Create MYGO second creation, but make them cry

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For her, Kumamoto was like that run-down tavern called "Bear and Wheat".

She didn't want to stay there for even a quarter of an hour.

However, she had no choice but to sleep there.

She gently raised her head and whispered to the sky she had grown up under since childhood, "I will definitely make a name for myself in Tokyo."

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Sweet and Soft Little Xiang

The creaking footsteps indicated that the stairs on the third floor of the tavern were quite old. As night fell, this tavern called "Bear and Wheat" seemed to be one of the few places in the locals that could be considered a nightlife spot, so the tavern on the first floor was still quite noisy.

Carrying my guitar, I arrived at the third-floor Banami restaurant and immediately noticed that the night sky in Kumamoto was much clearer than that in Tokyo.

The twinkling stars are a feast for the eyes.

Looking at the starry night, he subconsciously thought of the night sky over that island, and then of Chu Hua, wondering how she was doing now.

Banami felt a slight pang of emotion, then walked to the door of the room, where the lights were already on.

Banami and Xiangzi divided the work. Banami was in charge of external affairs, and tonight was his first time "performing" on stage at the bar. Xiangzi took advantage of the break to clean the third floor and buy some necessary daily necessities.

Meanwhile, after finishing his performance, Hanami happily ran "home" to hug his wife amidst the laughter of a group of middle-aged men.

It's true, even if we're apart for just fifteen minutes, I'll still worry and miss her, even if I know she's nearby.

Gently opening the door with the key, the aroma of fried food wafted out. Banai's eyes lit up as she saw Miss Xiangzi wearing an apron, acting as a little cook in the clean and bright room.

Hearing the door open, she saw the boy return and couldn't help but smile and say, "Welcome back."

Mmm, this is the taste, it's the "his period" he's been waiting for.

"I didn't expect there to be a kitchen here," said Banami in surprise.

"Yes, Uncle Kumamoto has kept the room very well maintained. I didn't need to clean much at all. I should have a very comfortable stay." Xiangzi looked very satisfied.

Banami felt that, simply because of Professor Daisho's satisfaction, it was the right thing for them to stay here for the time being.

Although they were on the run, Banami wanted to treat it as a "honeymoon trip" and didn't want the girl to spend her time in fear.

"By the way, how was the performance?" Xiangzi couldn't help but ask.

"When I sang 'Winter Flower,' those old men almost cried."

"I'm so proud of myself," said Banami. "Although Uncle Kumamoto has witnessed my skills, his good brothers and old rock bandmates, especially that guy named Ikeda, always keep saying things like 'you're all talk and no action.'"

The boy gave him a good beating.

“You’ve worked hard, Mr. Hachiman,” Xiangzi couldn’t help but tease.

“You’ve worked hard cooking and cleaning, Miss Yukino.” Hanami couldn’t help but go over and hug the girl.

Hearing this nickname, Xiangzi couldn't help but laugh: "Where did you find so many strange names? Shana and Yuuji, Hachiman and Yukino?"

These are the names the two refer to when they talk to Uncle Kumamoto. Although it's clear that Uncle Kumamoto is a good person, Banami and Shoko have no right to take the risk. Shana and Yuuji's names were likely exposed in Kobe, so they took a new pseudonym.

"Well, it definitely can't be Kyon and the leader, that's the pride of old-school anime fans," Yana said with a hint of smugness.

"Don't say things I don't understand, Kora," the girl scolded, slightly annoyed.

Banami grinned and hugged Xiaoxiang, who was cooking, and asked, "Are you making Nanban Chicken Nuggets?"

"Yeah, I saw some discounted chicken nuggets at the supermarket earlier. They looked pretty fresh. Since the uncle isn't charging us for our accommodation, we can afford to eat better."

Although Teacher Da Xiang is a woman of noble birth, even without experiencing those difficult days, her cooking skills are actually quite good. This is part of the "bride's training," which her mother reportedly underwent as well.

"It smells so good~" Hanami said sincerely.

"Right, I think so too... Ah... What are you doing!" Xiangzi's cheeks immediately turned red.

Because Hanami's hand naturally slipped from her waist and under her clothes.

"Xiao Xiang, it smells so good!" Banami repeated.

"Idiot, you're a dog! You're always thinking about things like this. I'm cooking right now."

"It's okay, you can continue cooking, don't worry about me."

"I'll eat my fill," Banami thought to herself.

"You...you...don't touch me like that!" Xiangzi's eyes welled up with tears of embarrassment.

Banami's fingers gently caressed the girl's skin, but she whispered in her ear, "Concentrate. The most important thing about Nanban Chicken is the heat. If it's overcooked, it's not good for your health."

"I don't think doing this kind of thing all the time is good for your health!" Xiangzi couldn't help but exhale.

However, her tone was so soft that it only made Banami more excited.

It's not only sweet, but also very soft and chewy.

Oh my, I've often seen this kind of kitchen play in the corners of the world, but it's a rare opportunity to put it into practice. I'm so excited right now.

"Waaaah, don't take off my skirt!" Xiangzi cried out in a panic.

In the end, the Nanban chicken nuggets were overcooked, but Banami was still very excited.

***

Carrying her luggage, Miao Meng rode her electric scooter and finally arrived at the brightly lit tavern. Looking at the familiar laughter inside, she felt no warmth at all, only annoyance.

What puzzled her slightly was that the third floor, which should have been pitch black, was now lit up, but Miaomeng didn't think much of it and just pushed the door open and went in.

"Wow, Kumamoto, where did you find such a gem? That song 'Winter Flower' is so good, it makes me want to pick up my guitar and sing it."

Then, the sound of beer bottles clinking together rang out.

"I think that Hachiman-kun and Yukino-chan are not ordinary people. Have you asked Kumamoto about them?"

Then, Miaomeng saw the stubble-faced man, whose face was already a little red, chuckle and say, "Alright, what's there to ask about a young couple on vacation? Ikeda, go drink your wine. You got slapped in the face by that kid earlier, aren't you in a bad mood now?"

Then came another round of boos from the older men.

"Um, we'd like to order!" Just then, a young couple at the next table called out.

Just as the blushing Kumamoto uncle was about to turn his head, he saw the short-haired girl silently walk over, take the menu to the table, and seemingly skillfully write down the order.

"Hey, Kumamoto girl's back? Why didn't you tell us?" Ikeda called out.

Hearing the familiar nickname "Kumamoto Girl," Miao Meng frowned slightly but didn't say anything. Instead, she went to the kitchen to fry fries and chicken wings, and quickly brought out the food the customer had ordered.

During that time, she didn't say a single word to her father.

Because her father likes to call himself "Uncle Kumamoto" and has been doing so for many years, her nickname among those around her naturally became "Little Sister Kumamoto," a name so corny it made her want to vomit.

It's completely different from names like "Nyan Dream" which are cute, stylish, and have a Tokyo vibe.

"You're back?" Uncle Kumamoto, his face flushed, said to his daughter in a calm voice.

But Miaomeng completely ignored the other party and simply served snacks and beer to the guest.

"Haha, Kumamoto girl is as aloof as ever. Have you found a good man in Tokyo?"

"If you can't find anyone else, how about becoming my daughter-in-law? My Tae-il just graduated too."

The group of older men, who had been drinking, were making jokes again.

But Miaomeng still couldn't be bothered to pay them any attention.

Uncle Kumamoto said in a gentle voice, "I rented the third floor to a young couple traveling together. They should be around your age and they also play music. You can go there..."

But Miaomeng seemed too lazy to listen to what the other person was saying, and said, "I'm going back upstairs to sleep."

Then he quickly ended the conversation, picked up his luggage, and went upstairs.

"Oh my, Kumamoto, your daughter's fiery temper is really something else..."

"Alright, alright, enough with the nonsense, let's drink."

Uncle Kumamoto quickly ended the topic of his daughter.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The War God Under the Car, Meow Dream

Yutenji Wakame didn't care who Lao Deng had taken in at the tavern. She went to her room on the second floor. She didn't even need to clean it, since she usually asked her younger sister, Wakaho, to come and help her clean up.

Moreover, apart from the bedding and the most basic necessities, this place is even more spacious than the room on the third floor, since Yutenji Wakami has always only used this place as a place to sleep.

Even after getting up, she still went back to the Yutenji house to wash up, even though there was a private bathroom there. This shows how much Nyanmu hated her father's tavern.

Miao Meng lay on the bed, looking at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar ceiling. Even the noise and commotion on the first floor seemed much quieter.

With slightly complicated feelings, Miaomeng slowly closed her eyes.

But perhaps because she had too many thoughts in her mind, or perhaps because she hadn't slept in this bed for too long and was a little unfamiliar with it, Miao Meng didn't sleep well. In fact, many fragmented memories from the past surfaced.

"Wow, Dad looks so cool playing the drums!"

"Dad, I want to go to the tavern too, take me to the tavern!"

"My dad is a hero of Kumamoto."

"When I grow up, I want to be my dad's bride..."

Those fragmented, discontinuous images surfaced in Miaomeng's dream, eventually waking her up slowly.

Miao Meng opened her slightly dry lips and whispered, "What Kumamoto Uncle... How stupid."

She took a deep breath, took out a bottle of water from the cabinet, opened it and took a sip. Her mood calmed down a little. Just as she was about to go back to sleep, she heard some strange noises coming from the ceiling. Miao Meng initially thought that the ceiling might be infested by termites, but upon closer listening, she realized that was not the case at all.

The sound was very rhythmic and resonant, and one could even faintly hear a plaintive, yearning voice coming from upstairs. Miao Meng immediately felt a sense of familiarity with it.

This shabby tavern, like the Yutenji family's, is a rather old building, so soundproofing is not a concern at all.

The third floor has always been empty, so there's never been a problem there, but now...

Meow dreamt that Old Deng had taken in a couple, saying they were new resident singers named Yukino Hachiman or something, but Meow didn't hear clearly.

Suddenly, Miao Meng, who was already in a bad mood, got angry. When she was in Kobe, it was one thing to eavesdrop on the neighbors, but that was a public hotel. But if I have to eavesdrop at home, then what's the point of coming home?

Moreover... the girl's voice became increasingly unrestrained, as if she couldn't hold back any longer.

Damn, was he shouting that to her on purpose? Is he that powerful?

But listening to the creaking sound, the frequency did seem to be getting faster and faster.

Miao Meng thought to herself, "If I go and knock on the door now, will I scare that guy so much that he'll just go limp?"

Miao Meng didn't care about all that. She was about to go upstairs to quiet them down, but as soon as she stepped out the door, she suddenly remembered what Lao Deng had told her.

"They're about your age, and they also play music. You can..."

She understood what Old Deng meant; he wanted her to befriend the couple who were staying together, and Old Deng probably really admired them.

But despite what the other party said, Miaomeng simply didn't want to interact with them.

As if in a fit of pique, she steeled herself, put on earplugs, and lay down on the bed.

Then, she drifted into a light sleep again, but this time, she didn't dream of the scenes of her childhood with her father. Instead, she repeated the intimate scenes with Banami during the fan creation.

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, but her dream was filled with embarrassing images.

***

The next morning, Yutenji Wakaho slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling.

Hearing the familiar voices of conversation outside the door, Ruosui slowly got up. It was the weekend, so she didn't need to go to school. Then, she saw the clothes her older sister Ruomai had bought for her on the clothes rack.

She glanced at the bright and eye-catching clothes. Although they were beautiful, the thought of being stared at made Ruo Sui feel a little shy. In the end, she chose to wear the sailor uniform from Kumamoto Middle School. Then she opened the door and, sure enough, her older sister was already sitting at the dining table, seemingly waiting for her mother's breakfast.

"Ruo Sui is awake. Why aren't you wearing the clothes I bought for you?" Miao Meng yawned softly.

Having not slept well for two nights but getting up early, Teacher Da Miao naturally has dark circles under her eyes.

"I have to go to school today," Ruo Sui casually made up an excuse.

Miao Meng looked at her introverted younger sister for a while and seemed to understand something. Ruo Sui felt a little nervous, but Miao Meng ultimately didn't say anything.

"Ruo Sui, can I borrow your bed for a bit? I need to catch up on some sleep. It's been so long since I've slept in a bar, I'm not used to it anymore," Miao Meng said casually.

Ruo Sui sat next to her sister and softly hummed in agreement.

Soon after, the two younger brothers woke up, and their mother brought over breakfast. She then said, "Xiaomai, after you finish breakfast, take your dad's portion over too. He's probably still sleeping in the tavern."

Miao Meng calmly replied, "I'm not going. I need to catch up on my sleep later."

“Wheat…” Mom looked somewhat helpless.

Seeing her sister's indifferent expression, Ruo Sui felt a little sad, so she obediently said, "I'll go and deliver it. I need to go back to school for the light music club's activities anyway."

In Kumamoto's junior high school, participation in clubs was mandatory, so the unassuming girl chose the instrument she was most familiar with.