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

Finally, she couldn't stand the noisy harassment anymore, and impatiently she pinched the phone between her flexible toes and answered the call.

"Hello? Pochi-chan, what's going on?" At first, Yamada Ryo's voice was cold and her tone was harsh, but the moment she saw the contact person clearly, her tone became much calmer, but still very cold.

"It's me." A familiar male voice came from the phone, mixed with a few sweet kitten meows, which made people feel itchy.

Yamada Ryo swallowed subconsciously and drank the cold boiled water at hand in one gulp, slowly

She raised her eyelids, glanced at the electronic clock on the wall, and continued to ask: "I remember you said you would be back on July 11th, didn't you?"

"Ah, there are various reasons." Wang Yueshuo smiled, and a hint of helplessness could be heard in his tone.

"But a very important reason is that I miss you guys so much in Tokyo." Mochizuki changed his tone and said with a bright and cheerful smile: "As the saying goes, a day without seeing you feels like three months. So it has been nearly 42 months since we last met."

"Liang, you didn't even take the initiative to send me messages, which makes me very sad." He sighed sadly.

"Ah... I don't think there's anything that requires us to contact each other." Yamada Ryo spoke coldly, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Is the relationship between us so cold?!"

"Guu, what a cold-hearted woman!"

"You disappoint me so much. Let me hear your new song!"

Chapter 32: It is easy to change the country, but it is difficult to change one's nature

"Oh, it's just as I expected."

Yamada Ryo chuckled, holding the phone between his head and shoulders, and with his two nimble little hands he rolled up the sleeves of his black crew-neck shirt halfway, revealing his white, crystal-clear forearms.

"You never come to see me for nothing." Yamada Ryo took the nail clippers from the side and listened to Mochizuki Shuo's nonsense on the phone, saying "explanation is a cover-up, a cover-up is the fact, and facts speak louder than words," while mumbling a few words to him perfunctorily.

The soft toes were close together, large enough for Yamada Ryo to hold in one hand. With the other hand, he accurately and flexibly operated the nail clippers to skillfully cut the long nails along the contour of the toes. The pleasant "click" sound echoed in the quiet study.

"By the way, have you seen White Album 2?" Yamada Ryo suddenly asked.

"The one with Kitahara Haruki?" Mochizuki Saku was slightly stunned and frowned, not understanding what Yamada Ryo meant by suddenly asking about this famous anime adapted from Galgame.

"Well, I heard from my classmates that it has received rave reviews. Can you tell me about it?" Yamada Ryo asked calmly, his tone calm and composed, not revealing the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Why do I feel like the real purpose is not drinking?

Wang Yueshuo listened to the faint breathing sounds on the phone and the crisp sound of the spoon hitting the porcelain cup. He sorted out his words for more than ten seconds and talked eloquently: "On a snowy winter day, the complicated friendship and love between the male and female protagonists who are working hard make people feel as if they are in the emotional entanglement of "inseparable and tangled".

"Haruki is a scumbag, but Setsuna and Touma are not green tea bitches and mistresses."

"The whole story of White Album 2 is very touching, and the emotional portrayal is delicate. The three protagonists all try their best to cherish each other, but they all make mistakes because of fear, lack of confidence, or because they try too hard. This is the difference brought by the plot."

"This contrast often makes me think. In today's world, we judge others so coldly, third parties, spare tires, green tea bitches, etc. We roughly label others, define them, and deny everything. Is it appropriate?"

"Being abandoned, rejected, and betrayed, does it mean that you are worthless to the other person? Look at Haruki's struggle, sinking, and rising. Look at Setsuna's efforts, fear, and self-loathing. Look at Touma's self-control, collapse, and self-reflection. No, it is not worthless, it is extremely precious. Although making this decision seems to be disdainful and easy to bystanders, it is actually heavy, full of struggle, and full of self-blame."

By the end of his speech, Mochizuki Shuo felt a little thirsty. He took the plastic bottle handed to him by the pink-haired girl next to him and gulped down the water. He drank several big gulps before wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Of course, this is just my humble opinion."

Wang Yueshuo screwed the bottle cap on, smiled, and asked, "How do you feel, Liang-san? I wonder if my thoughts are helpful to you?"

"Yeah, it's quite useful." Yamada Ryo nodded, blew on his toes, and used a nail file to trim the nails to make them smoother and neater. He said lightly: "As for the music, come to Fanxing tomorrow to listen to it together and rehearse at the same time."

"By the way, Saku-san, did you bring back any souvenirs from your trip to Kyoto this time?"

As soon as the conversation changed, Yamada Ryo immediately revealed his nature as a greedy, gluttonous beast.

"?"

Are you jumping around a bit in this topic?

Wang Yueshuo suddenly felt a little amused and responded readily, "Of course I have prepared souvenirs, and I dare to guarantee that you will be satisfied."

"Oh? You are so confident." Upon hearing this, Yamada Ryo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Then we will wait and see tomorrow."

............

Mochizuki Shuo hung up the phone with a smile. He returned the phone to Xiao Yili and took out a small snack with a green background from the pocket of his sun protection jacket and handed it to her.

"This is a matcha cookie, a 'tea cake' made by Malebanche in Kitayama, Kyoto. It is not only very famous, but also tastes very good. I have personally tasted it." Mochizuki Saku tilted his head and continued, "For people who like matcha, this should be one of the best delicacies in their minds."

Cha no Ka is the most popular souvenir in Kyoto, which is highly praised by local people in Kyoto. It is jointly developed by pastry chef Yasuhiko Ezaki, tea expert Koto Kotoji, and tea appraiser Haruhide Morita. The words "Kyoto", "tea", and "fruit" are carefully printed on each biscuit.

The matcha of Cha no Ka is made from two types of Uji tea, "strong tea" and "light tea". The strong tea is slightly bitter, while the light tea is sweet. The strong matcha spreads into your mouth as soon as you bite it, followed by the sweetness of the white chocolate in the middle. The white chocolate has a certain thickness and melts in your mouth, forming a very unique taste with the biscuits.

"Ah...Thank you, Brother Shuo..."

Goto Ichiri was flattered and looked at the cat tongue biscuit in her hand, hesitating for a moment and not knowing what to say. However, from the smile and joy between her eyebrows and the pink on her cheeks, it was easy to see that Pochi-chan liked it very much.

"I still have several boxes in my suitcase. I'll go to your house later and take a few boxes for my uncle, aunt, and Erli sister to try as well." Wang Yueshuo added.

"Ah, isn't this too expensive?" Goto Ichiri's eyelashes trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to save money for Brother Fu.

"Ichiri-chan, you don't have to worry about my brother's money problem at all." Mochizuki Rin couldn't hold back her little heart of complaint after all, and hugged Goto Ichiri's petite and lovely but in some ways 'tolerant' body from behind, hugged the pink-haired girl's slender waist, and said in her ear with a smile:

"As far as I know, his pocket money this month alone has reached 50 yen. How much money can he spend on a few boxes of matcha cookies? Besides, he is the young master of the Mochizuki family in Kyoto. He will definitely not be short of money."

Mochizuki Rin's words made perfect sense, which frightened Goto Ichiri. All she could think about were matcha cookies and 50 yen, and the girl was almost dizzy.

“You guy…” Wang Yueshuo’s eyes twitched.

He recalled the pitiful and adorable look on Mochizuki Rin's face the day before yesterday when she hugged his thighs tightly and asked him to buy her a new game. Then he saw the cunning and slyly grinning money-eating beast in front of him. He was speechless and wanted to take out his phone and open Xhu to share his troubles immediately————

Urgent, urgent, urgent. What should I do if I am so rich that I am parasitized by my cute and charming lazy dog ​​sister?

Chapter 33: The Girl with the Scraps

In Yamada Ryo's previous band, a partner once asked her with admiration: How can I practice bass well? Yamada Ryo's answer to her was very simple.

——Tuning and plucking the strings.

It was the same as if I hadn't said anything. It was a perfect waste of a precious minute.

But it seems to be the case. For a high school female bassist named Ryo Yamada who can compose music in high school and can also compose such a powerful bass, playing bass? All you need is hands!

Maybe for her, playing the bass is just a simple and easy thing like tuning the guitar and plucking the strings.

The bathroom with its door half open was filled with mist, and the sound of dripping water was crisp and pleasant.

Yamada Ryo walked out of the bathroom with sleepy eyes and yawned. Her wet blue hair was rolled into a bun at the back of her head. A white bath towel wrapped around her curvy figure, and a scarf was tied loosely around her slender waist.

The girl stretched lazily, and her seductive body stretched out, from her gentle and graceful shoulders to her slender waist, and from her waist to her plump and firm buttocks, and she let out a comfortable hum.

Wearing summery sandals, the girl walked leisurely to the window and opened the dark blue curtains to let the bright sunshine in. She squinted her eyes and looked out the window. Under the clear blue sky, there were already workers commuting by train, and there were also scattered pedestrians on the empty streets.

"Today will be a good day." Yamada Ryo nodded contentedly.

After doing all this, the girl walked leisurely to the kitchen, glanced at the hot toast in the breakfast bread machine, curled her lips in disgust, and imagined all kinds of delicacies in her mind. Then Yamada Ryo sat at the dining table and started to eat her breakfast.

She was scrolling through her phone to check updates while chewing on a piece of bread spread with blueberry jam.

[Ryō: I want to buy a new speaker, any recommendations?]

[Saku: As for speakers, my personal recommendation is PJB (Phil Jones bass).]

[Ryō: Explain in detail.]

[Saku: PJB's high-end products have a combination array of multiple small speakers. The low-frequency part is like a wall of sound, which is super shocking. The "B" in PJB originally means bass, and it is a brand for bassists. But it is a bit too modern.]

[Ryō: That sounds great, but what’s the price? (Penguin starry eyes.JPG)]

[Saku: The price is a bit disappointing...about 2600000 yen.]

[Saku: But if you want to try it out, buy an x4c or bg120 and try it out.]

[Saku: PJB's X4 series is a portable speaker with great bass and a very low price. At just over yen, it's very cost-effective.]

[Ryō: Then, Saku-san, can you lend me 50000 yen?]

[saku:?]

The corner of Wang Yueshuo's mouth twitched, and he sent a voice message with a dark face.

[Saku: Still need to borrow? Don’t forget that you still owe me money! Let’s talk about borrowing money after you’ve paid off your previous debt.]

[Ryō: Do you have any recommendations for Fender speakers?]

Yamada Ryo skipped over the topic as if nothing had happened.

[Saku: Although I like Fender guitars very much, I feel that the sound system is not very distinctive. What is your budget for the sound system? If you don’t tell me the budget, it will be difficult for me to deal with it......]

[Ryō: How can you talk about money every three sentences? That's too vulgar, Saku-san!]

[Ryō: I think your behavior is full of money! Forget it, let’s not talk about it anymore. I’m going to have breakfast.]

[saku: ? ? ? ]

Yamada Ryo didn't even see Mochizuki Saku's reply with a question mark, and turned off his phone. He calmly picked up the glass of hot milk and drank it all in one gulp. A faint white milk stain flowed down the corner of his mouth, and he licked it with his pink little tongue as if nothing had happened.

Mm, it tastes a bit sweet.

..........

"Hello, good morning, everyone~" Mochizuki Rin greeted the sisters who were busy working under the stars with full energy. Her little hands raised high were like flags fluttering in the wind, and she was busy all the time.

"Good morning, Rin-chan~" Nijixia and Kita responded enthusiastically.

The store manager, who was typing away at the keyboard behind the counter to arrange shifts for the resident band, heard the sound and just poked his head out to see a pretty young girl, who looked to be around fifteen or sixteen years old, with jet-black hair tied up in a neat high ponytail, a pair of clear, bright eyes, a warm smile on her face, and a black short-sleeved shirt and shorts that made her look full of energy, like a sunflower in summer.

First sight: What a pretty girl!

Second glance: Was it brought by Shuo? Why are there so many young and beautiful girls around him?

Ijichi Xingge blinked her eyes, her long and dense eyelashes wrapped in a golden glow trembled slightly, and she calmly cast a puzzled look at Mochizuki Saku who was beside the girl, probably meaning - who is this girl?

The woman's sharp eyes were like a hawk's, holding on to Wang Yueshuo tightly, and there was a faint undercurrent beneath her blood-red eyes that were like gorgeous gems.

My sister. Mochizuki Shuo's hair stood on end when he was stared at, and he quickly explained by lip-syncing.

After hearing this, Yidizhi Xingge slowly exhaled and felt relieved.

Mochizuki Saku, who escaped from the jaws of death, also breathed a sigh of relief. Together with Goto Ichiri, he followed Mochizuki Rin's eager pace and went down the stairs to the lobby of Fanxing STARRY.

"Ijichi-sister, Kita-sister, Yamada-sister, these are the souvenirs we brought." Mochizuki Rin took out three boxes of "Yuki Maroge", the signature dessert of the Kyoto confectionery shop "Shiohoken", from her schoolbag and handed them to the girls who were also members of the band, and eagerly communicated with them.

"Thank you, Rin-chan~" Kita Ikuyo happily took it.

"Thank you." Yamada Ryo nodded calmly.

Mochizuki Rin looked around, and when she saw Ichichi Hoshige, her eyes lit up. She walked briskly to the side of the woman and said very sweetly, "I guess this super beautiful and elegant big sister is the Hoshige sister that my brother often talks about, right?"

"Oh, hello, hello..." Yijichi Xingge was shocked by her fiery enthusiasm and was stunned for two seconds before he came to his senses.

"My name is Mochizuki Rin, and I'm Mochizuki Saku's younger sister. Thank you for taking care of my brother all this time." Mochizuki Rin smiled sweetly.

Ichichi Xingge shook her head and tucked her hair behind her ears a little embarrassedly.

"I/also received a lot of care from Shuo."

Chapter 34: Bad Guy

After the greetings, the band will start today's rehearsal.

The song they rehearsed was a new song composed by Ryo Yamada and written by Ichiri Goto.

————Forget it (Never give up).

Because he only read the lyrics yesterday, Mochizuki Saku was initially happy to let Yangjiao sing the dark lyrics, but as he followed the rhythm and listened to Kita-chan's singing, Mochizuki Saku gradually immersed himself in the song.

After the song ended, Mochizuki Saku's eyes lit up, and the look he gave Kita Ikuyo seemed to be sparkling with stars.

This guy sang the most autistic lyrics written by Pochi-chan with the most youthful and lovely voice and the most refreshing melody, but it did not make people feel gloomy at all. Instead, some expectations for the future in the lyrics were highlighted.

Not only that, Kita Ikuyo's guitar skills have also improved greatly in the two weeks that Mochizuki Saku was away. One can't help but sigh at the sweat and hard work the girl has put in to improve herself, as well as her talent in music. She learned rhythm guitar from scratch in three months and can even take on some solos. This terrifying talent makes Mochizuki Saku involuntarily think of his old friend Hirasawa Yui.

That person is also a monster that God is eager to feed.

Alas, I really envy this kind of hardworking genius who has talent and works hard. I want Yu Yu. As a time traveler hanging on the wall, Wang Yueshuo thought with mixed feelings.

“Pah pah pah——”