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It's rare to encounter such a... strange person.

Yamada Ryo observed Wakaba Mutsu's journey.

Is it the innocent and passionate Wakaba Mutsuki, or the silent and obedient Wakaba Mutsuki?

Yamada Ryo didn't know which one was her either.

It's... really strange.

Yamada Ryo was very curious about what kind of person Wakaba Mutsu was. She quickened her pace, walked to Narusawa Kaede's side, and met his gaze.

'Where did you find this person?'

Narusawa Kaede could tell that Yamada Ryo was puzzled by Wakaba Mutsu's existence, but Yamada Ryo probably couldn't understand the message he sent.

'The person I met on the way...' Mingze Feng gave a knowing look.

Yamada Ryo glanced silently at Wakaba Mutsu, who silently grabbed Narusawa Kaede's sleeve. Aside from talking with the shop owner, Narusawa Kaede had a few conversations with Wakaba Mutsu, but they weren't very successful.

"Mu's band must be exhausted..."

"Ah."

"Is it the one from Xiangzi's group?"

"Yes..."

like this.

Naruzawa Kaede thought for a moment and asked, "Mu didn't bring any instruments, did he? What kind of guitar does Mu want for later?"

"If Feng has made up his mind, then that's good~"

"What should we play later? Do you have any ideas?"

After thinking for a moment, Wakaba Mutsu asked, "...What does Kaede think?"

Thinking back to Wakaba Mutsumi's impromptu solo last time...

Naruzawa Kaede asked, "How's Crazy Train...?"

"Okay, Feng will sing. I'll accompany you on the instrument."

Ruo Ye Mu stood on tiptoe, and her small hand, which was holding the hem of Ming Ze Feng's clothes, swayed gently from side to side.

Only then could Mingze Feng sense her emotional fluctuations.

Wakaba Mutsu was very happy.

Yamada Ryo nodded thoughtfully.

Playing with metal...

The three of them walked into the practice room, one sentence at a time. Of course, the practice room was paid, and the instrument rental was included.

Ryo Yamada picked up his bass again.

Wakaba Mutsumi picked up the guitar again.

The two of them looked at the person in the arena who was empty-handed.

Mingze Feng was tidying up the electric piano placed on the sidelines. To call it tidying up was really just connecting the power cord and turning it on.

"I'll have this one."

"When did you learn it?" Yamada Ryo asked.

Mingze Feng modestly replied, "Recently, I only know a little bit..."

In reality, it's more than just a little bit. Mingze Feng doesn't have a character panel, and often he can't remember what he's acquired. But the moment he touches it, that long-lost feeling, and the trembling of his muscles, tells Mingze Feng that he's probably more than just a little bit skilled.

"Leave the singing part to me."

Yamada Ryo nodded.

Zheng—Zheng—

While they were still talking, Wakaba Mutsu's solo began.

Hearing the loud, almost showy explosion in his ears, Yamada Ryo raised an eyebrow.

What are you showing off to Feng for? You were the first person to invite Feng to play music together...

"It should be me..."

Human observation activities can be postponed.

Right now, we also need to teach this younger generation the importance of respecting seniors and the importance of first come, first served!

"They have some skill, but they're nowhere near as good as me."

As Yamada Ryo thought this, his fingers gripping the pick tightened involuntarily.

"Crazy Train" is a fast-paced rock song.

The electric guitar's complex melodies weave undulating waves in the practice room, while the bass's rapid strumming is a highlight.

Having decided what he wanted to do, Yamada Ryo's hands began to move.

Of course, technically speaking... it wasn't difficult for either of these two exceptionally talented young girls.

As a work by the godfather of metal, the bass is by no means an indispensable, unclear bass line; the coordination between the electric guitar and bass determines the quality of the work.

If we give each of them an 80, then together they would undoubtedly be a 90.

The last ten minutes...

Mingze Feng brought an electronic keyboard and was responsible for providing background chords and high-frequency melodies.

“Mental wounds not healing,”

When Narusawa Kaede's singing came in, Yamada Ryo and Wakaba Mutsu couldn't help but look up.

The difference was that Wakaba Mutsu quickly closed her eyes, immersing herself once again in the perfect ensemble performance.

Yamada Ryoji was completely baffled.

Playing the electric piano as the lead singer...

Ah Feng, what made you become like this...?

Life's a bitter shame

"I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"

Naruzawa Kaede had no idea what Yamada Ryo was thinking, otherwise he would have gone up and given her a chop to the neck.

Of course, the practice doesn't end after a piece is finished. The meaning of practice is that everyone breaks down a section of a piece, analyzes it repeatedly, and refines it. In this process, it's not only about correcting oneself, but also a test of cooperation between each other.

"...So, was there something wrong with us just now?"

Faced with Naruzawa Kaede's question, Yamada Ryo shook his head somewhat absentmindedly, and couldn't help but glance at Wakaba Mutsu several more times.

"This guy... is pretty strong."

If I had to point out something wrong with the piece of music just now.

It's probably because Yamada Ryo hasn't practiced in a long time and is a bit rusty.

[Full of confidence → The clown was actually myself]

Ruo Yemu looked over calmly and said:

"Let me change my question to 'Smoke on the Water'..."

This is a song from Deep Puple's sixth album. Rock heroism was emerging during that period, and it's one of the greatest songs in history... I can't remember the rest.

These words were spoken by the girl one day in the basement when she pulled him aside to listen to heavy metal.

Naruzawa Kaede subconsciously looked at Yamada Ryo, and just then, Yamada Ryo also looked over.

Looking at the description beside Yamada Ryo, Narusawa Kaede finally remembered what else Yamada Ryo had said back then.

[Simple, repetitive guitar melodies and bass rhythms, suitable for beginner band members. Classic riffs, simple yet powerful, with a raw and primal style...]

In short, bass players can use it to reinforce basic rhythms.

Yamada Ryo's gaze toward Wakaba Mutsuki softened considerably.

Mingze Feng glanced at Mu a few more times, but ultimately remained silent.

Perhaps only Narusawa Kaede knows...

Ruoye Mu felt that the person who needed to practice was herself.

After playing it a few more times, Wakaba Mutsu didn't seem to be getting any better, and his thoughts and the way he played the guitar became heavy.

"Xiao Mu," Mingze Feng couldn't help but speak up, "Your performance just now was very good..."

Ruoye Mu kept her head down.

It's as if... praise is a form of scolding to her.

"..."

What did this child go through with Xiangzi? He was perfectly fine before.

Yamada Ryo also noticed that Wakaba Mutsu was acting strangely. She subconsciously looked at Narusawa Kaede. Narusawa Kaede was winking at her.

Yamada Ryo's gaze shifted back and forth between Narusawa Kaede and Wakaba Mutsu, and she nodded.

Do what you want to do.

Yamada Ryo glared at him again.

Don't leave me behind.

Naruzawa Kaede walked up to Wakaba Mutsu and asked, "Mutsu, I'd like to ask you for a favor."

"I'll help!" Ruoye Mu raised her head and said eagerly.

They looked so anxious, like a puppy afraid of being abandoned.

Yamada Ryo hugged the bass guitar, and in her memory, Wakaba Mutsuki had gained another appearance.

What happened next was almost inevitable.

It's not good to take rented musical instruments too far away, but luckily this is Higashi-Shinjuku, not far from the station, so there are plenty of suitable spots.

Downhill stairs of a pedestrian overpass.

The trio's impromptu street performance was a success, unsurprisingly.

The crowd gathered around, some applauding, some giving thumbs up, and some asking the band's name.

Naruzawa Kaede felt no surprise, and so did Yamada Ryo.

Only Wakaba Mutsu had her head down.

He gently stroked the guitar in his arms.

My heart... remained completely unmoved.

Chapter Fifty: Great God, let's do it together!

"I...have never...felt happy living in this world."

Intermittent sounds escaped from Wakaba Mutsu's parted lips.

Wakaba Mutsu fell asleep with her head on Narusawa Kaede's lap.

At this moment, these are the ramblings of a dream.

Stroking her light green hair, Yamada Ryo leaned against her, her eyes opening as she heard the murmurs in her sleep.

Although he didn't ask, Yamada Ryo guessed a lot of things.

For example, the girl sleeping with her head on Naruzawa Kaede's lap probably has depression; it's likely due to problems in her home environment or daily life. The details...

Yamada Ryo felt that investigating each case one by one would be too tiring. She'd rather just sleep with her arms crossed like this.

According to the usual formula in plays, such a girl will surely meet her Prince Charming.

And Mingze Feng is the one riding the white horse.

This is practically a carbon copy of her story with Naruzawa Kaede...