Momoi Taro wants to form a "don" brother duo, but it's a music anime.

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“Very…very…” Taro’s face flushed, his eyes widened, and he tried hard to say the rest of his words…then, his eyes rolled upwards, and he fell down, dragging Aine, who was holding his arm, down with him.

Fortunately, the guitar was placed on the shelf just as Ai-yin was about to act spoiled. Otherwise, Miss Guitar would have been seriously injured.

As she fell, Aine thought this, then shook her head violently. No, no, this isn't the time to think about that.

"Taro, Taro, what's wrong with you!" She shook Taro's body violently, but there was no response.

Deng, Lixi, and Su Shi all froze on the spot. Le Nai and Hai Ling rushed over, and Miao Meng, also very anxious, called out as she came over, "General! Are you alright!"

"Oh right, the book says to confirm the symptoms first, then call 119!" Ai Yin seemed to remember something, something she had seen in her medical knowledge book that day: "First, it's about breathing..."

She reached out a finger to check Taro's breathing, and her body stiffened...: "No breathing."

Hai Ling, who appeared very mature and reliable, calmly reached out her trembling fingers and touched Taro's neck. Her body stiffened as well: "There's no pulse either."

"Taro, he's not dead yet." Rakuna stared at Taro for a while before confirming.

"This...isn't he completely dead? 119! No, shouldn't we be performing CPR and artificial respiration now?" Aine realized that perhaps it was because she forced Taro to lie that he was in this state.

No, I have to take responsibility! So Aine forced herself to face Taro's head and closed her eyes. Slowly, little by little, she brought her lips closer to Taro's lips.

Besides, Taro is so handsome, so I'm not really at a disadvantage... Yeah! That's it!

Just as she was about to get close to Taro, she felt her face being pressed down by two hands. She opened her eyes abruptly and saw that Taro had also opened his eyes and was pressing his hand, which was now on her face, pushing her away!

Aine stumbled and fell to the ground, but she smiled happily: "Taro, are you alright?"

"Hmm," he responded faintly.

"Are you the kind of person who dies if you lie?" Hai Ling asked incredulously, "You sound like the protagonist of a comedy comic."

"I guess I still can't lie." Taro sprang to his feet with a somersault. "Language is the voice of the heart. I don't understand the meaning of lies. What's wrong is wrong! Aine! Keep practicing!"

"Okay~" Minato, inspired by Taro's sudden death and resurrection, naturally felt no resistance to practicing and sat back down to practice.

"You'd better go to the hospital for a checkup, General." Meow Dream sat back down on the drum set, speaking in a very flippant tone: "It's worrying to suddenly collapse like that. It can't be that lying will kill you, can it?"

“I refuse,” Taro replied very seriously. “I know my own body.”

"Peach, you should go see a doctor." Aine picked up her guitar, looking very serious. "I'll practice hard today, don't worry."

“I agree.” Hai Ling stood up from the ground and slowly walked out the door: “I have other bands to practice later, so I’m leaving now.”

"Hailin, wait a minute." Taro called out to Hailin, took out a neat sheet music from the large pocket inside his clothes, and handed it to her: "This is the piece I wrote. You can practice the bass part on your own when you get home. Come to practice together this weekend. Any questions?"

"I understand, I'll make time." She didn't say much more, took the sheet music, and left.

"Taro, time to practice, aren't we starting?" Rakuna asked, tugging at Taro's sleeve. Taro shoved his hand on Rakuna's head and rubbed it roughly: "You better understand what the weekend is. We're still in the individual training phase; these two aren't ready to train together yet."

Lena, however, squinted her eyes with a look of enjoyment and nuzzled Taro's hand. Then she retreated outside, pulling her large suitcase as she left: "Practice, over? Bye-bye."

"Your band is really something else." Li Xi was a little unsure what to say. After thinking for a while, she could only manage to utter, "So rock and roll."

"?" Taro didn't quite understand: "Really? I just thought it was average."

"Mr. Momoi, you should really see a doctor. After all, what happened just now wasn't a minor matter," Su Shi advised from the side, emphasizing the importance of health.

The lantern nodded, looking at Taro with a pitiful expression: "Master Taro, go and take a look."

"No need." Taro was quite stubborn, but seeing everyone looking at him with strange eyes, Taro suddenly thought of his childhood, but he didn't show anything unusual: "However, let's practice on our own today. I can also take care of other things."

"Yes~~" Ai Yin drawled, raising her right hand high: "Momo, I'll be practicing until around ten o'clock today. Can you come pick me up then?"

"Alright," Taro replied casually. "Protecting the safety of the servants is also the master's responsibility. Well then, I'll be going now."

Watching Taro's departing figure, Aine felt a little worried. "You absolutely, absolutely have to come and pick me up as if nothing happened."

"Then I must take my leave. Goodbye." Su Shi left with a perfect smile on her face.

"Well... I'm leaving too, Aine, goodbye." Lamp said timidly and left with Riki.

"Goodbye, Nagasaki-kun, goodbye~ Shiina-kun, goodbye~ Akari!" Aine waved energetically to say goodbye, and after they left, she took out her phone and turned it off. She then picked up her guitar textbook and began learning very seriously.

Su Shi breathed a sigh of relief as she left RiNG.

[Great! Both Xiaodeng and Xiaolixi have the idea of ​​rebuilding from scratch... Things will definitely go smoothly from here on out.]

Then she saw the back of Momoi Taro as he left.

However, I still don't understand this person.

Ultimately, is it really possible for someone to die for lying to exist in this world? As she pondered this, she saw Taro standing on the street, seemingly talking to someone.

From Suze's position, she couldn't clearly see who was talking to Taro, but one side of their skirt was visible. Although it was only a short glimpse, Suze recognized it as being the same as her own uniform. It was Taro talking to a student from the Moon Forest.

After talking for a while, Taro walked off in that direction... Huh? Green hair...? In the setting sun, Suze saw a few strands of green hair. Was it just her imagination?

Moon Forest and green hair... she could only think of one person... but it must have been just her imagination. Suze shook her head. No matter how she thought about it, it couldn't be such a coincidence... It couldn't be, could it?

Let's go back a little earlier.

Taro came out of the practice room and just left RiNG when he saw Wakaba Mutsumi with long green hair wearing the Tsukimori school uniform not far away. He didn't pay much attention to her, greeted Kasumi, the shop assistant who was working there, and left RiNG.

But when he saw Taro come out, Wakaba Mutsu immediately went to greet him. Taro was a little puzzled, so he asked, "What's the matter? Have you said everything you wanted to say?"

Taro walked forward, and Wakaba Mutsu quickly followed, standing a short distance behind Taro, asking in a low voice, "I... still don't understand."

"What don't you understand? Haven't I already explained it very clearly?" Taro felt that he had said enough.

"Hmm... I don't know what to do." Ruoye Mu hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "If I tell them, Xiang will be unhappy; if I don't, my friends will be unhappy. I don't want them to be unhappy."

Ruo Yemu quickly took two steps forward, stopping in front of Taro, blocking his path, and asked softly, "How can we ensure that none of them get hurt?"

Taro stopped and looked at the other person, his eyes full of doubt: "I found it strange from the very beginning at the fast food restaurant."

"Why do you always talk about what will happen to your friends, what will happen to Xiangzi?" Taro asked very seriously. "Have you never thought about what you want to do, what you want to be like?"

"Hmm...? Me?" Ruoye Mu was stunned. What should she do? She had never had any ideas of what she wanted since she was a child. When her parents took her on variety shows or sneaked out to perform, she always complied with their wishes and performed the best she could to meet their expectations.

I've always done it this way since I was little, and when I grew up and made friends, I naturally followed everyone's ideas. What's wrong with that? If I really have something I want to do, I'm doing it, aren't I? The things I grow in my gardening club, and my guitar—they're all my own ideas. Why does Mr. Taro say he doesn't have his own personality?

"You're always thinking about other people," Taro said condescendingly, looking down at the other person. "A person who doesn't have their own thoughts won't do the right thing. Because they've lost the definition of what's right. So no matter what they do, it's wrong."

Is it because I lack a sense of self that I can't do anything well? Wakaba Mutsumi looked up at Taro's serious expression and softly asked, "Does having your own thoughts guarantee you'll succeed?"

"Let's talk about this when you have your own ideas," Taro said, not answering the question, because he felt there was no need to answer it.

Wakaba Mutsu looked thoughtfully at Taro and asked softly, "So, Mr. Taro, what are your thoughts about yourself?"

“Me?” Taro gave a very confident smile: “My self-assessment is, only-one.”

Is this Mr. Taro's secret to making things better by telling the truth...? Wakaba Mutsu didn't understand. She simply bowed obediently and said, "Thank you. I'll think about it."

With that, she walked away quickly, deciding to go home and think things through.

What am I, really...?

At that moment, Taro called out to her, "Wait, Wakaba."

When Wakaba Mutsu heard Taro's words, he stopped and turned around to look at Taro with some confusion.

Taro took a pink handkerchief from his pocket, took two steps forward, and gently wiped Wakaba Mutsu's lips. Then he showed it to Wakaba Mutsu: "You got some on your lips, be careful."

A few drops of red stained the peach-colored handkerchief.

Ruoye Mu covered her mouth in surprise... ketchup.

"That's all for now, goodbye." Taro waved, casually put the handkerchief in his pocket, and left.

Our little Mumu stood there stunned for a moment, then quickly came to her senses, touching her lips as if the warmth of Taro's fingers still lingered there, burning her. She didn't quite understand what was wrong with her, but instinct still drove her to run away.

But poor little Mumu didn't know what she had missed.

After parting ways with Mutsumi Wakaba, Taro planned to record his band's "theme song" at another recording studio. He intended to handle all the instruments himself and synthesize the music, so that it would better fit the theme.

He even prepared choreography, planning to create two separate sets of movements: a lord's dance and a follower's dance. Last night, he did take a look at the other bands' social media, which were mostly self-introductions. After rehearsals on Sunday, he plans to have the members of the Dong Brothers group record some self-introductions as well.

Taro wondered if the band's social media accounts were set up yet, and took out his phone to send a LINE message to Aine, who had said she would be in charge of the band's account. But to Taro's surprise, Aine didn't immediately mark the message as read.

Over the past few days, Taro's SNS messages to Aine have been marked as read within seconds, followed by a quick reply and a bunch of meaningless pictures. He remembered what Aine had said when he left today. She's probably really practicing.

Lost in thought... completely unaware, a figure appeared behind him, raising a stick-like object and aiming to smash it down on the back of his head...

Chapter Sixteen, The Attack Commences!

Continuing from the previous sentence, Momoi Taro, who was busy checking the band SN侕盈拌舞V『II久liu彡$鸸S's account, didn't notice the attacker sneaking up from behind. The person was holding a stick-like object and aimed it at the back of Taro's head, swinging it forcefully.

However, when the attacker swung the stick-like object at Taro, she didn't feel any impact. Instead, she felt a strange resistance, followed by complete darkness. Then, she felt someone tap her neck with a finger.

"Haha, as expected, you still couldn't beat Taro." The attacker laughed very calmly, making a muffled sound from inside his coat.

Taro didn't reply, but instead put his hands over the other person's shoulders and around their neck. The other person's head was covered by a red coat, which was undoubtedly Taro's coat, which he had taken off at some point and was now wrapped around the attacker's face.

It turns out that Taro had already sensed the ambush when he was attacked and used the secret ninja technique, Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell. In essence, it's a kind of clothing removal technique, where he instantly unbuttons his coat to disrupt the enemy's vision.

Using this method, Taro covered the attacker's face with his jacket. He had learned this move when he was a child, watching ninja performances on the street. This was the first time he had used it.

Taro slowly removed his coat from the attacker's face, revealing a patch of blue hair underneath, and then put the coat back on.

"Hmm~ So Taro's record is 0 wins and 59 losses. It feels a lot like Lulu, doesn't it?" The blue-haired attacker held a stick made of a stack of papers, wearing a plaid long coat with half-folded sleeves, a white dress underneath, and black pantyhose that outlined the shape of her healthy thighs.

She wore beaded cords around her waist and neck, which gave her a very energetic look, while also adding a touch of coolness.

She flashed a bright smile, as if the attack had nothing to do with her, and greeted him casually, "Good evening, Taro."

"Hina, long time no see." Taro smiled. "This time it's kendo. The speed and precision of your attacks are perfect. 82 points."

“My friends in the same band are really into this, and they even have training exercises like splitting leaves with a knife. I’ve learned a little bit of that too.” Hina said with a bright smile, “I practiced for a whole week.”

"Does Taro now understand the meaning of happiness?"

"Not yet." Taro shook his head and replied, "However, my band is finally ready to start."

"That's really good news. This way, more people can be happy, right?" Hina looked at Taro with great joy and patted him on the shoulder: "Bang bang—and then click click, and in the end, everyone will feel happy. Taro can definitely do it."

“That’s what I hope for too.” Taro smiled as well; he and Hina hadn’t seen each other for a long time.

Taro doesn't have many friends; you can count them on one hand. The girl in front of him is one of them: Hina Hikawa, the guitarist for Pastel-Palettes. She and Taro are close friends who appreciate each other.

"Jump rope 2000 times." Taro put the rope back and then said something very abruptly. This was a game between the two of them. Hina could attack Taro anytime, anywhere. If she successfully ambushed him, Hina would win; if she failed, Taro would win. The loser would have to accept a punishment game.

"Haha, Taro is still as cute as ever~" Hina waved her hand dismissively, put her hands on her hips and said, "However, although it would be nice to skip rope while heading to our destination, I don't want to make my date with my sister so awkward. Let me postpone it for a day."

"Saya, it seems like it's been a long time." Taro said thoughtfully, "But since Hina said so, then so be it."