Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Forget it, forget it, it's bad for your health.

"Can't you just speak properly? Why use so many exclamation marks? Even if you say that, I don't know what dreams I still have... Everyone just lives one day at a time..."

The text suddenly changed.

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

[To be claimed: 100,000 yen Dream Start-up Fund]

Mingze Feng's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Standing here at this moment is a veteran of ten years of battlefield experience, who has conquered countless civilizations, the strongest cowboy in the West, the king of Night City, the ruler of the Borderlands and the Stars, the inheritor of the Primordial Flame, the one who ended the Age of Gods, the one who made the Leap of Faith at the highest point of the Odyssey in Paris and London, and the one who beat Yang Jian and kicked the Four Heavenly Kings in Meishan!

"If you had written it like this earlier, it would have been fine. I'm going now. By the way, which building's rooftop?"

[You bastard, this is the only one!]

An unknown nobody, or a world-renowned figure—you have to choose one.

It's upstairs, on the rooftop. Go there.

……

In the winter month, the chill seeped into my fingertips, and my breath turned into visible white, swirling and dissipating around my face.

The breeze was biting, making his cheeks burn.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, gazing into the distance, he thoroughly enjoyed the solitude and decided to come here often in the future.

There are no tall buildings around, but as far as the eye can see, there are rows of buildings, ranging from two to five stories, arranged and folded, forming a twisted circuit that is hard to understand.

This wasn't his first time on the rooftop. Some construction sites, in order to meet deadlines at night, hire trustworthy people. They work quietly outside of the official working hours, with daily pay and higher wages. A quick worker can easily earn twenty or thirty thousand yen working five or six hours a night.

Following the memory of this job, Naruzawa Kaede suddenly remembered that he also had property tax to pay, 6000 yen per square meter per year. For his cramped 47-square-meter apartment, that's 270,000 yen a year. He had previously been paying the tax in installments in June, September, December, and February of the following year.

He was doing this job the night before he died. Before that, he had paid his taxes for the year in full.

"This is... way too much."

Even if nothing had happened that night, he would have ruined himself sooner or later.

Mingze Feng squinted, still able to recall that day when he took the early morning tram home, leaning back in his seat despite the soreness in his arms, his stomach churning. The piano music playing on the tram was soothing, like his mother's hand stroking his back, and the memory still touched him deeply.

That piece of music was something he had heard through the window before his mother passed away, before he moved house. It was a piece that the neighbor's daughter had played on her guitar one day after practicing it day after day.

He has remembered it to this day.

"Hey, don't just stand there like that..." A very calm voice came from behind, "You're really bothering me."

He had short, dark blue hair, wore a junior high school uniform, and carried a large black musical instrument case on his back.

Her bangs were a little long, covering one eye. Her exposed golden eyes gazed calmly in this direction.

Mingze Feng felt that the other person's gaze was more like that of looking at the sky behind him than at him.

Yamada Ryo continued, "You're bothering me. If you're not in a hurry, let's go somewhere else."

Her concise manner makes one wonder if she's simply not good with words, or just the type who doesn't talk much.

But Naruzawa Kaede can see more.

【This is so annoying! Why did this have to happen when I came to the rooftop to relax? Is it school bullying or parental neglect? What should I do?】

Indeed, every person who speaks little has an exceptionally rich inner life.

as well as,

[Anyway, let's catch him first, then... calling the police might not work... so annoying... what should I do... Greek milk, oh my god...]

While others might only say a sentence or two, she proceeds with a long, detailed explanation.

Mingze Feng forcefully suppressed the rising thought of 'talking about her parents and then jumping off to make her regret it for the rest of her life'.

The answer I chose was reassuring.

He said, "I'm here to relax, that's all."

Chapter Four: A predictable opening and a disastrous performance... but not really.

Yamada Ryo looked over expressionlessly.

[Interesting: This is truly a unique way to relax]

The prompt is weird.

It's a bit unethical to tease such a kind girl like this, but I have to ask you to put up with this for now in order to confirm the clues. I'll treat you to a meal later as a way of repaying you!

"...My mother has passed away."

As Naruzawa Kaede spoke, he observed Yamada Ryo's reaction.

She hadn't shown any expression just now, but now she raised her eyebrows.

[Reassured → Nervous: Did I remind you of anything?]

"That was two years ago... my father was still alive."

"Oh."

Yamada Ryo nodded.

[A loving father's story... I can already picture the scenes of him raising his children with great care and affection...]

The prompts have disappeared again? Is it because I'm not interested, or because my emotions aren't strong enough?

Yamada Ryo's expressionless face resembled that of a delicate doll. But her eyes were sharp, filled with a uniquely her own gaze.

Ming Zefeng decided to take drastic measures. He sighed, "That person ran away... I've been working alone all this time, and I can't even afford the utilities, property taxes, or next semester's tuition. I'm going to be expelled... I don't know..."

Mingze Feng lowered his eyes and carefully examined the changes in the prompt words.

[Panic: We have to pull him down, and if we let him keep recalling what he didn't intend to do, he'll jump even if he doesn't.]

It has been confirmed that the appearance of the cue words is related to the magnitude of emotional fluctuations.

However, in that instant, Yamada Ryo rushed over without warning.

[Firmness: Stop him]

They wanted to grab him off the edge of the platform.

As Naruzawa Kaede watched Yamada Ryo close the distance between them in an instant, she leaped up and jumped toward him.

That said, you know I was on the rooftop. Were you really trying to save someone, or did you just hit them?

If we just crashed into each other like that, the inertia would pull us both down. The scenario of one hand grabbing you and the other gripping the wall is something this frail body can't handle. A drop of tens of meters—not even a complete head would be left. Given how news spreads on the internet these days, we'd probably end up appearing on various platforms as a double suicide pact.

Fortunately, none of this has happened yet.

Before anything happens, the best thing to do is to keep her on the rooftop.

His back slammed into the ground without any resistance, and he heard the clattering sound from the bass box behind him. For the first time, a flicker of emotion appeared in Yamada Ryo's eyes.

"Ah, Bei..."

It would be terrible if it broke!

In her haste to get up, she bumped her head directly into Mingze Feng's, and a sharp pain shot through her forehead.

Her dark blue short hair parted to the sides, revealing her delicate features. Subconsciously, Naruzawa Kaede thought of Toyokawa Shoko, whom he had seen last night.

The people in this world were more beautiful than he had expected, and the two people he met seemed to be the darlings of the world. In front of them, everyone else became faceless NPCs.

The fair skin, which seemed to rarely see the sun, now flushed a rosy red as if it were deprived of oxygen.

That's because they're so close, their breaths can even touch each other's cheeks.

Should you lift your left or right leg when kicking your waist?

Ryo Yamada is thinking about this.

Feeling the warmth of the breath on her cheek, a surge of anger and embarrassment rose within her. Her golden eyes hardened, and she glared fiercely, "Get up..."

Mingze Feng hurriedly stood up before she could speak.

Just as Yamada Ryo was about to get up, she saw the other person squatting next to her bass tape.

"I'm sorry, I'll take full responsibility for the damage and reimburse you for the repair costs."

"Do not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mingze Feng had already stood up, holding her bass guitar.

Once again silenced, Yamada Ryo suddenly didn't want to get up.

She lay on the ground looking up at the sky, her eyes glancing at the movement of her bass guitar.

The four strings danced with his fingertips.

There's nothing wrong with the pitch.

Indeed, she just left the group. Even with a strong mentality like hers, she wouldn't stay in the club to relax before coming to the rooftop to clear her head.

Looking back now, she should have done that. Not only would it have saved her the trouble of going up to the rooftop, but it would have also been very satisfying, giving her past band self a proper funeral.

The funeral was cool, and rock and roll.

To be honest, now I feel that clubs and bands, after trying them once, are just the same old things.

This dull world should have died long ago. Everything is just as it was before, lying down, sitting, and moving, utterly devoid of life.

In Yamada Ryo's eyes, the gray sky and the boring club were the same thing.

"Try playing it, how is it?"

Yamada Ryo noticed that he seemed quite interested.

[Interesting guy]

Ming Zefeng withdrew his gaze and nodded, saying, "Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Yamada Ryo didn't have any expectations; she just suddenly felt the world was empty and wanted to hear some noise.

But when the steady melody began, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, turn her head, and watch the trembling of her bass strings.

Her face gradually turned pale.

Her fingering was off, her rhythm was off, and she kept making wrong notes... To be honest, she regretted it. She could almost hear the bass crying out for her abandonment.

Yamada Ryo immediately stood up, ready to launch a swift and fierce battle to reclaim her mournful bass. But just as she was about to interrupt this absurd situation, she discovered something even more absurd.

Something's not right...this feeling...it's number 2.

At first, she didn't recognize it, but as the sound slid to an unusually familiar melody, it was Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major.

Can't go wrong.

This feeling......

Can't go wrong.

Naruzawa Kaede used the excuse of checking the bass to unleash the melody that had been echoing in his chest. Although he couldn't remember the score and could only play from memory, he played with unbridled joy and pure exhilaration.

Mingze Feng put down his bass guitar. "It looks fine. Do you want to check it again?"

"Play one more song," Yamada Ryo said when the other remained silent. "A nocturne will do, one more time. I won't ask for compensation."

The arrangement is weird, but I want to hear it. It's weirdly nice. Can you play another one? But it's so weird. What's wrong? It's obviously super weird!

Do you think it sounds good?

No one can resist flattery, especially when a beautiful young girl is looking at you with expectant eyes.

"Is this piece called 'Nocturne'?" Mingze Feng asked, picking up his bass again.

Yamada Ryo crossed his arms and became extremely alert.

This time, the melody was different from the previous one, as if it were an improvisation following the trajectory of the composition. The tune was much lighter, the mistakes were even more outrageous than before, the tempo had sped up, and the fast-paced legato made Yamada Ryo feel inexplicably... cheerful.

It's like... it's like...

The sound is so evocative; emotions are weaving through the strings. This guy is a genius.

Before the song had even finished, the narrow door to the rooftop was violently smashed open with a bang.

"That's awesome, that's awesome! I'm telling you, let's form a band together!"