Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

It's completely out of line; it turns out that Wakaba Mutsumi is the real king of the sea.

The world of Bang Bang has such a master who has kept Mingze Feng's mindset firmly in check all the way.

Since coming into this world, having encountered Ijichi Hoshika, Hiroi Kikuri, and Toyokawa Shoko, this is the first time Narusawa Kaede has felt like he has met his match.

As for how dangerous ' ' is?

Ah, when I first met Xiangzi, wasn't it also marked with quotation marks? Now, the double quotation marks have turned into single quotation marks.

If there's one, there can be two. I refuse to believe that I can't handle the situation involving Wakaba Mutsu.

......

We still need to deal with it.

"...They were indeed affected."

Outside the home.

Leaning against the dusty wall and the sidewalk in front of the house, I looked out at Tokyo at one o'clock in the morning. It was still pitch black, obscuring the way forward and making it impossible to see what lay ahead.

The sound of a door creaking came from behind, followed by deliberately light footsteps.

Immediately following was a hand reaching out from behind.

I could feel something pressing down on me from behind.

That's Hiroi Kikuri.

"You're still awake?"

"If you don't come, who will I sleep with?"

"How was your friend's birthday today?"

"It should be alright, after all, I'm pretty good at winning girls' hearts."

Hiroi Kikuri emerged from the side, looking left and right before fixing her gaze on Narusawa Kaede's face. "There's no smell of smoke, and you even had a beautiful girl with you for half the night. What are you feeling melancholy about outside?"

Don't you know how to face me, a woman left alone in an empty house?

"What are you thinking? We're just friends. I'll be right back after dropping you off at home."

"Oh~" Hiroi Kikuri revealed a subtle and lewd smile.

Although Narusawa Kaede really didn't want to say it, Hiroi Kikuri's smile was truly lewd. She raised a finger and loudly laughed, saying things like, "Kidney, is it okay?"

"Are you scared of me now~ Do you know how powerful I am—Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts!"

Naruzawa stopped punching Hiroi Kikuchi on the head, then grabbed her from behind, put his arm around her waist, and carried her straight into the house.

“I have heard that when they are exhausted and we are full, we can defeat them.”

Hiroi Kikuri's face turned pale. "You, speak like a human being! What do you want to do?!"

"Dry!"

So the Duke rode with him, beat the drum, galloped, looked down at the tracks, and climbed onto the carriage to look at the road ahead.

In war, courage is paramount. On this narrow path, the brave will prevail.

Chapter Thirteen: The Life of a Freelancer

Okamoto tablets come in boxes of six, and since the time of Toyokawa Shoko, Narusawa Kaede has always kept them at home. Buying two boxes a week has become a regular expense for the Narusawa family.

That night, he was determined to prove his innocence.

Mingze Feng used up all the inventory.

It was okay at first, but towards the end it really became difficult to continue. After the initial pleasure, repeating the same mechanical movements was just...

But I kept going anyway.

By the time Hiroi Kikuri truly confirmed that Narusawa Kaede hadn't eaten any 'midnight snacks' outside, she had already been completely swallowed, stuffed full, and unable to run away.

Of course, Mingze Feng was also unable to move.

The next day.

When Mingze Feng woke up, the little girl in his arms was nowhere to be found. He breathed a sigh of relief and quietly stared at the ceiling. There were several lines on the ceiling, probably from the paint cracking due to years of neglect.

"I don't want to move at all..."

A comfortable, limp feeling spread through my limbs, especially the weakness emanating from my lower abdomen and thighs, along with the soothing sensation in the back of my head, bringing a sense of calm to my heart.

After a long day of work, I woke up feeling really relaxed.

Last night, after they finished eating, they went out for a proper late-night snack to fill their stomachs before coming back, taking a shower, and going to bed. After all that, it was already 3:30 in the morning.

what time is it now?

In this early morning's sealed-off state, the bed was warm as usual, only the spot next to me had grown cold. It seemed they had been gone for a while, but it didn't matter. We're both adults; they wouldn't get lost.

His hand slid up the sheet to the edge of the pillow, and there, Mingze Feng finally found his phone.

It was noon, 9:30.

The curtains were already drawn, so it could only be Hiroi Kikuri who was drying them. The sky outside was a clear blue with few clouds. Although it was Saturday, at 9:30... there weren't many people on the street.

Even middle school students wouldn't be lingering outside at this hour. After all, they have classes on Saturday mornings. Although Narusawa Kaede doesn't have Tsukimori's schedule, half-day classes on Saturday mornings seem to be quite common in this country.

Xiao Mu should be in class right now, right?

Mingze Feng shook his head to himself. Why did he suddenly think of this girl again after waking up?

Naruzawa Kaede, you ruined yourself because you couldn't control your lower body.

Thinking about it carefully, apart from SickHack's performance at Flot last night, Mingze Feng had a lot of free time today.

As for the school, this semester runs from the end of January to the beginning of March, and the next academic year begins in April. If Mingze Feng doesn't want to give up his education, he will have to go back to the junior high school section of Shimokitazawa Middle School to study for the third year of junior high.

Xiao Mu and Xiangzi are both in their final year of junior high school. Junior high school is a magical age. Some students come from single-parent families and their parents have worked hard to move into high-rise villas in the port area. Some students hear the news of their parents' passing. Some run away from home. Some become depressed and even take their own lives.

If you think about it carefully, this kind of thing happens several times every year.

Because everyone's personality and experiences are different, these cases are all unique.

However, the reason for this commonality is probably not due to the fact that they are junior high school students.

Naruzawa Kaede logged onto a search engine and entered the keywords: Ruoye, artist.

The top search result was a video, followed by a personal profile. Clicking out of curiosity, I found an ad called 'TOGA WA Gulu'. The name "Mingze Feng" sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. To be honest, it was quite catchy, and I turned it off after it played twice.

Related searches easily led to the Toyokawa Group. Narusawa Kaede glanced at it: Bushiroad Co., Ltd., TGW Commodities...

Upon seeing Bushiroad, Narusawa Kaede paused for a moment, then opened his email to contact Iwashita Shima.

This company also approached SickHack with a new employee contract, which Hiroi Kikuri rejected.

Mingze Feng was thinking about the future of the band, but actually he was thinking more about the bet that Xiang had casually mentioned.

To become a legend among Tokyo bands, one must stand on the stage of Tokyo Dome.

Since Hiroi Kikuri wants freedom, she should stop considering contracts with large corporations. Using other people's money will inevitably make her vulnerable. Therefore, she should use her own money.

As for pathways, you could set up your own studio and then seek sponsorship. After all, money isn't something you earn; in the 21st century, you can't earn the money to pursue your dreams by working for someone else.

This requires sponsorship, traffic, and numbers. Since numbers are needed, then it's necessary to build a reputation.

Mingze Feng's original songs uploaded to Nico Nico Douga have attracted several thousand fans, but that's not enough.

SickHack is only somewhat famous in a few live shows, and that's not enough.

Kikuri Hiroi's purpose in participating in the unconfirmed Riot is very clear: the million-dollar top prize.

Mingze Feng was also very clear about their purpose in participating in this competition.

Rilot is unconfirmed, but it's a perfect match as a band's debut competition.

Winning first place doesn't conflict with the prize money and the fame. As a competition hosted by industry leaders, and a semi-professional event open to bands under twenty in the Tokyo area, it didn't have a large audience, but those who did attend were industry insiders. The judges were a few, but all were prominent figures frequently seen on television.

So what should I do today besides practicing the piano?

There's nothing else to do, sigh, I don't want to practice the piano.

Where did the captain go? I can't even discuss it with her first.

click-

Hiroi Kikuri walked home carrying a black plastic bag, her face still red from the cold. When she saw Narusawa Kaede standing naked in the house, she kicked the door shut with her foot and then picked up the plastic bag.

"It's new, still the same brand, I bought it." Hiroi Kikuri asked shyly, "Continue?"

Mingze Feng opened his mouth and stammered, "How about we practice the piano?"

"Okay, shall we eat something first? I brought some food."

Kikuri Hiroi put the bag on the table and then plopped down on the floor.

Mingze Feng nodded, "Then I'll make the next one."

I ate lunch at 10 a.m., and including breakfast and lunch, I spent the whole afternoon practicing the piano.

Around 4 PM, during a break from practice after meeting up with her SICKHACK teammates, Naruzawa Kaede received a message from Wakaba Mutsumi; she and Shoko had finished shopping and were heading to Flot to watch their performance.

This time, however, Ruoye Mu didn't find any backers or engage in any manipulative behavior on the spot. She simply filmed Mingze Feng playing the guitar and sent the video to him with comments like "Awesome, keep it up!" and "I'm watching."

For three or four days in a row, he didn't even see Ruoye Mu's face. He only knew that she was indeed quietly watching him from a corner under the stage.

Mingze Feng felt like he was being played hard to get. He asked Ruoye Mu to let him see her again, but Ruoye Mu, who usually responded quickly, got stuck.

Then...

Then...

A picture was sent to me.

Very white, the stockings and thighs present two completely different shades of white, and a small hand presses on the skirt with a slightly helpless expression at the hem of the black dress.

"The lighting isn't good... Does it look good?"

Xiao Mu asked this question.

Chapter Fourteen: This woman is never acting right.

Sitting in the car on the way to the competition venue, Mingze Feng was a little confused when 0 frames started sending him photos of himself in casual clothes.

Wow, she's so fair-skinned. Let me take another look.

Narusawa Kaede's unusual behavior caught the attention of Hiroi Kikuri, who was sitting next to him.

"What? Are you looking at sheet music? Let me see."

"No... um, I saw on the news that four planes crashed..."

Faced with Hiroi Kikuri's sudden questioning, Narusawa Kaede hurriedly started rambling incoherently.

Normally it wouldn't matter, but right now, my phone screen is showing a picture of bare, white thighs covered in stockings.

Mingze Feng's hands trembled slightly.

There was no need for formalities between the two anymore. Hiroi Kikuri immediately leaned on Narusawa Kaede's shoulder and naturally saw the white thighs on the screen.

Naruzawa Kaede turned his head and looked at Hiroi Kikuri. Hiroi Kikuri blinked, as if asking where the woman who sent him the leg photos came from.

Hiroi Kikuri's eyes darkened. She had just said there was nothing left when she left this morning, so what was the meaning of her looking at online pictures now?

【Why are you still looking at legs at a time like this? And from online pictures no less?】

[I don't know either, starting at 0 frames is impossible to defend against!]

The two quickly exchanged an ineffective glance.

Mingze Feng didn't know what to say for a moment.

I can't exactly join her in commenting on how white Xiao Mu's thighs are, can I?

It's not that it's impossible. To be honest, this picture doesn't contain anything that shouldn't be there; it's just a selfie of Mu wearing casual clothes.

So, what kind person would send a photo with zero frames per second?