Tokyo: My obsession with China led me to become the king of Japanese entertainment.

Chapter 92 Kitagawa's Meeting Request? (Please subscribe to the full book and continue reading!)

"Why would I go to Johnny's? Isn't the answer obvious? To leech off them!"

On his way home, Sakurada Jun, upon hearing Sawaki Ao's question, shrugged and remained completely unperturbed.

In front of outsiders, he would more or less put on an act, but in front of his junior sister, he felt he could be more honest.

After all, if Sawaki Ao misunderstands something he shouldn't, Sakurada Jun will have nowhere to turn for help.

"Although Johnny's is terrible and has a lot of problems, objectively speaking, they have been exploiting the resources and talents of the Japanese entertainment industry for so many years that they have wasted a lot of undiscovered treasures."

"The reason I joined Johnny's is to discover these treasures. After I've made my living, I can leave legitimately when Johnny's goes under in a few years," Jun Sakurada said with a smile.

"Damn it? Johnny's? But aren't they supposed to be very powerful?" Ze Muqing asked, somewhat puzzled.

"No matter how powerful they are, they're rotten to the core." Jun Sakurada didn't go into too much detail; explaining the perverted old man to a sixteen-year-old girl would be a bit grotesque.

"Instead of that, you should worry about yourself." Sakurada Jun said with a mischievous smile, steer the conversation back to Sawaki Ao himself.

"After meeting Wowaka and Hachi, do you still think of yourself as a talentless 'Ado'?"

Upon hearing this, Ze Muqing's face turned bright red in a few breaths. She lowered her head and stammered, unable to utter a coherent sentence: "I, I—"

"Alright, if you're going to be shy, go back and be shy! Gui-ge and I have long said that your talent is unparalleled, but we just didn't believe it," Sakurada Jun said with a laugh.

"Your singing style requires confidence and charisma the most. What kind of person are you if you're always doubting yourself? If you don't trust yourself, don't you trust the judgment of Brother Gui and Master Ba?"

Sawaki Ao didn't answer her, but not because of the shyness that Sakurada Jun had guessed.

She was somewhat dazed at that moment.

The lecturing voice of Sakurada Jun in front of me gradually overlapped with the scolding voices of teachers and students at the performing arts training school a month or two ago.

However, the former reflects a fervent expectation that a genius is not living up to his potential, while the latter is nothing more than a mediocre person's unreasonable and wanton trampling on a treasure they cannot understand in order to save face.

The latter is hell, while the former is heaven.

Gradually, the memories faded and disappeared. The noise that used to make Ze Muqing hide in the closet as soon as she got home gradually disappeared, leaving only those fragments that still had color.

Those scenes of clumsy studying in the apartment building, practicing with my senior, being dragged by my senior to meet important figures—

Memories are gradually being filled with color, bit by bit.

"Bang! Crack! Crack!" A huge GG sign nearby was playing a video of fireworks going off into the sky.

"Looks like there's some kind of fireworks festival going on somewhere soon—they're already starting to promote it?" Jun Sakurada casually remarked.

However, he did not notice that Ze Muqing, who was beside him, was stunned for a moment when he saw the fireworks rising into the sky, and stopped in his tracks.

Sakurada Jun keenly noticed the slight change in Sawaki Ao's tone. His previously casual demeanor immediately became more serious, and he turned his head to carefully observe the girl's profile.

Fireworks — Is there a problem?

"—Senior Brother."

"What's wrong?" Jun Sakurada immediately asked seriously.

"Do you think fireworks should be drawn with radiating lines or circles?" It was a strange and abrupt question, but Ze Muqing's voice trembled.

At that moment, Jun Sakurada's brain immediately began to work at full speed, and the succubus's memory began to search her mind at full speed for entries related to "Ado, fireworks, circles" from her past life.

Soon, Jun Sakurada found the answer in that autobiography.

"Is it that important?" The question made Ze Muqing, who was still immersed in her emotions, look up in surprise at her senior brother who was a year younger than her.

"Isn't it important?"

"Is it important?" Jun Sakurada repeated, grinning.

"Isn't the most important thing about fireworks the way they look? Aside from those utterly incompetent artists who can only express themselves with rigid symbols, who cares what lines are used to represent fireworks?"

"When it comes to drawing, either you want it to look good or you want to make yourself happy. Everything else is irrelevant."

It's hard to describe Ze Muqing's feelings at that moment.

Twelve years ago, four-year-old Ze Muqing drew circles and circles with blue and yellow pens in kindergarten, depicting the beautiful fireworks in her heart.

Then a child watching the spectacle said, "No, you've drawn it wrong. Fireworks should have radiating lines."

The argument reached the kindergarten teacher. Logically, the teacher should praise both sides in this situation. After all, who cares what kind of string a four-year-old uses to draw fireworks?

But alas, this is Japan, where a morbid obedience to rules has been ingrained in the very fabric of the world, and where neon-lit people are everywhere.

So the teacher said, no, circles don't count as fireworks, only rays do.

Four-year-old Ao Sawaki's world collapsed.

For the first time, she began to feel that her "specialness" might not be something to boast about to others, but rather a weakness.

After returning home and crying, Mrs. Sawaki helped her withdraw from the park, allowing her to no longer face the supernatural beings there.

But the feeling that "being special is wrong" was deeply ingrained in her heart.

She felt like she was a weirdo.

This feeling accompanied her year after year, as she gradually began to escape reality and immerse herself in the world of the internet and Vocaloid, gradually becoming a novice singer, cautiously exploring new possibilities with her voice.

Then today, an unruly boy ripped Ze Muqing's body out of him and tore it to shreds.

Does the prettiest firework necessarily mean the best one?

If that teacher had said something like this back then—even if they hadn't praised themselves, even if they had said something ambiguous—

Will my life be even slightly different?

Instinctively, tears began to well up.

Jun Sakurada, who was standing to the side, sighed and did not say anything to disturb them.

He found the reason why she asked the question in his memory, in Ado's autobiography, but he still couldn't understand it at all.

Or rather, he even had difficulty understanding the autobiography.

It's not that Ado or Ao Sawaki are incomprehensible; little girls' thoughts are actually quite easy to understand.

What is incomprehensible is the environment she has lived in since childhood, and the extraordinary people she has come into contact with, some of whom can only be described as insects.

What kind of serious illness do these Japanese people have that would trample on a four-year-old girl's pursuit of beauty and dreams like this?

What's even more outrageous is that this girl has encountered this situation more than once.

— Well, all I can say is that there are many scoundrels in Japan, and being born in such a country inevitably brings some misfortune.

He didn't say anything, but just stood there watching Ze Muqing frantically wipe away the tears that were flowing more and more.

After a long while, when Sawaki Ao's condition finally improved a little, Sakurada Jun walked to the front of her and gently pressed his hands on her shoulders.

"You—you can draw fireworks beautifully, more beautifully than anyone else, right?" Looking up, Ze Muqing saw a pair of clear eyes.

She saw her own reflection in her eyes, but Ze Muqing felt as if she were seeing fireworks.

Composed of yellow and blue circles, the fireworks are clumsy yet earnestly drawn by a child.

It was clearly always gray in my memory.

"————Okay." After a long while, Ze Muqing finally spoke, his voice barely audible.

"The sound is too soft, I can't hear it." Jun Sakurada shook his head.

"I can do it!" This time the voice was much louder, at a normal conversational volume.

"What can I say? Explain it clearly!" But Jun Sakurada was still not satisfied.

There's no time like the present. Since it involves the deepest issue in Ze Muqing's heart, let's just get it over with once and for all.

Jun Sakurada's voice acted as a catalyst or signal, stirring up a vortex in Ao Sawaki's consciousness, where fragments of colorful and gray memories churned and rubbed together wildly.

In the end, the gray pieces were pulverized one by one, turning into dust and dissipating, leaving only the colorful fragments and vortexes composed of blue and yellow circles.

A beautiful vortex.

"I can do it! I can draw fireworks beautifully!" Ze Muqing's voice carried a hint of explosive anger, which was how her voice was supposed to be, but she was used to restraining it.

But today, she chose to shout it out: "I can use circles to draw the most beautiful fireworks in the world!"

At that moment, Jun Sakurada finally smiled, a smile that seemed to say, "My daughter has grown up."

Now, he finally looks a bit like the Ado he remembers.

"Senior, when did you leave Johnny's Entertainment?"

"When will you retire? Probably in a few more years, depending on when Johnny's hits the cut-off line—what's wrong?"

"It's nothing! I just wanted to wait until my senior brother retires so we could release a song together, right?"

"Of course, that's possible. I'm very pleased that you have this intention!"

After finishing talking about the fireworks, as Ze Muqing embarked on his journey home, he visibly appeared more cheerful than before.

Some of them even dared to take the initiative to talk to Jun Sakurada.

After the inner demons buried deep within her were broken, her true personality finally began to emerge little by little. Sure enough, she was not a real introverted socially anxious person at all.

She was simply locked away from herself by shackles.

As for her initiative to release a song with Jun Sakurada, that made a certain unscrupulous person burst into tears.

It's not easy; she finally brought it up herself.

It seems this investment was worthwhile.

Subconsciously, Jun Sakurada began to make his own plans.

Now that Xiaoqing's inner demons have been initially resolved, she obviously no longer needs another "big brother" to help her resolve her inner demons.

Given this, Yun Jiu, the agency that signed Ado in the original timeline and was practically useless except for being good at giving Ado pep talks, clearly had no reason to continue existing.

Although President Izuki Ryo is indeed a good person personally certified by Ado, he is also a useless person certified by the market, and can provide extremely limited help to Ado in business activities.

Rather than letting Xiaoqing drag the entire incompetent agency along on her own, it would be better to use her connections to help her get in touch with a shrewd and capable agency that is willing to invest in her.

With a two-pronged approach, Ado's growth rate will likely be much faster than in the original timeline, and Jun Sakurada's reward will naturally come sooner.

The plan is in place.

Ze Muqing clearly hadn't expected her good senior brother to have such a wicked idea. She walked a step or two ahead of Sakura Jun, occasionally chuckling to herself, looking rather dim-witted.

In the past, she would try her best to hide this side of herself, but now, she has let go a little bit.

In a harmonious atmosphere, the two arrived at the apartment building. Just as they were about to say goodbye, Jun Sakurada's phone suddenly rang again.

"No, isn't today a holiday? Why are there so many calls?" Jun Sakurada grumbled as he picked up the phone. When he saw that the caller was Hideaki Takizawa, his anger flared even more.

Can't people even have a peaceful holiday?

"Feed? Takizawa-san? Can't you let me rest properly during my vacation? — Hmm?"

Sawaki Ao watched as Sakurada Jun answered the phone, cursing, but then suddenly froze a few seconds later. His demeanor suddenly turned serious and carried a hint of danger.

"Really? Did he say it himself, or is someone manipulating things?" Jun Sakurada's tone turned cold, and a faint hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"—Okay, I'll be right there." Finally, after about ten seconds, Sakurada Jun hung up the phone, and his first words were: "Aoi, go back now."

"Senior brother—are you alright?" Sakurada Jun's expression had been rather frightening just now, so Sawaki Ao asked cautiously.

"—It's alright, not a big problem, but we need to make some preparations. Let's go home first, and we can talk about it tomorrow."

Jun Sakurada gently shook his head.

After parting ways with Sawaki Ao on the seventh floor, almost the instant the door closed, Sakurada Jun strode off and began frantically searching through the house:

The small recording equipment he used on his first visit to Johnny's, the pepper spray and stun gun for self-defense, and other items for dealing with emergencies were all discreetly hidden on his body.

The reason he was so on edge was actually quite simple: Takizawa's phone call had delivered some extremely troublesome news:

Johnny Kitagawa, the devil who has at most three months to live, specifically requested to see him in person.

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