Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Therefore, it wouldn't matter if we acquired it from Xinye at our own expense.

It worked very well, and many bands signed up immediately.

The competition proceeded smoothly and the winner was quickly determined. However, it was a case of choosing the best among the worst. The slovenly shopkeeper disliked their music, feeling that it was a piece of music created to cater to the audience.

According to Ito's understanding, it's the kind of band that Ryo, the singer of "Lonely Rock," previously left.

So they're willing to sign an exclusive contract, but the instrument manufacturer isn't.

This led to a dispute, with them saying the store manager didn't understand anything.

The store manager directly called them trash, saying that the song he wrote in a day was better than theirs.

Then, in a fit of anger, they made a bet, and both of them got carried away.

If they can't write a song, the store manager will give them all the musical instruments.

Conversely, if they write it down, they will have to bear the cost of decorating the exhibition hall and the expenses for the next 5 years, and perform free of charge during this period.

"So you're giving up now, store manager? That's a huge sum of money."

Not only did Yoshida not understand, but Ito understood even less.

"It will indeed be a huge loss, almost all of my royalties from the past few years will be gone."

What?! Drawing comics can make that much money!

Ito was a little incredulous, but after checking his own system's shop, his spirits plummeted.

There isn't a single comic book, and it seems that comic books aren't really needed to help idols grow.

"Then why did the store manager..." Yoshida Nai said, then suddenly thought of a possibility, "Oh~ the store manager did it for his sister, I know that kind of person is called a siscon."

"Nonsense!" The disheveled shop manager, who was also Saionji Chizuru's older brother, Saionji Ayato, hurriedly denied it.

Because her store manager could afford the compensation, Yoshida Nai was able to keep her salary, so she stopped worrying and sat back down in her chair.

"Then you'd better hurry up and give them the instruments, lest I have to deal with them when they come looking for us later."

"..."

For a moment, they couldn't tell who was a worker.

"Sigh~" Saionji store manager sighed, stood up and walked towards the door as Yoshida Nai had instructed.

"Wait a minute, you haven't told me what the theme is yet." Ito waited for a long time, but the other person was about to leave before he finally told him the topic.

"What?" Store manager Saionji looked at Ito suspiciously. "There are only four hours left until the end of the bet. Are you sure you can write it down?"

"Of course, as long as you tell me the topic."

Let alone four hours, the faster he copied, the faster he produced.

"I must be crazy to have pinned my hopes on high school students."

The store manager, Saionji, clearly didn't take Ito's words seriously and turned to leave.

Suddenly, a bell rang in his pocket.

Chapter 123 "The Bustling City"

"Will be defeated by the time when I can't see you"

“可愛くなるから見つけてね？ (I'll become cute and charming, so you have to notice!)”

The call ended quickly, which seemed like an attempt to cover something up.

"Pfft."

Yoshida Nai couldn't hide her smile at all; she burst out laughing immediately, showing no intention of giving her store manager any face.

"Thump, thump." Manager Saionji's movements became noticeably faster, as if he intended to escape this place that was driving him crazy.

"Wait a minute, maybe you can really trust me," Ito quickly called out to the other person.

But the other party remained unmoved and continued walking towards the door.

"Asada, sing."

"Huh? What?" Asada didn't understand at first, but then she realized, "Okay."

"Cough, cough." She cleared her throat first, then looked nervously at the store manager, Saionji.

"Who is cute? (Every girl wants to be cute and charming)"

"Knowing the color of the face and the consciousness of the combination (even if you pass by someone you don't know, you will still care about it)"

As Asada began to sing, Ito's gaze remained fixed on Saionji's grip on the doorknob.

Although the other person's facial expression was unclear, the action that resembled being paused indirectly signaled victory in the battle.

After Asada finished singing the entire song, Ito confidently addressed the shop manager, Saionji, who was standing in the distance: "Well? Do you think we still can't help you now?"

"Sakura, so you can sing too?" Yoshida Nai exclaimed in surprise, as if she were an outsider, but she didn't seem to realize the key point of the matter.

"Nai, we'll talk about that later." Asada's mind was now entirely focused on retrieving the musical instrument.

After waiting for a while, the slovenly shopkeeper turned around and looked at Asada in disbelief.

"you......"

“No, that’s right.” Asada stepped forward, her eyes sparkling. “I’m the original singer of this song.”

"Huh? Sakura, you!" Yoshida Na's voice was filled with surprise. She had received too much information in one day, and her brain was a little overwhelmed.

“Tell us your theme, and we can write a piece that will satisfy you, even if it takes only three hours.” Ito said with a confident smile.

The other party remained silent, weighing the pros and cons, and out of consideration for the elders, was unable to bring themselves to ask their younger sister's classmate to share the burden.

What's more, he's the kind of guy who would tattle on his sister.

Ito naturally didn't understand what the other party was thinking; he thought they were worried that they couldn't handle other styles of music.

"You should already know about our team. Within two weeks, we published 'Want to Be Cute,' 'God's Flow,' and 'So Annoying.' Whatever the topic, you can give it to me."

Ito has made up his mind to retrieve the instrument, even if it's in a bizarre or unusual way.

He wouldn't hesitate to risk being assassinated by administrators even if it were posted on the dark web.

After a moment's thought, the store manager of Saionji decided to put aside his pride as an elder, since the money saved could be used to buy more things for Chizuru.

"The theme is to maintain the rock and roll spirit, while also reflecting rebellion and loneliness, and at the same time, an enterprising attitude is essential."

"This requirement doesn't sound very simple; you can find a lot of results online that meet it."

Although Yoshida Nai didn't quite understand, she felt that they all fit the description.

“No, those songs, like the songs that band writes, lack real emotion.” Manager Saionji shook his head and looked at Ito. “You said you could do it.”

"I'm telling you my requirements. You can still refuse if you choose to, but if you hold out until the end, you'll have to take on part of my debt."

The store manager of Saionji tried to scare the other party away by mentioning the high amount of debt.

“It’s not like there’s no hope at all.” Ito stepped forward.

"Ito, you need to think this through. This is not something we can afford." Yoshida Nai thought Ito was acting impulsively. "Sakura, you should try to persuade him."

Asada shook her head, her gaze remaining fixed on Ito.

After spending so many days together, Asada understood Ito's talent and terrifying abilities. Moreover, even if he hadn't demonstrated those abilities, Asada would still choose to believe him.

"It's hopeless." Yoshida sighed, rubbing her forehead.

Seeing the other party's confidence, the store manager of Saionji couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you understood what I said? This is no small sum."

"Got it? Anyway, you don't have any other options, so you might as well leave it to me."

Even if he fails, he doesn't believe the other party would bully a child. Even if they did, he wouldn't mind going to find Saionji Chizuru.

“Alright.” Store manager Saionji finally relented. “Then come with me to the music store.”

The group arrived at the music store, and Yoshida Naya followed curiously. According to her, even thieves wouldn't bother with it.

That makes perfect sense, and even the store manager of Saionji couldn't refute it.

The lobby inside the music store was the same room where they tried out the guitar last time.

The room was large, and Ito immediately spotted the recording studio, a thought secretly forming in his mind.

"Go to the recording studio; you can think quietly there."

"Need not."

As Ito uttered those words, Manager Saionji's hand, holding the pen and paper, froze in mid-air. "What do you mean?"

"The literal meaning." Ito snatched the pen and paper away, adding to prevent any misunderstanding, "I've already thought it through."

"Ha." Manager Saionji was genuinely amused. "You mean you came up with a song that fits the theme and satisfies me in just twenty minutes?"

"Yes."

"What a joke!" Saionji's tone turned stern. "I shouldn't have trusted you. With this attitude towards music, how could you possibly write any good works?"

"Did you think I'd go easy on you because of Chizuru? Don't even think about it. Looks like you really need some lessons in debt."

Alas, people always define genius with their own narrow perspective.

Unaffected by Saionji's questioning, Ito picked up a pen, sat down, and began writing down the score on a piece of paper.

The store manager, Saionji, watched the other party's actions with a cold eye.

The moment Ito heard Saionji make his request, images of that five-member band, two adults, and zero high school diplomas flashed through his mind.

There are factory girls, college students, unemployed people, and recent graduates preparing for exams. They bear multiple pressures from life, studies, and family, and vent their dissatisfaction in the lyrics. Every performance is a rebellion against fate.

That's right, it's "The Shout of the Girls Band".

The song he wanted to write was a rock song that conveyed a defiant attitude towards fate—

Bustling, Our City

The interlude before recording the sample song in Chapter 124

Rock music also carries a sense of loneliness and can express a rebellious attitude towards life, like giving the middle finger.