Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

"Then don't display it."

As Junda Mana spoke, she inhaled deeply, and did not touch Naruzawa Kaede's hand on her face, but let that large hand pull and release her.

That kind of elasticity is something only a completely natural face can have.

When Mingze Feng made up his mind...

Junta Mana stared at Narusawa Kaede's face, gritting her teeth.

She glanced at the height difference between herself and Mingze Feng, then stood on tiptoe.

The small hand that was used to hold the microphone, like a blind man touching an elephant, pressed down on Mingze Feng's left cheek.

His palms were slightly damp and slippery. A faint floral scent wafted to his nose. Naruzawa Kaede suddenly remembered the way Junta Mana's fingertips had rustled through her slender hair earlier, and he smiled involuntarily. Perhaps it was because he had figured out the source of the fragrance.

Is it shampoo?

Naruzawa Kaede looked at him with a questioning gaze, which Junda Mana couldn't understand.

But the smile that Narusawa Kaede put on made Junda Mana very unhappy.

"Hey...you're definitely laughing at me, aren't you?" Junta Mana sighed, annoyed, and raised her eyebrows.

"What... what are you laughing at?!"

"I'm happy, and when you're happy, you laugh. Laugh freely."

"You're not allowed to be happy!"

Mana Junda blushed, her eyes sparkling with the light of the season.

Those were the marks left by the golden sunlight on her fair and delicate skin, cast by the shade of the tree.

It's the scent of nature.

Mingze Feng wouldn't be scared by her.

His gaze swept over the stiff bangs on Junta Mana's forehead. The hand that had been resting on the girl's face was raised and fiddled with. As expected, they were hard, like roadblocks.

Junda Mana's eyes widened, as if she hadn't expected Narusawa Kaede to be interested in her bangs. But then her previously pretty face turned completely dark.

"Kononaka?!" Junta Mana's expression twisted in anger. This time, she was really about to lose her temper, and even Narusawa Kaede could tell.

For them, what symbolic meaning might those stiff bangs on their foreheads represent?

Naruzawa Kaede had already let go and apologized. But at that moment, Junda Mana was taking a deep breath to herself.

Even so, she did not loosen her grip on Naruzawa Kaede's face.

Even so, the two weren't pressed together. Their bodies were spaced far apart, with only their hands touching each other's faces—it hardly felt like a safe distance.

Naruzawa Kaede did not push Junta Mana's hand away, but stared intently into Junta Mana's eyes.

The glistening liquid might be tears.

Did you cry from anger?

Just as Naruzawa Kaede had predicted.

The fingers pulling at Naruzawa Kaede's face tightened; Junta Mana was venting her emotions. But since she didn't use her sharp nails, Naruzawa Kaede didn't move.

Naruzawa Kaede's gaze did not leave Junta Mana's eyes. He saw something different in her eyes: a girl's sincerity in her clear, bright gaze.

She wanted to say something.

Mingze Feng's gaze flickered for a moment; he had already seen the answer.

The words next to the girl read:

How about we become true friends?

Naruzawa Kaede didn't know whether his friends were genuine or not, but Junda Mana looked very serious at that moment.

So Mingze Feng looked intently into her eyes.

If he could hear what she had to say, Naruzawa Kaede would certainly agree.

Putting aside the fact that Mana Junda is also known for her singing skills, making friends with good-looking people isn't a bad thing.

Mingze Feng felt that making friends was much more reliable than pretending to be dating.

"You just know how to bully me..."

Junda Mana muttered to herself, and Narusawa Kaede nodded.

"You're still nodding!"

Junda Mana was even more annoyed with him, her lips pouting, "Meeting you has been nothing but a good thing—"

"Mana?!"

Junta Mana's words were interrupted.

Naruzawa Kaede and Junta Mana frowned simultaneously, their eyes widening as they turned their heads.

To the left of Narusawa Kaede, and to the right of Junda Mana.

Sanjiao Chuhua, who had returned, stood stunned not far away, with a bag of bread lying on the ground in front of her.

Naruzawa Kaede subconsciously looked around, and only swallowed when he confirmed that Toyokawa Shoko was not there.

Junda Mana was quite shocked.

She swiftly pulled her hand away from Mingze Feng's face, her face instantly flushed with shame, and the tears that had been welling up in her eyes suddenly squeezed out two or three drops.

Mana Junda could also feel the heat flowing from the corner of her eyes.

She first lowered her head and wiped away her tears with her wrists and palms.

Mingze Feng glanced at her and stepped forward to block Sanjiao Chuhua's view.

There wasn't anything ambiguous about it just now.

Since Xiangzi wasn't there, Mingze Feng wasn't going to be fooled.

"Your bread..." Naruzawa Kaede looked at Sankaku Hatsuka and said, "The bag fell, aren't you going to pick it up?"

"Ah...oh...this..."

As if just remembering something, Misaka Hatsuka picked up the bag and stood on tiptoe, craning her neck to try and catch a glimpse of Junda Mana behind Narusawa Kaede.

Mingze Feng subtly shifted his body, blocking Sanjiao Chuhua's view.

Immediately afterwards, Naruzawa felt a chill in Misaka's gaze, as if a knife had fallen upon him.

Sankaku Hatsuka opened her mouth as if to say something.

The narrator beside her actually unleashed all the profanities she was brewing inside.

Why did you attack Mana? What if Mana gets hurt?

Mingze Feng didn't look at it much.

Suddenly, two lines of text caught Mingze Feng's attention.

It's things like, "Why is it okay if Mana is okay?" or "What if there were no Mana?"

Humans are truly complex.

"..."

Sanjiao Chuhua bent down to pick up the bread bag and took two steps toward Mingze Feng.

She lowered her head slightly as she handed the bag over with both hands.

Mingze Feng couldn't see her expression clearly; her golden hair obscured her eyes, but the trembling corners of her mouth were likely brewing something unpleasant.

After thinking for a moment, Naruzawa Kaede explained, "Mana and I were just joking around."

“No…” Sanjiao Chuhua shook her head and handed over the bread bag.

"Xiangzi said that you didn't eat properly at noon."

"Here you go. I'll be leaving now..."

Junta Mana skipped a few steps, then hugged Misaki Hatsuka from behind, her voice sweet and coquettish.

"Don't go, don't go~ Mr. Feng bullied me just now, Chu Hua, you have to help me... you have to help me!"

"What... Mana, what are you doing..."

Mikasa Hatsuka pressed down on Mana Junda's hand, which was on her waist, and lowered her voice in embarrassment.

"Naruzawa... Kaede is still here... Mana, please... don't do this..."

"I don't care, I don't care, Hatsuka, don't go! I really..." Junda Mana's words caught in her throat, and then she naturally skipped over that sentence.

"Let's go together! I'll pay for your plane ticket, and I'll bring you donuts next time. Oh, right... I wanted to ride the roller coaster when we passed by earlier, let's go together, let's go together~"

Misaki Hatsuka seemed exhausted from dealing with Junda Mana's appearance.

But standing in front of the triangular Chuhua.

Naruzawa Kaede could see Junta Mana's pale face, and the horrified narration in the background.

[I'm so mad, so mad, so mad, so mad, so mad!]

Chu Hua, don't stay silent! If you just leave like this, how can we still be sisters? Chu Hua, say something!

Things like that.

Was what just happened really considered ambiguous?

Naruzawa Kaede watched as Junta Mana wrapped her arms around Sanka Hatsuka's waist, making a final struggle for her sisterly bond.

My mind is already reflecting on what just happened.

He didn't even touch her hand.

The physical contact between the two people was limited to a small area of ​​their cheeks and a small area of ​​their fingertips.

It involves less skin contact than a handshake.

For someone as battle-hardened as Mingze Feng, the word "ambiguous" is really inappropriate.

Looking at Junta Mana's appearance, Narusawa Kaede thought that perhaps he could change it to something like 'this idol is too innocent'.

At this moment, Junda Mana was frantically signaling to Narusawa Kaede with her eyes, pleading for backup. In her arms, Mikami Hatsuka's silent reaction to what had just happened terrified her.

In response, Mingze Feng can only say that he made a bad choice in friends.

But at least she's my new best friend...

After thinking for a moment, Narusawa Kaede decided that for the sake of Junta Mana and Mikami Hatsuka's friendship, it was best not to go and disturb them. Otherwise, taking sides would be tantamount to admitting guilt.

Junda Mana clearly hadn't considered this aspect.

When he met Junta Mana's winking expression, Narusawa Kaede returned the look, but the tacit understanding between the two was not enough for this kind of brainwave communication.

Suddenly, Mingze Feng raised his eyebrows.

Next to Junda Mana and Mikami Hatsuka, their various narrations disappeared in a flash, leaving only two of the largest tags.

[Singing ability: 82↓ (Junka Mana)]

[Singing ability: 84↑ (Triangle Chuhua)]

No, how about pyroxene?

When Naruzawa Kaede confirmed that he wasn't mistaken, he became restless. It was easy to understand; looking at the current state of Junda Mana and Mikami Hatsuka, one could tell that this so-called singing ability also included factors like state of mind and mood.

Hold.

That's quite mysterious.

"Chuhua..."

"what happened?"

Sanjiao Chuhua's voice remained calm, as if she had entered a state of indifference to external gains or losses.

Mingze Feng suggested that they go ride the roller coaster together.

Behind Misaki, Junda Mana was giving a knowing look, which even Narusawa Kaede couldn't decipher this time.

It seems like... he should be carried up?

Should I just hug them both tightly?