Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

While I was cleaning, the sound of bass guitar and Kiku's singing came from the corridor.

Hiroi Kikuri hums syllables that she herself may not understand, but occasionally you can hear lyrics that you can understand.

"Popular but outdated, speculative banter~"

"To become an expert, all you need to do is follow the latest trends!"

Whether or not faith exists is no longer important.

The bass guitar delivered a distinct rhythm, and Kikuri Hiroi's deep, husky voice sang a lyrical lament that could melt your bones. The empty corridor resonated with the echoing sounds of a live concert.

While shaking his leg, Mingze Feng continued to explore the room.

The refrigerator was full of alcohol, and so was the closet; it was all stored away a long time ago. Hiroi Kikuri often pulled out boxed beer from her clothes; a box costs 100 yen at a convenience store, and that was the same kind of beer she smashed at the bar that day.

By selling a few bottles of cheap liquor costing around 100 yuan, they boosted sales of other liquors in the store. Afterwards, the store manager praised Hiroi Kikuri as a marketing genius.

Although Kikuri Hiroi was definitely out of her mind when she smashed the bottle, she didn't think about what would happen next.

"These were all gifts from fans."

On the doorway, Hiroi Kikuri sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, chuckling. She held her bass guitar in her arms, the soundboard resting on her thighs.

"You asked your fans for it; Shima-san mentioned this before."

It's perfectly normal for fans to give gifts to Eliza Shimizu and Shima Iwashita, but only Kikuri Hiroi would so casually say something like "Please give me some sake" to a fan.

Opening the wardrobe, a pungent smell of dampness and decay mingled with the inside. There were several different coats and a few pieces of clothing identical to the halter-neck dress worn by Kikuto Hiroi.

Aside from that, her only belongings were bedding for sleeping on the floor and duct tape for sealing the windows. Perhaps the most valuable thing in the building was the bass guitar that Hiroi Kikuri owned.

It's so bad that even a thief would cry if they came.

Fortunately, it wasn't frozen yet, so we could still get some rusty tap water. After an hour of hard work, the room was sparkling clean.

After all, there's nothing in this room that needs tidying up; you just need to put the trash in a bag and then take it to the door.

"Wow, cleaning really does make things so much cleaner! Okay! Feng, is there anything you want to hear?"

Kikuri Hiroi held the bass guitar steadily, even with just one hand. It was a mystery how such a slender arm could possess such unwavering strength.

Naruzawa Kaede thought for a moment, "Kikuri, speaking of yesterday afternoon, did Hoshika say anything to you?"

Hiroi Kikuri squinted her eyes.

Did she say anything? Hiroi Kikuri doesn't quite remember.

Hiroi Kikuri was quite drunk, and Narusawa Kaede quickly gave up asking questions and instead chased after Hiroi Kikuri all over the building.

Although it seems illogical, this building does indeed only have one tenant, Hiroi Kikuri.

Before my eyes, the corridor lights flickered on and off.

The rustling wind rushed in through the leaky windows and even the broken windows, the doors creaked and rattled, and the walls seemed to have large holes, through which cold air poured into the corridor.

The cold crept up his trouser legs, and Naruzawa Kaede shivered; the shivering of his bones actually warmed him up. He was determined to persuade Hiroi Kikuri to move out of there, or even stay at his place.

Naruzawa Kaede can move in with Yamada Ryo on her own.

The old, decaying door rattled and clattered in the wind.

The wind drilled into the omnipresent analysis, emitting a high-pitched and eerie cry.

The narrow, empty corridor was lit up with lights, which flickered and hissed.

Kikuri Hiroi's lyrics contain words like "ghost" and "drink, drink."

Thinking about it carefully, would Kikuri Hiroi really turn on all the lights while walking...?

Forget it, it's best not to think about it anymore.

The ethereal, echoing vocals continued, the bassist's voice remaining remarkably steady.

Naruzawa Kaede called out a few more times, but it seemed as if there was a barrier between him and Hiroi Kikuri.

But no one could be seen.

I wish that familiar long purple hair, that slender figure, could suddenly appear.

Mingze Feng knocked on the wall, and the wooden wall echoed with a tapping sound.

"Kikuri, where did you run off to?"

The singing was still coming from the other end of the corridor.

After walking along the corridor for an unknown amount of time, I saw a familiar door; it was Hiroi Kikuri's room.

After going around in circles, we've come back here.

As she approached the door, Kikuri Hiroi's singing grew louder and louder—there was no mistake. Behind the door, Kikuri Hiroi was playing bass in her room.

Turning back, the corridor was plunged into complete darkness. The other side of the road was also devoid of light.

Naruzawa Kaede swallowed hard, squeezed into Hiroi Kikuri's room, and closed the door behind him.

The room felt spacious because of its cleanliness. By the window, Hiroi Kikuri sat on the floor, leaning against the windowsill. Her head was tilted back, and her delicate skin appeared very white in the moonlight. A down jacket and a cotton overcoat were placed under her, against the wall.

Hiroi Kikusato was drinking through a straw, her long, purplish-red hair flowing down her shoulders. Behind her was the moon, its light swirling around her fingers. The hazy night, combined with her expression, created an indescribable beauty.

Ming Zefeng suspected that she must have calculated the time he would enter the room in advance, and that she might have been in this position for more than ten minutes.

Hiroi Kikuri tilted her head back, resting the round and magnificent moon against the gleaming glass window. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her delicate features were slightly distorted, breaking the aloofness of the moonlit beauty.

"Brother Feng...I..."

I'm hungry...

Gululu...

As expected, Kikuri Hiroi could never be completely beautiful.

Ming Zefeng sighed, "What time do you think it is now, my little baby?"

"Waaaaah, there's a convenience store 300 meters south of downstairs, please!"

Naruzawa Kaede nodded, then lowered his hands from the door latch and looked at Hiroi Kikuri, "Let's go together."

Hiroi Kikuri narrowed her eyes, then stood up while bursting into unrestrained laughter, "Ahhh, I get it. Kaede-kun was scared, wasn't he~"

As Hiroi Kikuri walked past and patted her on the shoulder, Narusawa Kaede also sneered and unceremoniously scratched her waist, making the already laughing Hiroi Kikuri even happier.

Chapter 73 Hiroi Kikusato, Meteor, Winter Camping (2)

Oden and mala tang are not very different; they are probably just made differently in different regions, but they are essentially the same.

The rising steam is a balm for winter, a bonfire in the cold night; the piping hot meatballs and the juicy lucky bags warm the hungry stomachs of those who cannot sleep in the dead of night.

They finally managed to pull Hiroi Kikuri out of her haunted little house. Narusawa Kaede didn't plan to go back anytime soon. Right now, Hiroi Kikuri was eating skewers, and her eyes were squinting with laughter.

The exhaled hot air condensed upon contact with the air, turning into a light white mist that covered half of Hiroi Kikuri's face.

This ethereal atmosphere sang in Narusawa Kaede's heart. He was just a hair's breadth away from coming up with the perfect melody to weave the backdrop for Hiroi Kikuri.

"Ah, that's awesome!"

The purple-haired fairy shouted, and the veil on her face fell, revealing a skewer held between her right pinky and ring fingers, two of the dumplings already gone. Her remaining three fingers held a wine box with a straw inserted.

Then another meatball went down, and her pink lips were already holding the end of the straw, gulping...

"It's so dry in winter, so wonderful! So warm, so cool!"

Still feeling cold? You'll be sick tomorrow.

Mingze Feng silently raised his eyes and looked at the bright moon in the sky, while reminding himself of the principle of "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you".

In the end, I still want to sew up Hiroi Kikuri's mouth!

Naruzawa Kaede snatched the box from Hiroi Kikuri's hand. It was about half full. At this temperature, the drinks were naturally ice-cold and there was no hint of Hiroi Kikuri's body temperature or any other kind of allure.

It's also ice-cold when you drink it.

"Eating meatballs together with hot and cold foods can upset your stomach."

"Okay, okay," Hiroi Kikuri pouted coquettishly, "It's just like the troublesome advisor I had when revising my thesis in college."

"...How about we go and thank them for their hard work another day?"

“It’s going to be tough,” Kikuto Hiroi sighed. “An alumnus like me is really a disgrace to the university. I’ll have a hard time even getting in.”

"Then let's become outstanding alumni."

"Let thousands of audience members fill the venue, let the voices of the world join ours—"

Hiroi Kikuri stopped and turned around, then tiptoed to touch Narusawa Kaede's head.

"I wasn't drunk..."

Mingze Feng removed her hand, "What can you touch with gloves on?"

"Then lower your head a little..."

"What's wrong... um..."

Hiroi Kikuri's face was cool, carrying the smell of thick soup and alcohol.

At this moment, she squinted her eyes again, rubbed her face, and chuckled happily.

Perhaps it was because the steam from the oden pot had been on her face for a while, but now her face was damp and slippery.

"Feng, your face is a little hot."

"You..."

Naruzawa Kaede held Hiroi Kikuri's hand.

Kikuri Hiroi chuckled, their arms swaying together. The cold night was quiet, with few people around, and only a few couples scattered along the streets.

I don't know what time it is. The area around here is a residential area, not as bustling as the city center.

Walking along the edge of the street, the city's edge is less brightly lit and colorful. Three- to five-story buildings stand side by side, and various signs hang on the facades of the closed shops.

But even here, Christmas decorations have been hung up, and although there are still more than ten days to go, red and white decorations can already be seen everywhere.

Mingze Feng looked up at the moon, which was now a full moon. The moon's light was bright enough to overshadow the ordinary stars, except for one star that shone exceptionally bright beside the moon.

That's Sirius, the brightest star in the winter night sky.

Suddenly, a bright spot appeared a short distance to the right between the moon and Sirius, about a foot in front of me. Then, a pure white line slid out, getting shorter and shorter, before disappearing at a point.

What a coincidence, is that a shooting star?

"It's a shooting star!"

Kikuri Hiroi: "Let's make a wish! I'll go first!"

The plastic bag went into Naruzawa Kaede's arms, and Hiroi Kikuri even took off her gloves and clasped his hands together. Naruzawa Kaede looked at her from the stars, the gloves in his hands still carrying the warmth of Hiroi Kikuri's touch.

Hiroi Kikuri's small lips parted slightly, silently uttering something. The breath she exhaled instantly turned into mist before her, and the mist formed of her wishes dissipated into the night sky.

Maybe Santa Claus will receive it.

Although wishes don't come true if you say them out loud, who can blame you when Mingze Feng has such amazing abilities?

[I hope...to be with everyone, Kaede, Shima, Eliza. Our singing filled the venue with thousands of people, and made the voices of the world join us...]

It's really a wish; I don't even know who will win next year's match against Roselia.

But as for wishes... career, love... I hope Yamada Ryo's place doesn't explode, and I hope Hiroi Kikuri can recover her health.

Hiroi Kikuri opened her eyes and saw Narusawa Kaede staring at her.

The young woman, usually so carefree, seemed a little uncomfortable now. She touched her cheek and urged Mingze Feng to make a wish quickly.

"I've finished making my wishes," Mingze Feng said. "I wish you good health."

"Oh dear, wishes won't come true if you say them out loud!"

"It's alright. Just take good care of yourself. They say evil people live for a thousand years. I think you can live to at least ninety-nine."

Mingze Feng sighed, "And at this rate, forget about Santa Claus, even believing in light won't help."

"Oh dear, I've always been very mindful of the amount I drink!"

Hiroi Kiku put her gloves back on, her voice softening and becoming more composed, unlike her usual lively self. "And, I promised you... I've always been more talk than action, but, Kaede, I promised you this time."

“I believe you. I never believe what drunkards say, but who told you to be Hiroi Kikuri? Speaking of which, Kikuri.”