Mygo, are you all yanderes?

[My bass will never be dull: Oh, I see.]

Yamada Ryo lay lazily on the off-white sofa in his living room, with the occasional noise from the television and his parents' laughter from watching soap operas nearby.

She half-closed her clear yellow eyes, lazily yawned, and the cold white light reflected on her smooth, glass-like cheeks, her eyebrows and eyes exuding nonchalance and a faint sense of aloofness.

Looking at the message that refreshed on the screen, she narrowed her eyes with interest, a faint smile playing on her lips.

[My bass will never be dull: How about taking her to Shimokitazawa?]

【The Ultimate Realm - The Emperor of War: Shimokitazawa?】

[My bass will never be dull: That's right.]

[My bass will never be boring: You said she's very good at guitar, so Shimokitazawa is definitely an unavoidable topic.]

[My bass will never be dull: There's a lot of music-related stuff here, from music stores to live houses.]

[My bass will never be boring: perfect for your friends right now.]

Kusano Akira walked to the table, took out two sheets of paper and a pen, sat down, looked at Yamada Ryo's message, and pondered thoughtfully, the pen nimbly spinning between his fingers.

Yamada Ryo's words make sense. The biggest thing he and Wakaba Mutsu have in common is music, and if they want to combine music with going out, then they can't do without live houses.

He and Wakaba Mutsu had both been to RIG, so there was no point in going again. Therefore, they wanted to find a place they had never been before.

Ishigami Kitazawa undoubtedly met this requirement, and I heard that it's also a great place for taking photos, which perfectly matches Wakaba Mutsu's recent hobby.

[Extreme Realm——Emperor Wu: Good! 】

[Peak - Emperor of War: Then I'll go to Shimokitazawa!]

Part 3 [Extreme Realm - Emperor of War: But here's the question, are there any good live houses and bands there?]

Upon seeing this, Goto Ichiri quickly switched her phone screen to a search platform, searching for "Shimokitazawa" and "live house" as keywords.

4. [My bass will never be dull: There's a live house called Starry in Shimokitazawa, it's pretty good.]

Yamada Ryo opened the chat window with Ijichi Nijika.

[Yamada Ryo: Nijika, are you there?]

[Nijika Ijichi: I have no money.]

"..."

Yamada Ryo wondered if she had made a mistake somewhere, since even Ichiji Nijika's first words to her were that she had no money.

Has her "debt defaulter" persona become so firmly established?

[Yamada Ryo: It's not about borrowing money.]

[Niji Natsumi: I ate all the snacks too!]

[Ijichi Nijika: Video.mp4]

In the video, Ijichi Nijika is seen eating potato chips as if she is clearing out her inventory, her mouth puffed out like a hamster's. After finishing, she gives Yamada Ryo a thumbs up.

[Yamada Ryo: You're lying, there's definitely more to come.]

[Nijika Ijichi: Sticking out her tongue, jpg]

[Yamada Ryo: Can I see Starry's schedule for tomorrow?]

[Nijika Ichi: This one? That sounds good.]

[Niji Natsumi: Here you go.]

[Niji Natsumi: Image.jpg]

Her fair fingers lightly tapped the screen, opening the image file sent by the other party. When she saw a name on the image that caught her attention, she leaned forward slightly.

[Yamada Ryo: Understood.]

[Yamada Ryo: Nijika, I'm going to Starry tomorrow.]

[Nijika Ichi: Isn't tomorrow your day off? Or are you coming to see a show?]

[Yamada Ryo: Yeah, watching the show.]

[Nijika Ichi: No wonder you asked me to create a schedule.]

[Yamada Ryo: I'm logging off now.]

[Yamada Ryo: Nijika, I want to eat those cucumber-flavored potato chips tomorrow.]

[Ichi Nijika: I—can't—see—it.]

Yamada Ryo switched back to the forum.

[My bass will never be dull: Tomorrow afternoon around 5 pm, a band called CK Hack is playing at Starry, they're pretty good.]

【Extreme Realm - Emperor of War: Received, ck hack, right?】

Kusano Akira wrote 17:00 at the end of the paper, followed by 'starry' and 'ck hack'.

"Woo..."

After searching for a long time without finding anything, when he switched back, he found that the two people seemed to have already set up a location, which made Goto Ichiri a little worried.

She made a boastful statement, but it had no effect whatsoever. Thankfully, this was online; if it had happened in real life, she really wouldn't have been able to handle it. *Whoosh*

Goto Ichiri lay sprawled on the floor, deflated, her long pink hair spread out and occasionally brushing against the scattered clothes beside her.

She gripped her phone loosely, sighed softly, placed it against her chest, and stared unfocusedly at the ceiling, muttering incoherent words.

"...Shimokitazawa...yes!"

As if suddenly remembering something exciting, Goto Ichiri straightened up again, haphazardly crumpled all the clothes next to her together, picked them up, and ran out the door.

Isn't this a golden opportunity? The time and place are both set, so she can snipe Kusano Akira before next Wednesday!

That's exactly what she originally planned to do—find a similar live house to practice her courage so she wouldn't be too scared to go to RIG alone next week.

"mom!"

"Press the door open forcefully," Goto Ichiri called out to his mother, who was inside comforting her youngest daughter.

"I need to learn how to dress, please help me!"

"..."

"Yili, what's wrong with you?"

Michiyo Goto walked worriedly to her daughter, who was carrying a large pile of clothes, and touched her forehead.

“When Erli told me that my sister was having another attack, I didn’t pay much attention, after all, you’ve been like this for a while now.”

"But suddenly saying she wants to learn how to dress... is she out of her mind?"

"...Mom, am I really your biological daughter?"

Goto Ichiri stood there, her lips twitching slightly, her head lowered, and her soft hair slipped down, half-covering her embarrassed face.

Volume 1: Chapter 125 (2k views)

Goto Ichiri looked on with a disappointed expression, letting the woman in front of him keep switching his hand between her forehead and his own.

"You don't have a fever..."

Michiyo Goto frowned deeply, cupping her daughter's slender hand in her palm as she looked worriedly at the girl's unnaturally pale face.

"Has it really been because you've been staying home alone for too long? Have you gone crazy? Let's go out and have fun together this week, okay?"

Having said that, ignoring Goto Ichiri's deathly pale face upon hearing the word "alone" and the translucent, guitar-shaped soul that seemed to be flowing from the corner of her mouth, she turned to a man sitting on the sofa watching TV and spoke to him.

"Honey, hurry up and book tickets for an amusement park, or an aquarium, a stargazing museum, a zoo, or anything else that will help her relax."

"Really, really!"

Goto Ichiri puffed out her cheeks, swallowed the faint shadow at the corner of her mouth, pulled her hand back from her mother's, then hugged the clothes that had been teetering on the edge of their clothes tightly, and said to her in a coquettish tone, drawing out the last syllable of her voice.

"I just want to learn how to dress..."

As she spoke, Goto Ichiri's voice grew softer and softer, until it was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz. She lowered her head, and her expression, hidden under her bangs, gradually became guilty.

Although her parents are still young and the family traditions aren't that old-fashioned, it's still shameful to think that she wants to dress up nicely just to target netizens.

Especially since it wasn't even a face-to-face meeting; she was just secretly observing him from a distance, and that online friend was a male from mainland China.

"That's right, Mom. Yili is a girl after all. It's not wrong for her to want to dress up nicely."

Sitting on the sofa, the middle-aged man, who, like Goto Ichiri, had his eyes covered by his bangs, smiled and said to Goto Michiyo.

"And shouldn't you be the happiest person if Ichiri wants to learn how to dress up? You've bought her so many clothes that she's hardly ever worn."

"It's such a shame that this child is so cute but doesn't know how to use her advantages..."

Michiyo Goto pulled a piece of clothing from Ichiri Goto's arms and said to Naoki Goto—Ichiri Goto's father—with teary eyes.

"When I was young, I was the most beautiful girl in the whole school. If I had just dressed up, I wouldn't have had a lot of friends, but I definitely wouldn't be like this now..."

“Puga!”

The words from her closest relative were like a sharp sword, piercing deeply into Goto Ichiri's heart. She swayed precariously, almost unable to stand.

"That's a real shame, but it's also perfect. After all, our Yili is so good-looking. If he knew how to dress up, he would definitely attract a lot of bad boys. You don't know, boys these days are all incredibly bad..."

When the conversation reached the point of 19, Goto Naoki suddenly stopped talking. His four fingers, which were gripping the teacup, turned slightly white from the force he exerted. His pupils, hidden beneath his bangs, turned toward Goto Ichiri, like a predator locking onto its prey.

He gently put the teacup down, the rim of which tapped softly on the coffee table. He looked at her suspiciously, his tone filled with wariness.

"One mile..."

"What, what's wrong?"

Locked onto by that suddenly suspicious gaze, Goto Ichiri straightened up abruptly, her neck stiffening, and a hint of tension appeared on her delicate face.

Her hands, due to instinct, straightened and slipped from her embrace, causing all the clothes she had been holding to fall to the ground.

"Ah, all the clothes...!"

Goto Ichiri quickly squatted down to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground, and just as she was picking them up, Goto Naoki's soul-searching questions followed.

"You suddenly dressed up like that, could it be... you've been tricked by some bad boy outside?"

"..."

Slender fingers pressed against the white lace cuffs. Goto Ichiri froze on the spot as if a pause button had been pressed, her knees pressing against the cold floor, and a faint blush creeping up her ears.

Michiyo Goto, Jiri Goto, and their dog, Jimi-Hon, all stopped what they were doing, and all eyes were on her.

The room was so quiet that even the sound of sweat dripping from Goto Ichiri's face due to nervousness was clearly audible.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, with only the television, still playing the message "Let us thank Mr. Wakaba for being here," serving as proof of the passage of time.

After a long while, Michiyo Goto seemed to wake from a dream. She covered her mouth and nose with her hands, her eyes shimmering as she looked at Ichiri Goto, her voice filled with indescribable emotion.

"Waaah, my little Ichiri has finally grown up! I never imagined she'd skip all the previous hurdles and go straight to the final step of social interaction. Mom, I thought I'd never see anything like this in my life!"

"..." 4

Goto Ichiri's body trembled. 0

"My sister's ears have turned so red."

"Woof."

Goto Jiri and Jimi Hen ran up to Goto Ichiri one after the other, circling around her. Goto Jiri seemed to have noticed something, pointing at Goto Ichiri's ear, her tone brimming with undisguised cheerfulness.

"..." 6

Goto Ichiri's body trembled. 4

"So there really is a troublemaker here!!!"

Naoki Goto's hair stood on end in anger, and his teeth clenched and gnawed as he worked them together.

"Damn it, who's trying to trick my daughter? I'll make them see what the rage of a veteran rocker looks like, kora!!!"

"..."

Goto Ichiri's body trembled.

"They're just online friends..."

A voice as delicate as a nightingale's murmur emanated from the girl's lips. Goto Ichiri slowly raised her head, her face flushed crimson from the tips of her ears to her neck, like the spreading sunset.

She silently picked up all the clothes, then straightened up, her fingertips gripping the fabric with a slight pressure, her lips parted slightly, and every word she uttered trembled, as if wrapped in burning shyness.