Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

The tear that had been hanging in the corner of her eye for so long finally flowed slowly down the girl's porcelain-like cheek.

The tear stains were especially noticeable under the light.

Ming Zefeng's heart was pounding.

What do you mean by "I will never play bass again"?

The problem of being cold is bigger than I imagined.

He raised his hand and gently wiped away Liang Sang's tears. Ming Zefeng cradled the girl in his arms and whispered, "Come with me."

Yamada Ryo also realized that her eyes were a little sore and her face was a little itchy. She turned over and, taking advantage of her drunkenness and confusion, openly buried herself in Naruhisa Kaede's arms and took a few deep breaths.

I felt completely natural, with only my own scent on me. It had been a very, very long time since I'd felt this way.

How despicable!

That bastard.

never mind.

Yamada Ryo closed his eyes.

Listen quietly to the sound of my heartbeat.

My thoughts gradually slowed down.

Yamada Ryo counted his heartbeats.

On the seventh tap, I felt a warm touch on my occipital bone.

Mingze Feng's thumb was unconsciously stroking the stray hairs on the back of her neck, as if he were tuning an out-of-tune string.

Yamada Ryo let herself sink into this almost embracing position, one hand gripping Narusawa Kaede's sleeve tightly until her nose brushed against his wrist. She raised her head and gently rubbed against him.

Naruzawa listened intently to the girl's gradually calming breathing.

His expression gradually turned serious.

Indeed, I can't leave Liang here. And... maybe listening to a live performance will make things better.

Mingze Feng felt he needed a helper.

A helper who also comes to my concert, has a good relationship with me, and can keep an eye on Liang.

"..."

Mingze Feng put one arm around Liang so she could rest properly, while using the other hand to fiddle with his phone and open his chat with Ruoye Mu.

The photo of white stockings that the girl sent yesterday almost made Naruzawa Kaede drop his phone; thankfully, Ryo was asleep at that time...

Chapter Twenty-Three: Sickhack's Reputation Rises, One Slip with a Scumbag Leads to a Lifetime of Misfortune

Yamada Ryo was still a little dizzy.

She had been held close to the waist while she fell asleep, and the familiar scent and warmth allowed her to have a rare good night's sleep. The last time she had felt this way was when she was very young, lying in her mother's arms.

As his consciousness gradually cleared, Yamada Ryo recalled that he had stayed up most of the night and couldn't help but fall asleep in Narusawa Kaede's arms.

Even though she could clearly see herself in this state, this scumbag... really knows how to take advantage of a vulnerable moment.

Yamada Ryo raised his palm, pressed it against his chest, and quietly listened to his own slow and faint heartbeat.

The last time we cuddled and slept together was at home. I had just discovered his true colors as a jerk, and my mind was a complete mess. I walked down street after street, but he still managed to catch up with me and hold my arm.

He took Mingze Feng home and spent his days watching the stars in the attic.

Listening to Moonlight Sonata with Mingze Feng in the basement, savoring the tranquility of the night.

To be honest, I haven't forgotten a thing.

Just now, she tried to push him away but couldn't muster any strength; she tried to stand up but ended up lying on top of him; she tried to leave but ended up holding him even tighter.

"Tsk..."

What is this thing called?

Once again—it was found.

Once again—I couldn't escape.

Once again—I was taken care of.

I should never have gone out that door last night.

My ears felt not only warm, but so hot they made my face flush. Even my heart was pounding faster.

How long has it been since I felt this kind of embarrassment and annoyance?

Yamada Ryo thought to himself, "I don't know if it's just my imagination, but my body feels warm right now, like I'm soaking in warm water."

She's so warm right now...

You might say you don't want to go, but deep down you might be looking forward to it.

"what......"

"Um......"

Yamada Ryo rubbed his hands together contentedly.

Yamada Ryo, you were ruined by that scumbag. You were angry with yourself, angry with your family, and angry with Naruzawa Kaede.

Like a... childish brat.

"Tsk..."

Buzz-buzz-

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a vehicle approaching and then driving away again. Only then did Yamada Ryo realize that something was wrong.

Where is this place?

Yamada Ryo opened her eyes. She knew she was sitting, but whose car was this, and why was she sitting in it?

"Don't be nervous, Feng asked me to take care of you here."

Following the sound, Yamada Ryo's pupils dilated in shock at the mere glance he received.

Because the girl sitting opposite me was very...refined.

It's so delicate, like a porcelain doll.

For a moment, this was the only word Yamada Ryo could think of. Whether it was the girl's makeup or the long-sleeved dress she was wearing, setting aside all descriptive words, in the simplest terms, it all cost money.

Spending money on something like adjusting the refresh rate of a computer screen from 60Hz to 144Hz, the click of a keyboard, or an art student's quick sketch—only those who understand these things can see the difference.

Coincidentally, Yamada Ryo has always been somewhat involved in this circle.

So, who are you, dear lady?

“There’s a performance at SickHack, and Feng just went in.” Ruoye Mutsu thought for a moment and then said, “Mutsu, you can just call me that. Wait here for a while, Feng will be out soon.”

Yamada Ryo: "...So he dumped me on you?"

No, it's just because I have to go on stage with Kikuri Hiroi.

Just as Ruoye Mu opened her mouth, the scene of Crychic's disbandment night suddenly flashed through her mind. She suddenly felt that what she was about to say was inappropriate at this moment.

Or perhaps she's not really good at speaking.

Not receiving a response from Wakaba Mutsu, Yamada Ryo took a deep breath, assuming it was just the young lady's modesty.

At that moment, Yamada Ryo suddenly understood why his body felt so warm.

It turned out there was a heater in the car.

"Hold..."

Yamada Ryo swallowed a curse word, because the girl opposite him was really not associated with swearing. In the face of pure white, he would feel psychological pressure if she were stained with even a single black spot.

Yamada Ryo would normally have been calmer and more composed. But now, she was seething with anger. Waking up, she was shocked to find that scumbag so warm and genuinely blind.

"Damn it... I wasn't talking about you, I'm leaving."

Yamada Ryo found the switch on the door with one hand, but to her surprise, Wakaba Mutsu reacted very strongly to her words.

"No!" Almost at the same time as she shouted, Wakaba Mutsu grabbed Yamada Ryo's arm with both hands.

Yamada Ryo was bewildered, but that didn't stop her from putting on a fierce look and staring intently into Wakaba Mutsu's eyes.

Ruo Yemu shrank back and actually lowered his head.

Yamada Ryo blinked.

This Mu seems like someone who's easy to bully.

Not only is it like this now, but also the strange reaction the other person had when I said I was leaving just now.

Yamada Ryo thought the other person had practiced the legendary skill of a poker face, given their expressionless demeanor from the beginning.

[Is it because of Master's (Naruzawa Kaede's) mission that you're afraid I'll leave?]

A strange thought suddenly popped into Yamada Ryo's head, and she looked at the kind young lady who called herself 'Mutsumi' with a strange gaze.

Some faces looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place them.

She has a very delicate face and a natural camera presence.

Yamada Ryo's expression changed.

How could such a beautiful, fresh-looking cabbage have been deceived by a scumbag?

Even myself...

“I said,” Yamada Ryo said after thinking for a moment, “what else did he say?”

"When you wake up, I'll take you to see a live show."

"...I don't need him to tell me what to do."

Yamada Ryo pursed his lips and then pretended to get off the bus.

Mu didn't take the bait; instead, he tilted his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

"Live, is it alright if you don't go?" Mu asked simply.

"What could possibly happen?"

Yamada Ryo said casually, running his fingers through his hair. It was just that his hair wasn't well-maintained; the strands were tangled, split, and matted together, and it was also quite oily.

Out of the corner of his eye, Yamada Ryo caught a glimpse of the fluffy, smooth long hair next to Wakaba Mutsu and subconsciously made a comparison.

No, or rather, there's no need for careful comparison at all.

From the very beginning, Yamada Ryo knew that he had lost in terms of appearance.

Having spent half a month without dressing up and even staying up all night in internet cafes, I really can't compare to the girl in front of me who always makes sure she's done her own makeup before going out, and whose long-sleeved dress makes her look so ethereal.

Yamada Ryo noticed that Mutsumi's skirt was spotless, while her own jeans had white stains.

Did you spill something on your clothes while drinking? Will your cheeks be covered in a grime, and... will you have bad breath...?

Yamada Ryo pursed her lips, lost in thought, muttering things like, "I'm not going to a live show." Wakaba Mutsu, not giving up, added after a long while:

"Feng said he would be very happy if you went."

Originally, it was a prepared statement in her mind, but finally, Wakaba Mutsu belatedly uttered those words.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Yamada Ryo still perked up her ears when she heard that Narusawa Kaede would be happy. She waved her hand, feigning impatience, as if the person sitting next to her in the car wasn't the young lady, but herself, the cool and dashing girl.

"Your young lady is such a hassle. Fine, let's go in and take a look..."

Ruoye Mu subconsciously relaxed her shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. She had been so tense since the beginning that she was almost hallucinating, constantly thinking about what to do if Yamada Ryo was disobedient.

Mingze is finally about to complete the first task that Feng gave her.

Thinking about this, this feeling of being used, made Ruoye Mu feel at ease and ready to spend a few more days.

"That's wonderful," a relaxed and contented smile appeared on Ruoye Mu's face.

But when Wakaba Mutsu got out of the car, she didn't see Yamada Ryo. She quickly stood on tiptoe, looking around for Yamada Ryo.

At the street corner.

Yamada Ryo waved his arm and gave the middle finger towards the luxury car.