Although, just tell me if it’s rock and roll enough!

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"Ah... then let's have fried rice with egg..."

Throwing the vegetables he just bought from the supermarket on the ground, the abstract young man leaned against the wall at the door to take off his shoes, then looked at the girl with disgust:

"I say, can you please not drink so much next time..."

The ground was a mess. The girl scratched her head in embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry. I drank too much."

"Go away. Next time I see you drinking, I'll hit you on the head."

Hai Mingli picked up the broom beside him and said, "The shower room is next door. Remember not to let your underwear get wet. I'll look for other outerwear..."

"Hey, hey, hey, are you saying this word means you have no reaction at all?" the black-haired girl's tone suddenly became urgent.

"?"

A big question mark appeared in Hai Mingli’s mind: Is what I said... offensive?

Wasn’t it like this when we lived together in a band?

……

After sorting out the things in his mind, Hai Mingli walked to the sink, washed the ingredients that needed to be washed, and then picked them up for later use.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of rice, rinsed it with water, and after a fresh fragrance came to his face, he put it directly into the pot next to him to steam it.

There was a sale on green prawns in the supermarket, and Hai Mingli took the opportunity to buy a few. The green prawns were swimming happily in the water, looking full of vitality and wildness.

Shell the corn, dice the carrots, and then...it's the eggs.

Hai Mingli poured the eggs into a bowl, sprinkled the chopped garlic and green onion into the eggs with a knife, added sesame oil and soy sauce, and finally added a little salt, picked up the chopsticks and started stirring it with a "clang clang clang" sound.

There was a sound of water running in the shower, the girl had reached the final stage of her shower.

We have to speed up, Hai Mingli thought, and his hands moved faster.

Over dozens of minutes, Hai Mingli completed the steps one after another, such as making fried rice and adding other ingredients. Finally, the shower door opened and Hai Mingli brought the freshly fried rice to the TV table.

"...To be honest, I haven't made this for a long time," Hai Mingli scratched his head, "Try it and see if it tastes like this."

"Huh? All egg fried rice tastes the same? How can you describe it as 'this taste'~"

The girl changed into Hai Mingli's clothes. I don't know if it was because she was too petite or Hai Mingli was too strong, but a white T-shirt that young people wore in summer looked like a small skirt that reached down to the legs when put on the girl.

"Just try it first." Hai Mingli was helpless and ran to the bathroom.

The girl wondered what Hai Mingli was doing, but soon there was a sound of water being added in the bathroom, and an abstract young man began to wash the clothes that the girl had just taken off.

"..."

The girl picked up the spoon and looked at the fried rice silently.

The egg fried rice is fresh out of the pan, with distinct grains of rice perfectly wrapped with a layer of golden eggs, red carrots, and white shrimp meat... Although the color of the corn is the same as the egg, the color of the dish does not make it look messy, but the overall color of the rice makes people feel harmonious.

A handful of chopped green onions was sprinkled on the top of the fried rice, which added the icing on the cake. The aroma of all the ingredients blended together hit the girl's face, making her throat roll involuntarily.

...I have to say, whether it is the appearance or the smell, Hai Mingli's egg fried rice is quite good.

The girl pouted and complained: "I think you should be a cook, not a musician."

"Go away, I only know how to make this. Didn't we eat this every day when we lived together?"

Still because of poverty, Hai Mingli searched for a long time in the supermarket and finally found that among all sources of protein, eggs were the cheapest and most durable.

In the following years...Hai Mingli and Ershoumeigui have always been accompanied by eggs, and their cooking revolves around eggs.

"I become a chef?" Hai Mingli twitched his lips and couldn't help but smile, "If I become a chef, the famous rock bands in China will have one less rock musician."

"Get lost, you bastard." The girl raised her empty middle finger in contempt.

The girl scooped a spoonful of fried rice from the plate, put it in her mouth, and after just chewing it for a few times, her eyes suddenly lit up.

Delicious, very delicious.

The rice is fragrant, the eggs are tender, the carrots are soft, the corn is sweet, and the shrimp is fresh.

At this moment, the girl really felt that it was a pity that Hai Mingli didn't become a chef.

The girl finished her meal in a flash, then patted her belly and sighed, "It's a pity that you're a quitter, otherwise I could eat meals like this every day."

Hemingway: ...

You're always talking about quitting the team, right?

"I wonder if I treated you badly when I was in the team before?"

Although they were poor and only had to cook a few dishes in rotation every day, Hai Mingli believed that he had definitely not deprived the girl of nutrition and that the girl would definitely grow up healthily.

"What are you talking about?" The girl said in disgust, "You didn't treat me unfairly? Do you want to see how tall I am now?"

Suzumiya Ryuna is only 24 years old, but her body shape is still between that of a junior high school student and a high school student. Her development... is really bad.

"No, can you blame me for this? I used to cook by reading the Nutrition Standards for Adolescent Women every day. I made sure you didn't grow up, and even let you take in excessive amounts of nutrition."

Hai Mingli took a breath and then shouted, "Go check your genes!"

"...I don't care, it will be your fault in the end!"

The girl started eating in a huff.

What could Hai Mingli do? He smiled helplessly and continued washing clothes.

The two of them played and joked together for the entire afternoon, until night fell, when the girl reluctantly got up and changed into her own clothes.

"Are you busy?" Hai Mingli asked.

"Well," the girl replied, and then asked, "You're not going?"

"No, I'll just practice at home."

Hai Mingli waved his hand and said, "When we get to Lezhicheng Bar, remember to say hello to Miss Xiangzi for me."

"get out!"

The girl closed the door and walked away.

……

[Performance Mission]

[Task Description: Become a guide, lead the band, and finally make the band rank in the top five at the summer festival]

[Mission Reward: 30 yen]

[Countdown to start mission: 16 days]

(Note: As long as you have conducted a band, you are considered the band's guide)

Hai Mingli stared at the system page, and she suddenly felt that... there was a trap in this system...

(ps: Update!)

(The reward will be settled at 12 noon today (September 12))

(How should I put it? It's a bit bleak...)

(I left the group to play with you, no one else joined...)

(Group number: 836850753)

Volume 1 Wow! : Chapter 142 How can a band have two guitarists!

The city was noisy, and Hai Mingli stared at the system panel, feeling that something was wrong.

(Note: As long as you have conducted a band member, you are considered the band's guide)

According to this statement, whenever I have conducted a band member, I will eventually be considered the guide of the band.

Then I just need to find a band to preach, no matter whether it is good or bad, and just talk nonsense, right?

Hai Mingli was confused. There was such a big loophole in the system task. Was it waiting for him to exploit it?

"Let me think about it. How many bands have I mentored?"

First of all, there is the reincarnation of Lao Deng from Ershoumeigui - the Girls' Inn that I can never say. Not to mention Miss Xiangzi, Suzumiya Ryunae has been with me for so long, she can finally be considered to have been guided by me, right?

Secondly, when he played Xiangzi's father, the gangster student band he taught was all coached by Hai Mingli, so it must count.

At last……

Hai Mingli then realized that there was nothing else, except these two bands.

Spicy meatballs, send it!

No wonder the system set such high requirements, saying that it only takes one to be among the top five bands one has coached. But I have only coached two bands in total, so the chances of winning are too slim.

Although Hai Mingli has the trump card of "the reincarnation of Ershoumeigui Lao Deng", there is no guarantee that some new band will make it to the list, or other old bands will open small accounts to make money... It is absolutely impossible for Girls Hostel to make it to the top five, that is not safe!

Spicy Maru, it’s time to send it!

Hai Mingli almost became autistic, but the next second, he heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" He turned off his phone angrily and walked towards the door.

With his mind in a mess, Hai Mingli pushed the door open and heard a girl outside let out a cry.

Who's outside?

The abstract young man looked around, and when he looked down, he saw that it was Niina-san.

The red-haired girl covered her nose, frowned, and looked up at the abstract young man, her eyes full of anger.

Is this... a collision with the door?

“…Hey, Hai Mingli, couldn’t you check if there was anyone there when you opened the door?!”

The tone was quite similar to the one when he first met the girl at the door of the bar. The girl was also like this at that time, with anger off the charts.

"My my." Hai Mingli scratched his head, "I will pay attention next time, for sure!"

"..."

The girl with brown hair stood up and was about to rush into Hai Mingli's room. The abstract young man quickly made way and let the girl come in.

As soon as Hai Mingli closed the door, he looked back and saw that Rencai had already jumped onto his bed, shouting, "How terrible! This city is so terrible!"

what's going on?

Without waiting for Hai Mingli to ask, the girl changed her angry expression and looked at him pitifully: "Teacher Hai, I don't want to form a band anymore!"

"...?"

No, Hai Mingli is confused. You were the one who said you wanted to form a band with mmk, but now you are the one who comes to tell me you don’t want to form a band. What does that mean?

"What's going on?" Hai Mingli asked, "Miss Mmk bullied you?"

"No..." the girl cried, "She wants to call outsiders!"

Girls fantasize about:

Under the spotlight, I was holding a guitar and singing in front of the microphone, and my idol MMK was standing shoulder to shoulder with me. When the song reached its climax, both of them performed guitar solos at the same time, which made the atmosphere in the venue reach its hottest point.

The reality is:

"My name is An Hemai, please give me your guidance!"

Inside the restaurant, across the hot pot, a black-haired JK girl raised her "V" gesture and greeted Rencai happily.

"…There are other members in the band. This is unforgivable!"

The girl lay on the bed, burying her head under Hai Mingli's pillow in anger, "I thought that when mmk and I formed a band, it would just be us two!"

"You...are too childish."

It’s just forming a band and adding some people. What’s there to be afraid of?

Seeing the girl's indignant look, Hai Mingli said helplessly: "Okay, okay, if there is no such girl, which position will you play in the band?"

"...guitarist."

"What about mmk?"

"...guitarist."

Hemingway: ...