Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Ah. I'm not in the zone anymore.

Hiroi Kikuri suddenly felt troubled. She scratched her head, lost in thought, and wrote things like "loser" and "that's it" on a piece of paper. Then she started scribbling and revising.

【I ' ma LOSER，なんもないならどうなったっていいだろう】

At this moment, Kikuri Hiroi was in a state similar to an author immersed in the creation of a story, or someone who was forcibly interrupted while focusing on work.

Mingze Feng softened his movements and sat down on the other side of the bed.

He thought for a moment and then found some paper as well.

If you won't let me touch it, then I'll write it.

Snowflakes dancing in the night sky...

We looked up side by side.

"Hands clasped tightly together, and the warmth of those hands"

As Narusawa Kaede wrote, he kept an eye on the flickering words beside Hiroi Kikuri. As the only source of light in the room, the words were particularly captivating.

[Creator 3: Let the whole world hear my voice]

【Her wishes were fulfilled, yet she remained unsatisfied. The things that Hiroi Kikuri couldn't understand, she would express through lyrics and vibrant melodies.】

[Trait: Sudden Ideas (Claimed)]

You are more likely to get creative inspiration, but correspondingly, you are more prone to becoming careless, or rather, thoughtless.

"How did you even manage to write out the sheet music?!"

Even if it were a ghost, Hiroi Kikuri had never been so bewildered. She revised and rewrote a page of lyrics, and Narusawa Kaede was sitting next to her. As a result, the lyrics, along with the sheet music, appeared out of nowhere.

Mingze Feng scratched his head.

I don't know. I just wrote it down because I felt like it.

Shoko Toyokawa could write two band hits a week, that's true genius, you can't catch up without some kind of cheat code.

Hiroi Kikuri was shocked: "You, you, you!"

Naruzawa Kaede's Versailles-style reply made Hiroi Kikuri stutter.

Hiroi Kikuri didn't know what to say, but she felt incredibly unbalanced. It was the helplessness of a hardworking student seeing a genius around her who slacked off in class and slept after class, getting perfect scores without even studying.

She stared blankly at the paper in her hand, then sat up, cleared her throat, and prepared herself.

"どんな时もどこにいる时でも..."

"Strong, strong, hug, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, strong, and strong, hug, are strong -"

Hiroi Kikuri increasingly felt that she was the loser she had just written.

At that moment, Narusawa Kaede took out the bass guitar that Hiroi Kikuri had used. He strummed it and adjusted the strings.

Compared to the lyrics presented by Narusawa Kaede, those by Hiroi Kikuri are more powerful.

With a distinct rhythm, Hiroi Kikuri hummed along and sang along.

As the song ended, she reflected on the impromptu piece. Aside from a few parts that needed adjustment to match the lyrics, half of the song had already achieved the effect she wanted.

Even though she hummed the basic parts, the effect kept getting better and better in Mingze Feng's hands.

Kikuri Hiroi gasped, recalling the horror of being crushed by the geniuses in her research group during her university years.

"The two pieces are completely different in style."

Mingze Feng shook his head seriously, "Pop music encompasses everything."

Rock and roll is not pop, but it's unlikely that pop can be without rock and roll. In short, don't overthink it.

Let's change the music.

To their surprise, the daylight broke after this change.

......

With the competition approaching, I'm practicing the piano.

SickHack's presence in Flot's practice room grew more frequent as the unconfirmed match approached.

The three songs to be performed on stage have been finalized, and rehearsals are progressing smoothly. ScikHack, two adults in their early twenties, are ready to take on the younger generation.

Eliza Shimizu quickly adapted to this life and the band. Some of their songs differed in style from Kikuri Hiroi's usual pessimistic and escapist tone, which she, as a fan of anime and manga, quite liked.

Shima Iwashita was concerned about two things. First, the band itself was getting better and better. As Kikuri Hiroi's drunken outbursts decreased, many live performances lifted the ban on them.

As a result, talent agencies approached them. However, Kikuri Hiroi felt that signing a contract would restrict her freedom.

My teammates were supportive, and I decided to do it myself.

Eliza Shimizu was drawn to Kikuri Hiroi's music, and Shima Iwashita was the first teammate Kikuri Hiroi brought in; the two shared a deep friendship.

Naruzawa Kaede and Hiroi Kikuri are having an affair.

In short, this band is solid... probably.

Another thing is that Kikuri Hiroi's erratic outbursts haven't decreased at all. It's just that instead of harming the stage and the audience, she's shifted her focus to the stage itself.

Viewers who follow SickHack have gradually become accustomed to the recurring program after the band's performance.

The first time, Hiroi Kikuri couldn't resist and hugged Naruzawa Kaede, kissing her.

Then she couldn't hold back anymore during each performance.

An urban legend was born: the band's bassist would hug and bite the guitarist.

This led to some people shipping the characters as a couple. Hiroi Kikuri didn't understand, and neither did Narusawa Kaede.

But then Mingze Feng had a brilliant idea. He used the band's funds to order a batch of T-shirts from a clothing factory, and also ordered a batch of metal sheets. These things seem to be called millet.

It features him and Kikuri Hiroi.

Some were given away, and some were consigned to the store for sale.

The band's budget visibly increased.

Hiroi Kikuri also gradually became more abundant.

He ate and drank well, lived a carefree life, lacked exercise, and had a regular sleep schedule. His malnourished appearance improved, and his face became fuller and more elastic.

Everything is progressing in a positive direction.

Meanwhile, at the Ushigome Tansaku Concert Hall in Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo, Japan.

Tokyo International Music Competition, Japan - Classical Music - Preliminary Round.

As the black-clad fingers pressed the piano keys, the final notes lingered and echoed throughout the venue.

The vast stage was calm before the storm; everyone in the hall was still immersed in the magnificent destiny woven by Beethoven.

The hall was resplendent with gold and its layout was square and orderly. Before the grand piano, Toyokawa Shoko sat elegantly and quietly. It was hard to imagine that the furious, tempestuous rhythm just moments before had come from her hand.

The final movement of the Symphony of Fate is also the most resounding part of the entire piece.

Applause suddenly rang out from somewhere, bringing people back to their senses.

Its overwhelming momentum seemed to be pressing down on fate completely.

"Use C minor to embody the hero... to present the composer's most extroverted personality, and the performer should refuse any compromise at this point."

With 98 points, they advanced without a doubt, and were undoubtedly the dark horse of the finals.

Or rather, they can't even be called a dark horse. They've already secured the championship.

"The last piano prodigy like this was the daughter of the Bai Jin family. Who is it this time?" One of the judges had the idea of ​​taking on a student, and soon, the phone call he made was returned.

She is said to be the daughter of the Toyokawa Group, which is on par with the Hozon Group...

Details about the Toyokawa Group are unclear, but the Toyokawa Group received a congratulatory telegram from the head of state when the daughter of the Toyokawa Group celebrated her birthday. The Toyokawa Group and the Toyokawa Group are competitors in the real estate and pharmaceutical industries.

In other words, for anyone who dares to have designs on Toyokawa Shoko, Tokyo Bay will be their next home.

As a result, Toyokawa Shoko received the prize money for this competition with exceptional ease, even swiftness.

Three thousand Hong Kong dollars is roughly sixty thousand Japanese yen.

Looking at the prize money in her hand, the young lady, whom no one dared to offend, smiled so much that her eyes narrowed.

Now I'll have my food money for next month.

Toyokawa Shoko suddenly realized that she was still quite capable. She easily won the first round of the Tokyo area competition.

He's just blessed with the protagonist's halo.

And there is——

Keyboardist oblivitions, with her original vocals and outstanding keyboard skills, frequently appears on various live stages in Tokyo.

On one occasion, she even wore a ScikHack T-shirt with the design of Mingze Feng printed on it.

People watching both performances were excited.

Toyokawa Shoko handled them with ease until this day.

Standing on high, Toyokawa Shoko caught a glimpse of light green hair in a fleeting moment of light.

Ruoye Mutsu was also watching her from behind the crowd.

Mutsumi didn't want to, and wouldn't, squeeze into the crowd, Toyokawa Shoko thought. So this time, she decided to leave the fans who were there to comfort her after the performance behind her back, and just grab Wakaba Mutsumi and leave.

The fans in this world are so restrained and orderly.

Toyokawa Shoko easily reached Wakaba Mutsu's side, took off her mask, and said with some emotion, "Even though I'm wearing a mask, you still managed to spot me."

Wakaba Mutsu tilted her head in confusion.

"With a mask on, you can't recognize me?"

No, this...

Toyokawa Shoko took a deep breath and said, "Anyway, I'm happy."

Wakaba Mutsu nodded: "Yes, I know."

Toyokawa Shoko's faint smile made Wakaba Mutsu also squint his eyes.

Xiangzi... has been completely repaired.

Just as he was about to take her away, he heard Ruoye Mu's soft voice.

"Saki, wait for someone..."

"muzimi?"

Waiting for someone? Toyokawa Shoko paused for a moment and thought, wasn't Mutsu coming to find her? That makes sense, her visits to certain shops aren't always regular.

Toyokawa Shoko: "Friend?"

Ruoye Mu nodded, then shook her head.

God knows what she's thinking.

Shoko Toyokawa accompanied Mutsu Wakaba, and what they waited for was a girl with a jazzy style, wearing leather shoes and a leather jacket, with a paperclip-like earring on her ear.

The other person nodded to Mutsu, then looked at Toyokawa Shoko and asked Mutsu, "Friend?"

Ruo Yemu shook his head, then nodded vigorously in confirmation.

God knows what she's thinking.

When Toyokawa Shoko met the man's gaze, she was quite certain that the other person was a player who was used to Wakaba Mutsumi's silence.

However, at this moment, Wakaba Mutsu was closer to Toyokawa Shoko.

The girl with a jazzy style extended her hand and introduced herself: "Hachiman Kairin..."

Bass, keyboards, guitar...

It is said that the seedlings of mujica began to sprout from this time.

Chapter Seven: Hachiman Kairin is Thinking / Wakaba Mutsumi is Searching

After a stage performance, he accompanied a half-body and unexpectedly encountered a dashing high school punk mercenary. The wandering thirty band members were as strong as monsters. He did his best to subdue them and exchanged contact information to discuss further details.

Toyokawa Shoko had a great haul, and even looked at Wakaba Mutsu with delight.