Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Then he saw Toyokawa Shoko's face fall.

[Perfect attendance bonus: 97,000 after tax; other miscellaneous expenses: 86,000... Rent: 130,000; utilities: 3,000... If I only eat free udon noodles in the cafeteria after this month... I'm sick of it. This month I won't even get the 120 yen set meal! Damn it! ...

Mingze Feng was stunned; he was truly and utterly stunned.

This description is so unique!

Are all working people this crazy before going to work...? Hmm, seems about right.

In short, will there be eight thousand left...?

Toyokawa Shoko grew increasingly agitated, but could only keep it to herself. Then she noticed the person in front of her staring at her intently. Toyokawa Shoko crossed her arms to cover her chest, cautiously taking a step back, barely managing to maintain a calm expression, and pulled out five 1000 yen bills.

"...Five thousand yen, any more and we'll call the police."

[If you look at me again, I'll blow your mind!]

Toyokawa Shoko stood there with a forced smile, and no one could tell what she was thinking. Just by standing there, she seemed to be the epitome of elegance and tranquility, and her aloof expression, which kept strangers at bay, added to her icy beauty and cold arrogance.

Her eyes were still bright, her gaze was straight, and there was even something that could be described as dignified between her brows and eyes.

If Mingze Feng hadn't seen that bunch of indescribable things, if he hadn't received the customer service badge from the logistics department, he would have definitely mistaken the person in front of him for a lady from a wealthy family or a princess.

Calm down and think carefully.

This contrast is neither erotic nor interesting; in fact, it made Mingze Feng feel oppressed. If this were a novel, this contrast would be enough to make the writer question whether writing this was a way to appease fans, and to make readers question his intelligence and the logic of the book.

But ultimately, does this text truly convey her innermost thoughts? Are these the thoughts of this seemingly perfect and carefree girl? Or... is it just that Mingze Feng believes she should be like this, and that's why he saw these things?

Unbeknownst to Ming Zefeng, he was now recalling the warnings he had seen that morning, such as the fact that he couldn't outmaneuver them.

There is absolutely no falsehood in this.

All he remembered was facing Toyokawa Shoko's gaze, feeling as if he had been stripped naked, and a soul-searching and physical torture was about to unfold. He felt a sticky sensation between his toes and sweat on his palms, as if he had become a middle school student and the other person was a stern-faced headmaster.

"I'm here to ask you for the 180 yen for my lunch..."

The student, who had made some mistake, revealed his past.

"what?"

The head of the teaching department was stunned. It felt like suddenly discovering that a student had pulled down his underwear, making him blush.

Shoko Toyokawa was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.

[Oh, it was him. He only wanted the bento box money... Did I misunderstand? Taking out my anger on a stranger is terrible; I should apologize.]

Toyokawa Shoko's lips curled into a mechanical, professional smile, a smile that seemed to have been practiced countless times. It utterly destroyed the youthful energy on her delicate face, as if sending everything into the twilight of a factory.

She lowered her voice and said, "I'm so sorry, please accept this two thousand yen. It really helped me a lot by returning this employee ID card."

It was because everything he saw was so contradictory, and yet Toyokawa Shoko, being the embodiment of so many contradictions, could still speak to him with such politeness and a smile.

She had an unhappy family background, faced academic difficulties, worked part-time to earn money, and lived frugally, yet she was also bound by something.

The thought flashed through Mingze Feng's mind: 'She's almost broken... or rather, she's already broken.'

"I can't accept this..." "Please accept it."

"Ah!" Toyokawa Shoko glanced at the time. "I'm a bit rushed here, so I won't chat with you any longer~" She finished speaking very quickly and ran into the company without saying another word.

Mingze Feng watched her figure disappear into the building.

I saw that unchanged text.

"She doesn't need help. If a pushover insists on lending a hand, then expect her prickly exterior to pierce through your hand."

In the end, only Mingze Feng knew her name, and it was very difficult for him to know her.

As for Toyokawa Shoko, she didn't even ask his name.

The correct use of narration in Chapter Nine

Toyokawa Shoko left a deep impression on Narusawa Kaede, so much so that no matter where he went that afternoon, he would think of her straight back, decisive steps, and indifferent face.

The hazy memories were swept away by Toyokawa Shoko's aloof demeanor. The transition from the two-dimensional to the three-dimensional world brought about a more defined and corrected appearance. Before this, Naruzawa Kaede never imagined that he would be transported into the two-dimensional world and become a minor character on the street.

However, judging from the scenes where he met Yamada Ryo, he must have been an important character.

Naruzawa Kaede remembered several band anime series she had watched before, their names, their stories, and the youth they played.

Lonely Rock, Mygo—I wonder if there are any others.

His sudden intrusion unexpectedly interrupted Yamada Ryo and Ijichi Nijika's rooftop get-together, leaving it uncertain whether they would ever meet again. He and Toyokawa Shoko brushed past each other; their lives seemed to be parallel lines. What could possibly happen between them now?

Also, I'm really bad at playing the piano... Although I managed to connect with Yamada Ryo on a brainwave for a while thanks to my cheat code, I always felt that Naruzawa Kaede would be kicked out by her later.

(Boring, cheesy, don't bother me) Something like that.

It seems quite fitting for Yamada Ryo to say this.

So he needs to practice more. Yamada Ryo probably left the bass to him because of this.

.......

No, no!

Why did I suddenly have such dejected thoughts? It must be because the gravitational field around Toyokawa Shoko was too heavy, making my self-confidence droop.

The memories remain unchanged, but the body returns to the age of fifteen or sixteen.

After resting and adjusting for two days, Mingze Feng became energetic, but also became sentimental and prone to overthinking.

Youth is like the sun at six or seven o'clock in the morning, sometimes shrouded in dark clouds, sometimes turning into the setting sun.

He walked along the road, leaving the passersby and the setting sun behind.

The pedestrians on the street included those going home from get off work and those going to work. Groups of students were also there after school, their suits and sailor uniforms adding color to the horizon.

[Huizi-chan is waiting for me at home...]

[Walking into the sunset on the night shift feels like walking towards a graveyard.]

Mingze Feng's gaze drifted to the lines of world narration. The world was colorful and vibrant, and the crimson at the horizon was the forgotten afterglow of the sun.

The completely different sensation under his feet made him stop in his tracks. It was incredibly resilient, sinking slightly underfoot, like a skin encasing something.

It really was a shoe, a high heel... The veins on her fair instep were faintly visible, and following her smooth calf, one could see the woman's entire face. She was wearing a long dress with a jacket draped over her shoulders, her face flushed with a mocking blush, and she was holding a can of beer in her hand. Beside her legs were half a dozen unopened beer cans.

And a big exclamation mark... a character from the story?

Naruzawa Kaede subconsciously searched through the two band anime series that had already aired to see if there was such a character, and also took a closer look at this stunning beauty.

She leaned against the flower bed, a handheld speaker beside her, her bass bag slung over her shoulder. Perhaps because she was drunk, her legs were stretched out, and Mingze Feng, walking close to the roadside, accidentally stepped on them.

"Hey buddy, could you please move your foot away first?"

She seemed quite lucid. Despite having her foot stepped on, she wasn't angry; instead, she spoke with a bold, Northeastern flair.

Mingze Feng moved his feet away, but didn't look away.

Her name should be... Hiroi Kikuri.

An exclamation mark gradually faded away.

[Disbandment Crisis: A senior member suddenly announced his retirement and isn't answering his phone. The group is about to collapse! It's doomed! This is terrible!]

[A beautiful woman drowning her sorrows in alcohol needs someone to take her out... or maybe not. Reward: One drunken beauty... just kidding.]

[Reward to be claimed: Ensemble Skill Up↑]

"..."

Mingze Feng racked his brains for information. He positioned his bass bag against the edge of the flowerbed, then sat down in the same position, across the case of beer bottles.

Approaching someone is like an art of hunting. First, you need to maintain the right distance while the prey is still wary, so that she can relax.

Hiroi Kikuri watched him silently, her drunken eyes glancing at the bass bag before she chuckled softly, "I, your older sister, don't need a high schooler to comfort me. Please let me be alone for a while."

[My little lamb, you're so charmed by me, I don't have time to play with you right now... By the way, this bass is really expensive...]

No, I wasn't wearing a high school uniform... but this misunderstanding helped him.

Mingze Feng vaguely felt that he had found the correct way to use this narration.

"Drinking alone only drowns your sorrows. Drinking alone, even outside, is just another way to drown your sorrows." He opened a can of liquor and gestured to clink glasses. "That's when you need someone to drink with you, don't you think?"

Hiroi Kikuri hung her head and naturally didn't move.

No way, I'm not even fully grown yet...

"Cough..." Mingze Feng had been watching this place out of the corner of his eye, and he choked immediately.

"Ha, hahaha!" Hiroi Kikuri slapped her thigh, pointed her slender index finger at Narusawa Kaede's face, and laughed without any restraint.

Ming Zefeng rolled his eyes at her. "If you come again, you'll come with me."

Hiroi Kikuri shook the sake bottle with amusement.

"Come again?"

An open sake jar was handed to her. Hiroi Kikuri took it, and then another sake jar clinked against hers.

She suddenly felt something was wrong, but Mingze Feng had already put the wine jar to his lips and was gently prying at the bottom of the jar.

Hiroi Kikuri then drank it as well.

She clearly remembered that she hadn't planned to drink it, but she couldn't resist anyway. Perhaps, as the student said, it was just to relieve boredom between the two of them.

After a few mouthfuls, he ate it.

“Sigh, I have a friend,” Mingze Feng blurted out, “She broke up with the band she used to play in, and deleted all her old contact information, completely deleted it... Of course, it could also be that her phone bill was overdue.”

"Her friends must be so worried!" Hiroi Kikuri crushed the empty can in her hand. "My stupid senior is the same, she just said goodbye and ran away! She even said we'd hang out together after graduation!"

Mingze Feng handed her another can, demonstrating his skill at opening it with one hand. The second art of striking up a conversation: don't let the other person stop thinking about other things.

Kikuri Hiroi casually replied, "Thank you..."

Hiroi Kikuri remembers very clearly what happened afterward.

Hiroi Kikuri talks about her uneventful past, mentions her senior who formed a band with her, and complains about her university dormitory. While alcohol was allowed on campus, it was permitted to sneak into the international student dormitories, where Chinese international students brought local specialties from their hometowns.

They were just drinking beer and chatting. Gradually, the conversation shifted from Hiroi Kiku to Narusawa Kaede, and she listened to Narusawa Kaede tell a story. A young man, due to family misfortune, was alone and unfamiliar with the world. In this city of steel and concrete, he fell in love with music after seeing the girl next door practicing guitar day after day for three years.

Hiroi Kiku's face turned even redder. She had already finished the bottle of wine she brought at the beginning, and was now drinking the wine she bought from the store behind her that had the Folt sign.

Chapter Ten Performance, Continuous Performance, Continued Performance

As a boy, I once found a second-hand instrument to practice bass. It was second-hand, actually dug out of a recycling center.

I also learned basic music theory and fingering in my spare time during that period. The memories became clearer and clearer; I remembered everything.

Mingze Feng sighed, "That boy died on his way here, carrying his dream with him."

"Ha... So not only can't I find my old home, but I can't even find the person I practiced playing the piano with so I could play together... So I simply gave up on this dream... but instead I received an invitation to be taken care of by a rich and beautiful girl."

[I'm drunk, not stupid. You think you can make this up? I can do that too.]

Hiroi Kikuri raised her arm, pointed her thumb at the photo of 'folt', and patted her chest, saying, "This is my territory, isn't that awesome?"

"However, although I can't find that girl of yours, let's play a duet together."

"I'm going to the guitar inside. Little Feng, you wait for me here!"

"Let me tell you, to hell with those groups, if we don't want to play, we don't want to play! Later, you'll come with me, little brother, and we'll become the King of Shinjuku!"

"Wait, wait for me to come back!"

Seeing her unsteady gait, Mingze Feng, worried, grabbed their belongings and followed her.

Then, as soon as he entered the door, he heard someone say, "I'm going to pursue my dreams!"

Kikuri Hiroi walked out carrying a guitar, with two or three people waving behind her: "Kikuri, be happy!"

Then he was pulled to the side of the road.

The bass guitar was also in hand.

Kikumi Hiroi casually set up the speakers and plugged them in. Then she turned her face, about to speak, but seemed a little lost.

What was the name again? Did I mention it earlier?