Who says meal replacements can’t be eaten as meals?

"Eh? Me? Could it be that I'm actually pretty awesome?" Sakuya opened her mouth slightly.

"Smoking, drinking, playing with women. Since I'm not yet of legal age, I can only use squid tentacles instead." Yamada Ryo said, and took out a free squid tentacles from the backstage supplies on the table to continue, looking at Miss Sakuya who exuded a clear breath and added in a low voice. "Although it feels like you are the one being played."

"Don't come backstage to eat just because you don't have money to eat!" Miss Hongxia punished him righteously, punched Liang back to his original form with two punches, and then put her hands together and apologized to Sakuya. "I'm sorry, Liang sometimes says strange things. Anyway, let's go to the stage to prepare first."

“Come on!” Miss Sakuya, who hadn’t figured it out at all, clenched her fist in encouragement.

"Ababa, performance, is this the direction for performance?" The ripe mango who was banging his head against the wall asked in confusion.

"Here, here, Pochi-chan, there's no need to wear a cardboard box when you walk."

As a strange cardboard creature ran past her, the little sense of urgency that she had accumulated with great difficulty disappeared. Although she didn't know what kind of rainstorm she would face at night, at least now, Miss Sakuya could still chuckle.

The lights came on, falling on the pink drum set and ripe mangoes.

"Hello everyone, we are the Ending Band, today we are going to play a few songs that you may be familiar with..."

After Hong Xia's brief MC, the sharp drum beats sounded. The drums missed a lot of beats, the bass played well, but the rhythm guitar didn't cooperate at all.

When the song ended, Ichinose Sakuya clapped in the backstage.

Isn’t it exciting!

But... it seems very interesting! This is how a band should play.

Chapter 79 The Last Meal

"Didn't you play very well in the live performance? Why are you so dejected?" Hachiman Kailing looked at someone carrying a bass bag coming out of the stairs.

"You obviously know it." Sakuya's cheeks puffed up and he turned his head away in pretended anger.

"Be careful next time." Hai Ling couldn't help laughing while holding her bass bag.

"You're obviously laughing! You haven't stopped since the live ended." Ms. Sakuya clenched her fist, took two quick steps, and lightly hit the unconcealed Hachiman Kairin.

"Oh my, I didn't expect to see the wonderful scene of stepping on the bass effect pedal and turning on the socket switch at the same time in real life." Miss Hailing restrained herself a little after saying this and raised her hand to cover the corners of her mouth, but her curved eyebrows had already made her owner's mood clear.

"Ah, I'm not going to pay attention to you!" Sakuya put on his bass bag and ran forward. After passing an intersection, he turned around to look for Miss Hailing who was following slowly behind him.

"Look at the bright side, most of the people coming to the live today probably won't be able to hear it." Miss Hai Ling brought up the topic of being called to justice by the Bassists Protection Association without any awareness of being a bassist.

“That being said…” Miss Sakuya still felt embarrassed, but luckily there was an even more embarrassing ripe mango in front of her.

Thank you, Goto-san!

The relaxing and joyful live ended, and night finally fell over Tokyo.

Ichinose Sakuya suddenly let out a long sigh into the bleak night wind. Although it was early summer, it did not affect the refreshing coolness lingering in the little village girl's heart.

"What's wrong?" Hai Ling seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and her expression was solemn and dignified.

"I was just thinking about my sister. I did something this afternoon that my sister didn't like, and I was thinking about how to apologize when I get back." Miss Sakuya's tone was serious, just like a second-rate general who was discussing countermeasures with a military advisor before a big battle.

Hai Ling said nothing, and the two continued walking.

"Hai Ling, what do you think?" Miss Sakuya turned her head in confusion.

Ms. Hailing turned her head away, her expression serious, not looking into Sakuya's eyes.

"It's not that serious. If it really doesn't work, you can only go back, hug your thighs, kneel down and apologize, and then eat vegetable macaroni for a week. I'm still very soft-hearted, so don't worry~" Miss Sakuya turned and began to comfort Hailing, who had a difficult expression.

"No, Sakuya." Hailing's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, and she said the second half of the words with great perseverance.

"I'm trying not to laugh."

"You're so annoying!" Sakuya said angrily, and hit his shoulder three or four times before he stopped.

"It's very hard for me to endure it." Hai Ling said seriously.

So he was hit twice more.

The clear night releases the purest tranquility, peaceful but not silent. The reddish lights pierce the night, the tram comes along the railway, swaying through the brick buildings, the windows are stained with dust and neon lights. The light green car body is covered with a hazy shadow under the bright searchlight, the air valve is leaking, the door full of life is half open, and the mechanical daily life also has a story-like beauty.

"Bye." Sakuya said.

"Bye." Hai Ling smiled.

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The accumulated problems will not disappear by themselves, just like a balloon that is constantly pressurized. The moment it exceeds the critical pressure, it will explode and scare itself.

On the 45th floor, the elevator door opened and the familiar scene appeared again.

I'm going to be hung up and criticized for scaring my sister, so I can only rely on my experienced skills of acting like a spoiled child!

Sakuya had just put his hand on the automatic door, but before he could unlock it, the door opened.

Miss Sakuya's forehead was covered with sweat. Standing behind the door was her own smiling sister.

She had her hair tied up and was wearing an apron. One hand was holding the door bolt, and the other hand was wearing thick cotton gloves. It seemed that she had heard the noise and rushed from the kitchen to open the door.

"Welcome back~" Miss Su Shi said softly.

"I'm back..." Miss Sakuya leaned back, half guilty, half confused.

What happened? Did my sister burn out her brain? Or did the devil take over her body? After practicing the Thousand Faces Demonic Scripture for many years, she finally went astray and her false personality killed her main personality?

"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in quickly, your slippers are ready~" Su Shi continued.

Miss Sakuya tentatively stepped across the door, her toes tapping the ground before quickly retracting, like a migratory bird testing the water temperature.

"Come in." Miss Su Shi activated the Thousand Faces Demon Sutra and instantly transformed into the appearance of a Rakshasa evil ghost. With the addition of her authority as the eldest sister, she scared someone so much that he rolled over and crawled on the ground.

It seems that she is not broken, and is still her own sister in her original form.

The house was brightly lit, which was completely different from the last time. She followed him obediently all the way to the main seat at the dining table. Miss Sakuya became suspicious again and examined every dish on the table with uncertainty.

The sizzling honey-roasted lamb chops have just come out of the oven. The whole piece of ribs is buried under the sliced ​​apples and onions. Fennel and cumin play a harmonious waltz together, and white pepper and Sichuan pepper beat the rhythm to accompany them. The aroma of burnt food is overflowing, and the aroma of fat is pervasive.

Around the main course, there were grilled and fried food on stacked plates, including grilled whole eel, golden and crispy fried chicken, beef mince in a large bowl, and even pork skewers on bamboo skewers.

The table was full of meat, and even the only vegetable was the seaweed roll that wrapped the gunkan sushi.

Something is wrong. Nine out of ten things are wrong!

Miss Sakuya's heart was filled with alarm bells, thinking that her sister was possessed by a thousand-year-old demon.

Ms. Sakuya stood up and planned to make a strategic retreat, sort out the current situation, and discuss it later.

As soon as I raised my legs, a pair of slender hands grasped my shoulders and pressed me hard into the seat.

"What? Not to your liking?" Su Shi's gentle voice came from above his head.

Ms. Sakuya's phone was shaking rapidly, as if it was on vibrate mode, and she stammered, "Sister... I did make a mistake, but... but it doesn't mean I will be executed..."

"What are you talking about? Come and try the lamb chops. They're so fresh. I saw you running away with Xiangzi, so I went to the market to buy them. The boss said that the sheep was still grazing in the pasture at eight o'clock this morning~" Miss Suyo picked up a whole lamb chop like a caring wife picking up food for her husband and gently placed it in front of Sakuya.

The heartwarming scene was so touching that Miss Sakuya didn't dare to move at all.

The aroma of animal fat mixed with the fragrance of fruit penetrated deep into her nose. Even though this delicious dish was placed in front of her, Sakuya only smelled sadness, as if it was her future life.

"I...I've already eaten out today." Miss Sakuya couldn't bear to watch and turned her head away.

"You can choose between this and stir-fried pork and bamboo shoots." Nagasaki Suyo tore off the Bodhisattva mask and transformed into a demon again, whispering softly in Sakuya's ear.

Chapter 80: We are alike, right?

The situation was not getting out of control, at least that's how Ichinose Sakuya deceived herself.

Over the years, Miss Sakuya had a wealth of experience in getting into trouble, so she always knew in advance how badly she would be punished when she returned home at night. Especially in the few days since she came back from Uji, her abundant experience of seeking her own death had provided her with the latest measurement data, and she was more familiar with her sister's crisis classification than a history test paper that she had revised three times.

Therefore, as early as the afternoon when Sakuya ran away with Shoko, he had roughly estimated the crisis level in the evening - at least a horrific crisis measured in weeks.

If eating vegetable pasta for seven days straight can calm my sister down, it's worth it.

Unfortunately, Miss Sakuya overlooked an important parameter - Shoko's position in her sister's heart.

Even though the current situation looked a bit like the Last Supper, Ms. Sakuya had already designed an action plan with her fast-acting smart brain.

First, make an assumption: my sister only looks scary, but in fact, most of her anger has already subsided.

To deal with an angry person, of course you have to follow her ideas in order to make her calm down. So just be tolerant here, pretend to be friendly with her, and after she finishes eating the lamb leg, you can use your tried and tested cute skills to cut her anger in half!

By the time I hug my sister, the offensive and defensive situation will be reversed. If I advance, I can kneel down on the spot and kill her cleanly, or I can retreat slowly and use both soft and hard tactics.

Wonderful!

Miss Sakuya thought that this plan was very clever. In this way, she only needed to sacrifice a little bit of face to cleverly resolve the weekly vegetable macaroni crisis. She was really a little genius.

Taking a breath of the aroma of the grilled lamb chops, Miss Sakuya was full of confidence. As long as I could rub my face against my sister's belly, everything would be fine!

Nagasaki Suyo was almost accustomed to her sister's sudden daze, but laughing so arrogantly in front of her was still a bit of a challenge to her ability to cultivate her energy.

How about we have a fight first?

Thoughts determine actions. Having planned her action plan, Ms. Sakuya confidently finished the lamb chops in front of her.

The meat was crispy, soft and tender, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth. The fresh meat was marinated to perfection. Miss Sakuya looked up with satisfaction only after she had finished eating the last bit of meat at the end, with a greasy face.

"Is it delicious?" Su Shi still stood behind his sister and sneered.

"It's delicious. I want another one." Miss Sakuya, who had forgotten her action plan, praised her sister's cooking skills.

"Sakuya." Nagasaki Suyo bent down and gently wiped the corners of her sister's mouth with a wet wipe. "Eat more if you want. After all, you may have to be a vegetarian for the next three years."

“Hey~ Don’t do that! If you keep eating vegetarian food, you’ll become an unhappy idiot.” Sakuya cried out.

"I hope you can use your brain more before you speak next time. The word idiot is unnecessary." Miss Su Shi's veins bulged and she pressed her sister's temples hard with both hands.

Her hair is not well maintained, and her speaking habits and tone need to be corrected. Also, her walking and sitting postures, all these need to be properly trained... Nagasaki Suyo thought.

"Sakuya, what is the level of your relationship with Shoko? Acquaintances, friends, or close friends?" Miss Suyo asked in a hoarse voice.

"Maybe we can be considered very good friends..." Miss Sakuya said unconfidently, recalling Shoko's smile in the afternoon.

Maybe it’s because of the filter of friendship, I always feel that Xiangzi’s smile at that time was somewhat nice, although Xiangzi is usually also very good-looking but... No, no, why should I dwell on these things, I’m not a girl like my sister.

"I see~ good friends." Su Shi tightened his hands and continued to ask. "Specifically, what do you do in Yuqiu?"

"It's just simple activities like eating together, doing homework after school, and occasionally going to the music room to play the piano. Why are you asking this, sister?" Sakuya was puzzled.

"Sakuya, you and Shoko have a really good relationship." Miss Motoyo turned to the front of the chair, rested her hands on the armrests on both sides, leaned forward slightly, and her cute pink face was completely exposed in front of Sakuya.

"Sister... I don't think Xiangzi will agree to come out to see you..." Sakuya shrank her neck. The sudden feeling of oppression made her feel uneasy.

"I know." Su Shi lowered her eyes, stretched out her left hand, and slid her fingertips down Sakuya's soft flaxen hair, warm and considerate, until she was blocked by a light blue whale hairband and stopped.

"Sakiya." Miss Suyo called her sister's name softly, then looked up at the familiar girl's face seriously.

"Tell me, do we look alike?"

Nagasaki Suyo exerted a little force with her left hand, and the little whale hair accessory that was spraying water fell easily, passing over the ends of her hair. The rubber band that lost its support bounced back, making a crisp sound.

"Of course, my sister and I are twins..." Ichinose Sakuya's speech became slower and slower. After she finished the last word, her pupils trembled slightly, and she looked up in disbelief at Nagasaki Motoyo who stood up.

Nagasaki Suyo put her right hand behind her head to gather her smooth long hair, and used the five fingers of her left hand to hold up the hair tie and tie her hair skillfully. The little blue whale was just stuck behind the girl's white neck. The slightly curly long straight hair was tied into a bun, imitating a low ponytail of youth and innocence.

"Sister..." Ichinose Sakuya murmured.

"I should be the one calling you sister, right~" Nagasaki Motoyo shook off the ponytail behind her with one hand and moved closer to Sakuya again. Her tone was light, revealing youthful energy and a sense of wildness.

Through the same gray-blue pupils, Ichinose Sakuya saw her own reflection.

Her long, smooth, shiny flaxen hair fell to her waist, and her childish yet chubby face looked much more mature. Her cheeks were still rosy and healthy, her mouth was slightly open, and her gray-blue eyes were open like bells.

"Sister, this..."

He was interrupted just as he began to speak, along with his move to stand up.

Nagasaki Motoyo placed one hand on the center of her sister's chest and bent her knees slightly, placing them between Sakuya's legs.

The other hand passed through her hair and wrapped around her slender neck.

Su Shi was very close to the girl, and she whispered in her ear, her tone ambiguous, almost like begging. "Sakuya, you said you would help me..."

The distance between them was so small that they could clearly feel every breath in their ears.

The lights were bright, but the silence was endless and getting more and more intense.

After a long silence, Ichinose Sakuya opened her eyes, but she did not see the familiar face of Nagasaki Motoyo.

Because my sister is clinging to me right now, Sakuya thought.

She finally nodded slowly and uttered a soft "I will help you, sister..."