Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Speaking of which, I'd like to add a couple more points. For example, the initial idea for this book was to directly insert the beginning of Mygo, or to discuss several ideas about Mujica's future team failure.

But this is already long enough for my launch message.

Goodnight everybody.

A message left by Louis's cat.

Oh, by the way, please consider a tip for first-time subscriptions, just to give me a bite to eat. I haven't eaten yet today, sigh...

Chapter 53 Toyokawa Shoko: Your father, listen to me, your father

Naruzawa Kaede watched the car taillights disappear, his phone still displaying a message from Yamada Ryo.

"It's okay, I'll come tomorrow... alright, Mother's coming... I'll come see you the day after tomorrow."

Ming Zefeng called and asked with a smile, "How about I go over there tomorrow?"

"...No, absolutely not. They'll both be chanting in my ear, 'No, absolutely not!'"

Ryo Yamada rambled on and on, recounting all the unreliable things her parents had done in the past.

After teasing Yamada Ryo, Naruzawa Kaede hung up the phone as he went upstairs. He glanced at the time; it was a little past six, close to evening. Naruzawa Kaede was a bit hungry. It seemed that Yamada's father still had quite a few complaints about him, not even giving him a chance to eat.

In fact, the relationship between Narusawa Kaede and Yamada Ryo is quite innocent.

They would play music together, watch movies, eat together, and occasionally glance at each other's sleeping faces. Their most intimate contact was holding hands. Another thing was that Yamada Ryo would tie a scarf around Narusawa Kaede's neck, and Narusawa Kaede would cover Yamada Ryo's ears to keep her warm.

Simply put, she was wearing a warm, cozy cotton-padded jacket, exuding the sweetness of a young girl and the ambiguity of youth.

But surely all this shouldn't make Yamada's father turn around and stab him twice... right?

As a man, Naruzawa Kaede could understand Yamada's father quite well.

With that thought in mind, Mingze Feng finally climbed up the stairwell of the apartment building.

He let out a long sigh and stopped at the corner of the stairwell and corridor. There was an unfamiliar figure in the corridor, and Mingze Feng couldn't help but squint.

A middle-aged, disheveled man lay sprawled, his clothes crumpled, a liquor bottle lying beside him. He was facing his front door, but considering he was lying down, he must have initially sat down where...

The entrance to Toyokawa Shoko's rented room.

As he got closer, Narusawa Kaede confirmed the other person's identity and guessed it at the same time: Toyokawa Shoko's father. As for the narrator's description—a drunkard, all nonsense—it was all incoherent.

Mr. Xiang... Mingze Feng wanted to beat him up. Toyokawa Shoko was only fifteen years old. Fifteen years old! What made this teenage girl develop such a strong sense of class?

If Naruzawa Kaede's own father were to return, he would definitely initiate a samurai duel first, letting the people of this world experience the fighting genes of this alien Celestial Empire.

Mingze Feng glanced at the lock on the door next door; it was brand new, a replacement lock. There were two footprints on the door panel, very fresh, a stark contrast to the clean door panel, making them particularly conspicuous.

It's obviously not Mingze Feng who kicked it the day before yesterday. So... it was the other person who kicked it? Did you go out to find drinks today and come back to find your key won't open the door?

Mingze Feng understood everything. Changing the locks but not leaving the key, Xiao Xiang is quite petty.

Ming Zefeng suddenly had an idea: he would beat up Xiang's father and use the money to compensate Xiangzi for the medical expenses.

"What are you looking at!"

The other person's tone was very aggressive, and Ming Zefeng was even more taken aback when faced with such a tone. So, pretending not to understand, he said, "It's quite cold outside. I wonder why you're here in the northwest wind."

Whether it was the northwest wind or not, Ming Zefeng didn't know, nor did he expect a drunkard to give any reaction.

But this drunkard's reaction was really a bit too much.

Mingze Feng only heard the rustling wind behind him, and subconsciously turned around to observe and dodge.

It starts at zero frames and cannot be dodged.

A sharp pain shot through his forehead, and Ming Zefeng gritted his teeth, taking two steps back. He gasped, his hand covering his head slightly opening, revealing tiny specks of red on his fingers.

Through his fingers, Mingze Feng could see the beer bottle in Xiang's father's hand. Whether the bottle was of good quality or not, it hadn't broken.

The parent was still roaring, "How do you have a key to my house!"

"My grass?"

Mingze Feng was amused by his words. "Fine, fine, so you want to play like this?"

He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Old Deng, I was just looking for a reason to beat you up!"

"Get lost!" the man yelled. "Don't let me see you in this area again!"

"You've gotten addicted to cursing?"

Ming Zefeng spat out a mouthful of saliva, ignoring the injury on his head, and stretched his shoulders back, moving his arms, "Old Deng, let's have a go!"

The drunkard swayed unsteadily, raised his hands slowly, and walked with weak steps. He raised the bottle above his head as if to repeat his old trick.

Mingze Feng raised his hand and firmly caught the falling arm.

The drunkard was clearly still dazed, his expression glazed over. He struggled twice but couldn't break free, so he threw the bottle upside down.

This time the force wasn't great; it didn't hurt as much as the previous blow.

But it's very grassy.

Ming Zefeng clenched his left fist and delivered a hooking blow to the man's abdomen. The drunkard hunched over, retching and vomiting a bunch of stuff, which seemed to sober him up a bit. However, the two not only got heated but also fought like thugs, exchanging punches and kicks.

Ming Zefeng, relying on his youthful body, had the upper hand. When he stood up, there was still a patch of blood on his forehead, which had already dried.

The crowd that had been drawn by the commotion was startled. Someone called the police, and as the sirens blared and the police drew closer, they pulled the two people away together.

*

She was at work when she received the call from the Fengchuan Xiangzi Street Police Station.

During working hours, making or receiving phone calls is generally not allowed.

Her phone was switched off and couldn't be reached. So the call went directly to her boss.

When Toyokawa Shoko received the call from the police station, she sensed that her boss was looking at her with rejection and disgust, and that everyone was telling her to submit her resignation.

Toyokawa Shoko responded coldly, starting to think about how long she could get paid for working more than twenty days this month.

Unless this phone call was some kind of recognition or commendation, she probably doesn't feel accepted by this environment...

Shoko Toyokawa didn't have time to think things through; she had to answer the phone first.

Police said a fight broke out in front of her house; her father got into a fight with a minor because he thought the minor was opening his door.

Toyokawa Shoko pursed her lips.

[You could beat yourself up and go to jail for a few days, but beating a minor? Are you crazy? I wonder how much compensation they'll demand; I can only hope the injury isn't too serious...]

Toyokawa Shoko admitted that dark and inappropriate thoughts had flashed through her mind, which could be summed up in just two words: "Damn it."

Two things happening at once are simply overwhelming.

Thinking about the amount of compensation she would have to pay later, Toyokawa Shoko gripped her phone tightly. She went to the bank and withdrew all her money—a little over 100,000 yen, not much, but better than nothing.

Toyokawa Shoko had an urge to just leave her father there, but she went anyway, to the police station.

Shoko Toyokawa clutched the plastic bag tightly in her hand as she entered the office under the guidance of the police officer.

She froze as she entered the room, her breathing becoming labored. Her vision went black, and her body swayed slightly.

Besides the silent father and the talkative police officer, there was another familiar figure in the office.

Toyokawa Shoko remembers it very clearly. That night, Narusawa Kaede was also wearing this outfit, but his head wasn't yet covered with a cotton net.

This guy is a very skilled scumbag; he's adept at manipulating girls, his methods are so refined that it makes them unable to resist thinking about him and longing for him...

It was just a bowl of instant noodles and a set of bedding...

Obviously...

He only hugged me for a short while...

Shoko Toyokawa lowered her proud head, her wide eyes trying to suppress all her emotions beneath her concealed face.

My eyes were sore, my legs felt weak, and even my shoulders seemed to be trembling as if I were laughing.

Mingze Feng was the only guy who kicked the door open.

A jerk kicked open her door, leaving behind half a bucket of instant noodles and a blanket.

Toyokawa Shoko couldn't bring herself to dislike this person... After that, Toyokawa Shoko carefully and personally cleaned the quilt cover bit by bit.

Last night, Toyokawa Shoko went home early, retrieved the quilt cover that had been drying in the sun, put it back on, and hugged the soft, sun-scented bedding, quietly waiting for a sound from next door.

In order to be able to personally hand it over to Naruzawa Kaede.

Until midnight, her silent eyes were reflected on the turned-off screen.

Shoko Toyokawa closed her eyes and fell asleep.

So...why...?

When Mingze Feng heard the noise and turned around, Toyokawa Shoko had already lowered her head. He naturally noticed Shoko's predicament; she seemed to have fallen into her own logic again.

Like Ryo Yamada, Toyokawa Shoko's narration will roll downhill.

Mingze Feng remembered to help her up, and Xiang's father also greeted her. Fengchuan Xiangzi sat down with her head down, sitting in an empty seat in the corner of the room, not close to anyone.

“You mean… Officer.” Toyokawa Shoko’s voice was hoarse. At that moment, another officer handed her a glass of water.

The police officer proceeded naturally: "Ah, you must be Ms. Toyokawa. Please have a seat. This... what happened... well..."

Just moments ago, Xiang's father was wailing in pain, but now that Xiangzi has arrived, he's too proud to say a word.

Mingze Feng gave Xiang's father a thorough beating, but due to careful attention, the injuries were all superficial. Mingze Feng himself only suffered minor scrapes, which were treated at the police station.

The police officer said that cases involving minors become very complicated. Fortunately, the adult struck first, and neither party sustained serious injuries. Regardless, throwing a bottle at someone is an extremely egregious act, and could have been much more serious...

Oh, I see... So that's how it is...

Heh...someone like me...

I'm so sorry...

Toyokawa Shoko stood up and, without hesitation, bent down towards Narusawa Kaede.

Startled, Mingze Feng raised his eyebrows. Seeing that Fengchuan Xiangzi's condition was getting worse, he reassured him, "Are you really alright, Xiangzi-san? Men get the better of them, bumps and bruises are nothing, don't take it too seriously."

Naruzawa Kaede had a feeling that Toyokawa Shoko was about to break down.

The police officer nodded and closed the case: "That means Mr. Mingze does not need compensation, nor will he pursue the matter further. If you have no objections, just sign here and leave."

"No, we'll pay." Toyokawa Shoko raised her head again, stood up straight, and stuffed her last dozen or so bills into Naruzawa Kaede's arms. Naruzawa Kaede naturally refused, and as she declined, Toyokawa Shoko's strength gradually subsided.

"I'm really... so sorry. I'm sorry... please accept this..."

Naruzawa Kaede could hear Toyokawa Shoko's almost pleading voice.

"I should be thanking you... I'm sorry..."

I'm too ashamed to continue like this...

Chapter 54 Toyokawa Shoko is broken? Then fix it.

At the entrance of the police station.

When we entered the police station, the sunlight shining on the car was so bright it was blinding.

At this moment, it was pitch black. The police station entrance was unusually deserted. Xiangzi's father had vanished without a trace.

Naruzawa Kaede caught up with Toyokawa Shoko, who had run away alone, fearing she might do something foolish.

"Ascending the Auspicious Steps Part 2: A smooth-sailing life was abruptly cut short. At the lowest point in her life, she encountered a scumbag she once looked down upon, and suddenly realized that despite all her hard work, she had become the very person she used to despise."

"I no longer deserve to stay here. People like me..."

No, why do you look down on yourself? What are you thinking?

The answer is that you are Toyokawa Shoko.

It's that simple.

Following behind Toyokawa Shoko, Narusawa Kaede sighed.

After so long, I finally felt Toyokawa Shoko's oppressive aura again. That aura tormented her constantly, and it tormented others as well.

Today, Toyokawa Shoko is surrounded by the distortion of human nature and the pain of getting stuck in a rut.

Fortunately, Mingze Feng has also become stronger and will not be easily overwhelmed by the gravity field.