Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Although the pitiful are also hateful, Kikuri forges ahead on her path without leaving any way back, getting what she wants and losing what she never had.

Humans are not born to wear shackles, but to spread their wings. I only wish that there would be no more crawling humans in this world. Kiku, although you've been out of sorts for a while... this is the first time I've seen you like this.

This British girl is also a little Shakespeare.

I still want to help Kikuri, after all.

"Maple-chan~" Eliza Shimizu showed the sketchbook in her hand, "Come and see my sketch? Although it only took me a little over ten minutes and I haven't done much retouching, I'm super satisfied with it."

A duck sits on the ground, a disheveled Cinderella, while a prince in fine clothes sits in the painting.

This painting... is quite fairytale-like.

Why paint Hiroi Kikuri as Cinderella? She may be a bit disheveled tonight, but on stage, she's Little Red Riding Hood in wolf's clothing.

Mingze Feng touched his face, pointed at the prince in the painting, and said, "You made me look ugly."

I think it looks great!

Eliza Shimizu stared blankly, mouth agape. Perhaps the British person's expression was even more exaggerated; she was amused by Naruzawa Kaede's boastful manner.

Eliza Shimizu rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, I'll add a few more steps for you when I get back."

Naruzawa asked, "You won't draw me as a giant coming to capture the princess, will you?"

“How could that be…” Eliza Shimizu fell silent, her brow furrowing. “What do you mean?”

"Kikuri is not a Cinderella who needs magic to meet her prince."

"I would be willing to be a giant and protect her."

Eliza Shimizu squinted, almost saying something.

[That sounds like a fairy tale, but you actually want to be Kiku's mistress.]

"Her talent shines brighter in my eyes than India's crown jewels in the British Empire. Even her lyrics, written while drunk, convey a sense of 'live for the moment'..."

Don't pull or tug at this point.

Eliza Shimizu pursed her lips, but her bright eyes couldn't help but linger on Kaede Narusawa.

Naruzawa Kaede was looking out the window, the evening light streaming in and illuminating his profile. It was then that Shimizu Eliza noticed that her house had pretty good natural light.

Maybe... my drawing isn't cool enough?

Why are you making yourself so insecure?

Narusawa Kaede withdrew her gaze from the direction of Yamada Ryo's house.

If we borrow R-san's name, let's call it "uniqueness".

“Kikuri Hiroi’s songs and bass have her own personality. And I believe she will carry on—either she will starve herself to death, or I believe her songs will resonate throughout the world.”

“I think…” Naruzawa Kaede turned around and looked at Shimizu Eliza.

This is a little Shakespeare. Let's just say that.

Mingze Feng asked, "Would the two knights beside Her Highness allow Tybalt to guard her?"

"Tybalt, that's a really bad analogy. According to Feng, this prince is somewhat comparable to Claudius."

Tybalt is Juliet's cousin, and Claudius is the king of Hamlettri.

Naruzawa Kaede nodded. "Just like you said, I do long for Kikuri."

Eliza Shimizu's expression suddenly stiffened; why the sudden directness?

"I've never forgotten how I felt when I played the duet with her back then."

"It would be even better if we could be on a bigger, more magnificent stage, listening to the cheers like the waves."

"So confident?"

“I’m confident.” Before Eliza could ask any more questions, Mingze Feng interjected, “I’m also confident in myself.”

Mingze Feng stared into Shimizu Eliza's eyes. Her eyes were golden, her smile was wide open, and she had a gentle, animal-like quality to her.

When they returned to the living room, Kikuto Hiroi was carrying stacks of papers with her head down.

"This part needs to be in order, this part should be put together, this is the cover..."

Each book has 36 or 37 pages, and there are over 100 books in total, which is more than 30,000 pages. That means each person would have to read 10,000 pages on average...

I was busy until after 2 a.m., which was, of course, 2 a.m.

When Naruzawa Kaede finished the last stack and looked up, in the dim light, Shimizu Eliza was asleep, slumped over the table. Hiroi Kikuri, meanwhile, was lying undignifiedly on the floor, wearing the coat she had brought with her.

Narusawa Kaede guessed that it was Iwashita Shima who covered Hiroi Kikuri with it.

Iwashita Shima also made coffee for him, but Narusawa Kaede didn't drink it.

He rubbed his shoulders, putting aside his afternoon idea of ​​going to Yamada Ryo's place, but the long hours of mechanical work had made his thinking a little sluggish.

I checked my phone and saw unread messages. What really bothered me was a message from Xiangzi around 11 PM: "I'm unemployed! They told me after work today they'd only pay me for half a day! Ugh! How annoying!"

Messages sent through a screen are bound to be edited; if you met in person, you would definitely see a more refined Xiao Xiang.

"I've made your bed. Eliza's bed is quite soft." Shima Iwashita's voice came from beside her. The kind-hearted Shima pointed to a room, indicating that it was about time to sleep.

Mingze Feng rubbed his brow.

"No, I'd better go back. A friend of mine got fired from her company and sent me a message in the middle of the night. I'm afraid she might do something rash."

One force of gravity is enough to cause a collapse, Xiangzi, you can't blow it up. Thinking of his dream this morning, Mingze Feng felt a chill run down his spine and shivered.

"Going back now?" Iwashita Shima rubbed her shoulder, not asking anything else. "I'll take you."

There are no cars left at this time...

"...Okay, thank you."

"Ugh." Iwashita Shima raised her fist. "Aren't we on a team?"

Yes, they're all part of the same team.

Mingze Feng raised his fist and bumped it with hers.

Traffic at this spot isn't heavy, but it's not light either. I experienced this firsthand last time when I was towing Xingge back to Tokyo.

When I got back to my small apartment, it was already past two o'clock.

The cold air after getting off the bus instantly invigorated me, and I couldn't help but wrap my scarf tighter around my ears.

The dark clouds in the night sky had dissipated, and the moon was a small crescent. Stars were scattered across the sky. Although it was December, the calls of birds echoed all around, low and clear.

Bathed in the bright moonlight, Mingze Feng pushed open his own door.

As the darkness gradually dissipated and the bright daylight made Naruzawa Kaede squint. After his eyes adjusted, Toyokawa Shoko sat on the edge of the bed. On the bedside table was the kitchen knife that should have been in the kitchen.

"Xiangzi, this knife?"

"The door lock was clicking loudly at three in the morning. If I didn't grab a knife, was I supposed to grab the bankbook?"

[The guy who can scare people to death]

Toyokawa Shoko is right.

If the door lock is clicking loudly at three in the morning, Mingze Feng will probably be holding a knife in each hand.

"Alright, you're back. I haven't touched much of the stuff in the house. Put the knife back, I'm leaving."

Toyokawa Shoko got up expressionlessly and walked towards the door.

Three o'clock... three o'clock... I've thought about it before, but the thought of it crawling out of some woman's belly still makes me angry.

"Xiangzi?"

As soon as Mingze Feng opened his mouth, Fengchuan Xiangzi stopped in her tracks, gave a soft snort, and thought to herself, "You're the one who wanted to keep me here."

Toyokawa Shoko's appearance almost made Narusawa Kaede burst out laughing. But thinking that Toyokawa Shoko might run away if he laughed, he had to hold back.

"Tonight I was actually helping out at a friend's place."

Why are you telling me this?

"Then why did you stay in my room until 3 a.m. and still not go to sleep?"

"Can't I warm your bed?"

"..."

Mingze Feng blinked. Had he misheard something?

Toyokawa Shoko slowly turned around, hugging her chest and tilting her head back.

"There's no heating in this house. As your friend, I was worried you'd catch a cold, so I just warmed up a blanket for you. I don't know if you'll need the blanket when you get back around 3 a.m., so I might as well take it with me."

Chapter 62 This can be considered cohabitation, right? (Only one image)

Toyokawa Shoko crossed her arms and tilted her head back.

He looked all wronged.

Mingze Feng's eyelids twitched. Sure enough, the girl's sentimentality kicked in again at this moment, mixed with Toyokawa Shoko's growing attachment to him, and the gilded words bursting forth.

If only I could come back sooner…

[Toyokawa Shoko is hiding under the covers, perhaps to give you a fright.]

She would tell old, tired ghost stories like "A monster in the bed is going to eat people!"

Then, he jumped out of bed.

[Pulling you into her warm bed]

She chuckled, pressed herself against you, and looked into your eyes.

She took two extra showers, her deep blue hair cascading down, hooking around your neck and chest, making your whole body itch, tingle, and feel hot.

[Toyokawa Shoko thought about how you two would kiss, and that perhaps more would happen tonight.]

But you didn't come back.

Toyokawa Shoko walked to the bedside, pressing her hand firmly against the blanket. She pouted, thinking to herself that Narusawa Kaede was usually incredibly good at understanding girls.

She clearly doesn't want to leave, you should stop her.

Why are you acting like a block of wood right now?

I'm just sleepy.

Ming Zefeng covered his mouth, yawned, and shook his head.

And don't make him so lewd, Xiangzi still needs to grow up a bit more.

To be honest, Mingze Feng wasn't very interested in middle school students' bodies. He might talk a lot about it and hug and kiss them, but when it came to actually doing *that*, middle school students were nothing special.

Naruzawa Kaede likes a combination of good looks and an interesting personality.

The girl still had the mind to joke with him. Judging from the narration, the impact of being fired was not as great as the impact of coming home late.

The reason for his late return has already been explained: Mingze Feng was genuinely tired.

Without pulling back the covers, she lay back on the bed. The corner of the blanket that was lifted still carried the warmth of the lingering scent of a young girl's shampoo.

This seems to be the spot where Toyokawa Shoko used to sit.

It's light, plain, and has an unknown fragrance.

The sheets were warm, carrying the fresh scent of freshly washed fabric and the smell of sunshine.

Did you put it out to dry in the sun?

And Xiangzi, when did you get my house key...?

Mingze Feng was lost in thought, not even opening his eyes. He was about to say something to express his gratitude when he was interrupted by a sudden, strange touch.

It was on his chest; a soft hand had climbed up the zipper.

When Naruzawa Kaede opened her eyes, she saw Toyokawa Shoko's face. She was bent over and also saw Naruzawa Kaede's open eyes. After just one glance, she looked away like a startled rabbit.

"No...don't misunderstand."

Shoko Toyokawa tried to remain calm and said, "What kind of behavior is it to sleep in such thick clothes? You'll be covered in sweat when you wake up. As your friend, of course I'm not ignoring it."

Naruzawa Kaede didn't reply. He stared at the ceiling, lying on the bed, his breath carrying the scent of Toyokawa Shoko.