Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Iwashita Shima refused to believe that Hiroi Kikuri's alcoholism couldn't be cured.

Ichi Seika also knew that Hiroi Kikuri had her own ideas, and that Narusawa Kaede was looking at Hiroi Kikuri with strange eyes, etc... But both of them were working hard on their musical paths, and she didn't want to hold them back. She was even willing to help by providing venues and logistics.

If it were anyone else, Ichiko Hoshika might worry about someone stealing her boyfriend. But Hiroi Kikuri? Even when she's drunk, she only goes to play bass, not sleeps with men.

Hiroi Kikuri practiced diligently behind closed doors, unbeknownst to anyone. She wanted to quietly amaze everyone.

Thinking about it carefully, the relationships among these adults are indeed quite complicated.

After being in this circle for so long, I sometimes forget that I'll be going to be in my final year of junior high next year.

You've really worked hard...

This time, when Shimizu Eliza asked for help, and with Iwashita Shima's invitation, Naruzawa Kaede did not refuse, whether as a teammate or a friend.

It’s hard to refuse such hospitality.

Since they're a team that competes together, it's perfectly normal for them to invite each other to get together. It's also perfectly normal for the get-together to be held at a team member's home.

Eliza Shimizu's apartment.

Blonde hair, British style, anime artist...

And there are those who live alone...

According to stereotypes, her room must be very messy, and there might even be unspeakable notebooks and underwear that shouldn't be seen by others.

In fact, it's almost the same.

"We're here! It's so cold outside this year," said Eliza Shimizu as she opened the door, adding that winter in Tokyo is much colder than in London.

Hiroi Kikuri followed Shimizu Eliza into the house first. Stepping from the cold stairwell into the warm, even slightly feverish, room, she took off her coat, still marveling at the experience.

"Eliza, your place has such good heating!"

Iwashita Shima also entered the house, and Narusawa Kaede closed the door last before slowly entering.

He wasn't told to wait, which means there wasn't anything shameful inside... right?

The room wasn't littered with clothes, but there were open picture books with their covers facing up, stacks of English and Japanese magazines, and all sorts of other miscellaneous items scattered around...

The printed doujinshi were just page-by-page and not bound.

Well, there aren't any particularly erotic doujinshi.

"Huh..."

Eliza Shimizu gasped softly, then swiftly and decisively stomped on an open, not-too-colorful notebook, kicking it under the sofa. She then pretended nothing had happened and walked to a corner of the living room, near the most square-shaped machine.

"Yay, all the printing tasks arranged this morning have been completed."

Eliza Shimizu pulled out a thick stack of papers. Seeing how hard she was working, Kaede Naruzawa took the stack of papers from her. They contained single-page illustrations of the Divided Realm.

"Because it was my first year here, and I wasn't very well-known, the magazines in Japan wouldn't print my photos, so I bought a printer. Hmph..." Eliza started to veer off-topic, "The printers in Japan also have fax capabilities, so my mom in England received..."

Shima Iwashita walked over with two bottles of drinks.

"Don't be shy, Eliza means you can just act like you normally would. It's not really appropriate for me to say it... but you don't need to be so polite with Eliza."

“Yes, yes,” Eliza Shimizu squinted her eyes with a grin, “That’s exactly what I meant, but I can’t really explain it. It’s all thanks to Shima.”

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Mingze Feng took a sip of juice.

Kikuri Hiroi's voice came from the kitchen, and her smiling face appeared on the doorframe as she held up a bottle.

"Wow, this bottle of Eliza wine—"

Iwashita Shima glared at her: "Hey! What did you promise us?!"

"Well, I don't drink much either. I saved it for Kikuri..." Shimizu Eliza waved her hand as she watched Hiroi pour more and more into the glass in front of her. "That's about right."

“...Then I’ll have just a little.” Mingze Feng raised his glass.

"Feng-kun! What about our united front?" Iwashita Shima, being dragged along by the three, refused to go along with them. "Don't pour it out, I still have to drive."

"Hiroi can't get excited unless she comes up with something."

As Naruzawa Kaede explained, he saw Hiroi swallow a mouthful of wine and then snatch the bottle from her hand.

Seeing this, Shimizu Eliza quickly found a towel and stuffed it into Hiroi Kikuri's arms.

Hiroi Kikuri coughed violently, her hand trembling as she raised it to point at Narusawa Kaede. She was cursing and coughing as she protested when she heard the second half of Narusawa Kaede's sentence.

"So we let her drink a little to perk her up, but we wouldn't let her drink the rest until she finished her work."

"But even so, isn't it still..." Iwashita Shima sensed something was wrong, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"It's not that we don't drink, but we drink in moderation and in stages. Kiku gets very energetic after drinking, but at a certain point she gets so high she loses her bearings. Our goal is to keep everything under control, right?"

“A phased approach to quitting alcohol is more effective.”

Hiroi Kikuri stared blankly, mouth agape.

Iwashita Shima considered the feasibility of the matter.

Eliza Shimizu met Kikuri Hiroi's gaze, and saw Kikuri Hiroi silently shush at her before standing on tiptoe.

While Narusawa Kaede and Iwashita Shima were talking, Hiroi Kikuri quietly went around to the back.

Naruzawa Kaede discovered the clues from around Shimizu Eliza.

Although Narusawa Kaede wasn't very strong, he was still better than Kiku, who was a heavy drinker.

Naruzawa Kaede turned around, grabbed her head, and then held the bottle high with his other hand, so that Hiroi Kikuri would have to jump to reach it.

"You can't reach it, can you?"

"Don't press my head down!"

Hiroi Kikuri didn't like being treated like a child in front of Narusawa Kaede. She sulked, and seeing Narusawa Kaede's smiling face made her even angrier. Taking advantage of her drunkenness, she opened her mouth.

Awoo—

"Ouch—you really bit me!"

"Woo-woo—"

Hiroi Kikuri released her mouth, stared blankly at the row of teeth marks on the edge of the palm she held, then buried her head, her long purple hair swaying with her movements, a few strands falling onto Narusawa Kaede's wrist.

My wrist was itchy, but then I felt a soft, sticky sensation on the back of my hand.

Moist, steaming in the mouth. Soft, with a slightly tingling sensation. Sticky, from lingering saliva.

Besides the hot, intoxicating breath, there was the feeling of lips creases on the back of my hand, a faint sucking sensation, and the intimate touch of skin against skin.

Holy crap... a stolen kiss?!

Naruzawa Kaede stared incredulously at Hiroi Kikuri's purple hair, then jerked back his hand.

Hiroi Kikuri also raised her head.

The pale white light was dazzling, making Hiroi Kikuri's originally purple hair appear a different shade of purplish-red, and her raised cheeks were also flushed.

Her cheeks weren't flushed from drunkenness, but her eyes held a hint of intoxication.

And those purplish-red eyes, naturally possessing the allure of a captivating beauty.

She opened her mouth, chuckling happily. The culprit's pink tongue was still licking the side of her teeth, making a slurping sound.

Mingze Feng was completely dumbfounded. "Sister, this isn't in private."

Eliza Shimizu stared at the scene, her eyes shining, and sketched on her tablet, quickly outlining the basic shapes of the two people.

Shima Iwashita, the only normal person, sat on the sofa, slowly shifting her gaze to tidying up the sketches on her lap.

Today, in Iwashita Shima's heart, the already limited positive image of Hiroi Kikuri has been completely wiped out.

“I…” Mingze Feng swallowed and said, “I’ll go get another drink.”

Eliza Shimizu casually said, "I want orange juice, the one labeled Innocent!"

Naruzawa Kaede nodded and turned around, still holding the freshly opened bottle of wine in his right hand. At that moment, Hiroi Kikuri made the gesture she wanted with both palms facing up.

Narusawa Kaede handed the bottle to Iwashita Shima.

"I think we shouldn't give her any more drinks today. Kiku is already drunk."

Iwashita Shima nodded and said, "...I think so too."

How could this happen! Behind me, Hiroi Kikuri's wailing could be heard.

This was followed by a low growl from Iwashita Shima, which he suppressed.

Mingze Feng's face was still a little itchy. When he raised his palm to rub it, he saw the row of teeth marks again.

The small teeth were neatly arranged and glistened under the light, thanks to the undried saliva.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Mingze Feng could even smell a hint of alcohol.

This taste is so strong it gives me a headache.

In the kitchen.

On the top shelf of the refrigerator, Mingze Feng saw various beverages and mineral water, as well as a sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap.

Turning around, there were indeed no signs of use on the stove, except for a thin layer of dust. The kitchen utensils were brand new, clean and tidy, so tidy that not even a single condiment was on display.

On second thought, Eliza Shimizu is from London.

That makes sense now.

"They're not judging my cooking skills by how new the kitchen utensils are, are they... Just kidding, go ahead and watch if you want."

Eliza Shimizu, holding her easel, closed the kitchen door behind her.

"This is the first time I've seen Shima so fierce, Kiku, it's quite scary." She patted her chest with a timid look on her face, her big, bright eyes from England sparkling with a gleam of innocence.

Chapter 61 I yearn for Hiroi Shoko to lose her job (That's all for today)

Naruzawa Kaede found the drink that Shimizu Eliza wanted and closed the refrigerator door.

Looking out through the kitchen window.

The section of road that flashed past the window earlier looked somewhat familiar, and after taking a few more careful glances, he finally confirmed it.

Go downstairs from here, turn a few streets, and you'll reach Mr. R's villa.

Tokyo is both big and small. I never expected to run into you like this.

"It's not that my cooking is bad, although that's part of it, it's just that there are so many Chinese restaurants, I can't possibly eat at them all..."

Naruzawa Kaede turned around and saw Shimizu Eliza's face, which remained unchanged.

[Shima said it was rude to make a guest wait alone and kicked me out... Seriously, this is my house!]

Eliza Shimizu walked over, still carrying her easel, and started talking non-stop, "How about we go get some late-night snacks tonight? Ugh, never mind, the food was too delicious, I've gained weight recently..."

Seeing that she was holding the board, Mingze Feng unscrewed the orange juice bottle and handed it to her.

"Sigh, you even opened it for me, but I'm not the kind of girl who can't open bottle caps. Don't do that next time." With that, Eliza Shimizu squinted and took it.

Before she could drink, Mingze Feng interrupted, "Wait a minute..."

Eliza Shimizu asked, puzzled, "Huh?"

Mingze Feng took out his phone and asked, "I'm quite interested in good restaurants nearby."

"Hmm? Maple sauce likes to eat this too!"

Eliza Shimizu's eyes sparkled with excitement.

Seeing her excited expression, Naruzawa Kaede felt a little embarrassed. He had asked because he remembered Yamada Ryo; as for how much he loved to eat... well, food is the most important thing in the world.

Mingze Feng also takes meals very seriously.

Besides her many unique hobbies, Yamada Ryo also has a few ordinary ones, such as eating. However, her taste is quite unpredictable; she can even accept eating grass. Yamada Ryo enjoys the process of trying new things, and whether she ends up full or not depends on whether she wants to continue eating.

Yamada Ryo has probably tried all the nearby restaurants, but I wonder if her delicate tongue can handle the spicy Sichuan-style food.

Eliza Shimizu rattled off five or six restaurant names, much like reciting a menu.

Mingze Feng pressed his phone and wrote them all down, including a few that he had visited with Liang Sang.

The two chatted for a while, until even the sounds in the living room faded away. Eliza Shimizu swallowed her drink, then suddenly remembered she had only completed half of her task.

[Xiaoju is in such a state...it's so pitiful.]