Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Chapter 162 Ave Mujica's Triangle Chuhua

"I'm back... I'm so tired."

It is a dark and windy night. It is a little dim tonight. The moon is waning and the wind is whistling. I can only barely make out the front door of my house through the street lights in the distance.

Taoxiang didn't drink today. On the one hand, there must be someone sober in the group to drive everyone home, and on the other hand, she was too tired to drink today.

Since Cyeagha-san is free today, why can't he drive us? We've already decided to take the bus back to the city, right? Is it that hard to just get away from his Sailor Moon crew for a bit?

It's not like he's working for nothing. If he brings me back, the worst that can happen is I can just treat him to a drink...

The door of Taoxiang's house was only half-open, but unlike the doors of other houses next door which were closed and dim, Taoxiang suddenly found that some changes had taken place in her home.

Rencai bought it when she lived here. The flowers that were still in a mess this morning were trimmed, the door was swept, the small light bulb at the door was replaced with a new one, and even the door, which was never cleaned because it was a rented house, was wiped clean.

Is this... the landlord coming? They won't charge extra for cleaning, right?

Mikado Hatsuka or Junda Mana... Impossible? Aren't idols from Tokyo all just vape-like women who never touched women?

Just as she was daydreaming, the door was gently pushed open, scaring Taoxiang - it was Junda Mana, who was wearing an apron and had fish scales and gill blood on her hands.

"Welcome back, Momoka-san~"

"Oh...oh, good evening."

Although it was a bit scary to see blood on Mana's hands, Momoka calmed down after she smelled the unique fishy and fresh smell of fish - she even felt a little touched.

Why didn’t Rencai learn from others when she lived here before? Even if it was just cooking curry paste or pretending to sweep the floor, I would be very touched when I saw the not-so-tidy floor and the smelly but steaming hot food!

I don't know what's wrong with this guy, he suddenly yells that he wants to move out - it's not far away, just on the next street, 500 meters away in a straight line.

Is there any point in this? Do I hate myself? Or do I feel like I need to splurge on the band's success and the money it's making—but that's not how you spend money! Buy me a couple of extra guitar strings!

Because Mana's hands were still stained with blood, Momoka declined Mana's request to help her with the bag. She sat down on the sofa quite relaxedly, silently watching Mana's back as she was busy in front of the stove.

"I can't believe Miss Mana can cook...and it smells delicious!"

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment—actually, it was Miss Saito who taught me. I don't know how to cook anything other than fish."

"Ms. Saito?"

Taoxiang straightened her back and asked in confusion.

"Yes, Miss Saito." The hot fish belly pot came out of the pot and was brought to the dining table by Mana - it was originally a kotatsu, but Mana took down the quilt and put it out to dry in the sun.

"Chu Hua's former agent, the unlucky guy who might be out of a job because of us..."

The steam was so thick that Momoka couldn't clearly see Mana's expression on the other side of the casserole.

"Um... I'm sorry for bringing up such sad memories for you - where's Chuhua?"

Seeing that Mana only brought two sets of bowls and chopsticks, Momoka couldn't help but ask.

Mana continued to smile gently, as if they had not mentioned anything just now: "She hasn't come back yet. She went to find a way out for us."

"A way out... So, you're actually gambling, right?"

"That's right, Miss Momoka, we are gambling."

Taoxiang took the small bowl filled with fish belly and radish handed to her by Mana with both hands, as if she thought of something and smiled with relief.

"Really? Don't risk everything on something you're not sure of... Just like Nina, should I say you're all the same? You're the kind of people who'll fight tooth and nail for your dreams, even if it means getting hurt?"

"Just Chuhua, right? I just couldn't bear to see my good partner start from scratch all alone... so I did some things without her permission. She really hates me for doing that."

Mana's expression was meaningful, but there was no malice in it - there was simply absolute trust in her good partner.

……

"So..." Taking a sip of the steaming coffee, Yutenji Wakamu, wearing sunglasses, put his arm around the shoulders of Hachiman Kailing beside him in a somewhat wanton manner, as if declaring his sovereignty to Sankaku Hatsuka opposite him.

It also seems like he is showing off his chips.

"So, you want us to risk everything and get on board your pirate ship, Miss Triangle Chuhua?"

Chuhua ignored Ruomai - or rather, Miaomengqin, who was pretending to be like this, and looked at Hailing, whose shoulders were a little stiff and whose expression was thoughtful.

"Hai Ling, what do you think?"

"I..." Hai Ling hesitated for a moment, but quickly made a decision between her classmate and colleague and her mercenary partner who had recently gotten along well with her.

"I'd better see what Ruomai thinks."

Although there was no contract signed, I had already promised her that I would follow Ruomai for the next year.

Hai Ling didn't care much about the fans and reputation that Ruomai had promised her, she just hated the idea of ​​going back on her word. Anyway, she was going to be a mercenary, so it didn't matter where she went.

Besides, Ruomai is very good, and it is very relaxing to perform live with her. You can push your bass limits without worrying about making mistakes, because Ruomai will find a way to make up for it.

"Huh...Yutenji Wakamugi, what do you think?"

This woman has big ambitions. If she gives in, she will probably have to give up a lot of things - money doesn't matter, but she can't give up the control of the band's operations.

"As for me..." Ruomai pretended to think, but in reality, his mischievous eyes had been darting around non-stop. "I don't want to say what I want. I'm more concerned about what you can give us."

"I" and "we"... This woman is really difficult to deal with.

"Budokan—is this okay?"

Triangle Chuhua immediately offered a very tempting price, and Ruomai understood Chuhua's intention very well - bargaining? Sure!

"When you were still Sumi, you could almost reach the Budokan without the help of the office, right?"

This price is not enough, we need to pay more - thinking of this, Ruomai looked at Chuhua with a smile, whose expression remained firm.

"Not the usual martial arts hall, but the New Year's martial arts hall—five months at most, the New Year's martial arts hall, how about that?"

The New Year means that the martial arts hall’s schedule is fully booked, which also means that almost people all over the country will pay attention to it... I am satisfied with this price - Ruomai nodded with satisfaction and raised his coffee to indicate.

"Okay, deal - from today on we are yours, don't let us down, sumimi... oh no, Ave Mujica's triangle Chuhua~"

Without waiting for Chuhua to clink glasses, Ruomai drank the coffee in his hand, took the hand of the silent Hailing and walked away.

Yutenji Ruomai turned into Miao Mengqin again at this moment. The "tapping" sound of high heels stepping on the wooden board was a bit harsh to Chuhua.

I'm really dissatisfied, Miao Meng, don't think that sumimi is just a name. Although I'm a little hesitant to act rashly because of Hai Ling, I still don't take a small channel owner like you from the countryside seriously.

Let’s first see what Xiangzi thinks... No matter what the result is tomorrow, we must find a way to gather everyone together and then return the favor to Miao Mengqin.

It seems like the next period of time will be very tiring...

But, now Mana will feel at ease, right? She probably won't have to chase him to her bedside or even into the same bed all day, nagging him to "keep on with your acting career."

I can finally sleep peacefully.