Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

This song perfectly met his requirements and could not possibly be categorized as a poorly made, kitschy song.

What you'll hear next is an unprecedentedly rapid switching of beats, fingers flying across the keyboard, and a powerful electric guitar.

As he wrote, Ito read the contents of the anime "Girls' Band Shout" in the conference room, humming the melody of "Our City".

His subtle movements were noticed by the store manager, Saionji, who pricked up his ears, wanting to hear carefully what he was humming.

"Manager, you're practically glued to him." Yoshida Nai looked speechlessly at her manager's rude behavior.

"Speaking of which, shop manager, didn't you not believe Ito could write a song? What's with this attitude now?"

Despite Yoshida Nai's ruthless exposure, Saionji, the store manager, remained outwardly cold. He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and looked away with disdain.

"What good music can be written so quickly?"

While that's a valid thought, I'm still very curious to know just how far Ito can go in writing it.

He was quite shocked after reading just the first few sentences.

It must have been a sheet music I had thought of beforehand that I could use; it definitely was. I'm sure I've never heard of a sheet music of this quality since.

Saionji stubbornly tried to find reasons for herself, attempting to suppress the ever-growing premonition.

"All right."

After writing the last word, Ito put down his pen.

"Let me see it first, let me see it first." Yoshida Nai, the conspicuous one, popped up.

She quickly grabbed the paper from the table, examined it for a long time, her brows furrowing more and more, and her lips pressed together.

Ito, who had initially been very confident about the song, couldn't help but feel a little nervous, not to mention Asada, who was still in a state of worry and fear.

After all, if she doesn't achieve her goal, she'll have to skip a lot of snacks, spend a lot of time practicing every day, and maybe even work two jobs a day.

"How is it?" Asada, still unable to hold back her anger, asked first.

“I think,” Yoshida Nai said, placing her hand on her cheek, “the lyrics are pretty good.”

"What about the lyrics?" Asada's anxiety didn't subside; instead, it intensified. She pressed on eagerly, "How about the melody, rhythm, arrangement...? Will it work?"

“Besides the lyrics…” Yoshida Nai paused, then spread her hands, looking embarrassed, “I don’t understand anything else either.”

"You don't understand it, yet you've been looking at it for so long." The shop manager, Saionji, was speechless. He strode forward and snatched the sheet music from Yoshida Nai's hands. "I'd like to see what kind of garbage you can write..."

The remaining harsh words stuck in his throat as his gaze moved across the sheet music.

Seeing the shock filling his eyes, which were hidden by his thick bangs, Ito knew that the matter was settled.

He got up from the chair and stretched his back, which ached from sitting for so long.

"How was it? Are you satisfied with the writing?" Yoshida Nai seemed to care more about the result than Ito and the others.

She crept up to the shop manager, standing on tiptoe to try and see the sheet music, like a curious squirrel.

The store manager, Saionji, did not answer Yoshida Nai; his eyes were fixed on the thin piece of white paper in his hand.

His eyes were filled with disbelief as he looked at Ito and then at the sheet music.

What kind of monster did I just encounter?!

"Manager, are you satisfied or not? Just say so." Yoshida Nai already knew the result from his reaction, but she just wanted to hear him praise Ito.

"Asada, think about what to eat tonight."

"what?"

As Asada looked back at Ito, Saionji, the store manager, had already grabbed Ito's shoulder, his long, thin hands bulging with veins, his eyes wide open.

"This...this really was written by you, in such a short time?"

"Actually, I didn't write it."

“Impossible, it was definitely you who wrote it. I saw you write it with my own eyes.” Manager Saionji pointed to the paper. “Besides, it’s impossible for you to find a song that matches my requirements in such a short time.”

"It sounds like you're happy with the song I wrote."

“Satisfied, indeed satisfied, but…” Manager Saionji’s tone suddenly changed, becoming captivating, “If we hadn’t heard the demo, we wouldn’t be entirely confident that we could convince them.”

Although I know Saionji is lying, how could someone in a band not even have this much musical literacy?

But... there's also a slight possibility that the winner of this band selection might actually be a "genius" rogue who relies solely on brute force and intuition and knows absolutely nothing about music theory?

"so......"

“So…” Saionji glanced at the time, “Please record the demo song in the remaining two hours.”

"Regarding this recording..." Ito immediately showed just the right amount of difficulty on his face.

"He's up to no good again." Asada knew what he was thinking just by looking at him like that. His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed his chin.

"What's wrong? Are you having trouble?"

"There are indeed difficulties. According to the original plan, I still have a part-time job to do later."

"How much is it? I'll give you the money." The manager of Saionji Store acted very generously.

“Not much.” Ito pondered for a moment, considering how much money to ask for.

But in Saionji's eyes, this posture was just the boy feeling embarrassed because of his pride.

Seeing this, he didn't bother to waste any more time and simply took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Itte, saying, "See if this is enough. If not, we'll talk about it later."

"Wait! That's not my salary!!" Yoshida Nai panicked the moment she saw the envelope the store manager took out.

She stepped forward to try and snatch the envelope, but Saionji and Ito were both at least 10cm taller than her.

Therefore, Saionji only needs to slightly raise his hand, and Yoshida Nai won't be able to take it away.

Similarly, Ito can easily take it by simply raising his hand.

"Manager!" Yoshida Nai's tone was anxious. Knowing her personality as a manager, she probably only had this one penny on her.

So if you haven't received it yet, you'll have to wait until next weekend when you work to settle the accounts.

What will she do about her extra expenses next week?

"Hi~!"

Although Yoshida Nai had said that her salary was very high, Ito thought it was at most the same as his hourly wage, which was already 40% higher than that of ordinary employees.

result......

Upon seeing the two 10,000 yen bills lying quietly inside the envelope, Ito couldn't help but gasp.

Asada also curiously went over, and when she saw the money in the envelope, she was equally shocked.

You can buy at least 20 limited-edition caramel puddings!

She looked at Yoshida Nai in disbelief, her eyes narrowed as if trying to see through her.

"Don't, don't look at me like that." Yoshida Nai awkwardly touched her face. "This is all because I worked hard and did my job well, and this is the reward I deserve."

Miss Zombie was right, but Ito still couldn't forget how she had taken a nap on the ground.

Furthermore, she seemed to have forgotten why she was allowed to be there in the first place.

It's simply because the performance hall is too quiet.

"So, are you satisfied with the compensation?"

“Satisfied.” Ito replied to Manager Saionji while scrutinizing Yoshida Nai with Asada.

It's so unfair that she got this job.

Chapter 125 Song Recording in Progress

Recording a song outside typically costs between 150,000 and 300,000 yen.

Actually, to save money, the best advice is for him to do it himself at home.

After all, the cost of producing one song is fixed, and it might be acceptable for the time being, but what about ten or a hundred songs?

Therefore, if you really want to become an independent musician, and your funds are not yet sufficient, it is best to do it at home.

Because while being economical, you can also add mixes according to your own ideas.

The person outside may be more skilled than you, but they can't achieve the results you want because they aren't putting their heart into it.

After the above analysis, Ito's choice remains the same: to find a recording studio.

There's no other way; he doesn't need to spend money to record songs, and he might even be able to make money from it.

In the future, we might spend popularity points to purchase and improve related abilities, but we don't have that idea at the moment.

Not only is it time-consuming and laborious, but judging from the results he has produced so far, there is indeed a certain gap between his work and that of professionals.

Previously, there were no channels available, so he had to figure things out on Cubace himself. Now that there are channels, if he still has to do it himself, then all his connections will have been for nothing.

"Asada, are you done practicing?"

The song "Bustling, Our City" is quite difficult to sing. Like the 17-year-old girl in the anime, it requires highly skilled vocal techniques.

However, after experiencing singing "So Annoying" and recently learning singing techniques from Takikawa.

According to his assessment, Asada's singing ability has now reached at least the C+ Great Perfection level, just one step away from attaining the B-level Dao Fruit.

Did you bring that?

"What?" Asada was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and weakly hummed in agreement.

"That's good." Ito nodded and turned his gaze to Manager Saionji. "We can begin."

After all, it's a legendary accessory that can boost your strength.

Musical instruments do not all need to be played by people; they can be accompanied by digital instruments on a computer according to the melody.

But Ito still hoped that Asada would not only sing, but also play the electric guitar, and that he would be responsible for one of the instruments.

Otherwise, they would have started recording long ago when they were at Xinye's house, so why would they have gone to such lengths to find musical instruments?

He chose the keyboard, and he goes to the light music club's activity room every noon this week to practice.

Perhaps he was truly talented, or perhaps mastering other instruments made it easier, but with Kurokawa Ori's occasional guidance, he successfully reached the "beginner level of electronic keyboard".

Only he knows how much hardship he endured along the way.