Tokyo: Bubble, but the system is Sengoku.

The boy didn't squander the 35,000 yuan he had worked so hard to earn. Instead, he carefully put it away and wrote down his food expenses for the next few days in his notebook, which he used as an account book.

With limited funds, proper allocation is crucial.

The ledger was completed quickly; it contained 35,000, which was indeed enough for him to use for about a month.

Of course, this is assuming that the diet is nutritious.

If you only eat discounted food nearing its expiration date, this number can be extended, but doing so would be putting the cart before the horse.

You need to be healthy to earn more money.

There's no need to save money here.

"good."

Looking at the notebook, or rather the ledger, in front of him, the boy, who had finally found some relief from his immediate predicament, smiled slightly and then stretched.

"Let's train our acting skills again using the methods taught at school."

He needs to earn even more money; this is just the first step.

......

"Yo, Sato-san."

The next morning, after a series of urgent knocks, Sato opened the door to find a cheerful girl in a school sailor uniform with a sage-like hairstyle. She was adorable and charming when she smiled.

"Good morning, Kikuchi-san."

The girl's name was Kikuchi Momoko. They weren't childhood sweethearts or anything like that; she was just the landlord's daughter.

Three years younger than him, she already lived a simple and unpretentious life collecting rent, which was the envy of many.

After the other person overheard from his parents that he was just an extra, the two of them became acquainted.

"You're up so early!"

Kikuchi Momoko greeted her.

"Thanks to someone."

"How's that job you mentioned before?"

Seemingly not understanding the boy's hint, the girl still asked with great enthusiasm.

"It went very well, everything went smoothly."

"Really?! I was so worried when I heard you were in the hospital."

As the girl spoke, she had already entered his house as if they were old friends. She took off her uniform shoes, put on her white socks, and went into the room, taking out a handful of buckwheat noodles with her.

He acted as if he were in his own home.

However, strictly speaking, it is indeed her home.

"...It's all over now."

Sato shook his head.

Although the two interacted strangely, according to the original owner's memories, it seemed that this person was simply curious about the life of a celebrity, which is why he came over so often.

It's normal that many girls want to become stars or idols.

Unfortunately, he is not a celebrity.

So the two of them didn't have many in-depth conversations.

Just as Sato was trying to find an excuse to get rid of the other girl so he could continue training, he felt that the girl's color looked somewhat familiar.

Given that the other person's concern seemed genuine, I didn't refuse them entry at the time. Now that I've missed the chance to refuse, I'll let it go.

"Has someone moved?"

Looking at the soba noodles, Sato changed the subject.

"They did have it, they even bought the noodles, but they left without asking for the deposit. That's why I say, young people these days just can't endure hardship."

Listening to what this little landlord had to say, Sato didn't know where to begin his rant.

However, she didn't give him a chance to complain, and the girl changed the subject again.

"You have no idea, my mom scolded me again today, saying things like the entertainment industry is a mess and telling me to focus on my studies!"

"I think Sato-san is very proper!"

"Your mother has a point."

"No, I didn't!"

The girl made a funny face, but the color on her face was so pretty that it made her look quirky and mischievous.

"They also said you have no future, is there any truth to that?"

"Well......"

That really hurts, sis.

However, to be honest, if Kikuchi had said this to him two days ago, he might have actually agreed.

After all, even he himself felt that he had no future.

But things are different now.

He didn't mind, but Kikuchi was quite blunt in his speech.

"Well, I'm definitely better than Sato!"

"A few days ago, a talent scout saw the photo I left with my aunt and said they wanted to invite me to debut as an artist~"

"But my dad won't let me go! That talent scout is still working on it!"

Looking at the girl's lively, even slightly arrogant, demeanor, Sato fell into deep thought again.

Kikuchi...Peach...

Photos... talent scout...

It does look very familiar.

"wrong...!"

All the clues connected together, as if a bolt of lightning had struck his mind.

"Momoko Kikuchi, isn't she that idol?"

Because the original owner was quite familiar with the other party, the boy forgot about her for a while, but now, looking at the girl in front of him, his memory finally prevailed.

Although this isn't her look for her future debut, there's no doubt it's Momoko Kikuchi.

"...What's wrong? Are you angry?"

Unaware of the other person's shock, Kikuchi Momoko simply assumed that the other person cared about her earlier joke.

This is not uncommon in Sato as well.

The two also had their share of cold wars.

Usually, it's because I'm curious about the world the other person is talking about that I come back again.

In her view, Sato was a kind person.

The two are also good friends.

"without......"

Sato shook his head.

Looking at the prototype of Ran Mouri sitting cross-legged and relaxed on his tatami with a complicated expression, he was surprised.

However, he quickly suppressed this surprise.

Whatever the future holds, that's their business.

He had no intention of participating, nor did he feel the need to make any changes.

"That's good! Yesterday was the photoshoot, right? How was it?"

Looking into the girl's bright, pure eyes, Sato sighed inwardly.

The person in front of him didn't know anything about his future either; he just kept pestering him to talk about filming and such.

Left with no other option, and considering the other party's future achievements, Sato found it even harder to refuse.

Putting aside the idea that the future depends on young girls, at least having more friends in the industry is better than having more enemies.

After all, he didn't know how long he would be staying here.

There's nothing to it in a simple way.

After carefully considering his words, Sato also recounted some things from his previous work.

It's an abridged version, only mentioning some funny anecdotes from filming, such as how he scared the person on the other side of the field after he pretended to be dead.

The girl listened with a smile, her lips slightly upturned, her smile sweet, and her eyes pure, giving her a distinctly Ran Mouri vibe.

However, it should be said that Ran Mouri resembles the other person.

"Sato-kun, you're amazing!"

After hearing what the boy said, the girl exclaimed, "You're not bragging, are you? You just want me to praise you like this?"

"...Yes, yes, I'm done playing. You should go to school now!"

Sato wasn't angry. With his experience from his previous life and the memories of this life, he had the magnanimity to handle a little girl.

Moreover, it must be said that good-looking people have privileges.

With such an innocent appearance, even if a boy wanted to get angry, he couldn't.