Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

When it came to the fact that Wakaba Mutsumi was talkative and cheerful, Narusawa Kaede recalled that Toyokawa Shoko had also said something similar. Perhaps it was because Toyokawa Shoko had improved herself that she had also helped Wakaba Mutsumi recover.

Regardless, this is something to be happy about.

"Hehe..." Ruoye Mu covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes narrowing slightly. But after only a couple of laughs, she covered her mouth with her hand, coughing and trembling.

Mingze Feng patted her back, "Slow down, don't rush..."

Ruoye Mu's cheeks, which were originally as smooth as jade and had a natural luster, were now flushed red from coughing, as if they were the color of a carefully sculpted piece.

Her light green, long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, and as she bent forward, the hair fell down, revealing her hidden neck.

Gently patting Wakaba Mutsu's back, Narusawa Kaede's gaze...

It was a very white, very white neck. Even though it was just a neck, the disheveled long hair and the angular features of her profile were captivating. Her well-fitting casual clothes revealed glimpses of white skin beneath the raised collar at the back of her neck. What lay below? A large expanse of fair, tender skin—her back, smooth and white.

Mingze Feng suddenly realized what it was that made him unable to look away.

At this moment, Mu was so charming.

charming?

I actually felt a kind of charm in Mu?

Get your head down! Don't get carried away!

"Ah..."

Mu was panting and weakly reached out to grab something nearby, which landed squarely on Mingze Feng's arm.

Naruzawa Kaede patted Wakaba Mutsu's shoulder, "Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm..." The girl hummed softly and nodded. She seemed to be better, but it seemed unlikely that she would get better completely.

Mu murmured softly, "I haven't been sleeping well lately, and my throat hurts. I might have caught a cold... Let me lean against you for a bit..."

"no problem."

Naruzawa Kaede leaned to one side, letting Wakaba Mutsu sit with half her body behind him, so that her head could rest against his chest. With Wakaba Mutsu's head pressed against his chest, the girl's delicate fragrance became even more pronounced.

Mingze Feng asked in a low voice, "Sleeping, eating, haven't you been doing this properly lately? Have you eaten today?"

"I had a glass of mango juice with Hachiman this afternoon."

If I heard correctly, she said she only drank one glass of mango juice today?

Naruzawa Maple: "?"

Mingze Feng sighed, "I think you might have low blood sugar. I have some chocolate in my pocket, want a piece?"

"It's bitter...I don't want to eat it..."

"It's not pure chocolate, it's candy, candy. It's sweet."

"Then...I want it~"

Hiss...

Small and soft, Wakaba Mutsu's voice was so sweet that Narusawa Kaede couldn't help but want to lift his shoulders, but Wakaba Mutsu was still lying on the pillow. Suppressing his physical urges, Narusawa Kaede unwrapped the chocolate and put it in Wakaba Mutsu's mouth.

The girl's lips parted and closed, brushing against Mingze Feng's fingertips. Slightly damp, Mingze Feng felt his heart pounding as he withdrew his hand.

It was just a coincidence, yes, just a coincidence.

But it is often the coincidences that make it so irresistible.

At such a close distance, I wonder if Wakaba Mutsumi can hear me...

While lost in thought, I suddenly heard Wakaba Mutsu's breathing become heavier.

Wakaba shifted her body, seemingly finding a more comfortable position. Then she sat quietly in her seat, leaning against Narusawa Kaede, just as before.

A few minutes have passed...

“Sometimes I think…” Wakaba Mutsu, still resting her head on Narusawa’s shoulder and chest, looked up at the lights in the carriage and said softly, “Is it true that once the past or the tram is gone, it can never come back?”

"They're not coming back."

As Naruzawa Kaede said this, he followed Wakaba Mutsu's gaze to the lights inside the carriage.

Wakaba Mutsuya fell silent after hearing Narusawa Kaede's answer.

After a long pause, Mingze Feng said again, "Although we can't come back, tomorrow will become today, and the day after tomorrow will become tomorrow."

"That way, yesterday will always remain yesterday, along with today."

The girl remained heavy-hearted, having received no reply from Mu.

Today, Wakaba Mutsumi's weather is unpredictable, alternating between sunny and cloudy, sometimes normal and sometimes somber.

Even without seeing the girl's expression, her pitiful look was still vivid in my mind's eye.

Mingze Feng moved his lips, thinking for a moment, and said, "In that case, how about we agree to meet tomorrow?"

"Hmm?" Ruoye Mu turned her head in confusion.

Her large, golden eyes were wide open, and her expression was unusually calm, unlike before when even the slightest frown seemed to carry the thoughts of an entire autumn.

In other words, they're interested in this proposal. That's what Naruzawa Kaede thought.

Mingze Feng: "Is Xiaomu going to school tomorrow?"

Wakaba Mutsu: "No need, tomorrow is the weekend."

Mingze Feng: "In that case, how about coming to see our performance? Tomorrow, the day after... different music, I'll mark each day as different."

"Different markings?"

"Just like today's performance, as long as you are here and I am here, then today is not over yet."

“...It’s all in the past now,” Wakaba Mutsu said softly.

“There will be more!” Mingze Feng confirmed decisively.

"The calendar keeps moving backward, we just need to move forward. Even if it's over, when we hear that day again, tomorrow's music will be different from the day after. All the way to the music festival five days later, when Sickhack takes the stage to compete, Mu will come to see it, we've made a promise."

Wakaba Mutsumi: "The five-day promise... what about after five days?"

Mingze Feng puffed out his chest and raised his head, "How about five more days?"

"Five days later...and then another five days?"

As Ye Mu repeated these words, she stared blankly into Naruzawa Kaede's eyes.

"That's good." Wakaba Mutsu heard this voice.

That's right, that's good. Five days, five days... and another five days...

"The agreement..."

If Ye Mu raises his hand, making a loose fist, only half of his little finger is sticking out.

Mingze Feng was speechless. What was the meaning of this gesture? Was it popular here too?

Thinking this, Naruzawa Kaede hooked his little finger with Wakaba Mutsu's.

If Ye Mu's palms are as smooth as I imagined, and he doesn't have calluses even though he plays the guitar often, it must hurt a lot when he plays, right?

"Pinky promise, for a hundred years, never to change..."

Mori (Death) 3: The weak Wakaba Mutsumi is dead, replaced by the overwhelmingly strong Mutsumi.

"Whenever Ruoye Mu briefly revives, the threads on her back tighten their entanglement until they strangle both the puppet and its manipulator to death."

"Speaking of being connected by the same thread, who is the one holding the thread?"

Chapter Twelve: Wakaba Mutsu is probably a very powerful character.

"When we first met, I thought Xiao Mu was the quiet type, but I didn't expect her to be so lively and youthful."

"Really, I can laugh too."

Outside the Ruoye residence, Xiaomu's smile was so innocent.

Even though it was late at night and the moon dominated the night sky, the streets of Tokyo's Minato Ward were still brightly lit and bustling. The lights in front of Wakaba's house were dim, and there was no one around except for Mutsu, who was wearing a simple long dress and standing sideways.

She tiptoed slightly, seemingly a little uneasy.

Naruzawa Kaede waited quietly for Mu to say what he wanted to say.

"Oh, right, Maple. Don't tell anyone else~"

"Our agreement..."

Mu held his ten fingers together in front of his chest, puffed out his cheeks, and made a pleading gesture.

My cute little sister wants to make a secret promise with you.

Mingze Feng happily agreed.

......

Mori (Death) 3: The weak Wakaba Mutsumi is dead, replaced by the overwhelmingly strong Mutsumi.

"..."

Reward to be claimed: Physical fitness UP↑ (Claimed)

If Ye Mu still stands in front of the iron gate, gently waving her hand, with reluctance.

Mingze Feng stopped in his tracks, then waved his hand, "Hurry up and go inside, it's cold outside, and it's past midnight!"

Even now, when he recalls that charming appearance, Naruzawa Kaede still wonders what she must have encountered to make the girl so much like... the character in the book.

Delicate flowers reflected in the water, slender willows swaying in the breeze, pure and refined, with eyes full of affection, sincere and heartfelt, charming and touching.

Amidst the sentimentality of this delicate young woman, there is a captivating youthfulness and passion. Completely different from the taciturn Xiao Mu of our memory, she evokes instead the image of the Burial of Flowers in the Grand View Garden and Miss Lin.

From his words and actions to his breathing, everything seemed genuine, even the narration. Ruo Yemu's every joy and sorrow appeared perfectly natural.

Naruzawa Kaede's eyes are like a ruler; how could Wakaba Mutsu be wrong with that?

The only question is... who died?

"..."

Why is she so quiet and reserved elsewhere, yet so emotionally intelligent when talking to me? This is clearly love at first sight...

There are still problems if we look at it this way.

Mori (Death) 3: The weak Wakaba Mutsumi is dead, replaced by the overwhelmingly strong Mutsumi.

Even if Naruzawa Kaede plucked all the hair from his head, he still wouldn't be able to guess which Wakaba Mutsu was dead and which was alive. Could Wakaba Mutsu really die again and again like Kosho?

First, eliminate the correct answer that even a normal person wouldn't think of if they didn't know the truth, and then...

Lacking crucial information, reasoning is difficult. Naruzawa Kaede plans to ask Shoko when the opportunity arises. If Shoko doesn't know either, he can wait outside the Wakaba residence and ask Wakaba's parents upon their return...

It seems they all nodded...

Wait, something's not right.

When he arrived at his building, Mingze Feng slapped his forehead, realizing with a start that something was wrong—it was himself.

"When did I become so concerned about Xiao Mu?"

Naruzawa Kaede isn't the type to fall in love with just anyone who's good-looking. His old friends at Crick are also very attractive, and Shimizu Eliza has a top-tier face and figure, but Naruzawa Kaede has always considered them purely friends.

That's how Xiao Mu should have been treated.

Although Mingze Feng has many crushes, they are all people he is attracted to. He didn't have any feelings for Ruoye Mu at first, but the time he spent walking Ruoye Mu home just now gave him the illusion that he liked her and she liked him too.

In other words, the journey home with Wakaba Mutsu felt like she'd been "conquered." Not "conquered," but rather "conquered," because her pitiful appearance aroused her protective instincts, and she was led along by the thread of fate through subtle physical contact.

He became like Tom the cat facing the white cat, easily manipulated.

Then I recall Wakaba Mutsumi's gentle and refined smile.

Is it really possible for someone to truly immerse themselves in the scene and bring their own performance to life?

Ming Zefeng shuddered, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

The pitch-black night hangs high above, and the cold light outside the dim streetlights seems to climb upwards with the darkness.

The biting winter wind rose and fell, its chill seeping through collars and trousers. Standing still for too long caused a slight numbness in the toes, making one instinctively tiptoe, leaning slightly to one side, cold sweat trickling down the back, raising goosebumps.

Is everything under Wakaba Mutsu's control?