Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

"Thank you this time. If she gets this drunk again, just throw her under the bridge."

A text message from Ichi Hoshika.

Mingze Feng was taken aback, then chuckled softly.

"Did she really throw up?"

"...Still in the taxi, but don't worry, she'll reimburse you afterwards. That's why she can't save any money."

"After getting drunk, she became even more reckless, but it's rare to see someone as genuinely sincere as her. It makes you want to..."

After Naruzawa Kaede finished editing the text message, Ichiji Hoshika replied, "I still want to beat her up!"

Then I heard another beeping sound.

Hahaha.

Yamada Ryo finally sent a message.

"...Aren't you online yet?"

Scrolling up further, a message from an hour ago came into view.

"The live show is starting... I bought an extra ticket, want to come?"

......

Beep...beep...

A wide-range mix of guitar and bass reverberated throughout the store.

The soaring singing voice pierced through the dark clouds.

Raised arms and cheers filled the air as the effects pedals, with their changing rhythms, swept through the audience.

"How do you feel?"

During a break in the live performance, Yamada Ryo looked at the stage and asked the person next to him.

Receiving no response, Yamada Ryo turned her head and saw Narusawa Kaede looking up at the spot to their left front.

But they were all people, and she didn't know who she was looking at.

But she knew that Mingze Feng was sitting right next to her.

"stare--"

"Whoosh!"

The sudden contractions made me instinctively clutch my lower back.

Mingze Feng also turned his gaze away from the exclamation mark that was moving away in the distance.

Chapter Twelve: Yamada Ryo Searches for His Destiny

Naruzawa Kaede stared at Yamada Ryo, but the girl kept her eyes glued to the Roslia band on stage, pretending nothing was wrong.

Half an hour earlier, they had arranged to meet in front of a family restaurant near Shimokitazawa Station.

She must have been waiting for a while when he carried the bass over. Her nose was red, and half her face was buried in her scarf, the condensation from her breath making it look damp.

As Yamada Ryo watched him approach, he stood on tiptoe and asked, "Speaking of which, did something happen on the way?"

That's because... Naruzawa Kaede began to vividly describe what he had seen and heard. First, he returned someone's lost items and received a reward of 3,000 yen. Later, he met a young woman on the streets of Shinjuku who was drinking alone because her band had broken up, and she even dragged him to play a piece of music on the street.

Yamada Ryo didn't reply. She counted on her fingers and then pinched the sleeve of Narusawa Kaede's clothes.

Having received no response, Mingze Feng raised his eyes, somewhat dazed.

[These clothes are so thin... Aren't you cold? Put on another layer on the way here, you idiot!]

"Hmm... Have you eaten yet? Let's go to that restaurant over there, you can treat me. I heard you say you got three thousand yen."

He didn't hear what Yamada Ryo mumbled at first, but he could roughly guess from the text he saw.

At this moment, Yamada Ryo had already opened his finger, pointing to the restaurant behind him.

Restaurants in front of the train station usually sell fast food and are a good place for students to work after school or during summer vacation.

Mingze Feng has no objection.

In early winter, the store's heating was on full blast.

Although it was Naruzawa Kaede who was treating, Yamada Ryo only ordered a soft drink and sipped it slowly with a straw.

This was not because she was being polite; it was simply because she had already eaten.

[...I shouldn't have eaten so much, I'm so full. Hmm, I wanted to order another curry steak rice, but I can't eat anymore.]

This is roughly what Mingze Feng saw.

Or there might be more.

[The shop should be warmer]

Yamada Ryo put down her cup, and their eyes met in the air. Accompanied by her breath, which sounded more like a sigh than a speech, she said, "Have you been staring at me for no reason... or tell me about that guy from the band that broke up?"

"I don't know much. I just dumped her on their drummer and ran off."

"What about you? When she was playing on the street with you, you said you always wanted to find someone to play with. Is that true or not?"

"It's not exactly fake," Naruzawa Kaede sighed. "I did practice playing the instrument diligently for one particular purpose."

This is a fact.

"Tell me more about it." Yamada Ryo put down his Coke cup, the paper cup hitting the plastic table with a thud.

Mingze Feng nodded, saying that he did indeed have such memories. In the first few months of his part-time job, he had the opportunity to play guitar and bass. The reason he practiced was simply because of the unforgettable image of him tirelessly practicing the guitar that lingered in his memory.

He later sold the guitar for several thousand.

"That's it..."

Is that so? Could that be the reason for that enthusiasm?

Yamada Ryo pulled at her cheeks and leaned forward. Narusawa Kaede was drawn to her movement, and through her blue hair, a pair of large eyes stared intently at him.

Mingze Feng and she looked at each other.

"Hmm..." Yamada Ryo finally managed to utter a sound, then sighed, "I see."

"I see." She nodded again to confirm.

She said it three times in a row, and even the words around her were incomprehensible.

Then something even more puzzling happened.

Above her head, an exclamation mark materialized from nothingness.

Then, under Naruzawa Kaede's gaze, it turned into gilded liquid and poured out a brand new entry.

[Destiny is in the Search 1 - Triggered Successfully]

[Yamada Ryo is searching for something very strange. The good news is she found it; the bad news is, it doesn't seem to belong to her. It's a novel experience, but not necessarily a bad thing; she has plenty of drive.]

[Note: She just wants to play music with you, what bad intentions could she possibly have?]

"You seem to have figured something out?" Mingze Feng asked. "For example, how about ordering another small portion of beef curry?"

"That's not necessary."

Even so, she did not raise any objections when Mingze Feng placed the order.

Yamada Ryo shook her head, swinging her legs back and forth under the table, and asked meaningfully, "Do you think the band is bound to break up?"

“I was in a band before. A few days ago I felt we didn’t share the same vision, and yesterday I really broke up with them,” she continued. “Thinking about it carefully, I hesitated too much before, which made me suffer. It’s definitely the easiest thing to do is to be yourself.”

Music that loses its unique character in pursuit of fame will ultimately only prove the mainstream's success. I'm not interested in success or popularity; what suits my taste is best.

Mingze Feng: "Maybe you're missing a bassist who's crying and begging to come back to you."

Specifically, he was referring to Ms. Kikuri Hiroi.

The beef was served, and Mingze Feng divided the small portion of beef into two.

"...Hmm, a little more wouldn't hurt...hehe, it really is delicious."

Yamada Ryo shook his head. "It's different. It's torture to be in a band where there's nothing that interests you. The band doesn't need that anymore."

Seeing the youthful, hazy lyrics transformed into cheerful, raucous screams, I feel like smashing those drums.

Mingze Feng held back his laughter.

"Rice?" "I really don't want that."

Yamada Ryo reluctantly picked up the spoon. "Ugh... Hmm. Do I look hungry?"

Mingze Feng: "After all, I said I would treat you... Please eat a little more, I would be extremely grateful."

Yamada Ryo: "Don't say that. I want to eat it too. You're clearly thinking of me, but it feels like you're helping me and then owe me a favor."

Mingze Feng: "Isn't it the same thing that you brought me here to sit?"

"...Is that why?"

"Your mind-reading ability, you didn't learn it while working, did you?"

Actually, I was cheating.

"Anyway, how about we play a duet together later? My house is quite big. There's a practice room and lots of bass guitars."

"The old saying goes, in return, it's 100,000 yen a month."

Yamada Ryo stood up and handed the scarf to Narusawa Kaede.

"Hmm, this should make it a little warmer."

[The girl is praying: Don't ask me for money now, don't ask me for money now, don't ask me for money now]

You're the only one who can pull off a get-rich-quick scheme so naturally.

"..."

You really don't seem like a middle school student.

Mingze Feng took it and nodded; the performance was about to begin.

"I will work hard."

Mingze Feng looked at the glass on one side, and through a hazy reflection, he could see what was there.

【Dream Chasing Travelogue 3: The Boy Meets the Girl】

[Yamada Ryo, a rich, beautiful, and eccentric woman. But undeniably, marrying her means you'll have a lifelong partner. So go for it, aiming to become a stay-at-home husband for now.]

I had no intention of dating her; I just wanted to be friends.

Chapter Thirteen: Two Days Like a Vacation

11/9

Tomorrow is Friday, marked as Saturday on the calendar. Since there's no Conan in this world, two out of the next three days will be a delightful weekend for students.

Since there was only one day of school, and Narusawa Kaede didn't go, let's talk about Yamada Ryo instead.

Ryo Yamada is now a second-year junior high school student. Due to the extremely obscure song she performed on stage at the recent school festival, as well as her decision to leave the group, almost no one has come back to talk to her now.

But who is she?

She could isolate everyone else simply by standing there. Anyone in the world who didn't interest her was, in her eyes, mediocre. Even if everyone invited her to join them on the main road, she would still walk her own narrow path.

As for why it was "almost"... Ichi Nijika completely ignored the potential atmosphere of passive-aggressiveness and went to her desk as soon as get out of class ended.

Yamada Ryo was somewhat relieved, as she still possessed a certain charm.

Nijika Ichi naturally pulled over the chair from the table in front of her.

"Liang, you're missing a drum set when you sing 'Don't You (Forget About Me),' you should have called mine."

Yamada Ryo asked in confusion, "...What is it?"

Although she and Hongxia had some musical topics to discuss before, they weren't that close.

However, this may just be her personal opinion.