Zongman: Nagasaki Sushi's adopted brother

Shoko Toyokawa stood in the captain's position, with her hands on her chest, her eyes revealing a hint of nervousness, but more of determination.

“Our mission is to invite all guests to witness their dreams.”

"If you can also stumble into the world of Ave Mujica at the next Budokan... it will be our greatest honor."

She slowly spread her hands and spoke to the reporters who had arrived.

But what she didn't expect was that there were many more reporters coming today than she had expected, and they were almost crowding the entire interview room.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, reporters' questions came like a storm.

"Everyone at Ave Mujica, regarding the use of your songs in the Aurora band's performance yesterday, did you authorize them?"

"Or are they provoking you?"

"Excuse me, are you the Aurora Band?"

"Regarding the fact that some of the Aurora players and Ave Mujica players have many similarities in appearance, what do you think?"

"Is this a deliberate imitation? Or is it accidental?"

The reporters' microphones stabbed at Toyokawa Shoko like sharp blades. She was startled by the sudden question, her head tilted back slightly, and a hint of panic appeared in her eyes.

What is going on?

Because Shoko Toyokawa was busy with drama choreography and composition, she had no idea that the Aurora Band was playing their songs over Kyoto.

Her already dark circles were now even darker, and her eyes had lost their former brilliance.

"This...this...this is an interview with Ave Mujica. We will only answer questions related to Ave Mujica."

Xiangzi broke out in a cold sweat, his voice trembled slightly, and he was at a loss for a moment.

Looking at Xiangzi's panic, Miao Meng's mouth corners slightly raised, forming a cat-shaped arc.

A bad thought arose in her mind.

[In that case, let me add some more ingredients.]

Miao Meng stretched out his hand to signal the camera to point at himself, then waved to the audience watching the live broadcast and spoke jokingly.

"Oh, don't you know? Ave Mujica was founded with the sole purpose of defeating Aurora~"

Miao Meng's words were like a bomb, completely igniting the entire interview room.

The reporters began to take notes frantically, without stopping, and asked a lot of questions.

They felt the hot topic in their hearts and were determined to record the band's deeds clearly.

Ave Mujica is the craziest band ever

This idea was immediately imprinted in the minds of everyone present.

...

Backstage.

The atmosphere here became tense and oppressive, as if a match could set the whole room off.

"What's going on? Miao Meng, why did you bring up Aurora on Ave Mujica, and why is it such a controversial topic?"

Shoko Toyokawa took off her mask, her eyes full of anger, and she shouted at Miao Meng.

Miao Meng smiled playfully, shrugged his shoulders, and asked indifferently, "Am I wrong? Aren't we supposed to play the Aurora Band?"

"But...this will mess up our entire approach!" Upon hearing this, Shoko Toyokawa frowned even more tightly and clenched her fists.

She seemed to be trying hard to suppress her emotions and not let them get out of control.

Miao Meng didn't care at all. She just turned her back to Toyokawa Xiangzi and smiled, "But if I do this, won't all the enthusiasm come back? Otherwise, how can I bite off a piece of meat from Aurora?"

[After all, the aurora cannot reveal its identity]

Ave Mujica doesn’t have so many rules.

Thinking of this, Miao Meng lowered her eyes slightly, curled the corners of her mouth, and asked indifferently: "Are we going to have to wear masks all the time from now on?"

"The faces and numbers are wasted."

Miao Meng propped up her chin with one hand and placed the other on her waist, examining Toyokawa Shoko. Her movements revealed a kind of disdain and provocation, as if she was waiting for Toyokawa Shoko's answer.

Seeing this, Hailing sighed in her heart and turned to leave the backstage.

She wanted absolutely no part in the argument.

Miao Meng saw that Xiangzi didn't answer, so he continued to explain.

"Sumimi's early career, comedian and talented actress Mutsuki Wakaba's daughter, plus the popularity of the Aurora Band..."

"Just by taking off the mask, you can attract the attention of the whole world."

Upon hearing this, Toyokawa Shoko's eyes were as sharp as bayonets. She lowered her head and responded coldly, "Ave Mujica will not devalue itself. We must accumulate achievements and evaluate musicality..."

"So, when will you take off the mask?" Miao Meng's words were as cold as a sword, pointing straight at Toyokawa Shoko's throat.

There was a hint of provocation in her voice, as if forcing Shoko Toyokawa to make a decision.

At this moment, Mu finally came to her senses. She stood beside Xiangzi, trying to protect Toyokawa Xiangzi.

And Shoko Toyokawa, who was at the center of the topic, had a firm expression and gave orders like a leader.

"I won't let this band's popularity be short-lived. I've already said, please leave the rest of your life to me..."

"To take off the mask, you have to do it on the best stage and at the best time..."

"Like the moment they beat Aurora."

Toyokawa Shoko confidently swore an oath to Meow Meng, who had her back to her. Her voice was filled with an unquestionable determination, as if she was painting a blueprint for their future.

But she couldn't see Miao Meng's expression at the moment.

It was like seeing an expression of a stupid, conceited fool.

[Xiangzi, if you say that, doesn't that mean you'll never be able to take off the mask again?]

[Since you don't listen to me, let me speed you up.]

Ave Mujica is just a stepping stone.

.....

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...

After a day of performances and quarrels, Shoko Toyokawa dragged her tired body back home.

She slowly opened the door, but suddenly stopped, her eyes revealing full of confusion and surprise.

The scene before her made her wonder if she had come to the wrong place.

The originally messy living room was now surprisingly tidy. The beer bottles scattered all over the floor had disappeared, replaced by a clean floor that looked as if it had just been carefully wiped.

The sofas were neatly arranged, the cushions restored to their original shape, and the room was spotlessly clean, with a faint scent of detergent in the air.

Xiangzi walked slowly into the room, his eyes wandering around.

She noticed that every corner of the room had been meticulously tidied, even the places she usually overlooked.

However, when she looked into the depths of the room, a sense of foreboding came over her.

There, some bloodstains can be vaguely seen.

"Hey, are you back? Xiangzi, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A voice suddenly sounded, breaking Xiangzi's thoughts.

She turned around suddenly and saw a middle-aged man with blue hair sitting leisurely on the window frame, greeting her in a friendly manner.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house? I'm going to call the police."

Xiangzi's expression instantly turned cold, and she began to retreat unconsciously. Her heart was filled with vigilance and anxiety, ready to take action to protect herself at any time.

"Don't be nervous, my name is Bai Lijun."

Uncle Bai stood up and walked slowly towards Xiangzi, each step seeming so calm and unhurried.

He had a meaningful smile on his face and spoke in a gentler tone.

"I'm a friend of your mother..."

Chapter 93 Your name is Toyokawa Kiyoshi, right?

Time returns to evening.

The sky was dyed orange-red by the setting sun, and the afterglow shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor, adding a warm yet slightly eerie color to the entire room.

Father Xiang was awakened from his sleep by his biological clock and opened his eyes in a daze.

He slowly got up from the sofa and shook his head, trying to get rid of the sleepiness.

"Let's go have a drink..."

Xiangdie's voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

He felt his mouth dry and his throat felt like it had been burned by fire. He shook his head and stumbled towards the shoe rack in the entrance.

When he bent down, his movements seemed a little difficult, as if every joint in his body was protesting.

He picked up Xiangzi's leather shoes and took out the money for the beer from under the mat.

Whenever Xiang's father has no money to drink, he will subconsciously look for this place.

This has become a habit for him.

Xiangzi seemed to have agreed. Whenever Xiangdie took the money out, she would secretly put it back in a few days.

She always had a glimmer of hope in her heart, hoping that her father would wake up one day and cheer up again.

Unfortunately, her hopes were dashed time and time again.

"When-when-"

The door of the room was knocked violently, one after another, so loud that the sound could be heard throughout the entire apartment.

The sudden knock on the door broke the silence in the room and woke Xiang's father from his drunkenness.

"I told you I have no money to pay the rent. Come back in a few days." He twisted his neck and walked towards the door with a complaining look on his face, his heart full of impatience.

Just as he was about to open the door.

"when----"

The door was smashed open violently. The entire door lost its support and fell directly on Xiang's father, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe for a while.

The sound of the door slamming echoed in the room, like a heavy slap in Xiang's face, shattering his last bit of dignity.

The person who smashed the door was Bai Ye's father, Bai Lijun.

Bai Lijun put one foot on the door, pressing down Xiang's father who was still standing outside.

He looked down at Xiang's father, whose head was sticking out. A terrible murderous look appeared on his face, and his eyes revealed a chilling coldness.

"It's you, right? Tsk, and an acquaintance..."

“Uh…ah…ah…”

Father Xiang was pressed to the point where he couldn't speak. He tried to struggle desperately, but Uncle Bai held him down with his feet.

His body began to suffer from lack of oxygen, his breathing rate began to increase, his face began to turn pale, and his eyes began to become bloodshot.

"Why aren't you looking directly at me?!"

Seeing this, Uncle Bai exerted more strength on his feet and then pulled him into the room.

Father Xiang slid into the depths of the room along with the door.

"Uh, uh, who are you? What are you doing? I'm going to call the police!" Xiang's father finally took a breath and loudly questioned Uncle Bai who suddenly attacked him.

There was a hint of trembling and panic in his voice, but more of it was anger and unwillingness.

He subconsciously wanted to find his cell phone, but found that he had already used it as collateral to pay for the alcohol, and he didn't even have the means to call the police.

Uncle Bai walked straight to Xiang's father without saying a word, then half-knelt down, and the sound he made was like a vicious dog from hell.

"It doesn't matter who I am, just grit your teeth first."

A heavy punch hit Xiang's face, causing his body to hit the wall directly, and then he fell to the ground as if he had wilted.