Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

Yamada Ryo wore a white long-sleeved uniform top, a straight skirt that reached past half of her calves, and a windbreaker draped over her shoulders, with a black hood at the back. She had dark blue bangs framing her forehead, and a hair clip adorned a strand of hair that fell to the side of her face.

The hair clip seems to be the same one as before, reflecting the light of yesteryear in the sunlight.

Behind Yamada Ryo, her hair was neither too much nor too little, just shoulder-length.

Yes, Yamada Ryo hasn't changed at all.

Cool and aloof, with a touch of silliness. Mingze Feng wondered where to start the conversation, whether to talk about her trip over the past few days, or to discuss her part-time job in London, and her experiences with several live performances and stage plays.

Alternatively, he could explain to Ryo what he and Eliza Shimizu had done at the hotel and in the car... The car incident might be unnecessary to mention.

They were still in the car and hadn't gotten out. Yamada Ryo walked to the right side of the vehicle.

In the UK, vehicles drive on the right and travel on the left. Eliza Shimizu had just parked her car. After confirming it was him and Eliza Shimizu, Ryo Yamada knocked on the right-hand window.

As the glass was lowered, Eliza Shimizu's greeting words were left unsaid when Ryo Yamada handed her a bag first.

She acted as if nothing had happened, knocked on the window, handed over the gift, and offered her congratulations.

"You won? Congratulations. This is a congratulatory gift."

"Okay, okay, but... sigh..."

Eliza Shimizu pulled a box of Okamoto cigarettes out of the bag.

When Mingze Feng saw this, his eyes widened, and he reached out to snatch the box of gunpowder.

But it was too late.

Eliza Shimizu narrowed her eyes, and her smile vanished for a moment. She turned off the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and smoothly pushed open the car door.

They didn't care at all that there was someone standing outside the car door.

Yamada Ryo took two steps back to avoid hitting the car door, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Let's make a scene, come on!

Eliza Shimizu narrowed her eyes, and when she saw the smile on Ryo Yamada's lips, she instantly calmed down and let out a barely perceptible scoff.

The two exchanged a glance, then looked away, both turning to look at Mingze Feng, who had just gotten off the car.

Eliza Shimizu squinted her eyes.

Before Naruzawa Kaede could speak, she glanced at Okamoto, whom she had tossed aside in the car, gritted her teeth, and slowly said,

"Thank you, Ryosang. Feng and I will make good use of this gift."

"..."

Not seeing the expected outburst from Shimizu Eliza, Yamada Ryo wasn't disappointed. Looking at Narusawa Kaede, she slightly raised her chin, then slowly raised her hand.

"Let's shake hands," the girl said through her actions.

Yamada Ryo tilted his head: "...Kaede?"

Yamada Ryo murmured softly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for a few people to hear.

Yamada Ryo's hands were small, with her fingers hanging down naturally. Her fingers were slender and her skin was very white. This gesture made her look like a princess waiting for her prince.

Eliza Shimizu gasped, ignoring the provocation, and instead launched an attack on Kaede Narusawa...

If the first attack fails, withdraw and leave.

This guy is not simple.

Naruzawa Kaede glanced at the cunning Shimizu Eliza, who gave her a 'friendly' smile; then she looked at Yamada Ryo, who was equally formidable, and the girl waved her hand.

Leaving aside the lengthy, almost dramatic conversation between the two ladies that resembled the drama "Empresses in the Palace," let's just talk about what's happening now...

The chaos that ensued came as fast as a tornado, more unpredictable than the weather in London.

"...maple?"

"maple!"

As if they had planned it, Yamada Ryo and Shimizu Eliza shouted in unison.

Mingze Feng looked up at the azure sky and reached out his hand.

They grabbed the hands of two people, one on the left and one on the right.

The warm Winchester sunlight seemed to stand still in mid-air. Birdsong filled the air, and the melodious sound of a saxophone drifted from not far away.

Yamada Ryo's shoulders relaxed slightly.

The result is neither good nor bad.

"...I saw a gesture of kissing hands in the mural."

Yamada Ryo: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do... So, my lord, may I kiss the back of my hand?"

"It's my pleasure, my princess."

As he spoke, Mingze Feng looked down at the two fingers in his hand.

Yamada Ryo's hands were cool, but her palms were sweaty; Shimizu Eliza's hands were much softer, and her knuckles were a little wrinkled.

Before Naruzawa Kaede could move, Shimizu Eliza couldn't take it anymore. She gritted her teeth and made an angry face.

"Hey, when it comes to following customs, shouldn't you be following me? To be honest, how come I didn't know Tokyo had this kind of etiquette?"

“Isn’t this Winchester? Of course, we should respect local etiquette at the church entrance. Ms. Eliza…”

Yamada Ryo glanced sideways. "It's me and Kaede talking now, please wait a moment."

Just as Eliza Shimizu was about to speak, she suddenly realized that this was yet another attempt to provoke her. Yamada Ryo's earlier underhanded maneuver flashed through her mind, and Eliza gave a soft snort, turning her head away.

"Kaede," Eliza Shimizu said, looking at Kaede Naruzawa, "my hand is so itchy..."

To be honest, Mingze Feng was mesmerized by the narration beside them. Just from what they had just done, those two had a lot on their minds.

...Now that he's come to his senses, Mingze Feng is holding the two girls' hands, and for a moment he doesn't know which one to kiss.

If you're planning to kiss everyone, I'll slap you across the face.

If you put the back of my hand next to this girl's, I'll eat you clean!

Even though the two of them had been arguing for so long, the people around them were surprisingly in unison.

Ming Zefeng lowered his head and pondered for a moment, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

"Hmm..." Mingze Feng pretended to think seriously, "According to you guys, it seems... we can't not kiss?"

Yamada Ryo turned his head to the side, his expression resembling that of a queen before her execution, but he was thinking something else entirely: was he planning to kiss them all?

After testing the waters and confirming that Eliza had stolen home run, Yamada Ryo really wanted to slap Narusawa Kaede.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at the thought of what she was going to do next.

Despite this, Yamada Ryo's expression remained calm.

She said gently, "Then please choose one first, Maple."

There's still some hope.

Eliza Shimizu raised an eyebrow: "Let me explain first. If you kiss her, I'll leave; if you kiss me, she'll explode. Maple, don't choose the wrong one~"

Anyway, I guess I'm planning to kiss everyone.

Eliza could guess what Naruzawa Kaede would do. Well, if he really did that, he wouldn't be getting out of bed tonight.

That's just how girls sometimes think.

I insist that you choose one.

Actually, it's about guessing what they're thinking.

Naruzawa Kaede took a deep breath and gently moved his hands together. Yamada Ryo raised his other hand slightly, and Shimizu Eliza also narrowed her eyes.

Then, Mingze Feng made a completely unexpected move.

He lowered his head and gently touched his forehead between the backs of their hands.

There was no kiss, but the three of them were brought together.

It was just a gentle yet comical gesture.

"I concede defeat and accept my loss. Princesses, the knight is overwhelmed, you are both right."

The scene froze for two seconds.

Yamada Ryosuke chuckled softly, "You...who would want a disloyal knight like you?"

[Lancelot and... Unionel?]

Eliza Shimizu sighed, a slight smile playing on her lips, "Kaze really... what's wrong with a kiss?"

Mingze Feng raised his head and shrugged: "Then, can we... call a truce for now? I'll treat you to brunch. I'll choose the restaurant, you pick the cake, and I'll dodge the knives."

Eliza Shimizu scoffed, "You can't dodge this knife."

Ryo Yamada: "I want mango mousse."

Winchester has quite a few nice shops. One of them has a rustic interior with old black and white photos on the walls, seemingly of a prime minister. The waiters wear strict British uniforms, and perhaps the most distinctive feature of the shop is the tailcoat.

The English lunch set and desserts were delicious. Although Ryo Yamada said they all tasted pretty much the same to her, the handmade desserts here were definitely much better than those she bought in a shop in London.

Naruzawa ordered a local specialty lunch, while Eliza chose English scones and black tea. Yamada Ryo said she wanted one of everything and insisted that Naruzawa treat her, offering to pay for it.

The three of them sat in booths by the window, where sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting cotton-like shadows on the tablecloth.

The atmosphere at the dining table was perfectly harmonious. Yamada Ryo was a stickler for eating solid food, and at this time, she would always put the spoon in her mouth without any distraction.

Watching Yamada Ryo eat in such an unconventional way, Shimizu Eliza thought for a moment and then poked a corner of the cake with her fork.

It was handed to Mingze Feng.

Eliza Shimizu blinked. Between the two of them, a fork was held horizontally in mid-air. The light yellow cake had small, dense gaps, making it look delicious.

Yamada Ryo is eating...

Mingze Feng took a bite.

"It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

Eliza Shimizu curled her lips into a smug smile.

Yamada Ryo looked up, put the spoon aside, and called out to Narusawa Kaede, "Kaede..."

Finally, Yamada Ryo, after eating the cake that Narusawa Kaede fed him, glanced sideways at Shimizu Eliza.

"Hmm...it tastes really good."

Naruzawa Kaede coughed, about to say something to ease the tension, when Yamada Ryo suddenly moved closer and pointed to another piece of cake on the plate.

"I'd like to try that one too."

"...Didn't you just say they were all about the same?"

“But that bite you just took…” Yamada Ryo looked over and said, “It looked pretty delicious.”

Narusawa Kaede saw Yamada Ryo's eyes. Her gaze was calm, as if she were saying something trivial.

Eliza Shimizu silently poured herself a cup of tea, her tone as sour as vinegar in a vat.

"Feng really works hard, holding a cake in his left hand and a girl in his right... No wonder he sleeps so late every day."

Yamada Ryo raised an eyebrow. "After all, there are people who cause Kaede trouble."

Eliza Shimizu stared at Ryo Yamada, narrowing her eyes. Who's really causing trouble? Some people run away from home for a month at a time, some provide double-digit assistance, and then just wash themselves clean and lie down in bed.

Who's the one causing all the trouble?

Yamada Ryo stared at Shimizu Eliza with a blank expression, as if to say, "What are you looking at?"

Eliza Shimizu suddenly realized that she had met her match this time.

Moreover, her opponent has an advantage that she doesn't have.

Thick-skinned.

Seeing that Shimizu Eliza was avoiding his gaze, Yamada Ryo gave a slight smile.

Then, Yamada Ryo pushed Narusawa Kaede's portion of snacks towards them, saying, "Eliza, try some too."

Just as Shimizu Eliza was about to glare at him, Naruzawa Kaede sat down next to her, put his arm around her waist, and had a spoonful of cake on it.

Eliza Shimizu's expression softened considerably.