MYGO's guitarist has ice attribute bonus

Aiyin deliberately ignored Meowen's shock and continued with a grin, "Anyway... let's just come out first, right?"

“Later… I’ll always think of what to do!” Aine spread her hands with an innocent look on her face.

Looking at Aiyin's casual demeanor, and thinking about how she had been restless that day because of the invitation, the rehearsal mistakes, and the "interrogation" by Hailing... Miao Meng was stunned at first, and then a wave of anger and amusement suddenly rushed up.

Miao Meng finally couldn't help it, and laughed out loud while holding her forehead, her shoulders trembling slightly because of the smile.

She raised her head and looked at the innocent-looking Aiyin across from her, her eyes sparkling with amused pleasure: "Hey! Aiko! You're being rude! You didn't even think about it after a whole day? You just called someone out?"

Aiyin coughed lightly to ease the awkwardness. She picked up her chopsticks and tapped her chin at the sizzling, fragrant grill pan and the side dishes that were arriving one after another. Her voice was light and a little overbearing. “Alright, alright! Now that things have come to this, let’s eat first!”

The tempting aroma filled the air between the two of them, and the grease on the baking tray sizzled happily.

Miao Meng looked at Aiyin's frank expression and shook her head helplessly: "Really."

I was devastated for the entire day because of this incident, and as for Ai Zi... well, forget it.

Chapter 437 One Person's Performance

As they walked out of the warm and bustling barbecue restaurant, the cold of the late winter night immediately enveloped the two of them.

Aiyin wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck, patted the guitar bag she was carrying excitedly, and then pulled Miaomeng's wrist without saying anything: "Let's go!"

"where to?"

But Aine didn't answer Meowmu.

Miao Meng was dragged a few steps before she realized the direction. She looked at the familiar bridge not far away, her tone full of surprise: "Wait...Aiko? This direction...Are you going to the bridge again?"

"Hehe, you guessed it right!" Aiyin turned around, a warm smile on her face, and exhaled a small puff of white air under the streetlight, "Take Meow Mengqin out for some fresh air! Wake up!"

"Hey! I was not thinking straight yesterday and wanted to go blow dry!" Meow Meng tried to pull her wrist free, but Aine held it tightly. "And it's okay today! Really!"

Miao Meng kept emphasizing, trying to make her tone sound credible enough.

Aiyin stopped, turned around, tilted her head and looked at Miaomeng, her gray eyes sparkling in the night: "Are you really okay?"

"Yeah!" Miao Meng nodded vigorously, trying to make her eyes look sincere.

“Okay.” Aine shrugged, seemingly accepting the explanation. But then, she patted the guitar bag on her back, and her smile became a little mysterious and expectant. “Then… shall we go to the park over there and find a place to sit?”

Miao Meng's eyes fell on the guitar bag, and she vaguely guessed something in her heart: "Aiko... why are you taking pictures of the guitar? Do you want to play it?"

Her voice was hesitant: "Are you really okay? It's so cold now..."

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Aine waved her hands nonchalantly. “I’ve asked Dr. Yamada, and as long as it’s not too long and the intensity isn’t too high, it’s fine to do it occasionally! And…”

Aine winked playfully as she spoke, pointing to her thick scarf: "I've taken some measures to keep warm!"

Seeing Aiyin's eager and expectant expression, all of Miaomeng's words of dissuasion got stuck in her throat. In the end, she just sighed softly and nodded: "...Okay, just for a while."

The park was deserted. After all, who would be so idle as to come to the park on a winter night?

The pale street lights barely illuminated a few cold benches and the withered lawn. The silence seemed to be magnified countless times, and only the footsteps of the two of them seemed particularly clear.

Aine rubbed her thickly gloved hands together, and the white air she exhaled rose in curls under the light.

She chose a relatively clean bench, carefully took off her guitar bag, opened the zipper, and when the cold metal neck touched her fingers, Aiyin couldn't help but let out a soft "hiss".

Miao Meng stood aside, watching Aine clumsily adjusting the strap of her guitar, her nose slightly red from the cold, and the way she struggled to move her fingers, her heart involuntarily tightened.

She really wanted to say, "Forget it, it's too cold, maybe next time," but looking at Aine's extremely focused profile, she swallowed the words back.

Miao Meng knew that if she said this, it would be a denial of Aine's current state.

Aiyin finally put her guitar on her back and sat down on the cold chair. She took a deep breath. The cold air irritated her lungs, causing her to cough a few times. She stretched her stiff fingers a little, and then gently placed them on the strings.

Hiss! So cool!

“Ahem… it’s started.” Aine’s voice was a little hoarse from being frozen.

The first note sounded, trembling slightly, and then a stumbling melody flowed out.

In the cold air, the sound seemed a little thin and dry, and there were even a few notes that were obviously pressed on the wrong frets, producing discordant noises.

However, Meow Meng stood quietly in front of Aine, the cold wind rustling the corners of her clothes, but she seemed not to feel the cold. Her eyes were fixed on Aine's hands, which were slightly red from the cold.

The tempo is incredibly slow, the pitch is erratic, and the technique is as clumsy as a beginner's. This music... is not perfect at all, and can even be said to be noisy.

However, Miao Meng felt that... this was the most beautiful melody she had ever heard.

Every note that emerged, every trembling plucking of the strings, seemed to carry a scorching temperature, striking heavily on her heart.

Miao Meng knew very well that the girl in front of her was dragging her body, which had not yet fully recovered, in the sub-zero cold, overcoming the stiffness of her fingers and the discomfort caused by the cold, and playing for her alone clumsily but with great care.

This kind of feeling is more precious and touching than any perfect technique you possess.

She watched as beads of sweat gradually seeped out of Aine's forehead, condensing into fine white mist in the cold air, lingering around her pink hair.

Aine's breathing became a little rapid, but her hands pressing the strings never stopped.

The song ended, and the last note dissipated into the cold night sky with a trembling sound.

Aiyin let out a long breath, and a large cloud of white mist dispersed under the light. She put down the guitar, her hands trembling slightly from the effort, and her fingertips were red from the cold.

She raised the back of her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and looked at Miao Meng a little embarrassedly. Her voice was tired and a little nervous: "...um...I didn't play it very well. I haven't practiced for too long, and my hands are frozen...and I made a lot of mistakes..."

Before she finished speaking——

"Pa, pa, pa..." Crisp and slow applause rang out.

Miao Meng stood in front of her, without her usual cynical or deliberate business smile. Instead, she had a gentle smile that was extremely sincere and even a little touching. Her applause was warm and serious.

"It sounds very nice, Aiko." Miao Meng's voice was very soft, but it clearly penetrated the cold wind and fell into Ain's ears.

Aine was stunned for a moment, then two blushes appeared on her face. She waved her hands in panic, “Eh? No need… no need to compliment me! I can tell I played it terribly myself…”

"It's not a compliment." Miao Meng shook her head and took a step forward. Her eyes fell on Aine's red, frozen fingertips and the beads of sweat on her forehead that had not yet dissipated. Her eyes were gentle and firm, with an unprecedented seriousness. "I'm serious. For you now... in this kind of weather, being able to play such a melody..."

She paused, her voice filled with a barely perceptible emotion: "...It's already very impressive, I... like it very much."

Aine's eyes widened slightly at her affirmation, filled with surprise and a little joy of being recognized. Without waiting for Aine to speak, Meow Meng continued, "So, I'm not complimenting you, Aiko."

"Well... Meow Meng dear, do you feel better after listening to my music?"

Miao Meng's mouth curled up slightly: "I'm always in a good mood."

Chapter 438 The Two's Thrills

“Huh?” Aine was stunned for a moment, then her face showed obvious disbelief, even a hint of grievance, “Miaomengqin is really complimenting me…”

She lowered her head, her toes unconsciously rubbing against the cold dirt on the ground. "Is it because I played so poorly just now and you're afraid of damaging my confidence that you said that on purpose?"

Aine subconsciously attributed Meowmu's "good mood" to her "comfort" about her own playing skills.

The cold wind still blew through the silent park, spinning a few dead leaves.

Aiyin slightly moved her hands that were numb from the cold. She wanted to muster up the courage to look at Meow Meng in front of her, but Meow Meng's kindness prevented her from doing so.

Miao Meng naturally understood the meaning behind Aiyin's words. She shook her head slightly and took a step forward, shortening the distance between them that had been created by the cold wind. The dim light from the street lamps shone on her and Aiyin.

"No." Miao Meng's voice was very soft, but it had a strange penetrating power, and it fell clearly into Aiyin's ears, "I'm in a good mood..."

Hearing Meowmu’s voice, Aine raised her head.

Meow Meng paused, staring intently into Aine's eyes: "Because... this is the song you played just for me, Aiko."

She saw Aine’s eyes slightly widen at those words, and then continued in that warm voice, “So, I’m feeling… really good.”

Meow Meng emphasized the word "really" and tried to make Aine feel her special feelings.

Aine's heart felt like it was hit by something. She knew that Meow Meng was happy because she played for her, which made her feel warm inside.

But another word in Meowmeng's words made Aine feel a little confused.

“Hmm…” Aiyin pouted, tilting her head to look at Meow Meng, her gray eyes glittering with inquiry, “I know that… but—” She deliberately dragged out her tone, “Meow Meng dear, could you explain to me what you meant by ‘always’ in your words just now?”

"This has always been good. When did it start? When I played it just now? Or... even before?"

Miao Meng's heart skipped a beat, and the smile on her face froze for a moment.

Oops! I said it out of turn!

She was so busy expressing her feelings at the moment that she forgot that her previous condition was not considered "always good" in Aine's eyes!

Her mind raced, trying to conceal her momentary panic. She tried hard to maintain the smile on her face, even deliberately deepening it a little to make herself look more natural and relaxed. She absolutely couldn't let Aine see any flaws!

"Ah... well..." Miao Meng's voice became softer, with a casual smile, as if she was saying something very natural, "Because... when I'm with Aizi, I feel very comfortable."

Miao Meng avoided the main issue and attributed the reason to the atmosphere of getting along with each other.

“I said it without realizing it.” As she spoke, she looked more intently into Aine’s eyes. Those beautiful cat pupils were filled with the warmth and trust that belonged to friends, trying to hide the newly sprouted feelings that made her feel flustered.

However, what Meowmu hadn’t expected was that when she tried to transform her eyes into one of warmth and trust, and looked intently at Aine—

Aine’s heartbeat suddenly paused without any warning – it was a very unfamiliar and sudden throbbing feeling.

Aine felt as if she was gently struck by a gentle electric current, instantly disrupting her originally steady breathing.

She looked at Miao Meng's face so close to her, and at those eyes that seemed particularly deep under the street light, with endless tenderness flowing in them, which made her feel inexplicably flustered.

Without giving it much thought, Aine subconsciously looked away, her throat feeling dry.

She quickly lowered her head, trying to cover up her gaffe by adjusting her scarf, then forced a seemingly natural smile, her voice slightly stiff. "So... so that's how it is..." She cleared her throat, trying to sound more normal. "Thank you, Miao Meng, for trusting me so much..."

Miao Meng looked at Ain's sudden lowering of her head and her somewhat hasty reaction, and her heart moved slightly, but she did not think too much about it. She just thought that Ain was a little embarrassed by her blank gaze.

She covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled softly, her laughter sounding particularly crisp in the cold wind: "After all, we are good friends who know each other well, right, Aiko?"

Miao Meng deliberately used the words "confidant" and "good friend", as if to draw a safe boundary for herself, and as if to remind herself not to cross the line.

Aine raised her head and met Meow Meng's eyes, still filled with a gentle smile. This time, she managed to calm her mind, suppressing the inexplicable throbbing she had just felt. Her usual bright smile returned to her face, and she nodded vigorously, "Yes! We are close friends!"

After the words fell, a brief silence fell between the two of them. The only sounds were the whistling of the cold wind through the dead branches and the white breath exhaled by the two people gradually blending under the light.

Aiyin took advantage of this moment of silence to quietly adjust her breathing, trying to calm her heart, which had been beating wildly.

What happened? Aiyin was secretly confused in her heart, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the strap of her guitar bag. She knew very well what the pause in her heartbeat just now meant.

Just now... the look in Meow Mengqin's eyes... why did I suddenly have that feeling? It's just like... just like the first time Sakki looked at me seriously? Impossible! Meow Mengqin is just a friend... It must be because it's too cold and my brain is confused!

She shook her head, trying to put the confusion behind her.

"Ahem," Miao Meng seemed to find the silence a little strange. She glanced at the time on her phone screen, then raised her head and her gaze fell back on Aine's face.

This time, her eyes regained their usual clarity, and she showed the natural concern between friends: "It's getting late, Aiko, should we... go back?"

She noticed that Aine's cheeks seemed to be a little redder than before. Was it because it was too cold and Aiko was freezing?

Aine nodded immediately, as if she had grabbed a lifeline: "Yeah! Let's go back! It's really getting cold!"

She tightened her scarf, put away her guitar, and stood up from the bench.

After saying goodbye to Miao Meng, Aiyin walked alone on the street. The street lights stretched her shadow very long. She didn't understand why she had such an unclear throbbing feeling towards Miao Meng at that moment.

You can't say it's because Miao Mengqin is pretty, right? If that's the case... Chuhua, Rikki and the others are also pretty...

What could that be? The idol effect? ​​But Chuhua is also my idol...

Ugh... so annoying!

Chapter 439 The Same Feeling

In Hailing's rental house, the radiator made a slight humming sound.

The exercise books and draft papers spread out on the desk covered most of the table, with pencil marks extending messily on it. Following the handwriting, the mark stopped abruptly at a point.

With a "click", Hailing gently put down the pencil in her hand. She raised her head and looked calmly at Aiyin, who was obviously distracted across from her.

This was already the third time—Aine made a stupid mistake on the same type of question, and each time, the tip of her pen hovered over the paper, but her eyes drifted toward the window, as if there was something more fascinating there than mitosis.

"Ain." Hailing's voice was neither light nor heavy, but it was like a sharp knife, cutting off Ain's wandering thoughts.

“Ah?” Aine snapped back to reality, her pink hair swaying slightly with her movements. “What’s wrong, Umirin? Did I do something wrong again?”

Facing Shanghai Ling's gaze, she lowered her head to look at her draft paper, and then she realized that the steps of solving the problem just now had gone off track again, and a trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face.

“Sorry… I, I got distracted again. I won’t do it again next time…” Aine responded apologetically.

Hailing did not respond to Aiyin's apology. Instead, she slowly closed the exercise book with quick and decisive movements. Soon, Hailing put the scattered pens and erasers into the pencil case, and the metal collision made a crisp sound.

"Today's class ends here." Hailing's tone was flat, and no emotion could be heard. "You're not in the right state."

Aiyin opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to argue, but Hailing raised a finger to stop her. The bassist's fingertips gently touched Aiyin's lips, bringing a slightly cool touch. Those bottomless eyes looked directly at Aiyin: "What are you thinking about?"

Hailing's voice remained steady, yet it carried a sharp edge that could not be avoided: "Is it about Ruomai?"

Aine's eyes instantly widened! Her pink eyelashes fluttered violently. She couldn't believe that Hailing had hit upon her thoughts so accurately. In an instant, her cheeks flushed, and even the tips of her ears were stained crimson.