Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Their eyes met and looked over at the same time.

The girl with a single golden ponytail had eyes that shone with a bright light like the sun, so much so that they were both dazzled by her.

Under a deep blue night sky, a gentle breeze blows, and on a meadow dotted with blooming roses, a tender, melancholic, and elegant feeling pervades.

The unexpected guest's voice was barely contained with excitement: "Band, let's play together!"

Chapter Five: 100,000 Yuan for a Sugar Daddy

Naruzawa Kaede: "I'm sorry, I usually have other things to do..."

Ryo Yamada: "I'm not interested in things like bands."

Nijika Ichi's triangular ahoge (antenna-like hair sticking up) trembled violently. Being rejected twice in a row left her somewhat bewildered. Are classmates all this indifferent nowadays?

Naruzawa Kaede was pulled aside by Yamada Ryo. The girl introduced herself by only giving her name, and after they exchanged names, Yamada Ryo stared straight at him, her extremely sharp eyes scrutinizing him up and down.

If you only look at Yamada Ryo's expressionless face, it would be hard to guess what she is thinking.

But Mingze Feng has a cheat code.

His eyes trembled slightly as he watched the text that kept refreshing next to Yamada Ryo.

[Her sleeves were worn white from being rubbed, her trousers were too short, and a button on her collar was missing... Her face was pale, her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were chapped... Her mother had passed away, her father had disappeared, and her family was broken... She needed money for tuition and living expenses... Could money solve this? Asking directly might not be appropriate, so...]

Naruzawa Kaede then realized that he had so many 'loopholes'. Yamada-kun, with such sharp eyes, why don't you go be a detective at the theater next door?

“I was saying that your bass playing was actually pretty bad just now,” Yamada Ryo said slowly. “But it’s okay, we can play together. You play the guitar, I’ll play the bass, just the two of us.”

Mingze Feng agreed, "If it's just about playing music, then we can contact each other when we have time."

Between the two, the blonde girl raised her hand high: "Hi, hi! Since we're going to play music, count me in!"

“I don’t intend to make this my profession,” Mingze Feng still refused. “I still have other things to do.”

Yamada Ryo nodded, and tentatively asked, "What if I give you 100,000 yen every month?"

"Huh?" 100,000 yen is roughly equivalent to 5,000 RMB.

"Huh?" Ichiji Nijika exclaimed, sounding the same as Narusawa Kaede, looking equally startled. [So these two were making a deal—a trade of money for their lives?!]

"This, this isn't right... No, no, this is their private matter, and I'm just an outsider..." Ichiji Nijika felt that her usually proud social skills were completely useless in their conversation, and even her worldview was being turned upside down by the two of them.

Naruzawa Kaede was more surprised than anything else; for a moment, his focus was on the 100,000 yen. The way the reward appeared in the mirror was truly unexpected.

"I used to be in a band, but I left on my own. Their lyrics used to be really funny... Now, they're just so-so, really boring."

Yamada Ryo said earnestly, "Your piano playing tells a story; it's unique and very interesting."

"So, I want to hire you to play music with me. That's it."

Naruzawa Kaede stared at Yamada Ryo, but all she saw was, "I feel... I said more today than I did last month combined. I'm so tired... Today was really tough. I'll reward myself later."

But from Yamada Ryo's clear eyes, Narusawa Kaede sensed that she was serious.

In other words... in other words, this is a young lady who can casually pull out 100,000 yen! Look how beautiful she is, even though she always has a straight face, her expressionless face can be cute. She's kind and quiet, doesn't seem like she'll cause trouble, she's practically the perfect otaku girl. Yeah, a music otaku is still an otaku.

It's like a hungry person in the middle of the night seeing a ready-to-eat bento box in a convenience store, opening the package to find it contains deluxe ingredients.

Mingze Feng felt his heart beating faster.

But upon closer reflection, he poured cold water on his own thinking, but he was just about to speak.

"Do you doubt my ability to pay? I bought this bass for 23, and I'm putting it up with you for now."

"I'll go get the 100,000 for you this month."

Yamada Ryo held out his hand. "Let's go to the bank."

Her petite hands possessed an indescribable, coppery magic.

It's hard to look away.

......

Oh, I just remembered, I spent all my money last month pre-ordering Fodera's new products.

Fodera is a brand, and as for how Mingze Feng knows about it...

He was eating with Yamada Ryōgan. It was a restaurant with a rather elegant musical style, with introductions of various musical instrument brands hanging on the walls, including Fodera's bass.

Just now, the girl generously offered to treat him to lunch, and they took the train north to Higashi-Shinjuku. Now they sat facing each other, and Yamada Ryo ordered two meals and drinks.

Naruzawa Kaede ate his food in large mouthfuls, finishing faster than Yamada Ryo. This gave him time to observe what Yamada Ryo was thinking about and, incidentally, to appreciate Yamada Ryo's delicate way of eating.

If he could, Yamada Ryo would also like to eat heartily and then pat his belly.

But now... just like she said at the beginning, she suddenly remembered that she was actually quite poor herself.

[I completely forgot I'm broke. Should I borrow from someone? Oh no, I just said I was going to support a man, but now I'm broke. What am I going to do?]

You know that you meant that in what you just said.

Naruzawa Kaede put down his cup and smacked his lips inwardly. The coffee Yamada Ryo had ordered was really bitter, and he couldn't help but tense up the muscles around his mouth.

Under the cover of the quinine's bitter taste, Ming Zefeng looked down at the pure black liquid and saw his own words: [For money? For lust? You really know how to play the game.]

puff...

Unfortunately, I forgot to take pictures...

There were many words, so many that you had to turn the pages. Contrary to her concise voice, the text was filled with useless nonsense. In short, Yamada Ryo wanted to tease him... or rather, flirt with him? It was like a kind of interest born out of sheer amusement. This was completely different from her indifferent demeanor. On the contrary, now...

She was actually laughing.

Facing Narusawa Kaede's gaze, Yamada Ryo's smile faded. But at the same time, she put down the spoon in her hand.

Her arms were resting on the table, palms facing up, her slender, musical fingers with distinct knuckles, smooth skin on her palms, and calluses visible only on her fingertips.

As Mingze Feng's gaze swept over, she suddenly felt an itch on her fingertips.

"...Want to touch it?" Yamada Ryo had already planned his next teasing move, and Narusawa Kaede noticed it too.

So he didn't ask for instructions.

He simply placed his arm on the table and rested the corresponding fingers on her index and middle fingers.

“You…” Yamada Ryo’s eyelashes trembled, and Narusawa Kaede then noticed that her eyelashes were very long.

He asked, "Have you been playing the zither for a long time, Liang?"

"...You seem to be very good at dealing with girls."

Yamada Ryo looked at the fingers lightly touching his own on the table and couldn't help but hum, "Just right, not good at that either."

She was telling a lie that even without narration, Naruzawa Kaede would be able to see through, and then she pressed down on Naruzawa Kaede's hand, palm to palm.

"How do you feel?"

Chapter Six: What's more exciting than being brothers?

"I want to take you to do even more exciting things."

Facts speak louder than words; Yamada Ryo has absolutely no talent for flirting with men. Just the fact that she said this in such a flat tone was enough to make anyone sitting in front of her suppress any romantic thoughts and launch into a thorough critique of her.

"This is truly doing something as exciting as what adults do!" Perhaps seeing that the effect wasn't obvious, she emphasized again.

[You're an accomplice... your first time...]

Mingze Feng glanced sideways; the term "accomplice" was quite apt.

Yamada Ryo has decided to... skip out on the bill!

I've wanted to do this for a long time. The question is, how do I get him to join me?

Narration is as useful as listening to your inner voice.

Mingze Feng gripped the soft hand in his palm tightly. "To be honest, this is the first time I've ever touched a girl's hand. Maybe that's how I unwittingly became an accomplice."

Yamada Ryo blinked. She didn't mean to speak, but coincidentally, she was also wondering how she had lost her first time 'shaking hands with a member of the opposite sex' here—what kind of first time was this? She was internally criticizing herself.

"What do you think? To do it or not?"

"I dare not ask you to make a wish... But since Yamada-kun is planning to come back and pay... well, I was wrong, I shouldn't have broken the atmosphere."

Before he could finish speaking, Yamada Ryo was interrupted, and his expression changed, his lips turning down in a smirk.

"Hey, stop interrupting me... And call me Liang."

"Then, let it cool and dry."

Naruzawa Kaede also felt quite excited. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to get the 100,000 yen, but that didn't stop him and Yamada Ryo from having some fun.

Yamada Ryo couldn't help but nod. Then the two of them fell silent, their attention focused on their seats and the space in the foyer.

Let me state upfront that this is absolutely not something to be imitated, and certainly not something a middle school student should do. Such behavior is unacceptable both legally and morally, and will ultimately be punished by forces like the police that maintain social order.

Its name is "Escape the Bill".

"rise!"

At Yamada Ryo's command, Narusawa Kaede had already stood up and taken a step forward.

Their clasped hands were like the hooks between train carriages, connecting them as they ran out the door in the same direction amidst the chaos.

"Sir and Madam, you still—!" "Be careful, the ground is slippery."

The waiter's voice came from behind.

Although what we're doing is truly hard to describe. The word "hard to describe" sounds even more shameful than skipping out on the bill.

The waiter returned to the front desk expressionless. As for why her own store's VIP customers were running so fast, she must have her reasons.

She ran all the way. "Take a deep breath and clear your mind." Yamada Ryo ran with ease, still holding on tightly, and continued, "If you have any worries, just run like this and you can clear your mind."

Ming Zefeng pretended to be naive, holding her hand tightly and staying close to her side.

......

[I'll just call someone to pay for it later.]

Yamada Ryo had absolutely no recollection of having their card, nor did he remember how much money he had deposited into it. He only learned of this later when Narusawa Kaede took a detour back to pay.

Now, they've run to a park.

"...Ha, ah...wait a minute, let me sit down first." Mingze Feng waved his hand, indicating that he really couldn't go on.

"Then let's go sit in the park over there for a while."

Yamada Ryo took the lead and pulled Naruzawa Kaede to a wooden park bench.

December has arrived, and the park is filled with the forked branches of trees. The sky is blue, the ground is yellowish-brown, and there are broken leaves and exposed black soil.

Only on the gravel-paved road can you see stone slabs swept clean of fallen leaves.

At 2:30 p.m., two students in school uniforms appeared in the park, which was quite eye-catching.

If it weren't for their professions or filming, it would be easy to guess that the two of them were actually skipping class.

Especially looking at their hands that weren't open...

Yamada Ryo stretched out her fingers, but... she stared intently into Narusawa Kaede's eyes with a cold and indifferent expression.

stare--

"It's cold. Did something get in your eyes? Let me blow it out for you."

Yamada Ryo leaned back to avoid Narusawa Kaede's approach. After being pushed around like this, she pulled out a bass guitar with her other hand.

A... bass?

Stare—but this time, Yamada Ryo's gaze was fixed on the head and lower body.

Jingle bell bell—

Just as Naruzawa Kaede was figuring out how to let go naturally, a perfectly timed phone call saved the day.

He took out his phone, met Yamada Ryo's gaze, saw the other person nod slightly, and then answered the call. On the other end of the line, a friend he had met while working together sent a message: the company he was looking for had been found; it was in Shinjuku Ward, an outsourced customer service company, and the address was sent in the text message.

"Are you going to get a part-time job later?" Yamada Ryo asked, glancing at his phone.

I should say something... I know so much about this person, yet we didn't even exchange contact information... It's a strange feeling of having a close friend.

Mingze Feng replied, "It's just returning some things to their rightful owners."