Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

In this situation, when you play bass and guitar, you have no idea what you're playing.

"In this situation, trust your partner and trust your skills. After rehearsing, watch the playback and analyze the problems. In short, practice is to discover problems. If it's band support, you need to do your own instrument's job well while also taking into account teamwork... Because I used to be a drummer, I usually hit the drums hard and they wouldn't notice. But bass players need to be careful. You are the low-key part of the whole song, and most importantly, you can easily lower your own score if you're not careful... Honestly, everyone says bass isn't important, but if you play bass well, bands will fight over you."

"learn..."

The above is based on the experience of Iwashita Shima. According to her, Hiroi Kikusato specifically asked her to share her experience and resources.

"Although almost none of the dozen or so bands I played for back then are still active... Hey, I started doing this because you kept breaking the bass guitars in the store!"

"Wow, I've already paid back all that money."

"Don't use all your performance fees to manage loans... I won't say you'll quit drinking, but next time you should at least drink less..."

"But I can't keep going like that, Eliza, sob sob."

"Don't worry, Kiku, everything will be alright~"

SIXK HACK seems to repeat this routine every single day.

Of course, when they play, Kikuri Hiroi leans more towards magical realism, a style she calls psychedelic rock.

Although it was supposed to be a rehearsal, Kikuri Hiroi almost exceeded her usual standard.

This manifested in her covering her head as soon as she sat down.

Upon learning that they planned to participate in the unconfirmed Rilot, Naruzawa Kaede also relayed the news that Roselia intended to participate.

That popular girl band from Haneoka School...

Iwashita Shima frowned cautiously. Although they were young, they were indeed formidable rivals.

[That band has such cute standees! I have the whole set!] Shimizu Eliza smiled like a cat, already considering asking them for autographs during the competition.

As for Hiroi Kikuri? Let her sit aside for a while; she has a headache and needs to rest.

"Those things don't matter. My bass won't let you down, and the audience won't let me down!" Hiroi Kikuri, who was drunk, probably didn't even know what she was saying. After saying that, she covered her head and sat down again.

"But their fan club could drown us with a single spit from each of them," Iwashita Shima said seriously.

"I'm also a ROS fan, but I prefer Kiku's performance." Shimizu Eliza was as cheerful as ever.

But Roselia does have a lot of fans.

This is the difference in combat power caused by art style.

Hopefully, Hiroi Kikuri won't have an even bigger headache after waking up and receiving this news.

After Flot and the SICK HACK band talked, it was already night.

Even though she was already drunk, Hiroi Kikuri still wanted to drag him out for drinks, saying inappropriate things and making suggestive gestures towards the young man.

I simply refused to drink with her anymore. A little wine is pleasant, but excessive drinking is harmful to health.

Iwashita Shima would drive Hiroi Kikuri home.

Because Naruzawa Kaede was closer, she accidentally knocked him down to the ground floor of the apartment building.

Mingze Feng watched the car's taillights disappear at the end of the street, then turned around and saw a familiar figure downstairs at the apartment building.

Ah, it's her.

Mingze Feng wasn't surprised; after all, running into each other three times at the same convenience store was no coincidence. It meant the store was somewhere in their lives where their lives intersected.

The most likely explanation is that they all live in this area.

She stood there, still in her usual clothes, making one wonder if she felt cold.

Her light blue twin ponytails hung down her shoulders, resembling two blocks of solid ice in the winter night.

Two or three stars dotted the night sky, and the aging streetlights flickered and went out.

Shoko Toyokawa mustered her strength and gripped her phone tightly.

"You've come looking for me? You've found your way here?"

She cautiously crossed her arms.

[Emergency dialing should work... even though I'm out of credit... it should still be possible.]

Why did you end up with unpaid bills? It's a good thing for a girl to be vigilant on her own... but aren't you being a little too sensitive?

If I can figure this out, why don't you use your clever brain to think about it?

Oh, she is Toyokawa Shoko.

It's understandable that the sensitive Xiangzi couldn't figure it out...

As soon as Mingze Feng took a step, he heard the girl's voice.

"Don't come any closer!"

"Have you ever considered the possibility that I might also live here?"

Mingze Feng gestured for her to make way, then went up the stairs first.

Shoko Toyokawa frowned as she considered the possibility that Kaede Narusawa might actually live here. After much hesitation, she decided not to go up the shorter staircase.

The apartment building faces north and south, with a staircase on both the east and west sides.

She walked up from the other side.

After Narusawa Kaede went upstairs first, he didn't immediately enter the house. He admitted that there was an element of gambling involved, and when Toyokawa Shoko came up from another staircase, he won his bet.

How could such a slice-of-life romance not have classic storylines?

Living next door is just so old-fashioned.

[You still say you didn't follow me here?]

Head down.

Mingze Feng pushed open his door.

He winked at Miss Toyokawa Shoko, as if to say, "See, I told you so, but you didn't believe me."

But his smugness didn't last long before it froze on his face.

"Scumbag..."

I never expected this scumbag to live next door. First, he was shopping at a boutique with a blonde woman, then he was strolling through a shopping street with another girl... This kind of man is the second worst.

First, what should I do...? No, no, no, what do you know?

Mingze Feng was so stunned that he forgot to blink.

The following description is almost entirely Toyokawa Shoko's work diary: where to hand out flyers, where to mix Barbie teddy bears, her daily routine at the customer service company, and buying cheap bread in the shopping street...

They all bumped into each other... At some point, Toyokawa Shoko noticed him from behind, but he was focused on spending time with the people around him, sometimes Hoshika, and on weekends it was Yamada Ryo.

How do you know everything?!

Miss Toyokawa Shoko?

Customer service representative Xiao Xiang?

Miss Xiangzi!

You're working a little too wide a range of jobs!

Looking at the closed door in front of him, Mingze Feng narrowed his eyes with melancholy and looked up at the deep night sky.

What should I do? I need help online...

A bright, comet-like star streaked across the night sky, its light inexplicably twinkling.

Mingze Feng then saw the narrator beside him ["Go straight up and knock..."]

He frowned, sensing that this thing was acting up again, coming up with bad ideas.

Although he wanted to do that...

This is nothing like a typical romantic relationship.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The First Snow of Winter

The next day, as usual, no school, just listening to music and taking orders to earn money.

It was nearing evening when Flot was located inside the store.

"Eurasia Eurasia Eurasia Eurasia! Let's all get hyped!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh!"

Sick Hack was playing drums and piano on the Flot table. Although he was practicing a new song, Hiroi Kikuri's singing voice was as melodious as ever, just like her bass, and the guitars and drums of her two companions behind her.

What's fascinating is her wholehearted passion.

The music seemed to pull everyone into another world, a world without worries, filled with poetry, fine wine, distant places, and all the beauty of fantasy.

This may be the essence of psychedelic rock: a thousand people have a thousand Hamlets, and a thousand audience members have countless realms that fascinate them but are unattainable in reality.

Here, a small drink can last until dawn.

A good night's dream is a comfort to a weary mind after a long day.

If she hadn't collapsed on stage halfway through... well, she has a history of hitting customers... afterwards, Iwashita Shima had to apologize and pay compensation.

Mingze Feng wasn't drinking alcohol; he was recuperating and was drinking water.

Laymen watch the spectacle, experts judge the skill; this likely includes playing techniques, conveying emotion through music, and describing how a melody was imitated or adapted.

There were plenty of professionals commenting and criticizing from the audience, but so what?

Naruzawa Kaede wasn't exactly an expert; he just found Hiroi Kikuri's performance captivating.

Mingze Feng had no intention of staying there until dawn.

He came because of a band support role, a job that Hachiman Kairin had pushed onto him. After the support ended, he sat there with a glass of water, pondering for half an afternoon how to have the best of both worlds—everyone has their own wings.

He hasn't come up with any good ideas yet, but things will work themselves out. The reason he didn't go to Starry today is because Hongxia went there to help out, and he wasn't ready to run into her.

There is no way to have it all in this world; everyone is my wings.

Since ancient times, true feelings cannot be retained, but tricks can remain in people's hearts.

In addition, Kikuri Hiroi's band played a fantastic job.

Hahaha! Let's get hyped!

If Hiroi Kikuri is sober for ten hours a day, then five or six of those hours must be like this. Sometimes it really makes you wonder if you've fallen for the way she drinks, or if you've fallen for her when she's drunk.

Let's leave the stage to Kikuto Hiroi; that's where she can truly showcase her talents.

As Mingze Feng walked out of the Flot store, a damp chill rose from the top of his head, and he wrapped his scarf tighter around his neck.

I looked up and realized it was snow.

Under the deep night sky, patches of white dots, like scattered stars, fall.

Snowing.

The snow came exceptionally early this year, only in late November.

There were television reports by the roadside, and you could still see the current date in them.

November 20th, 7:32 PM.

It's snow...

This winter will be very cold.

Looks like we'll have to bring out the kotatsu before the New Year.

Pedestrians on the roadside were also moved; some stopped to cup their hands and look at the snowflakes, while others hurried on their way.

The vehicles on the road slowed down considerably, as if to allow the snow to fall a little longer.

On my way home, I took the tram for seven or eight stops. The road grew darker and darker, and the snow falling from the sky became lighter and lighter.

The orange and incandescent lights disappeared at some point.

The entire sky was a vast expanse of black, and the first snowfall had stopped. The rumbling sky offered no trace of stars; beneath the dark clouds lay pure blackness.

Mingze Feng shivered violently.

It's so cold today; the snow has lowered the temperature by at least five degrees. It's also damp, and the cold air seeps into your bones. Even my socks feel wet when I step on the ground.