Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

This feeling is like having a car headlight held directly in front of you, and not being allowed to close your eyes.

For a while, Mingze Feng began to take a cursory look around.

He saw his birth in this life, saw playing with the girl next door when he was young, saw starting to work when he was a teenager, saw dying suddenly in bed and then waking up again, and also saw Hiroi Kikuri's smiling face.

Hiroi Kikuri, holding a box of beer, looked at Narusawa Kaede with narrowed eyes, revealing a smile that showed her tiger teeth.

"Her smile is so innocent," Mingze Feng thought subconsciously.

Then the bright sunlight seemed to be covered by a thick curtain.

Naruzawa Kaede thought of Yamada Ryo, wondering if Vienna was just as cold at the beginning of the year.

Naruzawa Kaede thought of Ichiji Hoshika, but even now, he still didn't know what she was thinking.

Naruzawa Kaede thought of Toyokawa Shoko. The girl walked away lightly, and Naruzawa Kaede didn't know where she was now.

Can the flight to Vienna carry the dreams of that winter? Tokyo isn't big; could we meet again...?

Missing out often means regret and reminiscence. Chasing after our past selves, we repeatedly miss the direction we should be heading.

Losing something you once had doesn't mean you'll go back to the way things were before you had it.

Mingze Feng subconsciously adjusted the rhythm of his electric guitar, humming the melody that was gradually taking shape in his mind, followed by the lyrics.

"About that girl the one I let get away..."

......

The correction of melodies and the delivery of lines.

Everything is accomplished in my hands and in my mind.

"what is this?"

It feels like someone has stored a whole set of music production software and mixing equipment in their brain, as well as a big AI model for composing music.

After Mingze Feng found the key and chords of the piece, the complex changes in notes and the chaotic instrumental ensemble inexplicably harmonized in his mind.

A lyric that I just thought of, a rhythm I just jotted down, and in my mind I created a whole melody.

This ability... no, this talent, is already beyond the realm of the superhuman.

Even with his eyes closed, Mingze Feng could still clearly see the various musical scores and variations imprinted in his mind, and even the singing techniques were explained.

Even if you directly transplanted music from another parallel world, it wouldn't be possible to have this complete set.

[These skills come entirely from accumulated music theory knowledge and playing techniques. Didn't you notice there's no sheet music at all? It's not unlocked yet.]

So-called inspiration is merely a guiding force that helps one grasp that fleeting spark of inspiration. As the saying goes, "A masterpiece is born of nature, and a stroke of genius is often found by chance"—this is the essence of inspiration.

In other words, what you wrote was written by yourself, entirely through your own efforts.

"Should I allocate points to Deep Blue...?"

Naruzawa Kaede was self-aware enough to humbly admit that he couldn't compose music, let alone write lyrics. This song that came with the cheat code is pretty good; I'll find Hiroi Kikuri to listen to it together later.

Besides, who would call a casual glance at lanterns "giving a spark of inspiration"?

The gilded text leaps and changes: 【This is rock and roll】

If a person can perform multiple roles such as composing, singing, playing guitar, bass, drumming, and keyboard, where should they move to?

One person can handle it.

Mingze Feng had already shouldered his bag and was walking alone towards the subway station. He needed to find a place with plenty of people, but where he wouldn't be chased away by the police, to begin his day of busking.

"Sigh, why is it already dark?" Ming Zefeng frowned and glanced at his phone. It's ten o'clock?

Oh, it's already evening.

Gujiji—

Very hungry.

Mingze Feng really didn't expect that this song would take more than half a day to complete.

......

On a pedestrian crossing in Higashi-Shinjuku, Tokyo, Narusawa Kaede stopped to listen to a familiar melody.

Someone was playing the piano, specifically "Rooftop," and along with it came faint, almost inaudible, singing practice sounds. From a professional standpoint, Naruzawa Kaede could point out many flaws.

However, the girl's voice was both pleasant and familiar, which masked most of its shortcomings.

When Mingze Feng found the young lady by the stairs of the pedestrian overpass, he helped her get the remaining points deducted.

Her sky-blue long hair was very distinctive.

Watching the girl practicing her singing again and again at the bottom of the stairs, Naruzawa Kaede turned and left, casually filling in a score of 100 in his mind.

Tokyo is actually not a very big place.

You can encounter all of these.

Walk along the streets of Higashi-Shinjuku for a short distance.

Mingze Feng stopped at a bar called 'Flot'.

I greeted the store manager of Flot and learned that Hiroi Kikuri hadn't been here this month.

Is this really the same Hiroi Kikuri who doesn't come to the livehouse to freeload? Naruzawa Kaede then called Hiroi Kikuri, but unsurprisingly, her phone was switched off.

Looking at his phone, which displayed a message indicating that the other party's account was out of credit, Naruzawa Kaede found it difficult to express his feelings. In any case, he took a free rice ball from the shop and simultaneously called Shimizu Eliza.

This time it was answered instantly. On the other side, Eliza Shimizu, a night owl and creator, was taking a break while drawing.

Ultimately, Narusawa Kaede got the answer from there: Hiroi Kikuri wasn't there either. And...she'd never been.

Things are getting a little interesting.

That's ridiculous.

Eliza Shimizu volunteered to go with her to find the missing Kikuto Hiroi.

When Iwashita Shima received the news, she wasn't flustered. She said that Hiroi Kikuri should appear once she sobered up, so there was no need to worry about it for now.

Naruzawa Kaede still went to look for him.

The phone lines were busy even after paying the bill; the old apartment was deserted, the floor was covered in dust, and the bedding was completely unused. Narusawa Kaede even went to the bathhouse and izakaya that Hiroi Kikuri frequented, but the answers she received were remarkably consistent.

I haven't seen her recently. I think I saw her once during Christmas, but not since after New Year's.

I'm really panicking.

While searching back and forth around Higashi Shinjuku, and even as Narusawa Kaede was about to report the missing person to the police, Shimizu Eliza finally called.

It was Iwashita Shima who called Ijichi Seika.

Hiroi Kikuri is currently staying with Ijichi Seika. Or rather, since Christmas, Hiroi Kikuri has been taken in by a kind little girl to the Ijichi family.

In the days that followed, Kikuri Hiroi's status gradually diminished.

From my sister's friend, to my friend's girlfriend, to a truly shameless person.

Nijika Ichi gradually stopped smiling.

The Iji sisters' gazes grew increasingly hostile.

On this day, as usual, Ichiji Hoshika was doing her accounts at home when suddenly Iwashita Shima called. After a series of questions, she realized that it was Narusawa Kaede looking for Hiroi Kikuri.

Iwashita Shima: "...Senpai? Hoshika-senpai?"

Ichika Hoshika: "...I'll pass it on. Anything else?"

"The preliminary rounds haven't been confirmed yet, and it's time to submit the music list. I'm not in Tokyo, and I can't get through to Kikuri on the phone. Could you please remind her?"

Chapter Two: Hongxia: Something's not right.

Under repeated questioning from Ichiji Hoshika, Iwashita Shima finally revealed that it was Narusawa Kaede who was looking for Hiroi Kikuri.

"You came to me, but you're not even willing to make a phone call yourself?"

Ijichi Hoshika looked displeased.

On the other end of the phone, Iwashita Shima forced herself to say something nice. She knew about Hiroi Kikuri's messy affairs and thought that Hiroi Kikuri was the cause of the conflict between the two.

But if we don't see eye to eye, even a few words are too much.

in the room.

Not long after Ichika Hoshika hung up the phone, another call came in.

The phone screen displays the letter F, the first letter of Feng (枫).

Ichi Hoshika stared blankly at the screen, neither answering nor hanging up, just staring blankly at her own eyes on the black screen.

Even though it was her who dialed the number, she didn't want to answer it now.

Although the black screen didn't show her dark circles, Ichiji Hoshika could still see how tired she looked. Perhaps the main reason was that she'd been lying in bed reading comics for days, feeling cooped up at home.

But it was this bastard's fault.

"..."

The phone rang and then disappeared as the waiting continued, followed by a missed call marked in red and swallowed by the darkened screen.

Ichi Seika waited quietly for the next call, but it never came.

Ichika guessed that Narusawa Kaede might be waiting for her to fight back.

But Ijichi Hoshika wants him to attack.

When a woman starts to act unreasonably, she's really throwing a tantrum.

Especially girls who know they're throwing a tantrum; when they're being unreasonable, they really won't say a word.

Ijichi Seika puffed out her cheeks, sullenly went to the living room, and threw the phone call that never came into Hiroi Kikuri's arms.

"Those who come looking for you, fight them off, and then get out of here."

Ijiji Nijika, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, poked her head out, but seeing that no one in the living room was paying attention to her, she quickly ducked back inside. A rotten person needs a wicked person to deal with them; this person was practically rotting away in their house, and Ijiji Nijika thought it best to hand her over to Hoshika to handle. Ideally, she could also throw out tomorrow's trash while she was at it.

Thinking this, Ichiji Nijika subconsciously turned down the water flow, eavesdropping on the conversation in the living room.

Hiroi Kikuri had just finished showering when she was inexplicably angered. She was bewildered, but she picked up her phone and understood the situation when she saw the call log.

"How could it be looking for me, senior? Did you forget to answer? I'll call you back. That kid's great in every way, except he's so heartless..."

Is there anyone more heartless than you? Ijichi Nijika silently put away her favorite disc, while Hiroi Kiku's boisterous voice continued in the living room.

"But I can vouch for you, senior, that guy definitely likes you—ooh..."

"Keep your voice down!" came a low, angry roar from Ichichi Hoshika. "Nijika is still here."

"Haa... Nijika can't hear me, senpai, men need to be coaxed too..."

"Shut up, you bastard!"

"What does it have to do with anything? No names were mentioned."

"I told you to shut up, you're asking for a beating!"

I've heard you! And tell me your name quickly.

When Ichika Nijika heard the keyword, she was already crouching at the kitchen doorway, holding her breath and concentrating under the cover of the wall.

Her fiery red eyes sparkled with curiosity, and the triangular ahoge on her head trembled repeatedly. Ichiji Nijika had already gripped her phone tightly in her hand, her eyes blazing with gossip.

How would a girl who has just entered the third year of junior high school feel if she unexpectedly learned that her older sister, who is much older than her, has someone she likes? That's how Ichiji Nijika feels right now.

But the living room had fallen silent, with only muffled, painful howls audible.

Nijika held her breath and quietly peeked out.

Hiroi Kikuri was completely pinned to the ground, with Iji Tomo Seika holding one of her legs down and restraining both of Hiroi Kikuri's arms behind her back.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was wrong, senior, I was wrong!"

They're really close. They've got a good relationship.

After all, people you don't usually associate with wouldn't play such high-stakes games.

Sure enough, they must be close friends.

I wish that one day I could be like this with Ryo.