Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Boiled water, mixed with honey, becomes honey water; mixed with tea leaves, it becomes tea. Speaking of which, for those with sensitive stomachs, soft rice is truly delicious.

"I brought two boxed lunches with me."

Yamada Ryo prepared the drinks, and Narusawa Kaede prepared the lunchbox in the morning and heated it up in the microwave when they passed by the store earlier.

So the two glasses of honey milk clinked together in the air, and the two of them picked up their bento boxes and took one bite after another.

Yamada Ryo sat in the chair, his expression one of utter tranquility.

[Waaaaah, Mom and Dad, did you see that? I've found someone to cook for me and buy me a bass guitar...]

Putting aside the cooking, half of the money in that bass dish was given to me by you, right?

Ming Zefeng thought about how he still had tens of thousands of yuan in savings and wondered if he should continue taking orders to make more money.

It's not just about making money; he's genuinely interested in it. Although someone once said that creators are like prostitutes—they can't only work when they're passionate—he's not a professional musician yet, is he?

Being able to develop one's hobbies and make a living from them... While it may not lead to great wealth, being able to continue pursuing one's interests is enough to make one happy.

Hiroi Kikuri felt this way, and Narusawa Kaede also experienced the joy of this life. This joy couldn't compare to that of Yan Hui, but it possessed a certain carefree, leisurely quality.

Speaking of Kikuri Hiroi, I wonder how she is doing now...

"Hey hello, is it chilly again today... sigh?"

Ichi Nijika remained in the position of pushing open the sliding door, her eyes fixed on the new person who had entered the room.

[Finally caught up with you... Naruzawa Kaede]

I don't know if that proposal submitted through the teacher was useful... but maybe you don't need it anymore...

Although I still...

Mingze Feng was stunned.

So... we really know each other? Was that anonymity your idea?

The next moment, Ichiji Niji Natsumi began her self-introduction.

"My name is Ijichi Nijika, let's form a band, Kaede-kun!"

"...You go with Liang Sang, I won't."

On the one hand, he has plans to support the band, which will likely keep him very busy, and it would be difficult for him to stay with a band permanently.

On the other hand... he was also afraid that no sooner had he joined than Hongxia would pull him in front of Yiji Zhixingka, point at him and say, "Sis, this is my classmate."

Ha, Ijichi Hoshika has such an explosive temper, she'll hit people.

No, I need to take things a step further with Xingge before that.

Yamada Ryo nodded: "If Kaede isn't going to join, then forget it."

Both refused.

This conversation reminded Ichi Nijika of the rooftop moment two weeks ago, but she was no longer the same person she used to be.

[Liang, I need your support!]

[Do it yourself]

You didn't say that last week!

"Ryo! Oh my god!" Ichiji Nijika slid all the way to Yamada Ryo's side. "Don't you guys think the bass and guitar need a drummer? I'm really good, you know, doo, doo doo, doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo~"

She seemed to be waving drumsticks in the air, expressing her skill through this gesture.

Yamada Ryo remained unmoved. She simply didn't want to form a band. Nijika's words were nice, but she'd also heard plenty of sweet talk from Narusawa Kaede lately.

"...How about this, Hongxia, how about we wait until next year?"

"I'll still be at school next year, and then we'll be classmates."

Narusawa Kaede recounted her previous ordeal and thanked the person who wrote the anonymous letter. Yamada Ryo was hearing about it for the first time, but she guessed who it was and understood why Narusawa Kaede was bringing it up here.

So she nodded in agreement to let Ichichi Nijika stay, and even gave her a copy of the club application form.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Feng Chuanxiangzi Remains Sensitive

[**Imperial** Literature**]

Inside the clubroom, things weren't quite the same as the "rich woman and gigolo's slutty life" that Ichiji Nijika had fantasized about.

Her fantasies were as yellow as her hair, and Mingze Feng watched without saying a word, treating it like reading erotic fiction.

Of course, this doesn't mean she's dirty-minded. It's just that she had that thought, and Mingze Feng happened to see it.

There are quite a few serious parts in Ijichi Nijika's narration, but not much important information...

Mingze Feng should just keep quiet and watch the porn.

After lunch, Yamada Ryo took out a set of test questions and casually said, "Let's learn together. You learn first and then teach me," pulling Naruzawa Kaede to her side.

Mingze Feng looked at the math problems on the test paper and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

A complex linear equation in two variables... well, it requires elimination. Look, I've solved it.

And what are auxiliary lines in plane geometry?

Please use a protractor!

How do you calculate the area of ​​a trapezoid...?

Mingze Feng frowned, his memory somewhat hazy.

"Bring me the textbook."

Learning it now is a good idea.

The textbook for the summer of Ichiji Nishiki arrives.

Are two academic underachievers really okay...? Well, including me, that makes three... But studying isn't necessarily a bad thing.

“Let’s go together,” she said.

after an hour.

Naruzawa Kaede shook his head; his mind was currently focused on Oda Nobunaga's words: "Life is but a dream, a fleeting illusion." Because the later parts of the story became increasingly fragmented.

Thanks to the exceptional memory he discovered during class that morning, he could memorize history and foreign languages ​​at a glance, and he could also grasp math by analogy, mainly because he recalled the 'earnest teachings' of his teachers in his previous life.

But perhaps his memory had improved, while his brain's processing power remained at a normal level, leaving him feeling dizzy and overwhelmed by his studies.

Ichi Nijika was the first to notice that something was wrong with him and was startled. Naruzawa Kaede then said that he was just a little sleepy.

It's the kind of drowsiness that comes from excessive mental exertion.

So after only one hour of study, around four o'clock, Yamada Ryo went to the back of the classroom, fiddled with something, and surprisingly, the sound of a piano symphony started playing.

She was fiddling with the stylus, putting the vinyl record into the record player.

Then she sat back down and continued doing her homework.

If you want to go to the third year of junior high school with Naruzawa Kaede, not only does he need to repeat a year, but Yamada Ryo also needs to not repeat a year.

This could be considered a unique form of mutual attraction.

she thought.

The black and white piano keys resonated with crisp echoes, and the melody of "Flower Dance" gradually rose, like the fluttering skirt of a girl dancing.

So beautiful!

Ichika Nijika sighed. She was surprised that she had brought this thing to school. She sat with Yamada Ryo, quietly chatting about various topics. Yamada Ryo was rather silent, occasionally humming in response to a question that Ichika wanted to answer.

And then there's the latest storyline in a romance manga...

Surprisingly, Yamada Ryo's audience for romance manga is... perhaps...

Their voices were very soft and pleasant to listen to, with a distinctive and melodious tone that was easily recognizable in games and anime.

They seem to have a very good relationship.

Naruzawa Kaede guessed it was related to the day Ichichi Nijika stayed overnight at Yamada Ryo's house. The two of them already knew each other, and perhaps this time Ichichi Nijika gained Yamada Ryo's approval, or perhaps she simply clicked with Yamada Ryo's personality.

This time, perhaps it was the persistent tactic that worked, and she got her wish and formed a band with him.

Yamada Ryo showed considerable tolerance towards Ijichi Nijika.

In this respect, Nijika Ijichi is the same.

"Liang, was that on the rooftop really your first meeting with Mingze?"

"Um..."

"Then you're making rapid progress."

Yamada Ryo put down his pen.

"It's alright, it's not too fast."

"Oh, I see... That's great."

Yamada Ryo nodded and continued writing.

Nijika Ijichi then asked, "Should we bring the taiko drum over too? We could be playing in a band together then..."

Yamada Ryo: "Are you trying to get complaints from everyone upstairs and downstairs...?"

"I have a great place!" Ichiji Nijika readily offered to book all the subsequent events, and needless to say, it was...

【Starry】

Mingze Feng hesitated to sit down.

"Um, you two, I've rested enough." He said, picking up the bass guitar that was sitting in the corner.

"Hey, I'm going to set up a band to fill in. See you next time?"

Does this mean we won't see each other next time...that is, this week?

Yamada Ryo nodded. "See you later."

Ichiji Nijika stood up and waved her arms, "See you tomorrow~"

It's good that I can stay here. I hope you'll all be happy...

If we were to piece together the clues from the past, we might be able to piece together a story about a young girl secretly harboring feelings for her crush and quietly helping him. Unfortunately, in the latter half of the story, her crush is snatched away.

Are you still offering blessings at this time...?

Naruzawa Kaede waved goodbye to this optimistic and kind angel.

......

Angels...

Naruzawa Kaede traveled by car from Shimokitazawa to Shinjuku, then took the train northeast for about a kilometer before finally seeing the Flot sign.

The last time he came here, he stepped on the foot of a drunk woman, but this time there was no drunk woman lying at the entrance of the shop.

“Hello…” Naruzawa Kaede dialed Hiroi Kikuri’s number, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the back-and-forth drumming sound.

After a while, the other end of the phone suddenly went quiet, and then came Hiroi Kikuri's hearty laughter.

Correspondingly, being cheerful means she is at least slightly tipsy.

"Little Feng, just come in. I'll introduce you to my friends; they're all really amazing, ugh..."

"That's enough..." "Xiao Ju, don't pounce on me! I just threw up, I'm so dirty. Here, wipe your mouth and have some water~"

One voice was calm, the other playful.

Then a calm voice took the microphone, "Feng-san, Kiku-ri heard that you've been taking on band support work lately. We asked you to come and watch our performance rehearsal, hoping it will be helpful to you."

Following the signs, he walked into the training room and met his teammates, Hiroki and Kiku.

Eliza Shimizu is a lovely British girl who loves painting (judging from the narration, she's an anime/manga enthusiast). She's nineteen years old and plays guitar. Shima Iwashita is in the same grade as Kikuri Hiroi, has a stable job, and is the drummer... She's the classic pressure-bearer in the band, often shouldering everything alone.

For example, the aftermath of Kikusato Hiroi's disruptive behavior...

Upon entering a proper rehearsal room for the first time, Naruzawa Kaede's biggest feeling was...

The drummer was working so hard.

It's not that the drummer is really crazy or stressed; it's just that when the drums are playing, you can't tell whether the drumsticks are hitting the drum's eardrum or your eardrum.