Japanese Entertainment: A Comeback Beginning from Bankrupt President

Chapter 14: Please Don't Order Me Around So Casually

Amano Aki is an honest person.

Others might say they'll practice seriously, but they'll probably forget about it the next second. But she's different.

Even on the way home, she was humming a tune from sheet music, completely immersed in her own musical world, and almost missed her stop.

Like a hot-blooded idiot.

The same thing happened for the next few days, so every night at Koenji Station, at a certain time, a shout would suddenly rang out—"Wait for me, I haven't gotten off the train yet!"

The one who walks slowly is Kazuya Sawashiro, and the one who runs fast is Aki Amano.

And so a week passed.

Just as the troublesome rainy season had completely left Tokyo and the sun, a symbol of hope, had returned to the world, and everything was moving in a positive direction, Misaki Tachibana received some bad news about school.

Misaki Tachibana is very dedicated. She said she would help Aki Amano find one hundred high schools, and she has been working hard towards that goal ever since.

She mobilized other students in the dance club, contacted her high school classmates, and even asked strangers who were taking classes at the same cram school. After finally finding dozens of college departments willing to cooperate, she suddenly received a series of withdrawal messages.

One by one, the classmates who had agreed to join the group left.

It started with one or two people, but in the last two days it has suddenly surged to dozens, and the reasons for quitting are all sorts of bizarre.

Misaki Tachibana tried to ask the person in person, but the answer she got was the same as what was said in the message. Seeing that the newly formed team was about to be disbanded, she was powerless to do anything. She could only tell the instructor and Kazuya Sawashiro the truth.

...

The three sat together in Zhi Park near the school.

"I'm sorry, not only did I fail to fulfill your request, but I also messed things up," Misaki Tachibana said, bowing her head in self-reproach, unable to look at the two people in front of her. "Now, I only have about a dozen other students from other schools still keeping in touch with me. It's all my fault..."

"No, no, no... You've already done very well," Kazuya Sawashiro hurriedly comforted her, using his own incompetence as an excuse, "I didn't find a single school after that, they wouldn't even let me in at the school gate. Tachibana-san, you've already done a great job finding so many people in such a short time."

Ze Chenghe wasn't exaggerating; he genuinely couldn't find anyone willing to help.

When other schools heard that he didn't have a single penny, they hung up the phone before he could even finish speaking, not even giving him a chance to enter.

It's my alma mater; my feelings for it are still there.

Sigh... it's all tears when I talk about it.

Kazuya Sawashiro didn't want to talk about those snobbish schools, and he was able to control his emotions, but Misaki Tachibana was different; tears streamed down her face. "Isn't that terrible? If there weren't so many schools supporting us, how would Amano-san's debut song have gotten so much attention?"

She could already see the word "failure" as if it were imprinted on everyone's head.

"It's okay, it's okay... don't cry," the instructor said, seeing that things were getting out of hand. She quickly handed the handkerchief she was carrying to Tachibana Misaki and then pointed at the pitiful Sawashiro Kazuya. "You should have a solution, right? After all, you came up with this proposal, so you must have thought that this kind of situation would happen."

"Huh?" Kazuya Sawashiro scratched his head and forced a smile. "Well... that's true, but there are many reasons for the same problem. So, Tachibana-kun, what's the reason everyone suddenly quit?"

After saying that, Ze Chenghe breathed a sigh of relief.

The ancients were right; indeed, it is only when people are in a hurry that their IQ experiences a short-term explosive increase.

Just now, he had a sudden inspiration.

"reason?"

"I can't really explain it either, but I still have everyone's chat history. Maybe you and the teacher can see the hidden information." Tachibana Misaki took out her phone, opened the emails, and showed the two of them the rejection messages.

Please, teacher (agent), use your wisdom.

Kazuya Sawashiro huddled with the teacher and carefully examined the emails that people had sent to Misaki Tachibana.

The content was largely the same, all using various reasons to refuse Misaki Tachibana's invitation. On the surface, there seemed to be no problem, but in reality... the instructor shook her head; she couldn't see anything wrong with it.

It's just a very ordinary rejection email.

If there's anything strange about it, it's that among the many emails was one inviting Tachibana Misaki to meet at Shiba Park, and the date was today. The teacher is very worried that the person is a two-faced bad boy who might take advantage of Tachibana Misaki's moment of weakness, which would be terrible...

Meanwhile, Kazuya Sawashiro noticed something amiss.

"The timing is suspicious," said Kazuya Sawashiro, pointing to the suspicious points in the emails. "Look, apart from the first few students who withdrew, the emails sent by the students who withdrew later were all sent at an unusually consistent time, basically within the same period."

Upon hearing what Sawashiro Kazuya said, Tachibana Misaki and her teacher looked over again and realized, "It's true! Even though it's a day apart, it still arrived at the same time!"

The truth is getting closer.

Kazuya Sawashiro rubbed his earlobe, deep in thought, considering the existing circumstances and the identities of his classmates…

"I understand now, the truth behind everyone's departure!" Kazuya Sawashiro's eyes lit up. He waved away the gloom hanging over the three of them and said in a deep voice, "I think someone must have gathered the students somewhere after they left school, forcing them to give an answer before this time. What do you think?"

"force?"

"Who would do something like this? Even the teachers at school don't know what we're doing."

"Who benefits most... is the one doing this kind of thing," Kazuya Sawashiro pointed at Misaki Tachibana, who had asked an excellent question, and fired a shot at her. "Think about who our opponents are, and you'll know who would do this kind of thing."

After the words were spoken, there was a deathly silence.

The two, still puzzled, thought for a moment and then their minds clicked, and they answered in unison, "Watanabe Entertainment! They can't stand to see Amano-san go back."

Questions that even fifth-grade elementary school students can answer, they, as high school students and teachers, can certainly think of.

"Bingo!" Kazuya Sawashiro nodded slightly. "Besides them, I can't think of anyone else who would spend so much time and energy going to so many schools to do this kind of thing."

The case is solved, so what's the next step?

Before Misaki could even wipe away her tears, she eagerly pressed Kazuya Sawashiro, "Shouldn't we do something to stop them from doing this?"

"Yes, we can't just watch them drive all the students away, can we?" the teacher chimed in, her anxiety clearly visible on her face.

"Then let them give it a try!" Kazuya Sawashiro felt his blood boiling, and excitedly said to the two, "Let them do their thing, we'll do ours!"

Orange, tonight I will send you a video. Please remember to let all the students who want to stay see it. I believe that after seeing this video, those who want to stay will definitely not leave.

Then, teacher, there are ways to reduce the number of people. Please spend the next few days visiting police stations and obtaining road use permits for busy areas like Akihabara, Shibuya, and Harajuku. These places will be our stage for a "flash mob" event.

"Please don't order me around like that..." The teacher rolled her eyes.

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