Mygo, the band legend of Tokyo handsome guy

There are two possibilities: either Lena will leave, or Lena will be very obedient.

So Mingze Feng opened the door and went inside.

It wasn't until he spoke that Lena poked her head out from the sofa. Seeing it was Mingze Feng, her eyes lit up, "It's Feng!"

"Has anyone else come here?" Mingze Feng asked casually.

“Yes,” Yao Lenai said. “The blond one came by.”

"Sanka Hatsuka? Wasn't she off to the next event...? Did she say anything?"

"Have."

You need to point with your finger.

"She said, 'Give this to Feng.' Then, she sent her a message."

Next to the fruit platter and donuts on the table, there was an extra pink round plate, about seven or eight centimeters in size, with buttons visible if you looked closely.

Ming Zefeng frowned; his intuition told him that things weren't that simple.

Staring at the remote control on the table, Ming Zefeng's expression was rather unpleasant. To be honest, he didn't know what to say.

Has Misaka Hatsune finally gone mad?

Just now, when she was next to Junda Mana, she seemed perfectly normal.

Just as I was pondering this, my hem was tugged.

Turning her head, she saw Le Nai pouting and said, "Feng, I want to eat fish."

Mingze Feng's brows relaxed. Forget about all that complicated stuff, he'd eat first. Stage performances are exhausting, and Mingze Feng was hungry too.

As they set off, Mingze Feng remembered the stargazing scene he had witnessed a few days earlier, and casually asked a question.

"How about eating fish head?"

Yoro looked at Naruzawa Kaede in horror, then shook her head frantically, left and right.

"Um...I want to eat fish. No pie! No way!"

"Is it that intense? Then let's eat fish..."

Two or three minutes after they left, a figure slipped back into the lounge. The locked door didn't stop her, because she had a key.

Sanjiao Chuhua stood still beside the sofa.

The donuts were gone from the table, and the drinks had been cleared away by Mingze Feng, leaving only a conspicuous pink remote control.

She silently picked it up, pressing the button on it with so much force that nothing happened.

Misaka Chuka adjusted her hat.

Of course she wasn't wearing that kind of thing. Since the remote control hadn't reached the right person, she naturally wasn't wearing it either.

"Ah...Ah..."

Sanjiao Chuhua pursed her lips.

"It's just a task..."

A huge injustice! The head of the Toyokawa family ordered her to investigate Narusawa Kaede's conduct.

"Xiangzi..."

As Misaka Hatsuka murmured Toyokawa Shoko's name, she recalled the night that Narusawa Kaede had beaten and scolded her.

Those weren't good memories.

Those memories...shouldn't have been good ones.

Sanjiao Chuhua's face felt hot. She sat down and looked in the mirror next to her. In the mirror, her once dashing face on stage was now a mixture of shyness and moisture.

"Umm..."

Misaka Chuka squeezed her thighs together, and her hand involuntarily reached into her pocket, grabbing the small toy that had been accidentally activated.

"Like this..."

Doesn't he like it...?

Sanjiao Chuhua swallowed hard.

Let's play one more time... No, let's go back first, yes, let's go back first and then...

......

Of course, Naruzawa Kaede couldn't possibly take Yoru Nai to a hotel. After sending her home, he politely declined her invitation to stay overnight. Naruzawa Kaede then met up with Junda Mana in a private karaoke room.

Mana Junda was bundled up tightly, wearing a hooded shirt, long pants, and sunglasses, looking like a low-key celebrity crossing the street.

Naruzawa Kaede jokingly teased her, saying that just a few weeks ago she had gone to karaoke all night with Shiina Maki, and now she was like this.

Junda Mana rolled her eyes, losing her daytime energy and becoming more languid, with an added touch of girlish charm.

"Give me the microphone, I'm a karaoke hog, okay?"

"Here you go, I really don't know why you called me here."

"Of course, it's to hear me sing—"

As she spoke, the microphone was right next to her mouth, and Junta Mana's voice echoed in the room, resonating in Narusawa Kaede's ears.

Seeing that Naruzawa Kaede didn't move, Junda Mana pointed to the song selection machine.

"Hurry up!"

Who can take this spoiled young lady away...?

As Naruzawa Kaede added Sumimi's songs one by one, along with a few of his own, he also noticed Ave Mujica's new song and added it without hesitation.

Then all you have to do is sit on the sofa and watch Mana Junta perform.

Then Naruzawa Kaede was stunned.

Mana Junda was probably too excited while singing, because she pulled at her long-sleeved hooded top and threw it aside.

What was revealed was a long black dress, specifically an off-the-shoulder style. The dress was a simple black, mostly decorated with pleats, giving it a voluminous and textured look. She pulled up the rolled-up hem, letting it fall to cover her trousers.

It was as if she was already wearing this long dress.

In the KTV room, the neon lights cast triangular and quadrilateral shadows, and occasionally the light shone on Junda Mana's long brown hair. Her singing voice was very loud, with a penetrating and light quality that made people nod involuntarily while listening to her sing.

Of course, the person is good-looking too.

After singing a few songs, nearly twenty minutes later, Junda Mana finally put down the microphone, walked over, picked up her water glass, and took a sip.

Naruzawa Kaede looked up from his phone and glanced at Junta Mana's clothes. Junta Mana raised an eyebrow at Naruzawa Kaede's gaze.

"How is it? It was a gift from the brand. Is it nice?"

"Hmm..." Naruzawa Kaede recalled what Yamada Ryo had said in his arms earlier, and after a moment of contemplation, he chose to avoid the topic.

Mingze Feng asked, "Do you and Sanka Hatsuka have lots of new clothes? The kind where you don't have to buy them yourself?"

Junda Mana thought for a moment and said, "Oh dear, who would wear this kind of skirt as everyday clothes... But... it's not like I'm not allowed to buy it myself."

"let me?"

Mingze Feng pointed to the microphone she had placed on the table. Actually, there were quite a few usable microphones near the counter, coffee table, and seats, but Mingze Feng didn't choose any of them.

Junda Mana raised an eyebrow. "Going to karaoke with a pretty girl singer but wanting to sing yourself? That gives you a really low score in my eyes~"

Mingze Feng thought that was the right way, and he shrugged, "Then why aren't you continuing? What are you talking about with me here?"

"..."

Junda Mana gave Narusawa Kaede a strange look, then chuckled.

"Hey, why are you so scared? I just wore a dress out! You didn't think I wore it specifically for you, did you? It's just that it's cool and comfortable."

“However…” Junta Mana smiled, “As a friend, if you really want to see any nice clothes, you can bring them over and I’ll wear them for you. Although I don’t model, I’ve been on several magazine covers, you know?”

As Naruzawa Kaede looked at Junta Mana's face, various clothes flashed through his mind, and then he shook his head.

He knew his own family best; he had no interest in proper clothes at all.

"Now that you're good-looking, go ahead and sing your song."

"Can't someone who doesn't know how to appreciate things say something nice?"

“Ms. Junda Mana’s singing voice is sold overseas, and she must have a bright future.”

"..."

Junta Mana suddenly raised her hand, pressing her index finger directly against Narusawa Kaede's lips.

She lowered her head slightly, and her voice became somewhat low.

"I...don't like it...well, never mind. I make money by singing, but I don't want you to say that. Isn't that strange?"

"..."

Mingze Feng paused for a moment, then snatched the microphone from her hand.

"I'll sing a song. What do you want?"

"No, sing whatever you want, I don't care about this or that."

"Then I'll choose it myself?"

"Rolling, rolling, rolling~"

Junda Mana waved her hand to indicate that she was annoyed and told Narusawa Kaede to go cool off somewhere else.

Mingze Feng moved the microphone from his left hand to his right hand, then back again, and started searching for songs.

I found a few of his own songs, but the one he wanted to sing... well, I couldn't find it.

As the producer, that was his favorite song.

"Guitar, come here!"

"Don't order me around like that, you bastard. Don't you treat me like family? Forget it, I'm not talking to you anymore, it's a waste of my breath."

Junta Mana shoved the guitar into his arms and sat back down angrily.

"Aren't we friends?"

"us..."

"Yes, we're friends~"

As Naruzawa Kaede was speaking, he had just finished adjusting the sound when he saw Junta Mana sitting on the sofa with tears in her eyes.

When she met Naruzawa Kaede's gaze, Junda Mana bit her lip and couldn't help but ask, "...Hey, Mr. Kaede, do you really consider me a friend?"

"..."

Mingze Feng paused for a moment, and before singing, he asked one last time, "The number of people who want to be your friend could circle the equator. Why are you so excited?"

"Because... I considered Mr. Feng a friend. Although it might not be the right thing to say, at first I really thought you were the kind of really bad person who would play with girls' bodies..."

Naruzawa Kaede's eyelids twitched. From the narration, he learned what kind of scene Junda Mana witnessed after Hatsuka knelt down that day and he left.

Naruzawa Kaede's fingers were trembling as he pressed the guitar strings. Why is Misumi Hatsuka always causing trouble...?

Even Mingze Feng thought it was perverted.

"...But then I discovered that, Feng, you're actually a very gentle person... Ah, that's not what I meant by a change in perception. I was actually quite scared at first..."

Whether it was witnessing the tragic state of Mikami Hatsuka, or feeling the same fear as Shiina Maki when facing Toyokawa Shoko.

"Actually, when I sang with you and Maki that day, I felt there must be some misunderstanding. Mr. Kaede is clearly not that kind of person."

"I..."

Naruzawa Kaede's voice, amplified by the microphone, echoed throughout the room, but Junda Mana immediately interrupted him.

"Isn't it my turn to say it now...? Ah, speaking of which, I'm really grateful that Mr. Feng didn't... I mean..."

Junda Mana said, "It's fun being friends with you."

"They didn't want my body, nor did they treat me differently because I'm a celebrity or anything like that. On the contrary, this distance really makes me feel relaxed..."

Junda Mana had a very light and faint smile on her face, which was very different from her usual appearance. This indicated that she had let down her guard.

This is an act of trust.