubbling broth has turned a cloudy white.

"Do you make ramen like this?"

“This is…” Naruzawa Kaede suddenly didn’t know what to say. His understanding of Japanese ramen was limited to what he learned from Ichiraku Ramen. He had learned the entire process of making ramen by watching others since he was a child…

He explained that it was the taste of his childhood.

"The taste of childhood? It's that kind of taste that isn't particularly delicious, but you can't help but stop and linger when you see it. I don't have that at all. It feels like everything I've eaten since I was a child has tasted delicious."

"Then I'm relieved." Mingze Feng suddenly remembered that she was a taste fanatic.

Mingze Feng felt that his noodles were actually just average.

But Yamada Ryo ate with great relish.

He slurped up the noodles and broth, mouthful by mouthful.

It seems like it can't stop.

Therefore, he also thought that this bowl of clear soup noodles was quite delicious.

After all, half of the credit goes to her.

Incidentally, there's a projection screen on the wall.

While kneading the dough, Yamada Ryo found a videotape from an unknown era. It had no packaging or record, and even Yamada Ryo didn't know what it was.

Isn't it fun to open blind boxes?

They watched movies together, whether they had something to do or not. She breathed a sigh of relief when the blue Doraemon with its semi-circular logo appeared on the wall. At least it wasn't some weird movie.

When she saw the zero-score exam paper appear on the screen, she suddenly remembered that the final exams for this semester were approaching...

"Feng, final exams are in early December. Can you afford to fail again?"

"Oh no, I've already decided to repeat the year."

Yamada Ryo stiffly withdrew his gaze.

Why do ganks even have exams?

"...I'll study with you this weekend."

"But I want to play music with you..."

Chapter Thirty-Three: Wandering Around with Liang Sang (4k)

Naruzawa Kaede and Yamada Ryo made a promise: for every hour they practiced the piano together, Naruzawa Kaede would accompany Yamada Ryo to review his lessons for a period of time.

Before he had finished his meal, Naruzawa Kaede received a call from Imagawa Sally.

"Maple-kun~ As a way of repaying you for your help, I sincerely invite you to watch our next performance at Circle. This time, you'll get to see our real skills! I'm not just good-looking, you know~"

Her voice conveyed the same enthusiasm and excitement as always.

Yamada Ryo, who was originally sitting across the table, snapped out of his slacking-off studying mode.

She turned her gaze away, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Who is this woman? She's so enthusiastic; doesn't she know how to be reserved?

Although she didn't say anything, the look she gave him probably conveyed the same meaning to Naruzawa Kaede.