Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Will Xingge kill me?

"You're overthinking it. I'll be the one kicking you to the curb in the end."

"Then I'll have to hold onto Xingge's feet tightly."

"..."

After looking left and right to make sure no one was watching them, Ichiji Hoshika lowered her voice and said, "Don't say such perverted things!"

"Hugging my legs?" Mingze Feng couldn't help but tease him again.

The girl's blush outweighed everything else.

It was both a blush and a shy expression.

"When you said that, were you just trying to comfort me or were you serious?"

Mingze Feng also lowered his voice, leaned close to her ear, pressed his cheek against Xingge's golden hair, and brought his earlobe close to hers.

"Looks like I'll be able to cling tightly to Xingge's leg then?"

"Are you asking for a beating?"

The heat on her neck made Ijichi Hoshika reflexively shrink back, and she glared at Narusawa Kaede with resentment.

The face of Mingze Feng on horseback loomed large in front of her.

Naruzawa Kaede once again reached for the strawberry-flavored memories.

Sometimes going out to have fun is that simple: find your way into your heart, then get on the bus, buy a ticket, or pay the fare difference.

More than that, as he unscrewed the bottled water and handed it to Iji Tomoka, Narusawa Kaede wondered whether Iji Tomoka's reaction would be more about her age or her social circle.

It's probably age.

There is indeed a fireworks display at the East Port of Tokyo tonight. Not only do you need tickets for the inner area, but it's also very crowded. It's almost dusk now, so if you go now, you might still be able to squeeze into a standing spot at the back.

Instead of choosing the readily available Tokyo Bay, Narusawa Kaede pulled Ijichi Hoshika towards the suburbs.

"Watching others set off fireworks is nothing compared to setting them off yourself."

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Chapter 49 SICKHACK's Invitation

The sky is bright.

In the early morning in Tokyo, the streets are quite bustling with pedestrians. There are bands that have been playing all night, people drinking all night long, and office workers finishing their shifts in the early hours of the morning.

Last night, after I sent a text message to Nijika Ichiji saying, "My sister has something to do outside and won't be coming home tonight," she crouched down in the passenger seat and said she wanted to go back to the city.

Mingze Feng then slowly started the car.

He drove steadily, neither too fast nor too slow. Ijichi Hoshika slept soundly, her gentle snores filling the air beside him, while Narusawa Kaede kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The pitch-black night constantly reveals the road ahead. In winter, it gets light very late. The cylindrical lights illuminate the ground, making it shimmer with white light. As you squeeze into Tokyo, the most obvious sign is the increase in three- to five-story buildings on both sides of the road.

What time is it? It's already past midnight, is it four or five o'clock?

Glancing at the rearview mirror, out of the corner of my eye I could see Ichika Hoshika curled up, her seatbelt fastened in front of her, her head drooping.

【zzz...zzz...】

She must be exhausted; she's fast asleep right now. Xingge is already very tired tonight, so it's best not to upset her further.

Ming Zefeng looked ahead, illuminated by the lights. Everyone knew he didn't drive fast; it had been two or three weeks already.

Today, a band asked him to help with rehearsals. He heard it was for the school's December festival, but that didn't matter. They quoted him 13,000 yuan per session, and he only needed to rehearse for three hours.

He lightly pressed the brake, and the headlights went out. Ming Zefeng looked at the tall buildings on his left.

Ijichi Hoshika's apartment.

Naruzawa Kaede hasn't gone up there yet. He only knows that Ijichi Hoshika and Ijichi Nijika live here together, so he won't take the initiative to go up.

Ichika Hoshika was still asleep. Naruzawa Kaede looked at her with her head drooping, and gradually moved closer to examine her sleeping appearance.

Ichiko's brow furrowed slightly; sleeping sitting here wouldn't be comfortable. Her lips parted, glistening slightly.

Mingze Feng shook her shoulder.

"Xingge, Xingge? We've arrived. Let's go home and sleep."

"...Hongxia is here, let's go somewhere else...back to the shop, the key is in my pocket."

Iji Tomohoshi's fans were confused, and Narusawa Kaede didn't object.

In the early morning, the streets were quiet, devoid of the daytime hustle and bustle. People walked peacefully on their own paths, not far apart from each other.

When the headlights came on again, the car drove away, passed through Higashi-Shinjuku, and stopped in Shimokitazawa.

Naruzawa Kaede used the key to open the door and rolled into the back lounge of the basement with Ijichi Hoshika.

During World War II, the environment became more comfortable, and the scenes became even more intense.

Next came the matter of food. The shop had some simple ingredients, and Ijichi Hoshika thought she should go and restock in the morning, but in the end, the two of them, who had stayed up all night, slept until noon.

The continuous artillery fire finally subsided.

Uninvited guests also knocked on Starry's door.

When the beeping bell rang, Ichika Hoshika still didn't want to get up. She kicked the clothes that were scattered around her legs next to Narusawa Kaede.

Mingze Feng dialed the number.

"Senior~"

【Fuck! 】

The speakerphone sound startled Ichiji Hoshika. She jumped up, slapped the light on the wall, winked at Naruzawa Kaede, and then held up a finger.

Don't speak yet.

She didn't want Mingze Feng to speak, but it made it seem like she herself couldn't speak anymore.

"Senior? That's strange... I must have topped up my phone credit, the call definitely went through... and it wasn't a voicemail..."

"Senior~ Senior~"

Mingze Feng pointed at the phone, then at Yiji Zhixingge.

"I'm not here!" Ichika hurriedly put on her clothes, but instead threw Naruzawa Kaede's clothes at him.

Hiroi Kikuri's voice continued, "Senpai~ Don't hide, I'm at the shop entrance—I'm not here to drink with you today."

"What did you say?"

"Ichishige asked in a drawn-out voice."

"Hey, can you get through to Brother Feng on the phone? I can't reach him!"

"..."

Ichiko fell silent, narrowed her eyes, and stared at her.

He had an expression that said, "You and she are definitely having an affair."

Mingze Feng pulled out his phone, which had been turned off and wasn't charging, and connected it to the charging cable.

The opened interface showed several missed text messages and calls, including those from Kikuri Hiroi and Eliza Shimizu... There were quite a few. Naruzawa Kaede didn't look at them closely before hearing the person on the phone continue talking.

"Senior~? Tell Brother Feng we're looking for him, and you can come find us at FLOT."

"...You guys? HSICKHACK?"

"Oh, right~" This time it was Eliza Shimizu's voice, "I want to play Butterfly with Maple-chan, and Kiku-ri agreed to sing it with me!"

"Isn't this too classic? It might be less competitive in a match."

“Cover songs are not included in our repertoire.”

The sound of a struggle came from the other end of the phone, followed by two headbutts.

Shima Iwashita got the phone: "Sorry to disturb your lunch break, senpai. Could you please come as a guest at SICKHACK? The entire SICKHACK team is practicing at FLOT..."

"Stop, stop, stop—" Ichiji Hoshika rubbed her temples, shook her head, and found the key words among a bunch of social jargon.

The three of them are participating in the unconfirmed RILOT event, and they want to bring Naruzawa Kaede along.

[Won't I be too old? No, Kiku can participate too, so I won't be too old... If that's the case, winning a prize in the competition would also benefit Kaede. Kaede also loves music, and if she wins a prize, the work and performance fees she gets will increase.]

As Ichi Hoshika thought this, she sat down in front of the dressing table in the lounge and saw her face in the mirror.

Mingze Feng stood behind her, picked up a comb from the table, and began to comb through her tangled hair and split ends from the night before.

So, Maple... what do you think...?

Naruzawa Kaede doesn't play music to become famous. Just like he saw, Hiroi Kikuri participates in competitions not to compete for rankings, but to win the prize money for first place.

Without external pressure, such a person will remain in their own world, enjoying temporary comfort. And there aren't many people or things that can pressure such a person; family is one, and marriage is another.

Therefore, having nothing means there is no external force that can oppress one, and one should be called an invincible person.

He was thinking a bit too far ahead... but from the bright eyes of Iji Tomoka, Naruzawa Kaede could see that Iji Tomoka was encouraging him to improve, or rather... to be more ambitious.

With her hair standing upright, Mingze Feng used his fingers to lift a few strands of hair, his fingers groping and caressing Ijichi Hoshika's scalp through the gaps in her hair.

Mingze Feng nodded.

"Hmm..." Ijichi Seika shrugged comfortably.

"Where are you now?" she asked.

"Nobody wants to go back? No, I happen to be in the shop. I'll tidy up and open the door for you."

Chapter 50 SICK HACK

There were no major setbacks in getting on the Sickhack tour.

Thanks to the full support of Ijichi Seika, the first rehearsal began at Starry.

Hirokiku was naturally the main reason for bringing Naruzawa Kaede into the team.

She grinned and pulled out her own bass, then started tuning it on stage.

Eliza Shimizu is a cheerful girl. Although they can't play Butterfly, they can play a lot of music together when they rehearse with Flot... so they can be considered a semi-anime band.

She happily frolicked with her guitar in her arms.

Shima Iwashita was happy that her band finally had a normal person, but she wasn't really happy either. She watched Narusawa Kaede and Hiroki Kiku exchanging glances and really wanted to go up and tell them that their seniors were still watching from below the stage... and that doing this in the band could easily cause a scene.

She set up the stand, adjusted the drumhead, and installed the bass drum. But when she got the drumsticks in her hand, she couldn't play it, and there wasn't a smile on her face.

No matter when, SICKHACK is the bass-driven key.

Kikuri Hiroi swung her battle-hardened bass with boundless passion and professional skill, the longboard in her hand scraping the strings, unexpectedly stirring the spirit within.

When that low, husky voice rang in my ears, it was no less enjoyable than listening to a top-tier ASMR recording on headphones late at night.

My bones felt like they were melting. Unlike the sage's time last night, this sound was like a storm, sweeping away all my troubles and worries.

It's like hearing celestial music, which temporarily clears the ears.

Naruzawa Kaede went off-beat. Not only him, but Shimizu Eliza and Iwashita Shima were also surprised by Hiroi Kikuri's performance at this moment. But they were obviously more used to Hiroi Kikuri's "unexpectedness".

Hiroi Kikuri sang a soothing song.

It was as if she was shouting in a hushed voice.

Naruzawa Kaede held a backing guitar. Shimizu Eliza quickly covered that part, then, keeping time with the rhythm, extended her hand to him in sync between the notes.

Naruzawa Kaede naturally accepted it back.

After adapting to Hiroi Kikuri's extraordinary performance, Narusawa Kaede also became extremely focused.

The rehearsal went better than expected... better than expected.

After singing "I Am the Only Ghost," Hiroki's face turned red.

Mingze Feng clearly hadn't seen her drink, but at this moment she seemed drunk, as if she had drunk herself with her singing.