Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Mingze Feng felt a chill run down his spine; he hadn't even seen the speed clearly.

I'm not going to escape from one potential masochist only to fall into the clutches of another perverted woman, am I?

A hand reached out and blocked the girl who was leaning forward and Naruzawa Kaede, and then Shimizu Eliza stood in front of Naruzawa Kaede.

"They're almost up there."

"Ah, sorry..." The girl took two steps back, took the handkerchief from Eliza Shimizu to wipe her sweat, and said excitedly, "I've been listening to all of your songs and live performances, especially those by Kaede-sama and Hiroi-sama..."

"Who called me?" Kikuri Hiroi walked over, carrying an empty bottle in one hand.

"Ahhh, right, these are the support materials I prepared..."

"No wine, young lady," Hiroi Kikuri said impatiently.

Girl: "Huh?"

Hiroi Kikuri let out a burp and lectured, "Remember to use alcohol next time, it doesn't have to be expensive, the cheapest one is a hundred a box..."

Mingze Feng pressed her face and pushed her aside, then smiled at the girl again, "She's drunk and not thinking straight right now, don't worry about her. She doesn't even know your name yet."

"Yuyuko, Otsuki Yuyuko."

Although she didn't know what had happened, Yuyuko excitedly repeated her name twice.

Chapter Fifteen: The Stage of Hiroi Kikuri and Toyokawa Shoko / The Young Lady Playing House, Not...

Mingze Feng never imagined he'd have the chance to personally sign autographs for fans. His handwriting wasn't good, and he usually handed them to the other members of the band, but this time, Youyouzi practically shoved the notebook right in front of him.

Left with no other choice, Mingze Feng signed his name.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him. He held up one finger and came up with a good idea.

Hiroi Kikuri was so frightened just now simply because she was intimidated by Roselia's grandeur. She wasn't stage-frightened; she just hadn't experienced a competition like this before, and was intimidated before the battle even began. The confidence cultivated by alcohol can only last for a while, as can the dopamine released by sex.

A more direct approach to solving the problem is to make Kikuri Hiroi realize how popular she is when she is sober, rather than just letting herself indulge in drunken revelry.

Mingze Feng had come up with a plan, a grand plan. He smiled and said, "Xiao You—is it okay if I call you that?"

"Huh? Ahhh!"

Yuuko Otsuki's excited appearance made Narusawa Kaede afraid that her eyes would sparkle with lust at any moment. Even Iwashita Shima, who was watching Narusawa Kaede closely, couldn't stand it anymore.

Iwashita Shima looked at him suspiciously: Is this guy trying to sleep with a fan?

Of course not! Naruzawa Kaede glared at Hiroi Kikuri. One should trust one's teammates. She knew perfectly well that she didn't like little girls who had no breasts or butts.

Mingze Feng flashed what he considered a fairly friendly smile, picked up his phone, and pulled Xiaoyou to his side. Xiaoyou, who had never seen anything like this before, blushed instantly, the ninth-grade girl's face turning bright red.

"Let's take a picture~ Look at the camera—"

Yuuko Otsuki obediently looked at the camera; on the phone screen, she and one of her idols were both in the same frame.

"Okay, so now you're officially my appointed fan club leader. Xiao You, give me a smile."

Yuuko Otsuki hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, but she instinctively obeyed and then smiled.

When Otsuki Yuuko smiled, her dimples were still visible, and those dimples and canine teeth appeared together in the photos on her phone. She thought: So Naruzawa-sensei is this enthusiastic towards his fans! It's just that the heat is making me a little dizzy.

Iwashita Shima kept a close eye on Narusawa Kaede, who had no intention of doing anything out of line.

After taking the photos, Naruzawa Kaede placed his hand on Otsuki Yuuko's shoulder.

"My loyal fan club leader, I have a difficult task that I can only accomplish by having you!"

"Yes, yes! Yeah, Sir!"

Yuuko Otsuki lifted her left leg and brought it together, her palms turning upwards in a salute. Narusawa Kaede quickly pressed her down.

Otsuki Yuuko straightened her back and raised her head, "Please give your instructions!"

She can get into character so quickly; she must have a lot of inner monologues on a regular basis.

“No need to be so formal,” Naruzawa explained. “Just take your phone, go find Kiku, and say you want to take a picture with it. It’s that simple.”

"That's all?" Otsuki Yuuko tilted her head, a smile barely concealing her urge to break out. She had originally wanted a photo with him, but was afraid of being refused.

At this moment, Mingze Feng gave her an excellent opportunity.

Hiroi Kikuri was sitting on the side of the car, the door was open, and she had half a bottle of wine in her hand, which was swaying. Shimizu Eliza was sitting on the inside, holding a funnel, and was pouring water from her own water glass into Hiroi Kikuri's wine bottle.

Mingze Feng gave a thumbs up in front of him, never expecting such a thing to exist.

Seeing the serious look on Hiroi Kiku's face as he asked her for sake, she took two steps back in fear.

But when she met Naruzawa Kaede's gaze, Otsuki Yuuko remembered Naruzawa Kaede's instructions, straightened her chest, and mentally cheered herself on a couple of times.

"Mr. Hiroi! Can I take a picture with you?"

Hiroi Kikuri: "Huh?"

Remembering that Hiroi Kikuri had been a bit masochistic earlier, Naruzawa Kaede grabbed his phone and simply pulled Hiroi Kikuri over.

"Xiao You, come stand over here too."

Seeing this, Shimizu Eliza handed Hiroi Kikuri's bass to her.

As the flashbulbs came crashing down on her, Kikuri Hiroi's bass string was stuck under her fingernail. She instinctively tried to pull it back, but at that moment, Yuyuko Otsuki grabbed her arm.

The sun hanging in the sky behind the phone was so dazzling, it was as if a spotlight had been pulled onto the stage.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Hiroi Kikuri raised her hand to brush away the stray hairs from her shoulder.

The morning light pierced through the thin mist, scattering golden dappled patterns. A few rays of light slid down her hair, resting on her alabaster neck and wandering across her profile.

In this not-so-warm winter, Mingze Feng seemed to see the magnolia petals of the newly melted snow, and even the air was filled with a translucent glimmer.

Naruzawa Kaede: "Kikuri, can you smile again?"

Eliza Shimizu suddenly poked her head out of the car, her hands, still damp with mineral water from her hair tie: "Kikuri-chan's bass solo is truly amazing! Last time on the streets of Shibuya..."

"Yes, yes, yes! That impromptu variation!" Otsuki Yuuko jumped up and down, her ponytail brushing against Hiroi Kikuri's sake bottle. "It's been played on a loop thirty times! Even Narusawa-sensei said..."

Hiroi Kikuri felt her ear tips start to burn. She hurriedly picked up the water that Shimizu Eliza handed her, unaware that Shimizu Eliza had already replaced the wine with sparkling water.

The moment the carbon dioxide exploded in my throat, the lights in the sky shone even brighter.

The constant praise from the unknown girl made Hiroi Kikuri feel unusually proud and even smug.

Kikuri Hiroi was still hiccuping when she stepped onto the stage.

The spotlight flashed like waves over my feet.

The stage manager's whistle pierced our eardrums.

Kikuri Hiroi suddenly realized that her bass straps had been adjusted, and the bass was perfectly positioned in the back of her waist. Strange, she had just been...

Mingze Feng gently touched her shoulder.

"Huh?" Hiroi Kikuri looked up in confusion.

The screams erupted from the audience so suddenly. Otsuki Yuuko had somehow squeezed into the front row and was frantically shaking her phone on a stand.

On the other side, Shimizu Eliza chuckled and pointed to the bass guitar in front of her, reminding Hiroi Kikuri what to do.

"Since you're already here, say something."

"Here, Mingze Feng reminded me."

Hiroi Kikuri looked down at her fingers resting on the neck of the violin, trembling...trembling? How could that be?

She's Hiroi Kikuri.

Ah...yes. It's only just begun, how can we be scared off here?

After countless practice sessions of stacking techniques, Hiroi Kikuri's fingers were pushed and moved involuntarily.

"SICKHACK, loser."

As the bass roared from its throat, Kikuri Hiroi finally caught a glimpse of a swaying cheering board in the audience. A chibi version of Kikuri, drawn by Yuyuko with a marker, was dancing on the board, her round-framed glasses tilted comically at a 30-degree angle.

Hiroi Kikuri suddenly remembered the first night she got drunk backstage. It was a rainy night, and it was the first time they found a playing style that suited them.

When Iwashita Shima stuffed hand warmers into her hoodie hoodie, he also advised her not to drink so much.

But if I don't drink, will you watch me perform on that cold, deserted stage with that monotonous music?

Unexpectedly, one day, after finding a substitute for alcohol, Kikuri Hiroi actually drank less.

But the more she was sober, the more she found herself hating this muddled world. When she was drunk, she was confused, but when she was sober, she only wanted to stay by Mingze Feng's side.

Indulging in the gentle embrace of love and sex.

"...That's just who I am."

Whispering in a voice only she could hear.

Hiroi Kikuri opened her eyes again.

She grinned, revealing a fang. The bassist straddled her, his fingers dancing across her strings, playing her tune.

So what if I'm a loser?

Kikuri Hiroi is the kind of person who knows she's a loser, but will still give the world the middle finger and curse it as a bunch of idiots.

The guitar and bass flashed, mocking the ups and downs of the world!

The drumsticks crashed in—ding!

The cymbals shook off stardust.

Kikuri Hiroi bit the microphone in front of her.

Throat tremor

It's not the smell of alcohol.

It's the buzzing sound of the bass enclosure resonating.

The fingertips were stroking a roar that threatened to tear the roof off.

"いつもどおりの通り多りこんな日々もはや Punishment!"

"..."

"いつでもPUらはこんな风にぼんくらな夜にsaturatedきsaturatedき!"

She was like Hiroi Kiku, living in an ideal world, even if that ideal wasn't ideal, and she had experienced poverty and homelessness before. Freedom, bass, music—these had long since overwhelmed her soul, leaving no room for anything else but love.

Therefore, don't become what the world is like just because it is this way.

"アイムアルーザーなんもないならどうなったっていいだろう!"

"いつかは出会えるはずの金の色したアイオライトをきっと掴んで里すな..."

The music, accompanied by effects pedals and speakers, reverberated throughout the concert hall, its rhythms shifting and changing to create a heavenly melody, mocking the fools of the world and raising their middle fingers with their own music.

In the audience, some swayed to the rhythm, while others stared wide-eyed at the lyrics.

What kind of person would confidently and radiate such brilliance when proclaiming themselves to be a complete waste?

Something's not right with this piece of music.

Why do I want to listen to it again after hearing it once?

As an overtone tore through the air, Yuuko Otsuki's scream nearly lifted the roof off.

"Kikuri-senpai—!"

Yuyuko Otsuki's scream pierced the drumbeats.

Shima Iwashita tossed her head from the side curtain—

Kikusato Hiroi's long hair swayed, shattering the light and shadow!

Win applause with talent, that's all. When the cheers rise, this indomitable spirit naturally emerges.

Next, relax your mind and let your body take over.

"The results of the four and a half centuries have come out. The results of the four and a half centuries have come out."

(After a quarter of a century, the result was finally in. The pale-faced superstar waited hungry.)

"アイムアルーザーどうせだったらFar barkingえだっていいだろう——"

(I'm a loser, so it doesn't matter if I bluff, right?)