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

Shiina Riki still looked at Guang with an expressionless face, subconsciously ignoring the words that were annoying to hear.

"But if we continue like this, we will definitely make the same mistake again."

The gorgeous purple eyes were obviously touched, and Li Xi turned around and looked at Nagasaki Suyo who was sitting in the shadow at the corner of the stairs.

"Or...don't attend the concert?" Nagasaki Suyo put her slender hands on her school uniform skirt, which still smelled a little like cucumber, and flicked her fingers.

"Ah..." Shiina Riki's eyes widened for a moment, then he looked away in frustration. What Su Shi said made sense. Although he felt sorry for Hanezawa and Saya, if he waited for a while and started over again...

The shadow covered the beautiful gray-blue pupils and half of the girl's face above the nose. The corners of Miss Su Shi's mouth curled up for only a moment, then she lowered her head again and gently stroked her slender index finger with the side of her thumb.

"Don't go to live performances anymore, just play with a band in the studio..."

Shiina Riki clenched his loosened palm into a fist again, with a little force.

"I want to participate in the Live." She interrupted Su Shi somewhat harshly and continued in a slightly cold tone.

"When I first heard the lamp singing, I felt that the song was about me. The lamp turned all my unexpressible thoughts into songs..."

Li Xi took a step forward and then suddenly stopped.

"The song of the lamp makes me feel that I can continue to live like this."

I used to be the all-round elder sister, and now I am a flawless peer. No matter in what aspect, I always seem to be inferior to others. Will there be a day when someone holds my hand?

"Little Lixi..." Miss Su Shi said softly to comfort her.

Shiina Riki ignored Su Shi's comfort and looked down at her palms with her eyes lowered. She really felt uncomfortable. Even if it was Su Shi, she looked around and realized that this was all she could say to Su Shi.

“So at that time, I was very happy when I knew I could form a band again. I thought Deng had the same idea as me.”

"But..."

Li Xi closed his eyes, unwilling to look back or think about it anymore.

"Why don't you tell Xiao Deng these words?" Miss Su Shi poked her head out from behind the cover, and the evening light shone perfectly on her pretty face, making people feel at ease and convinced.

"Because these are my selfish thoughts." Li Xi shook his head.

The sun has not yet set, but the pale white crescent shadow has already floated in the eastern sky.

Miss Suyo sighed softly under the moonlight, looking at the endless stream of cars, and said sadly as if talking to herself, "Why can't I say important things? If I could express my feelings as directly as Sakuya..."

"Crychic and others missed each other for this reason, but no one would want the same thing to happen again, right?" Su Shi whispered softly, looking at the crescent moon hanging high above his head.

"Just tell Xiao Deng your thoughts, Li Xi. Just like how Xiao Deng's song reached your heart. Your words will definitely reach Xiao Deng. I believe she will understand~"

Shiina Riki listened to Su Shi's advice in a daze and nodded absentmindedly.

Even though Su Shi was a little annoying and always obsessed with the now-ended Crychic, he seemed to have been taking care of everyone in the band since the band was first formed.

I have to persevere, too.

Shiina Riki turned around again, put one hand on the railing, and looked at the sky where the sunset red and blue were mixed together.

"I don't want Deng to be left with such lonely memories anymore." Shiina Riki's tone returned to its previous firmness.

"Hmm." Nagasaki Motoyo hummed lightly and leaned back to block the dazzling setting sun.

She smiled, as if she was relieved, relieved that the band could take another step forward.

Chapter 140: Despicable Vegetarian

The elevator reached the top 45th floor. Miss Sakuya, carrying a bass bag, a Yugaoka school bag that she hadn't seen in a few days, and a set of spare clothes, staggered out of the elevator. She quickly ran to the door of her house, pressed the fingerprint lock, put away the big and small items in order, and kicked off the small leather boots on her feet. Only then did she finally stretch in relaxation, and the stress and the invisible and intangible summer heat were dissipated in the night sky with infinitely long clouds.

"Slow down, I told you to maintain basic manners even in normal times. It's not proper to make such a noise." Nagasaki Suyo scolded and followed him into the lighted apartment entrance.

"It's so tiring to act even when we're home. Don't you never pretend at home?" Miss Sakuya complained, putting on her favorite blue whale slippers and imitating the sound of her sister's usual clips.

"You came back so late tonight. You must have gone out to play with some unknown sister, leaving me alone in the empty room. My heart is colder than ice chips in the coldest days of winter~"

"I never said that." Miss Su Shi narrowed her eyes slightly, her fists stiffened, and she looked at her sister with a dark face. She was possessed by a drama spirit and had her hands on her chest.

As expected, if you don't fight for three days, you will get into trouble. I haven't settled the score with Sakuya for the school sports meet yet.

"Isn't that what I mean? Before Xiao Deng's band was formed, I could smell the jealousy on my sister every time I went home~" Someone waved his hand indifferently, and took advantage of the time when his sister was changing shoes to make a strategic move, occupying the large leather sofa, and carefully picked up a pillow to protect his belly to prevent anyone from using horrible forbidden techniques such as tickling.

"It's just your own weird illusion." Nagasaki Motoyo snorted in denial. Not wanting to engage in a childish sofa battle with Sakuya, she walked towards the kitchen.

Tonight she decided to take out the vegetable minestrone soup for the first time in a long time and make a little extra so that even if she couldn't finish it, she could use it as someone's lunch box tomorrow.

"I've already eaten with Lenai-chan tonight~" Ms. Sakuya opened her phone and dealt with the little red dots on Line one by one, then casually shouted towards the kitchen.

"What did you eat?" Nagasaki Suyo washed the bitter gourd that she had just taken out from the bottom of the refrigerator bit by bit, her face looking a little solemn. This was one of the few vegetables that she didn't like to eat. She could only eat it by squeezing it into juice or cutting it into slices with soup. But Miss Sakuya, who trembled at the sight of vegetarian dishes after coming to Tokyo, obviously could not accept it even more.

"Soba noodles, matcha daifuku, and some snacks." Miss Sakuya, who felt inexplicably pressured, said timidly. But she also felt something was wrong. It seemed that she had nothing to feel guilty about. She had made a contribution, so she should be more arrogant!

So she took off her shoes, and her calves wrapped in light black stockings tapped the edge of the sofa again and again, and she lazily lay on her side on the large sofa.

"What a strange combination, it's almost all sugar and carbohydrates, very unhealthy~" Miss Su Shi skillfully cut the bitter gourd into even small pieces with the knife, and left some aside, intending to dice it and knead it into the hamburger meat filling to give her sister a big surprise.

"It's weird for my sister to only eat vegetables every day. She'll be malnourished." Sakuya turned over, with a pillow under her body, and was sharing with Mio the matcha desserts she took at the Japanese confectionery store that afternoon. The screen was a little blurry, and there was a pair of white and tender hands reaching into the screen in the corner. The photo was taken with one hand, and the other hand had to hold the cat's head to prevent her from jumping on it.

"Okay~Okay~"

After cutting the cherry tomatoes into cross shapes and setting the timer, Nagasaki Suyo began to think about tomorrow's plans.

If you want Xiaoxiang to let down his guard and become interested in the band again, you have to start with his current band.

Xiao Deng Lixi and the band he is in are still too undisciplined. There is no goal, no fixed practice time, and no one who can be called a captain. The performance level and personality requirements of the members are also very different. The band members are like wooden barrels tied together by thin wires. Let alone holding water, they will be torn apart again if they are washed by the water flow...

There is no problem with Xiaomu, Xiangzi can gradually solve this problem with the help of Sakuya's identity, and as for Li Xi, there will be no problem as long as Xiao Deng is there. So... Xiao Deng must cheer up again. Only when everyone is there and is willing to work hard to return to the previous relationship, can Crychic be truly reborn from the ashes.

I hope that when we sit together and communicate tomorrow, Xiao Lixi can be less strict, and I also hope that Xiao Deng can cheer up again.

Nagasaki Suyo opened the lid of the pot, and the macaroni cheered as they poured into the boiling water, rolling around in the pot, bumping into each other, and then separating again. She suddenly thought of something and asked Sakuya, who was lying on the sofa like a salted fish.

"Sakuya, do you want to go back to Hanegaoka tomorrow?"

Su Shi instinctively didn't want to let Sakuya get involved in her imperfect plan. The performance of her silly sister today was really satisfactory, but no one knew what kind of wonderful ideas would come out of her magical brain circuit.

"Ah? Tomorrow?" Ms. Sakuya, who was cosplaying as Xianyu, turned over and held up her phone to block the glaring light from the ceiling. Her finger unconsciously clicked on the Line interface of [Customer Service S].

The last message was the routine good night from last night. Today's empty chat history looked a bit awkward, so Ms. Sakuya casually sent a cat emoticon to make up for today's small interaction with Xiangzi.

She still reached out and slid out of the chat interface, pressed the screen-off button, and began to stare at the good-looking figure appearing on the LCD screen.

The gentle scene of Ruoye Mu carefully watering the cucumbers and the pair of light golden eyes that were always lowered suddenly flashed in his mind. They were the same color of gold, but without the nobility and pride that was common in Xiangzi's eyes. He just wanted to be held in his arms and comforted.

Anyway, the lyrics are not finished yet...

Recalling that afternoon that made her blush and her heart beat fast, Miss Sakuya threw down her phone in shame and buried her face in the pillow. If her sister hadn't been there, she would have rolled to the ground.

This happened only last time because I was ambushed by Xiangzi. My feelings can't be considered as love between lovers.

"There is no practice scheduled tomorrow, just a brief chat for everyone. If you have other arrangements, it is better to give priority to yourself." Miss Su Shi asked, and gave her own advice implicitly.

"No." Sakuya answered immediately. She was not ready yet.

"That's fine." Miss Su Shi elegantly brought out the hamburger meat filling and added the chopped bitter gourd with a smile.

"Remember to arrive before the meeting." She gave her final reminder.

"I know~" Ms. Sakuya held her cell phone and hurried back to her room.

Because [Customer Service S] also replied with the same emoticon, as if he had been waiting for her.

Chapter 141 Waiting for the Flowers to Bloom

Shoko Toyokawa returned to this annoying single-room rental house that she called home.

Starting from the Akabane West Exit, walk for fifteen minutes along the narrow "sidewalk" under the overpass, which is not divided into separate sections and is made of asphalt separated by fences. After turning a few corners, you can see the old buildings whose roofs are almost touching the low-hanging high-voltage wires.

There are no shops or vegetable markets, and most of the nearby buildings are low-rise self-built houses. The only public building is probably the newly built park by the government. But the environment is quiet, and even if the soundproofing is not good, you will not be woken up by the roaring trams in the middle of the night.

And...the rent is cheap.

Miss Xiangzi rented a room on the second floor to accommodate her bastard father who drank all day and was so depressed that he almost became a useless man.

If I were alone, my current situation would be much better. At least I could apply for a student dormitory in Yuqiu and save on both accommodation and commuting expenses.

Clearing away the unrealistic fantasies in her mind, Miss Xiangzi skillfully took out the key, aimed it at the bolt, and sheathed it in one go.

The light from the corridor shone into the dim space, and then quickly disappeared as the door closed. The air was filled with the sour smell of beer, sake, and leftover food.

Toyokawa Shoko carefully avoided the empty beer cans under her feet, raised her sharp eyebrows subconsciously, clenched her teeth, and spoke more like a self-talk than a declaration.

"I am back."

The apartment she rented was not very big and had no kitchen. The middle was partitioned by a sliding door, which is common in Japanese buildings. The furniture was polarized in appearance. Most of the large pieces were old and faded, while the cheap and affordable small furniture looked as if the cover had just been removed, and the plain white plastic texture was pleasing.

The summer wind occasionally blows fallen leaves against the window glass. When it is windy and rainy outside, the room is not warm, but it is at least a place to stay.

The side with tatami is where her father often stays, filled with empty bottles of YU-HI beer and her sleepy old man. The three or four square meters of space from the entrance to the partition is Toyokawa Shoko's private space.

It was very tidy, but the space was still occupied by scattered wine bottles. The area the size of a cupboard on the left was a folded mat separated by a curtain. On the other side of the wall, simple plastic storage boxes and a folding table were neatly arranged, with a washed school uniform hanging above, and next to it was a red-dressed doll that had been with him since childhood.

She angrily packed up the bottles and cans in the house, opened the windows for ventilation, and finally took out a special lunch box and placed it on the coffee table in the room. She then closed the door and refused to look at her still unconscious bastard father.

After setting up the small table and pressing the switch of the desk lamp, the narrow entrance that is not exposed to the setting sun is finally dyed with some gentle warm colors.

Before it was finished, he turned over the staff paper he used for drafting to a brand new side and flattened it with both hands. Next to him were the pencils, erasers, and a smartphone that he had prepared in advance at school, which served as a recording device.

Toyokawa Shoko carefully savored the song that Sakuya wrote for her, trying to figure out word by word what the lyricist was thinking when the pen was written, and humming from time to time.

Different types of lyrics naturally have suitable structures, whether it is polyphony, fugue, or theme and variation. Slight changes in melody style can express completely different emotions.

She is very good at this kind of work. A good composer can always quickly reach an emotional resonance with others, and then use her own understanding to create melody, harmony and rhythm.

But this time, Miss Xiangzi's progress was not very fast.

She would always pick up the pen and write down a few notes before her face would blush, she would lower her head, and bury her head in her arms. After a while, she would sit up straight again, turn on the recorder on her mobile phone, and hum to record the performance that echoed in her mind.

Although I didn’t have the right computer equipment, the auditory training I received since childhood enabled me to distinguish pitch, rhythm, and harmony.

There is no musical instrument that can be played instantly, provide inspiration, or record notes, but I have already mastered all the scales of the piano and keyboard. Even if I turn my back and play the piano backwards, it is not a problem at all; I can just hum it instead.

There are no music theory books to refer to, but I can always find the right tune with my understanding and application of music theory.

A pencil, a half-used eraser, an unfinished lyric, and a piece of staff paper with repeated erasures and an increasing number of notes.

This is Shoko Toyokawa's entire world now.

Her life is actually very simple. Although most high school students in their prime years are like this, Xiangzi feels that she should be even simpler. Moved by Mofonic's music, she formed a band with Crychic. Once she started practicing, she forgot the passage of time and discussed the songs to be played in the Live with laughter...

Rather than saying that I was moving towards my ideal music with a goal in mind, I would say that I was just enjoying having everyone around me. It was natural that it was not until I lost material support and my dreams were shattered that I suddenly realized that everything was just an illusion.

Toyokawa Shoko believes that she can no longer be a person like Sakuya or Tomo who radiates light with all her strength and releases love and kindness unconditionally.

She learned to reject all kindness with a cold tone and ruthless words, because she was no longer able to give equal return, but was unwilling to put down her self-esteem and beg for help from others.

That's why Toyokawa Shoko likes to restrain her radiance and melt Miss Sakuya's cold heart little by little.

And Sakuya, without a doubt, likes me.

The warm light illuminated Xiangzi's slightly upturned mouth. She hummed this song that was only for herself again. The keyboard was agile, the bass was full, the rhythm was very harmonious, and then it stopped abruptly.

The lyrics are still missing the last paragraph, which makes her feel a little regretful, but she stops at the right time. She will wait until Sakuya finishes the lyrics.

Likewise, she also needs Sakuya to wait for her for a while, both because of the family and the current embarrassing situation.

The phone vibrated slightly. Xiangzi first finished the bass music score on his hand, and then clicked on Line. As expected, it was a cat emoticon package sent by Sakuya.

Miss Xiangzi thought for a while, raised her hand and sent the cat back as it was. Although she couldn't figure out what it meant, the little country girl probably wanted to find someone to chat with.

"Have you eaten?" It was Sakuya who sent the message first.

"I ate it." Xiangzi chuckled, and was sure that the person opposite him was probably Sakuya, whom he hadn't seen today. "Special bento."

Why don't you eat something good?

Ms. Sakuya was lying on her bed with her finger hovering over the send key. She typed backspace bit by bit, thought for a moment, and changed her sentence to another one.

"Can you sell me the afternoon time the day after tomorrow?"

"Always waiting."

Chapter 142 If Ye Mu wants to eat meat

The sun was wearing a simple light robe and hiding behind the clouds, but the white clouds were wearing brilliant skirts and welcoming us with warm faces. The roses were blooming in the green grass. Looking from afar at the girls leaning on each other on the bench, it seemed that the two of them were sitting a little closer today.

Ichinose Sakuya, with dark circles under her eyes, was in a good mood as she sat on a bench in the atrium and opened her personal thermos lunch box. Not far away, Wakaba Mutsuya, who had almost gotten used to Su Shi's sudden friendliness, smiled slightly, spread out his napkin, and placed it on his knees, looking refreshed.