Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

"Are you going to throw blankets at people's heads while hanging them out to dry?!"

Shoko Toyokawa gritted her teeth, "You bastard, you have eyes but you don't use them, you should donate them to people who need them!"

Mingze Feng sat down on the ground, about a meter away from her. Then he picked up the noodles he had prepared earlier and began to eat them quietly.

"..." Receiving no response, Toyokawa Shoko, who was not an aggressive person to begin with, also remained silent.

The sound of the people around her slurping noodles was particularly irritating to her.

The empty corridor became noisy because of Narusawa Kaede slurping noodles, and Toyokawa Shoko hated the noise.

The hot breath hit his face, and Mingze Feng couldn't help but squint.

You can still hear Toyokawa Shoko's suppressed questioning, but eating noodles is the priority.

Mingze Feng swallowed a few mouthfuls of instant noodles and soup. The soup was still too hot to drink, so Mingze Feng breathed on it, the white steam rising from it being particularly clear in the dim night.

The cold air poured into his mouth reduced the burning sensation from the heat in his esophagus and calmed Mingze Feng down considerably.

Looking up, Toyokawa Shoko stood there with a cold expression.

Toyokawa Shoko blocked half of the moonlight, making the sky clearer, and revealing large patches of lingering dark clouds.

Mingze Feng sighed, "Miss Xiangzi is really rude."

Toyokawa Shoko: “???”

【Isn't that what I just said to you?】

[Don't you have even the slightest sense of social distance? And aren't you the most impolite one?]

It seems that Miss Xiangzi will not accept either instant noodles or a quilt.

There might be better words to say when delivering things, but Mingze Feng just wanted her to stop suffering from hunger here.

You can't get into the house, huh...?

Mingze Feng put down his clothes and stood up. He was considerably taller than Fengchuan Xiangzi. This changed Xiangzi's gaze from her previous superior position to one of looking up at him with a fierce yet adorable, defiant look.

Naruzawa Kaede really wanted to pinch her cheek with a smile, but that might scare Toyokawa Shoko even more.

Toyokawa Shoko was already backing away with her arms crossed, her back against the wall, her toes pointing towards the other side of the stairwell. The visual pressure from her height and size made her unwilling to confront him head-on.

Of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, the best is to flee; it seems that Toyokawa Shoko has grasped the essence of military strategy.

Mingze Feng didn't provoke her any further, but instead took a few steps closer to her door.

Mingze Feng asked, "Didn't I just introduce myself? You've only been talking about this guy and that guy. We've already dealt with each other a few times."

Toyokawa Shoko remained expressionless: "Heh..."

"Since that's the case... let me just say this, Miss Xiangzi... I mean, if I open the door for you, you can't call the police, okay?"

Ming Zefeng pressed his palm, and his wrist made a cracking sound.

【What's the meaning】

Just as Toyokawa Shoko was beginning to have doubts, she saw Narusawa Kaede start... kicking the door.

Ming Zefeng kicked the edge of the door lock. He could feel the door vibrate and shake violently, which showed that the door could definitely be kicked open.

If it doesn't work the first time, you have to try several times.

Toyokawa Shoko even saw that there was actually a dent in her door. Her face froze for a moment, and in that instant, the words "compensation for damages" written on the rental contract popped into her mind.

Toyokawa Shoko's eyes widened in an instant, and she rushed over in a panic, tightly hugging Naruzawa Kaede's waist.

Naruzawa Kaede was still ramming against the door when Toyokawa Shoko, whose legs had gone weak from her earlier exertion, stumbled and fell, her knees touching the floor, ending up in a kneeling position. From a distance, she looked like a girl trying to stop a man from leaving.

But at this moment, Toyokawa Shoko didn't have time to care about her image; she just knelt there and held onto Narusawa Kaede's waist tightly.

"I really don't want this one! It's my door! I don't want it, but this is absolutely unacceptable!"

Naruzawa Kaede mimicked the motion of untying his belt, trying to pry open her small hands bound around his waist. Toyokawa Shoko's arms were smooth, and her palms were cold; when Naruzawa Kaede touched them, it felt like touching a block of ice.

How long had Toyokawa Shoko been outside? Two hours? Three hours? Did she suddenly collapse because she had been sitting there for too long? If I don't come back tonight, will Toyokawa Shoko really have to wait until dawn? Will she have a fever tomorrow and tough it out because she doesn't want to buy medicine?

Ming Zefeng stretched his shoulders back and moved his arms. He gritted his teeth and said, "At this point, don't worry about these things! I offered you a blanket, but you didn't want it. I told you to come inside, but you wouldn't. Tonight, I'm going to make sure you go home."

"This is my rented apartment! Stop!"

"We'll fix the door tomorrow. I refuse to believe we can't open it today!"

"Are you out of your mind?! What's it to you if I'm squatting here?! If you don't like me, I'll leave. Don't take it out on us, or I'll have to pay for it!"

"Paying compensation is no problem, I'll pay the bill. Just let go, I don't believe I can't open this door."

"You're the one who can't understand human language! I've already told you I don't need you anymore!"

"Get off me." Mingze Feng finally managed to pry open Toyokawa Shoko's fingers and shake off Toyokawa Shoko's arm, so he could finally devote himself to the great task of breaking down the door.

He focused his energy in his dantian, lowered his center of gravity, leaned his left shoulder forward, and unified his mind and spirit.

boom--

After repeated impacts, the door finally opened, with the spring flying through the air, metal parts scattered on the floor, and plastic bags and old bottles piled up in the narrow space at the doorway.

The room was filled with the sound of loud snoring, but even this noise couldn't wake Toyokawa Shoko's alcoholic father.

Toyokawa Shoko's mouth dropped open.

She had forgotten how to breathe.

Along with the burning sensation in my lungs, a feeling of suffocation welled up inside me.

It was as if Mingze Feng had not just smashed open her bedroom door, but had torn a tattered veil of shame from her heart.

A bloodstained fig leaf.

Ah. Is that so?

[The concern about compensation was just a pretext; the real reason, the reason she was willing to disregard her image to stop him, was probably that she didn't want this scene to be exposed.]

[It wouldn't be a problem if we didn't go inside, since there's no thick blanket to cover us. Sleeping on the bed is worse than squatting outside to sleep.]

[Toyokawa Shoko's secret, which she didn't want anyone to see, has been exposed today.]

So...don't look...it's inside...

why...

Why is this happening...? Why do we have to see this scene?

Why break down the door like that?

"Why"

To be seen like this by others.

It's more painful than being seen naked by others, more painful than being insulted, and more painful than facing bizarre requests and rude customers on the other end of the phone.

"Why"

Toyokawa Shoko felt that the world before her eyes was becoming blurry and unreal.

She lay on the ground, her shoulders heaving, sobbing silently.

Her long, light blue hair fell down, concealing the tears that fell to the ground, but it couldn't hide the words dancing around her.

Phoenix Rebirth 3 → ? (To be unlocked): You've sealed your heart, yet you insist on violently breaking down the door. Character history has been significantly altered and needs correction.

Mission Reward: ? (To be unlocked)

Narusawa Kaede pulled the blanket over Toyokawa Shoko's shoulders. He didn't leave, but instead stretched out his arm to press the blanket down on Toyokawa Shoko's shoulders.

He didn't say anything, just kept the blanket covering Toyokawa Shoko. His arms were outside the blanket, hugging Toyokawa Shoko's back.

Shoko Toyokawa felt the strong arm on her back. She pressed her forehead to the ground, silently letting tears roll down her cheeks. Until the trembling in her shoulders gradually subsided.

"You fucking..." Toyokawa Shoko's hoarse voice rang out, "You fucking are definitely sick, fucking seriously sick!"

It was the first time I'd ever sworn at something like that, but it felt surprisingly easy.

"Hmm...who knows if I'm sick or not," Mingze Feng asked. "Aren't you going inside?"

Despite saying that, he showed no intention of loosening his embrace.

Shoko Toyokawa probably wanted to cry alone.

But Mingze Feng still held her and quietly stayed with her.

I don't know what shampoo Toyokawa Shoko uses, but her hair is soft. Her hair feels cool and sticks to her face, making it itchy.

Perhaps it was because I had been squatting there for so long that the smell of cigarette smoke that I had picked up in the office had dissipated to the last wisp.

The sound of Narumawa Kaede gently sniffing her ear did not escape Toyokawa Shoko's notice. In fact, at such close range, it was difficult for either of them to miss the other's subtle movements.

Toyokawa Shoko didn't struggle, partly because she was powerless, and partly because she was so angry that she laughed.

Toyokawa Shoko was so angry she just wanted to curse.

But no matter how much Toyokawa Shoko rambled on, all she could manage to say were those two words.

Toyokawa Shoko had a lot on her mind, but when it all came together, it boiled down to one sentence:

"You fucking idiot, you're seriously ill!"

I'm really, really sick.

But this is what Naruzawa Kaede saw.

"Say what you will." Mingze Feng stood up, took two steps back, and as Toyokawa Shoko sat up, he continued, "I broke the door, I'll pay for it."

"By the way, could you please wash my sheets for me, Miss Xiangzi? I'm a bit of a germaphobe, and they're covered in dust. I'll leave the sheets to you tonight."

[Does someone with OCD sit directly on the floor? Or are they so obsessive-compulsive that they can't see oil stains on their clothes?]

Ming Zefeng frowned and looked down at his clothes, which had several yellow dots on them.

Oh no, I shouldn't have worn white out.

"...Hmm." At the same time, a faint voice came from Toyokawa Shoko.

Naruzawa Kaede raised his eyes and met Toyokawa Shoko's bloodshot eyes.

As Toyokawa Shoko thought this, she sat up, draped the blanket over her, revealing half of her shoulder, which was still covered by the white shoulder sleeve.

Naruzawa Kaede squatted down again and wrapped the blanket tightly around Toyokawa Shoko.

Toyokawa Shoko's eyes were still red and swollen from crying. Naruzawa Kaede glanced at them a few more times, then brushed her gaze away.

I actually thought this "central air conditioner" (a term used to describe someone who is overly concerned with others) actually cared about people... No, that's not right. Perhaps it's precisely because he treats people this way that he has a girl every day.

[Treats everyone like this, huh... I'm sorry you took a liking to me because I'm cute, but I really can't bring myself to like someone like that.]

Why speak such blunt truths? Mingze Feng felt that he valued personal character more than looks, but he had no time to argue with Toyokawa Shoko about it.

"Oh, right. I still have half a pack of instant noodles left, could you help me finish it?"

Shoko Toyokawa looked at the instant noodles that were handed to her again, and she raised her hand.

Fingers traced the rough texture of the back of the hand, the cool fingertips transferring body heat between the warm palms, but they separated immediately after handing over the instant noodles.

There was no unnecessary beauty, nor even a moment's pause.

It's as natural as addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

"Forget about the lock money." Toyokawa Shoko held her instant noodles, the residual heat soothing her knuckles and making her feel incredibly comfortable.

“I’ll take care of the lock,” Toyokawa Shoko said.

That's enough... There's no need to send me any more money.

"No, no, no, I broke the door lock, so I should be the one to pay for it."

“I said no need,” Toyokawa Shoko said earnestly. “I’m already very grateful for tonight’s help. If you still need money for the lock, please take the bedding back with you. I won’t wash it.”

Mingze Feng didn't insist. "Then let's leave it like this? Eat the instant noodles while they're hot. If you need more, come to my place for hot water."

No, you're a good person, but going next door still makes me feel threatened about my chastity.

Toyokawa Shoko nodded. "Although I won't go, I understand... Thank you."

Mingze Feng's footsteps gradually led him into the next room, where he quietly observed the movements.

Toyokawa Shoko held the instant noodles in her arms, lost in thought.

She only snapped back to reality when another tear fell, raising a hand to touch her face. Her palm was much warmer than her cheek. She sniffled and buried her head in her hands.