For the peace of the Lonely Band, please sacrifice yourself!

I remember in my previous life, the drummer in the band would often receive these little gifts from girlfriends…

What would Hongxia like?

While the boy was thinking carefully about what gift to give, Yidi Chi Hongxia had already sat opposite him, picking up a glass of boiled water and drinking it in gulps.

Hearing the girl's voice, Wang Yueshuo raised his head and asked, "Hongxia, your birthday is tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, but how did Shuo-kun know that?"

Ijichi Hongxia tilted her head and looked at the boy who was holding his cheek with a suspicious look. Her mind was working rapidly. It seemed that she had never told Mochizuki Saku about her birthday.

"Of course I learned about it from your Twitter and Line," Wang Yueshuo spread his hands and explained, "Before, in order to better understand what kind of people my future teammates are, I deliberately browsed through your space and photo wall for a long time."

"Ugh... that's a bit gross."

Yidizhi Hongxia felt a little disgusted and silently took a few steps away from Wangyue Shuo.

"Senior Mochizuki, do you know our birthday?"

Kita, who was watching the fun, raised his arm. When he saw Mochizuki Saku answer without hesitation, he was instantly energized and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"So when is my birthday?"

"April 4st, and didn't I just celebrate your birthday with you last month..."

Wang Yueshuo was speechless. It was only a month's gap. Are you looking down on my memory?

“Hey hey hey….”

As soon as he finished speaking and the sound disappeared, the strings stopped vibrating, and the entire waiting room fell silent at the same time, as if all the movement was frozen in that moment.

Yamada Ryo, Ijichi Kouka, and Goto Ichiri quickly raised their heads and looked at Kita Ikuyo who was holding her little face with red cheeks and smiling foolishly.

The expressions on the girls' faces were different. Yamada Ryo looked meaningful, Ijichi Nichina seemed thoughtful, and Goto Ichiri was in a daze.

"What about mine?" Yamada Ryoya came over to join in the fun.

"September 9th, it's time to get the second half."

"What about Pochi-chan's?"

"November 2."

The boy answered the correct answer without hesitation, his words full of confidence.

"You really remembered everything..."

Hongxia glanced at Liang and Pochi, and after seeing the expected expressions on their faces, she put down her water cup with some emotion, puffed up her cheeks, complained unconvinced, and muttered:

"This is unfair. Shuo-jun knows our birthdays, but we don't know Shuo-jun's birthday. He deliberately concealed it! It's not fair~"

The blonde girl shook her calves and kicked Mochizuki Saku across from her restlessly.

"Eh? I know Saku-san's birthday." Goto Ichiri stood up and said weakly.

Ichichi Hongxia: “….”

Damn it, this is the power of childhood sweethearts.

"My birthday is July 24th, and I have never hidden it...it's just that no one asked me." Wang Yueshuo sighed and said helplessly.

"Mochizuki-senpai's birthday is during summer vacation..."

"Let's get back to the point. My birthday is nearly two months away, and it doesn't matter what the date is. The most important thing right now is Hongxia's birthday, after all, it's tomorrow..."

Wang Yueshuo knocked on the coffee table, and the crisp sound seemed to serve as a reminder.

"That's right, what kind of birthday present would you like, Ijichi-senpai?" Kita-san asked bluntly, supporting his face with his hands.

As expected of the modern Kita Ikuyo, she easily raised the issues that I dared not to ask.

Mochizuki Shuo looked at Kita with admiration.

"Things like that...anything is fine," Hong Xia scratched her head, "As long as it's a gift from everyone, I like it. But please don't give me drumsticks or something like that, I have them all here."

What? Then all the gifts I thought of before will be useless?

Do I have to go online to seek advice from stupid netizens?

Mochizuki Saku felt a toothache when he recalled the nonsensical responses and comments that were purely meant to embarrass him when he was looking for a birthday present for Kita-san online last month.

Forget it, I'll just figure it out myself. Stupid netizens are unreliable.

"Everyone should have some time tomorrow, how about we throw a birthday party for Ijichi-senpai together?" Kita Ikuyo suggested excitedly.

"Sure, I'd also like to thank Hongxia for inviting Ichiri and me to join the band." Mochizuki Saku nodded and quickly agreed to Kita's party request.

"I...I have time too."

Apart from Mochizuki Saku's birthday party, this was the first time that Goto Ichiri attended a friend's birthday party. His body was trembling slightly under his sportswear, and his big watery eyes were shining brightly as he looked forward to his birthday.

"Since everyone is so eager, we must organize this party to satisfy everyone."

Ijichi Hongxia looked at Kita, whose discussion was getting more and more heated, and smiled peacefully like a mother, then clapped her hands to signal everyone to look at her:

"Everyone can tell me if there are any dishes you want to eat, so that I can go to the supermarket to buy the ingredients."

"Let's help too, Senior!"

"Oh, you don't need it?" Ijichi Hongxia hesitated for two seconds and said embarrassedly.

"Kitao is right. After all, you are the birthday boy. You should at least take a day off. Let us reward you for all your efforts in the band." Mochizuki Saku put down the pillow in his arms and swept away his tiredness.

"Let me cook tomorrow."

"Can Shuo-kun cook?"

Hong Xia blinked and tilted her head to ask curiously.

"Of course, I often cook for myself when I'm at home. After all, my sister is really good at cooking..."

"Then... I'll look forward to tomorrow."

"I hope my craftsmanship will not disappoint you."

Chapter 4 The wind is blowing so hard, let's kiss (k, please vote at the end of the month

May 28th, 7pm.

"Sister Xingge, what gift will you give Hongxia on her birthday?"

"Birthday cake. I prepare Hongxia's birthday cake every year."

With his hands on the table, Ijichi Xingge looked at Mochizuki Shuo who called him out late at night. He felt a little strange, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, and a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors filled his heart.

Obviously she just wanted to help him pick out a gift for his sister, but she dressed up specially when she went out. She usually didn't wear any makeup and had a plain face, but she subconsciously put on some light makeup and changed into nice clothes. The thin light blue gauze dress danced silently in the evening breeze.

Even though we are sisters, I would still get a little emotional about things like this.

No, why should I argue with my sister about these things? I don’t have that kind of thought towards Shuo!

When Yidizhi Xingge thought of her sister crying bitterly, she immediately shook her head and swept the tangled thoughts in her mind into the trash can.

"Is there any gift you want from Hongxia?"

Mochizuki Shuo, who 'doesn't understand girlish ways', seemed unaware of the emotional fluctuations of the woman beside him, with his hands in the pockets of his red and black baseball jacket.

"Aren't you going to prepare dinner for her birthday party yourself...and give her other gifts? Let me make it clear in advance that Hong Xia won't accept anything too expensive."

Ichichi Xingge glanced at the gloomy-faced Mochizuki Shuo and reminded him in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I know this."

Wang Yueshuo waved his hand to indicate that he understood, stood up, picked up a few slices of tender beef and put them into the boiling mushroom soup pot and spicy hot pot.

The table was filled with plates of meat and vegetables, and he even placed a small plate of fruit in front of the woman. The boiling steam continued to rise, as if blocking Ichichi Xingge's view of the boy. She could smell the hint of spicy flavor as the steam lingered.

He took a look at the scarlet surface of the spicy hot pot and the eerie darkness at the bottom and swallowed silently.

After the tender beef was blanched for a while, Wang Yueshuo picked it up and put it into the seasoning bowl of coriander, chopped green onion and sesame oil in front of the woman. The young man muttered a few words: "Eat more, beef is very nutritious, it nourishes the spleen and stomach, replenishes qi and blood, strengthens the muscles and bones, and is good for the body," like a mature elder who cares about the younger generation.

Ichichi Hoshigeka:......

It's hard, the fist is hard.

Am I usually too gentle, or are you in your rebellious phase?

The woman rolled her eyes, but she didn't stretch out her fist to hit Wang Yueshuo like she did before. She thought the boy was just a good talker, and since a dog can't spit out ivory, she didn't bother to argue with him.

Ijichi Xingge mixed the beef slices in the seasoning bowl twice and put them in her mouth. She felt the tenderness and juiciness of the hand-cut beef and the light meaty aroma blooming on her taste buds, and she couldn't help but praise: "Delicious!"

It tastes good, and it’s worth the money.

Wang Yueshuo also took out a piece of tender beef from the spicy pot, without any seasoning, and slowly put it into his mouth to chew. The penetrating spicy feeling made him let out a breath of relief.

The taste of this hotpot restaurant is truly authentic. Although it is certainly not as good as the Sichuan hotpot he had with the drummer in his previous life, it is one of the most authentic hotpot restaurants he has eaten at in Neon in the past 18 years.

"Would you like to try spicy hotpot?" Wang Yueshuo raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"....," Yidizhi Xingge didn't say anything, but just picked up the bowl and pushed it in the direction of Wangyue Shuo.

Wang Yueshuo silently typed a question mark.

Oh? Seriously? I'm kidding, sis.

"Do you really want to try it?" Wang Yueshuo asked hesitantly and not very confidently.

"Of course, doesn't it look hot?"

Ichichi Xingge tried to keep himself spirited, dissatisfied with Mochizuki Shuo's suspicious gaze. The white porcelain bowl and the table made a crisp bang, as if urging the boy.

Wang Yueshuo quickly put the fresh beef, which was still dripping with chili oil, from his bowl into Sister Xingge's bowl, carefully picked up a glass of lime ice juice and placed it next to the woman's hand, smiling awkwardly.

Yidizhi Xingge Xingge snorted softly and swallowed the beef whole without making any comment.

As soon as the soup went down her throat, Xingge felt that it was not too spicy, so she picked up another piece of beef and savored it carefully. This time, the spicy taste rushed up from her stomach and rushed to her throat.

"hiss----"

Ichichi Xingge took a breath of cold air and hastily picked up the ice drink and gulped it down. The crimson cherry blossoms seemed to be blown by the night wind, climbing through the window and onto the woman's neck, extending upward and spreading, making her ears red from the spiciness, and her forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, which gathered into beads of sweat along her white cheeks and fell on the table.

Siha... Siha...

Even after drinking an ice drink, she still felt her tongue swollen and her throat numb. She stared resentfully at Wang Yueshuo, who had his hands spread out and his lips pouted with an innocent expression. She looked at the boy's delicate collarbone where sweat was flowing from his collar and licked her lips inadvertently.

The already moist cherry lips became even more juicy after being baptized by the authentic spicy hot pot. They looked very tempting, just like a ripe peach dripping with morning dew. At first glance, he had the urge to bite it.

Mochizuki Saku pushed the other glass of ice water that had just been filled. Ijichi Xingge glanced at it, frowned slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally had to succumb to the power of the chili and drank the ice water in one gulp.

"How is it now?"

"Much better."

As she spoke, Sister Xingge seemed unconvinced and lowered her head again to try to dig into the beef in the bowl. Wang Yueshuo quickly used his chopsticks to pick it up and reprimanded her in a serious tone, "Stop eating. Aren't you afraid of ruining your stomach?"

"You're not young anymore, oh, don't hit me!"

Mochizuki Shuo touched his head which had been hit by the woman's punch and sighed.

And Yidizhi Xingge looked like she had suffered humiliation. Her mouth was pouted unhappily, her narrow and long phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and her resentful little eyes were fixed on Wang Yueshuo.

I thought that I was just being stubborn by agreeing to his joke, but then I changed my mind and thought, if he hadn't been joking with bad intentions, how could I have been provoked to rebel and ended up in the embarrassing situation I am in now?

You want me to suffer like this? Just wait for me! Yidizhi Xingge thought proudly like a little girl who has not yet fallen in love.

"How did you find this store?" the woman asked after taking another sip of ice water.

"Because I like spicy food and I heard that many Chinese cuisines are spicy and numbing, so I found out about this authentic Sichuan hotpot restaurant in Tokyo."

Wang Yueshuo picked up the green vegetables and Artemisia selengensis that were being dipped in the mushroom soup pot and put them into Sister Xingge's small plate, and added:

“The owner of this store has lived in Chengdu, China for many years, so the taste is trustworthy.”

“It tastes... really good.”

Ijichi Xingge praised her, but in her heart she was thinking that she would never come again. If she came, she would have to embarrass someone else. Let me think about it, should I bring Ye Yue or Kikuri?

If Mochizuki Saku knew what she was thinking, he would probably give her a thumbs up, then raise his hands and feet in agreement, and support Hayase Hazuki to experience the feeling of ascension first.

The current scale is not super spicy, just medium spicy, most Japanese people can't stand it, so most Sichuan restaurants basically can't stay open. If it weren't for the fresh ingredients and the choice of shabu-shabu pot, this restaurant would probably end up closing down.

“Sister Xingge, don’t be so stubborn when you come out to eat with me.” Wang Yueshuo slowly picked out pieces of tender green vegetables, glanced at the tiny tears in the woman’s eyes, and spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of admonition.

"I'm not perfect in dealing with people, and I'm often careless and ignore your feelings. And after getting to know you, I'm a little rude and often speak without restraint."