Japanese Entertainment: A Comeback Beginning from Bankrupt President

"Don't say things like 'holding others back.' Just do your best in everything you do right now. That's how possibilities are created." Kazuya Sawashiro habitually gave Aki Amano a bowl of chicken soup for the soul.

It's just something I did on a whim; it won't hurt me to say it anyway.

Moreover, Amano Aki was completely swayed by this, nodding his head like a doorbell ringing incessantly after hearing it.

Ze Cheng didn't even open the door for her; instead, he closed the cubicle door behind him, effectively telling her to leave: "Go back to sleep. Tomorrow, whether you borrow it, buy it, or snatch it from someone, you'd better bring the guitar to the Hachiko statue and wait for me before evening, understand?"

"A guitar? A cheap one is fine too?" Amano Aki stepped halfway in, preventing Sawashiro Kazuya from closing the door completely. "And if I go find a guitar, what are you going to do? Can't you take me with you?"

"Division of labor and cooperation leads to higher work efficiency."

"That's true," Amano Aki nodded thoughtfully, then squeezed in to ask Sawashiro Kazuya, "So what are you doing? You can at least tell me, right? We're partners now, we need to know what the other is doing, right?"

Silly kids always have a lot of questions.

Unable to persuade her otherwise, Ze Cheng briefly explained his plans for the next day: "In the morning, I'm going to the police station to pick up the application form. Then, I'll contact my high school classmate who plays music and ask him to help with the lyrics and composition. In the afternoon, I'll contact a teacher from my alma mater and ask him to coordinate with relevant departments to support our operation. Do you understand?"

"I heard you clearly, but I feel bad making you do so many things all by yourself..." Amano Aki felt embarrassed and asked with an awkward smile, "How about I help you with something? I have a guitar at home, so I should have plenty of time."

She was cautious like a child who had made a mistake, but she had indeed made a mistake.

"Idiot, you still have the nerve to worry about me?" Kazuya Sawashiro didn't care if she became an idiot or not, and raised his hand to give her a sharp rap on the head. "You're the one with the least time. Before August, you have to learn to sing with technique, instead of indulging your emotions and yelling."

"It wasn't that bad..." Amano Aki said pitifully, covering her forehead. "I saw it all. Kazama-san even clapped for me."

"You've misunderstood; she was swatting mosquitoes."

"Can't you give me a compliment?"

"Praise you? You wish," Kazuya Sawashiro scoffed, crossing his arms and saying seriously, "When you achieve your goal of returning to Earth Wave, I'll praise you without you even saying it. You're a hundred years too early right now."

Upon hearing this, Amano Aki clenched her fist: "I'll do my best!"

Amano Aki has a lot of momentum, and she looks like a contestant who is about to appear in the national tournament. If she can keep up this momentum and keep going, then Sawashiro Kazuya will definitely feel much more at ease.

The problem is that this is just putting on a brave face.

However, she didn't explicitly express such emotions, and Kazuya Sawashiro wouldn't presume to assume she was that kind of person. For now, he could only go along with what she said: "Of course, we will all do our best for our common goal."

These words brought a smile back to Amano Aki's face.

She leaned closer, expressing her confidence and concern: "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"Your leaving now so I can get a good night's sleep is the best help you can give me."

"...I'm off then, see you tomorrow evening." Amano Aki waved her hand, and this time she didn't look back.

Kazuya Sawashiro also waved goodbye to her, but didn't say anything more.

After Amano Aki left, he stayed in front of the computer for a long time, until late at night when he was used to it, before turning off the computer to rest. Then he got up at 8 o'clock in the morning, packed up and left the internet cafe.

Applying for a roadshow is a simple process that can be done at the local police station.

After obtaining the amulet, Kazuya Sawashiro immediately took a ride to his alma mater, Shiba High School. Private schools have a lot of rules, but Kazuya still had his former homeroom teacher's phone number, so he didn't encounter any obstacles this time.

The homeroom teacher is in her thirties, which is a time when she still has some enthusiasm, and she is easily moved by this kind of story.

Upon hearing Sawashiro Kazuya's purpose and difficulties, he immediately patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, the dance club's instructor is the teacher's fiancé, helping out will definitely not be a problem!"

He was full of confidence, and Kazuya Sawashiro believed him.

But when the two found their instructor, they were met with a barrage of insults: "Are you stupid? This is crucial preparation time for the national competition! These kids have worked hard all year to win this competition!"

In addition to the Koshien baseball tournament, various other competitions are also held during the summer vacation.

Kazuya Sawashiro was aware of this situation, so he wouldn't target the regular team members. His focus was on the reserve team members who hadn't qualified for the tournament through fair competition; these reserve members had a very low profile in the tournament.

Although the young couple's arguments are entertaining, now is not the time to watch. Kazuya Sawashiro decisively steps forward to become the third party:

"Teacher, listen to me. The main focus of the team members in the main competition is of course the competition itself, but there are also some reserve members who cannot play in the official competition. They are also looking forward to having such an opportunity to show themselves, and I am the one who brings that opportunity."

The two teachers temporarily stopped arguing and cast different glances at Ze Cheng and Kazuya.

Seeing that he had the situation under control, Kazuya Sawashiro stopped beating around the bush and revealed his grand plan at the end of the corridor: "To be honest, this time I'm going to gather the dance clubs of one hundred high schools. I want to give those kids who ended their summer vacation with regrets a wonderful memory..."

On the stage of competition, everyone will remember the winner.

But often there can only be one winner, and most people will spend their youth on the bench, just like those substitute players.

Besides themselves, who else remembers how much sweat they shed during practice?

The teacher fell silent.

It wasn't that I was intimidated by the hundred high schools that Kazuya Sawashiro mentioned, but rather that I was reminded of my past self. Who doesn't come here with regrets?

This seemingly unreliable graduate has proposed a plan that's hard to resist...

After a moment of contemplation, the instructor handed the choice to her student: "In that case, let's listen to the children's voices. After class this afternoon, in the dance club's practice room, you can personally ask the members."

"Of course, that's no problem, but..." Kazuya Sawashiro took out his phone, pointed to the time on it, and asked, "It's only 11 a.m., there's still so much time before school ends, where should I go?"

There are still 6 hours left.

"Ask him." The supervising teacher tossed the question to the homeroom teacher and then walked away.

"Me? I have classes this afternoon," the homeroom teacher said, her face falling as she looked at Sawashiro Kazuya, who had suddenly become a burden. "And are you really that free? Do you plan to stay at school all day? Or are you planning to make a move on your junior?"

"It's not that I'm idle, it's just that this matter is the most important right now."

Kazuya Sawashiro can write lyrics and music with a little thought. Although he doesn't have any special abilities after transmigrating, his memory is much better than before. He can even remember what the nurse said when he was born.

Hearing him say that, the homeroom teacher didn't say much.

After a few minutes of brilliant thinking, the homeroom teacher's eyes lit up. He had an idea for Kazuya Sawashiro to pass the time, and, stroking his chin earnestly, said:

"Since you don't want to leave, then stay this afternoon and be the model teacher for the painting class. The model teacher for the Western painting class is on leave, so I've been the one modeling for the students lately. Sitting there without moving is exhausting."

"That's no problem. Is lunch provided?"

"..."