Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Shiina Tatsuki immediately recognized her as the member who had left the group without permission. Her hairstyle and clothes were unchanged, as was her posture while playing the keyboard...

Wearing a mask is the same as not wearing one at all; what can it possibly cover?

Shiina Ritsuki gritted her teeth; she hated this guy. She couldn't contact Akari again after that; he must have been seriously injured.

This guy actually has the nerve to sing here.

"Tch..." Shiina Ritsuki made no attempt to hide her disgust. "His singing is absolutely terrible."

"You can't treat the guests like that."

Beside Shiina Tatsuki, Toyama Kasumi patiently explained to her, and even taught her by example that everyone has a starting point, and as long as you work hard, things will definitely get better and better.

And shh—listen quietly.

"I was woken up from my sleep by a knock on the door, but I was still unsure."

How could such a moving melody be playing on the rooftop across the street?

I quietly closed the door and went upstairs with hope in my heart.

"It turns out to be the person who often appears in my dreams."

The room gradually fell silent, and many people detected a different quality in Toyokawa Shoko's singing. Everyone held their breath, and some took out their phones to film.

"this is..."

Some people have also found the original lyrics and music, which have been published on the NicoNico website.

It's still a duet version.

Isn't this right?

Shiina Tatsuki stared at Toyokawa Shoko on the stage with a snort and wide eyes, but she also heard the singing that accompanied the piano.

Shiina Tatsuki hesitated for a moment, some images in her mind seemed to have been forgotten, but now they came back to her.

Some of the past is gradually becoming clearer.

Back then, Takamatsu was very young, which evoked a strong protective instinct in people. Of course, it's the same now.

Having been constantly overwhelmed by her older sister, Shiina Tatsuki finally found a place where she could breathe a sigh of relief.

That place is called Crychic, and that person is called Takasatsu Teng.

It was that Toyokawa Shoko who brought everyone together.

"..."

"That person is the one from my dream."

"That blurry figure"

We share the same understanding~

Now everyone is in different places, and even if we are in the same house, we are like strangers.

Shiina Tatsuki's eyes also uncontrollably welled up with tears.

But she wasn't the only one with tears in her eyes.

"So it was on this rooftop that we had our beautiful encounter."

"Singing your song on the rooftop"

"On the rooftop with my loved ones"

As the song ended, Toyokawa Shoko finished playing the piano with the last note.

Hundreds of people gathered here, yet it was so quiet you could almost hear the electric currents pulsating.

The next moment, as if it had been preordained, thunderous applause erupted and lasted for a long time.

Toyokawa Shoko smiled and her eyes narrowed as she laughed.

Debut battle, a success.

This is a small step for Ring, but a giant leap for Shoko Toyokawa as she started from scratch.

Naruzawa Kaede had no idea what Toyokawa Shoko had done. But on his phone, the download and playback data for those audio clips suddenly looked much better.

A masked keyboardist is performing covers of his songs in various concert halls.

Mingze Feng roughly knew who it was, but he never thought of looking for them.

They just kept uploading songs quietly.

Of course, unlike the solitary Toyokawa Shoko, Narusawa Kaede has a team.

Volume 1: Finding an Old Lover

Chapter One: Tokyo Grand Stage, Come If You're Sick

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!

—This is what Shoko Toyokawa wrote in her parting words.

He was not saddened by the girl's departure for a moment, because she had already healed that sadness.

Next to arrive at the battlefield was Naruzawa Kaede, who was now alone again.

The love nest they built together returned to silence after the hustle and bustle of Christmas and New Year's Day. The air was still filled with the faint fragrance of Toyokawa Shoko. They just didn't know when they would see each other again.

After bidding farewell to Xiangzi, Mingze Feng naturally returned here. The moment he lay down on the bed, the pent-up frustration in his chest finally dissipated.

Go then, fly high. Like a fledgling eagle destined to soar, Toyokawa Shoko is determined to break free from the shackles that bind her, wanting to become herself as a human being.

As her soulmate and physical partner, I can't very well stop her.

"ha..."

Fatigue and drowsiness washed over me like a stream, from my shoulders to my lower back and brain. My heart beat slowly, and my breathing became gentle.

Fell asleep.

On the one hand, I'm physically exhausted these past few days, and on the other hand, I'm mentally exhausted.

Before Toyokawa Shoko left, he didn't even need to turn on his phone while staying at home. He could spend the whole day just cuddling a girl's soft body.

Now you can't hear anyone else breathing in the room.

It was so quiet you could hear your own breathing, the windowpane slid through the gaps in the bars, and the bed creaking slightly as you moved.

"..."

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't even tell if I had fallen asleep.

I just felt a sense of... emptiness.

The familiar wooden ceiling held the familiar chandelier. But the blanket, partially pulled back, held no familiar face.

Beside the bed, in the mirror.

The small mirror, originally bought for Shoko's convenience in dressing up, now reflects Narusawa Kaede's face, which Shoko Toyokawa considers quite good.

She had faint dark circles under her eyes.

The gilded text was jumping around, sometimes displaying the message "You're broke, wake up," and sometimes leaping into the realm of philosophical nothingness.

Some say freedom is often found in chains, while others say freedom means doing whatever is permitted without prohibition.

It's not that complicated.

[Shoko Toyokawa is doing what she wants to do; she's doing things according to her own sense of purpose. Freedom is that simple.]

So, wake up! Your wallet's empty! And remember you ate everything in the fridge?

[If this continues, you'll be the one who loses your freedom!]

"..."

Yeah, Mingze Feng is broke. He can't even afford his next meal.

Just in the early hours of the morning, he put on a real show of masculinity in front of Toyokawa Shoko. You could say he left with practically nothing.

Even Toyokawa Shoko didn't expect that he wouldn't leave her anything.

[So, he's just going to freeload off me after all?]

Naruzawa Kaede looked away from the mirror. Although his own narration always came up with some bad ideas, this time it actually made some sense.

The question then becomes whose meal are you going to mooch off?

Ichiji...not a good place to go, so I'll pass. Yamada Ryo and Iwashita Shima both left Tokyo; I wonder if they've returned.

Narusawa Kaede isn't as thick-skinned as Hiroi Kikuri, so it's unlikely he'd go to the homes of ordinary friends. Therefore, Hachiman Kairin and many others are out of the running.

Asking the manager of the Flot store to treat you to a meal might seem a bit too informal.

That leaves Hiroi Kikuri and Shimizu Eliza.

As expected, is Shimizu Eliza the most reliable one?

Do you think Kikuri Hiroi might be mooching off Eliza Shimizu's apartment right now, eating, drinking, using the bathroom, and maybe even sleeping there?

"There's a chance it could be as high as ten or even nine out of ten."

The house where Hiroi Kikuri lives is even older than this old apartment building, and it's also haunted. Only someone as carefree and fun-loving as Hiroi Kikuri could live there and be so content.

Speaking of Hiroi Kikuri, Narusawa Kaede had another idea.

It's just a meal.

I guess I'll just have to find a subway station to busk.

Don't close the mirror! Look at me again!

Are you sure you don't need to practice? You haven't touched a guitar in over ten days.

【And there's more】

[6 music fragments have been saved. Every 5 fragments can provide creative inspiration. The duration of the inspiration depends on music theory knowledge and concentration.]

Creative inspiration?

The dismal viewership on NicoNico made Mingze Feng realize that what he uploaded might not suit the tastes of netizens.

In this era of big girl bands, it seems that people prefer pop-style rock, or pop with a lot of rock.

I don't know if this inspiration was a sudden, overwhelming moment or an instant boost to my understanding.

Mingze Feng perked up, took out the guitar bag from the corner of the wall. After being left there for dozens of days, a layer of dust had fallen onto the cloth strap.

When he opened the zipper and grabbed the string bridge, Mingze Feng realized that his strings were not loose.

"..."

At that time, I finished the last performance of last year with Hiroi Kikuri and the others, then had sex with Hoshika, then went to Yamada Ryona, and then came back and hung out with Shoko for two weeks.

Ah, Qin, thank you for your hard work.

But oh well, what else can we do now that things have come to this?

Holding the guitar close to his chest, Mingze Feng could feel that it wasn't just his old friends cheering; even the muscles in his arms and the joints between his fingers were speaking of nostalgia and passion.

Unconsciously, a smile crept onto my lips.

Mingze Feng pulled up a chair and sat by the window, leaning against the wall in his most relaxed and favorite posture, plucking the strings of his instrument.

The midday sun slanted in through the window, piercing through Mingze Feng's short, wispy hair.

Toyokawa Shoko chose the path of hard work, and Narusawa Kaede thought to himself that he couldn't fall behind either.

My fingers danced, as if the guitar were singing. I've definitely gotten a little rusty playing. With musical instruments, if you don't touch them for a while, you have to rediscover that feel.

But his basic skills remained intact, and as his fingertips plucked each string, Mingze Feng gradually regained his form.

Mingze Feng glanced at the musical inspiration suggested in the mirror and thought he might as well try it out.

"Fuck!"

As soon as he confirmed this idea, the gilded gold color suddenly intensified, filling the entire room with a dazzling gold.

Almost as soon as the light appeared, Mingze Feng instinctively closed his eyes. But it was no use; the golden light pierced right through them.