Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Today, Kikuri hasn't started drinking heavily yet. First, Iwashita Shima was watching over her, and now Narusawa Kaede is watching over her, not giving her the opportunity to drink heavily.

The cycle of happiness got stuck at the point of drinking.

At this moment, Kikuri Hiroi's steps also became somewhat hesitant.

Through the bright stage, the eyes of the audience, who were once so familiar with her, became sharp. Those honest faces became distorted in Hiroi Kikuri's eyes. She lowered her head in a panic, only to find that the strings in her eyes had become bent.

It shouldn't have gotten this serious. But today, different people came.

If I don't play well today... Maple...

During the days and nights they practiced together, Kikumi Hiroi gave it her all, honing her best performance, just wanting to hear one more sentence from the words she had vaguely heard in her dream that day.

"That's awesome!" "Awesome!"

On that day, when Naruzawa Kaede first stepped onto the stage, from Hiroi Kikuri's music and from the cheering crowd, he experienced his first truly wonderful moment.

Although I drank less today, the effects of the alcohol are wearing off now. Once the effects wear off, it's like a motorcycle running out of gas; the engine won't start, and even the sound becomes unpleasant.

Feeling uncomfortable all over.

A pair of bright, gleaming eyes stared at each other.

The bass in my hands also felt heavy.

Eliza Shimizu quietly tugged at Shima Iwashita's sleeve.

"Xiaoju looks like this..."

“This is a hurdle; if she continues to rely on playing while drunk... she will ruin herself.”

Shima Iwashita lowered her head and counted the number of drumsticks; this was the tenth time she had counted. Shima Iwashita remembered the afternoon when Kikuri Hiroi hugged her and cried about her breakup. Kikuri Hiroi ate three bowls of rice and drank ten bottles of wine, then dragged her to a karaoke bar and sang "White Album" for half the night to lament her unrequited love.

Of course, it was all paid for by Iwashita Shima. In the end, Iwashita Shima accompanied Hiroi Kikuri in the park for an entire night, listening to Hiroi Kikuri spontaneously sing a jumble of sad songs.

Iwashita Shima counted the drumsticks to the eleventh time. The shop had prepared quite a few drumsticks, even though she didn't have the habit of throwing them around.

Kikuri Hiroi stood in the center of the stage, her slender arms holding her bass guitar. Her long, purplish-red hair hung down beside her, scratching her arms and making her itch. Her calves, protruding from beneath her thin, long, strappy dress, were trembling.

I feel like this time... I'm not going to make it...

Hiroi Kikuri is someone I can never truly help but worry about.

When Naruzawa Kaede arrived in front of Hiroi Kiku, Hiroi Kiku looked up and swallowed, seemingly thirsty.

Mingze Feng pulled the bass from her arms and was about to put it aside when Shimizu Eliza, who was already prepared, took it and gave him an encouraging look, silently making a cheering gesture.

Shima Iwashita sighed. "What kind of situation is this, having my senior's boyfriend take care of her here?"

But... this way, Hiroi will be happy, right?

"Kikuri."

Naruzawa Kaede untied his scarf, raised his hand and placed it around her neck. Then, he ran his fingers along the strands of hair on her side, reached behind Hiroi Kikuri, and shook her long hair out from under the scarf.

The two were standing very close; Mingze Feng was doing it on purpose.

Naruzawa Kaede unzipped his coat and draped it over Hiroi Kikuri's shoulders.

Naruzawa Kaede had been paying attention to the narrator beside Hiroi Kikuri, and now, Hiroi Kikuri seemed to have perked up.

At such close range, Hiroi Kikuri held her breath, secretly sniffing at Narusawa Kaede beside her.

My head is spinning.

Her cheeks flushed, a shy blush spreading from behind her ears to her face.

Seeing that the time was right, Naruzawa asked, "Kikuri, shall we go on stage?"

“Hmm…” Hiroi Kikuri nodded, picked up the bass that Shimizu Eliza handed her, and with a radiant expression, she stumbled and rushed into the stage entrance.

Eliza Shimizu followed closely behind, and as she passed by Kaede Narusawa, she teased, "Ha, Kaede-chan, so skilled, you Casanova!"

"You're so obsequious at first, then arrogant, and you'll betray me after you've served your purpose..."

“You’ve used the idiom backwards,” Eliza Shimizu said in broken Chinese. “It should be ‘arrogant at first, then respectful’.”

But I was just saying that you were all smiles at first and then arrogant later, that's what Mingze Feng said.

Naruzawa Kaede rubbed his temples; his palms still carried the peculiar scent of Hiroi Kikuri—a mixture of alcohol, sweat, and the delicate fragrance of a young girl.

"No, that's not true." Shimizu Eliza stopped and tilted her head when she saw Naruzawa Kaede's furrowed brows.

"Take your hand away?" Eliza Shimizu said.

Mingze Feng moved his hand away, wanting to see what she was planning to do.

[Thank you so much, Maple-chan. It wasn't easy coaxing Kiku. Oh dear, don't blame yourself too much, Hoshika-senpai will understand.]

As Maple's best friend, I can't let him fight alone!

I understand... you're just talking without any real experience.

Eliza Shimizu took a handkerchief from the inside of her coat, in the breast pocket, and gently tiptoed.

The handkerchief was pressed against Mingze Feng's forehead.

A cool sensation came from above, and the handkerchief was damp, still carrying the warmth of Eliza's body.

Naruzawa Kaede was careless and didn't dodge. The dazzling blonde hair before him reminded him of another woman. Naruzawa Kaede felt as if reality was surreal, and he raised his hand to take the handkerchief from Eliza's grasp.

"I can do it myself, just tell me." Mingze Feng was a little flustered as he held the handkerchief; he truly considered Eliza a brother.

Seeing that Naruzawa Kaede was stunned, Shimizu Eliza smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Is there a problem? I was just trying to scare you~"

[Haha, Maple Sauce's forced serious expression, complete with a slight blush, is so funny!]

"Hey, hey..." Mingze Feng was about to speak when he was interrupted, clutching her handkerchief.

"You two!" Iwashita Shima said, holding two drumsticks and snapping them twice. "If you don't come on stage soon, Hiroi is going to cause trouble."

A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from below the stage.

As the microphones rang out, Kikuri Hiroi's unique voice resonated throughout the entire event.

"Everyone's here to have a great time today!"

"Yay! Let's have some fun!"

"Our SCiK HACK has a new guy here today. Anyone who dares to bully him, don't blame me for smashing him with a bottle!"

"woo woo woo woo--!"

"Where are my teammates?!" "They're all out!"

Hiroi Kikuri pointed at Narusawa Kaede and said, "The kid in second position on the guitar!"

"We are Sick Hack!"

"So~"

Kikuri Hiroi held her personal bass guitar in her arms.

Her long, nimble fingers danced across the strings, and the melodious bass notes echoed through the venue via the transmitter.

"The first song today is 'I'm the Only Ghost'!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!" The spacious room, which was not cramped, was instantly filled with the voices of the audience. As the bass melody began, Kikuri Hiroi poured her own voice into the song.

Yamada Ryo saw on the stage, under the lights, Hiroi Kikuri's deep, low voice resonating all around, yet through changing melodies, it created a light and cheerful rhythm.

Amazing.

The lyrics, as always, are pessimistic and escapist, unlike the usual three steps of drinking, this time they carry a tender sentiment.

Ryo Yamada felt this quite deeply. It is said that good music can evoke empathy, and she experienced this comforting and simple warmth while staying at home for the past two weekends.

Flot is a really good shop.

It is located in a not-so-outside area of ​​Ginza; it enjoys a good reputation and customer traffic even among the surrounding shops.

Sick Hack may not be the number one band at this place now, but it is still a mainstay resident band.

Feng is already this good... Back then on the rooftop, he was a newbie who could even play a nocturne wrong.

Ryo Yamada had been following Sick Hack for a long time. She admitted that middle school students shouldn't go to bars, but she was clearly not the type to limit herself.

In the past, the band was popular for two reasons: Eliza Shimizu's good looks and Kikuri Hiroi's distinctive personality.

The reason Hiroi Kikuri's technique was placed last is because Yamada Ryo knows that few people appreciate technique, but everyone loves shamelessness.

The store was filled with a cacophony of noises.

"Wow, that guy on stage is so handsome."

"Standing on the stage with Emperor Shimizu, they were a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman."

"..."

Yamada Ryo held the juice, biting the straw, sipping the coolness of the ice cubes as they melted, the coolness making her calm.

Her gaze swept across the stage, landing on the most dazzling spot.

Kikuri Hiroi had already taken off her men's jacket, and the scarf that had been around her neck had fallen halfway off as she shook her head and swayed her body. Instead of throwing the scarf onto the stage, Kikuri Hiroi slung it over her shoulder and then grabbed the microphone with her raised hand.

Everyone sing along with me!

But that scarf...

"Your mother!" Yamada Ryo slammed his fist on the ground in agitation, muttering an insult, "She gave another woman the scarf I gave her? Kaede's been corrupted by these rock-and-roll women!"

Just as Toyokawa Shoko reached her side, she was stopped in her tracks by Yamada Ryo's sudden low curses. Listening to the content of Yamada Ryo's words, she couldn't help but reveal a comical look.

Were they led astray?

Stop joking, little sister. I'll give you a look, you'll understand.

Toyokawa Shoko rubbed her throat, trying to make her voice weak, before she finally managed to get close to Yamada Ryo.

At this time, Yamada Ryo had been noticing her for a long time.

"Um... do you know Feng-kun too..." Toyokawa Shoko's voice was high-pitched, then soft and weak, as if she were panting.

"Who are you?" Yamada Ryo looked at her long, light blue hair and calmly grabbed the iced orange juice in his hand. "I made it myself. Want some?"

“No, thank you…” Toyokawa Shoko’s lips were pale. She shook her head and went straight to the point, “You know Kaede, right?”

"I'm so curious... I've always been so curious..."

Shoko Toyokawa clutched her stomach and sat down, looking slightly pained. When she arrived, Ako had distributed ice cream to everyone, which she had accepted; now she was getting it back.

Yamada Ryo saw her sit down clutching her stomach and mentioned Kaede.

That erratic thought process somehow led me to rock and roll.

Yamada Ryo: "Don't tell me you're pregnant with Kaede's child. Even if it is, it's not mine. I'm on stage, you can take your revenge, but I'm innocent."

Toyokawa Shoko: "Huh?"

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Something Only a Bassist Could Do: The Three of Us

Pregnancy, revenge... This is outrageous! Can a normal person even think of this?

Shoko Toyokawa took the phone number and ran off; she always felt that Ryo Yamada had a problem with his thought process.

Until the figure with long, light blue hair squeezed into the crowd again, the noisy voices and rolling music filled the space once more, and the ice in the tall glass in front of her sank to the bottom and melted again.

Yamada Ryo leaned back in her chair, sighed, and thought, "These things are so confusing; I don't want to think about them." Using strange words to scare Toyokawa Shoko away for now was also part of her social tactic.

In the eyes of others, Yamada Ryo has always been a strange person.

Yamada Ryo cleared her mind and quietly listened to her favorite song.

The stage lights were dazzling, and the echoing guitar and drum sounds, along with the music played by Kikusato Hiroi on stage, created layers of ups and downs.

During the pause at the end of the song, Naruzawa Kaede looked around.

On stage, everyone was sweating profusely. The fast-paced changes, combined with the warm air from the store's heater, and the applause and cheers from the audience, filled the originally cool stage with a stuffy heat and passion.

Eliza Shimizu was quietly flexing her fingers, wiping the sweat from her palms with a handkerchief. Shima Iwashita's large drum was behind her; Kaede Narusawa glanced at it, her eyes closed, her drumsticks tapping lightly up and down, waiting for the model Hiroi Kikuri would provide.

At that moment, Kikuri Hiroi raised her bass above her head with one hand and began to sing impromptu into the microphone.

In the past, she might have already started acting crazy while drunk.