After being elected as the governor of Tokyo, he will debut as a band!

Her mother, Nagasaki Saya, has been busy with work and hasn't been home for several days, so she's only had lunch provided by the school at noon these past two days.

Although the lunch at Moon Forest was nutritious and delicious, it couldn't satisfy her energy needs for the whole day. She hadn't felt it before because her mind wasn't on it, but now that she'd come back to her senses, she really felt weak from hunger and dizzy.

Fortunately, Nagasaki Motoyo was physically strong and had large fat reserves, so she didn't faint from hunger...

"What should we eat tonight?"

Nagasaki Motoyo opened her refrigerator, wanting to cook some simple home-style dishes, only to find that there was nothing in it.

"Oh no, I forgot to buy groceries these past few days..."

After hesitating for a few seconds between "ordering takeout" and "going downstairs to eat," she decided to go to a nearby shopping mall, find a restaurant with large portions, and have a big meal.

Although Nagasaki Motoyo was a refined lady educated at Tsukimori Academy, she hadn't had a proper meal for two or three days and her mind was now controlled by an intense appetite. At this moment, the allure of those exquisite and elegant dishes paled in comparison to barbecue, hot pot, and beef stew...

Especially the beef slices, with their succulent beef slices paired with pungent onion slices, fragrant Koshihikari rice and soft-boiled eggs (Japanese people may prefer raw egg yolks, but I'll use soft-boiled eggs for the sake of the experience), the perfect combination of fat and carbohydrates is simply the elixir to save her from her hunger at this moment!

Nagasaki Motoyo quickly changed her clothes and took the elevator downstairs.

The apartment she lives in is located on the top floor of a high-end office building in Roppongi.

Roppongi is one of Tokyo's major shopping districts, with numerous highly-rated restaurants. It was just past 7 p.m., the peak time for foot traffic.

Office workers who work nearby and aren't in a hurry to go home, or who have to go back to the office to work overtime later, will go to a nearby restaurant for a meal at this time, and take a stroll around to see if there are any entertainment facilities that can soothe their tired minds.

Street performers also set up their equipment at this time and sing a song for passersby, hoping to earn some pocket money.

Recently, due to Tokyo's encouragement of street performances and increased financial support for street performers, the number of street performers and the types of performances have increased significantly. At the same time, with real financial incentives, street performers are more competitive than before, and the overall quality of performances has also visibly improved.

"This is Tokyo! Even the streets have such a lively music atmosphere! It's completely different from Kumamoto! It truly lives up to its reputation as a big city!"

Nagasaki Motoyo, who was on her way to a familiar Japanese restaurant, suddenly heard a cute Kumamoto dialect.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw a girl with two buns tied behind her neck, looking at the busy scene in front of her with shining eyes.

The girl was wearing a red sweater and pulling a red suitcase, so she looked like she had just arrived from out of town.

Is it possible to run into that person?

The girl muttered to herself as she opened an app on her phone that had real-time location tracking.

"Judging from her Instagram post, she should be around here..."

Are you looking for someone?

Or, to put it another way, having an offline meetup with online friends?

Nagasaki Motoyo made casual guesses, not taking the girl's words to heart.

I just hope she won't be deceived by people with ill intentions.

Tokyo, as Japan's premier metropolis, attracts countless people from all over to pursue their dreams... not just dreams, but also their own personal dreams.

lover.

Of course, the number of people who actually meet their dream lover in Tokyo is just as small as the number of people who can realize their dreams and gain a foothold in Tokyo. Most people come with high hopes but leave disappointed, or even get cheated out of their money and heart, ending up leaving dejected.

Although Nagasaki Motoyo was just a rich girl who had not yet experienced the harsh realities of society, she had seen many such stories and news, and heard a lot from her classmates, so she considered herself to have some life experience.

This girl looks a little younger than me, no wonder she has such unrealistic expectations about something as vague as "online social networking".

If it were me, I would never become obsessed with some "perfect image I've imagined".

Hmm? I think I hear a guitar...

"Looking around, all is white; the road ahead seems so long—"

"The so-called answers are basically empty platitudes..."

There was also singing.

To Nagasaki Motoyo, who is also in a band, the guitar playing and singing skills were both top-notch.

Well, the level of street performers has been rising rapidly lately... Even on stage in performance halls, you don't hear this level of singing and playing every day.

Nagasaki Motoyo nodded to herself. She happened to have some spare change on her, so she might as well give it to this excellent guitarist as a tip.

The girl with the bun hairstyle next to her was also attracted by the singing. She was stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards the direction of the player without any warning.

They even left their suitcases behind.

Nagasaki Motoyo, who had been standing beside her, looked at the red suitcase that remained there, appearing particularly lonely, and fell into deep thought.

What's wrong with this child?

The performance of this piece was indeed good, but it wasn't so good that you would throw away your suitcase and personal belongings inside, right?

What should I do? Should I just leave? After all, thousands of apology cases happen in Tokyo every day... This girl is just one of those thousands of victims, isn't she?

Although she thought this way, Nagasaki Motoyo didn't move. She stared at the suitcase standing alone in the middle of the street for a while, then decided to follow her helpful spirit and pull it toward the girl with the bun hairstyle.

The guitarist and singer wasn't far away, and Nagasaki Motoyo quickly came up behind the girl with the bun hairstyle, wanting to remind her that she had forgotten to take her suitcase.

"that……"

Before she could even say hello, she heard the girl with the bun hairstyle speak to the guitarist who was tidying up his amplifier.

"I really love Momoka Kawahara's songs. I came all the way from the countryside to Dongjing today because of the encouragement from this song..."

The girl with the bun hairstyle was both nervous and excited, but the emotions she expressed were genuine and heartfelt.

This made Nagasaki Motoyo take a step back, not wanting to interrupt the touching moment when fans and idols met for the first time.

……

Just sew it up and you're done.

Igomachi Music Awards: 078 I almost fainted from hunger but still managed to help Ms. Kawaragi.

"That's it."

The guitarist casually agreed as he packed up the amplifier cable.

“I really love it! I’m sure I’ve provided thousands of plays by myself, right? I saw on the 'StreetBeats' app that Ms. Momoka was performing in this area today, so I rushed over as soon as I got off the train.”

The girl with the bun hairstyle sensed the perfunctory tone in her idol's voice, but she didn't give up. Instead, she used more words to emphasize how much she liked his songs.

Nagasaki Motoyo was secretly amazed by his outstanding performance on the spot.

I could probably use a sentence like this too: "I really like Xiao Xiang. I've watched the video of him playing 'Spring Shadow' with Xiao Xiang and Xiao Mu thousands of times."

Maybe it can move Xiao Xiang and make her accept Xiao Mu as the guitarist for Mi Zhong.

Nagasaki Motoyo had only been daydreaming for a few seconds when she heard the guitarist take a record out of a suitcase lying on the ground and wave it in front of the girl with the bun hairstyle.

"Would you like to buy a record? It's only a thousand dollars!"

She seemed to be trying to discourage the girl with the bun hairstyle by saying "If you like me, please give me money," but the girl with the bun hairstyle was clearly a fan of hers and immediately took out her wallet.

"Okay, okay, just kidding."

Upon seeing this, the guitarist quickly stopped her and then pressed the record in his hand into her arms.

"I never expected my song would attract such a beautiful girl. I don't need any money, I'll just give you the record."

"No, I can't take Ms. Kawaraki's things. I can still afford a thousand yen..." the girl with the bun said while rummaging through her wallet. "Right, I put all the bills over a thousand yen in my suitcase... Ah! Oh no, my suitcase!"

The girl with the bun hair realized then that she had been so careless as to leave her suitcase more than 100 meters away. She quickly prayed that "there are no thieves in Tokyo" and turned to look, only to meet the gaze of Nagasaki Motoyo.

"Huh? My suitcase..."

"Um, good day... I saw that you left your suitcase over there, so I took the liberty of bringing it over for you."

Although Nagasaki Motoyo felt a little embarrassed, her strong mental fortitude allowed her to maintain her ladylike demeanor.

“Thank you very much!”

The girl with the bun bowed deeply to Nagasaki Motoyo and then took the suitcase from him.

The guitarist named Momoka Kawaraki also stared at Motoyo Nagasaki for a while, seemingly recognizing her.

"You are... Ms. Nagasaki Motoyo from the band Miju, right?"

"Huh? You know me?" Nagasaki Motoyo was a little surprised.

Momoka Kawahara's outfit is quite street-smart, not the kind of person you'd normally see in your social circle, and she's also older... more like someone Hiroi and Shimizu would know in Sickhack.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I also performed at RinG not long ago... I saw the promotional posters for the band Mi Chong back then, and I also saw what you guys looked like during rehearsals."

"You've performed with RinG?"

Nagasaki Motoyo's eyes conveyed a look of "I don't remember this at all."

"Well... after all, my style back then was completely different from how I dress now."

Momoka Kawara scratched her head, seemingly reluctant to recall the past.

"Let's not talk about that. What is Miss Nagasaki doing around here? Is she trying to earn some pocket money by performing on the street? Haha, that's a bit difficult for a bassist."

That's such a terrible bassist joke...

Nagasaki Motoyo thought to herself, then said, "I live around here and just came out for a quick meal."

"You live in Roppongi?" Momoka Kawaharaki exclaimed in surprise. "That's incredible..."

“Oh, right,” Nagasaki Motoyo suddenly remembered that she had prepared a tip for Kawaraki Momoka, so she took out a lot of 500-yen coins from her pocket. “Ms. Kawaraki, your performance just now was wonderful. This money is to thank you for your hard work.”

"Me too," the girl with the bun hairstyle also wanted to contribute money to support her idol's performance career.

"Little sister, I'd be grateful if you gave me ten yen, don't ask for more."

Those who can afford luxury apartments in Roppongi, take note!

Momoka Kawahara did not forcefully refuse her tip, but simply took the smallest denomination note.

The pile of 500-yen coins that Nagasaki Motoyo took out was so eye-catching that five or six street performers from the vicinity immediately gathered around, envious.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you before that this is our performance area? Why are you here again?"

The speaker was a burly man with a guitar slung over his back.

"This is too much trouble, I'm leaving."

Not wanting to have a direct confrontation with them, Kawara Momoka picked up her guitar and tried to leave.

"Leave the money you've earned before you leave. You've taken my place, so you deserve a share of the profits!"

"Don't talk nonsense, who would give you money!"

Kawara Momoka turned and left.

The man's companion—a woman of similar stature—reached out to grab her.

"Wait a minute," Nagasaki Motoyo couldn't stand it anymore and stepped between Kawaharaki and the Gundam woman. "That's my money. I just want to hand it over to Ms. Kawaharaki. It's none of your business, is it?"

"What's wrong with you!"

The tall woman was completely unreasonable and pushed Nagasaki Motoyo aside.

Nagasaki Motoyo hadn't eaten much for more than three days, and her body was limp and weak. She was pushed to the ground by him.

The tall woman's face immediately turned green.

This is Roppongi, Tokyo's premier commercial, artistic, and cultural center. The number of surveillance cameras within a 100-meter radius is more than the number of fish in Toyokawa Shoko's fishpond... A normal shove might not attract the attention of the police, but pushing someone to the ground is a different story. Even if the police see this on the surveillance cameras and can't arrive quickly, they will still record the perpetrator's actions.

"Are you trying to scam me? You can't afford to play along! Let's go."

Fearing that Nagasaki Motoyo might try to extort money from them, the group quickly left.

"Haha, you're really something, Ms. Nagasaki Motoyo. You just fell to the ground like that, scaring all those people away."

Kawaharaki and the girl with the bun worked together to pull Nagasaki Motoyo up, only to find that the latter's body was indeed limp and powerless.

"...So you weren't acting after all..."

"Sorry, I haven't eaten much for two days."

Nagasaki Motoyo said weakly.

She had only felt hungry before, and hadn't felt weak yet. But after that fall, she suddenly lost all strength in her limbs and her head became dizzy.

"Are you dieting to lose weight? Cough cough, as someone who's been there, I have to advise you that you can't just look at your weight; fat distribution and body shape are more relevant."

Kawaragi glanced at Nagasaki Motoyo's chest, then looked down at his own... well, his wasn't small either, but it still paled in comparison to Nagasaki's.

High school students these days are not to be underestimated.