Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

The farce that erupted at the Niino family's house ended with Asada's furious headbutt, while the noble butterfly bass buyer was scheduled to inspect the goods at 6 PM tomorrow.

I have to participate in club activities tomorrow, mainly stage play rehearsals. The days of being a ghost member like before are gone forever.

As midnight approached, Takikawa, Asada, and Ito knelt together, each with their cell phone in front of them.

"Then let's begin now." Takikawa looked at the solemn expressions of the two people around him.

"Wait a minute, I'm not ready yet." Ito swiped her finger across the phone screen.

“You’ve been saying that ever since we finished eating.” Takikawa rolled his eyes. “I’ve been staying with you until 11 p.m. now. If we don’t start soon, I’m going to go to sleep.”

"No, don't rush." ​​Asada held her phone in her hands, clearly unprepared.

"No rush! How can I not rush? I'm just playing a minor role with less than ten lines in total." Takikawa was getting a little agitated. "Spending time dragging this out with you guys isn't my life... um..."

"Don't be angry..." Asada conjured a chocolate bar out of nowhere and stuffed it into Takikawa's open mouth. "You've worked so hard, you should replenish your energy first."

It seems that she wasn't just saying this to Takikawa, but rather to herself, or perhaps to Ito.

Because after she said that, she pulled out an already opened chocolate bar from behind her back.

Ito swore he had looked very carefully, but he really couldn't figure out where the other person had taken it from.

The blue Doraemon's four-dimensional pocket?

"Asada, it's getting late." Ito tried to persuade her to give up this behavior that would make her gain weight by using tactful words.

"Yes, it is indeed very late." Asada seemed not to understand, and bit into the chocolate bar, making a crisp "crunch" sound.

Chocolate crumbs scattered and landed on the floor.

"You two... know... it's late!" Takikawa said, his voice muffled and tinged with displeasure, a chocolate bar still in his mouth.

Finish your chocolate bar before you speak!

Although I really want to say that, it was because of him that people stayed so late.

On his way home, he explained to Ito that "I also want to be with you forever" was a line Mori was reading from the script.

I also showed her the video that Mori had sent, but I don't know if it sparked her competitive spirit or her ambition at work.

Suddenly, he said, "I also want to rehearse with you, tonight."

That very statement led to the current situation.

Only after experiencing it firsthand did Ito realize how difficult this profession is.

He didn't think much of it at first, believing that simply reciting the lines with emotion would be enough.

After all, he wasn't a professional, and he didn't expect to perform exceptionally well.

A multi-talented entertainer like Takikawa, who debuted as a child star, is always an exception, and Morigami's acting skills are also an exception.

Can......

Not everyone has such talent, and he didn't expect Asada to be able to perform at such a level.

Given her tendency to stutter (though she's much better now), Ito's ability to memorize her lines fluently during a stage play was a remarkable achievement.

But to my utter surprise, the problem lay with myself.

According to the script, he should express "love" when reading this line. Expressing "love" for money is easy, but expressing love for people...

That's putting people in a difficult position.

Although it was just a script, the idea of ​​him saying sweet nothings to Asada with a deeply affectionate expression was something he simply couldn't do.

Like Snorlax, it is indeed cute, making people want to touch it or hug it.

But if we're talking about liking someone, then yes, we like them. But to elevate it to "love" is asking too much.

It's not because I'm shy or embarrassed, it's just that I can't bring myself to say it.

Ito thought Asada felt the same way. He secretly glanced at her as she finished the last of the chocolate bars.

"I'm ready." Asada waved her small fist, her eyes resolute, filled with the courage of someone facing death.

"Are you sure?" Takikawa hesitated instead. "Should we eat some more?"

“No need, I’m already prepared.” Asada suddenly raised her voice and slammed her hand on the table. “Please give me a chance to perform.”

“Yes, Corporal Sakura!” Takikawa nodded solemnly and saluted Asada. “Then please begin your performance.”

"There's no need to be so hot-blooded," Ito thought, looking at the cocoa butter residue on the other person's clothes and the ankle peeking out from the hole in their socks.

The other person's knee suddenly changed direction, and the cocoa butter stain on the hem of her skirt brushed against Ito's trouser leg as she "charged".

"How have you become like this!" She leaned forward, pressing herself against his knees, and looked at Ito with resentful eyes. "Although I think you'll realize it sooner or later, and remember me sooner or later!"

Asada cupped Ito's face in her hands, "But I've waited far too long."

Ito's Adam's apple bobbed as he watched her nose almost collide with his.

His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to recite his own lines, but Asada suddenly pressed his forehead against his, forcing him to stop.

“There’s no chance now…” Her voice seeped from their foreheads, and the disappointment in her tone made Ito’s heart feel like it was being squeezed.

But then her eyes immediately took on a judgmental look, "The thought of keeping you alive, you bastard, to continue harming other girls, makes me want to take you with me."

"Then take me with you!"

"What are you talking about?" Asada pinched Ito's cheek. "How could you come with me? You absolutely cannot even think of that! Do you hear me?!"

Ito did not answer; he kept his mouth tightly shut.

Asada suddenly released his grip on his face, but just as he thought he was free, she pressed her forehead against his again.

Just as Ito was about to speak his lines again, he saw something slide down the corner of the other person's eye.

"tick"

The first tear fell on the hollow of Ito's collarbone, and then onto his collar.

Ito's pupils trembled violently, and the lines he was about to utter caught in his throat.

"I don't want to leave either..." Asada's voice choked with sobs as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, but the tears just wouldn't stop. "I want to stay with you forever."

"I want to be with you forever... forever..."

The repeated words were broken by the sobs.

Suddenly, Ito pulled Asada into his arms, letting her cry freely in his embrace.

According to the storyboard of Summer Aoi, Asada disappears after the lights go out and on again.

Ito gripped the other person's clothes even tighter.

But this was just a rehearsal, and there was no subsequent plot arrangement, so the two remained in an embrace for a long time.

Their private moment was interrupted by Takikawa's cough.

"You called me, a supporting actor, to rehearse, but then you performed a scene where I had no part?" Her tone was unfriendly. "Are you two using me as part of your flirting?"

Upon hearing Takikawa's words, Asada's ears instantly turned red. She hurriedly tried to get up, but...

"I-Ito..." she whispered, her voice tinged with shyness, "You're hugging me too tightly..."

Chapter 132 Those who steal fish and those who cheat cannot be forgiven.

Beyond imagination in acting skills, beyond imagination in behavior.

Compared to Mori, Asada's acting skills are somewhat lacking, but the emotions she conveys are unmatched by Mori.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold her so tightly, as if he were afraid she would really disappear.

Of course, neither Takigawa nor Asada believed his explanation, and Takigawa's disdain was written all over his face.

Although Asada kept saying, "I...I believe in Ito," her movements to avoid him were anything but hesitant; she clung tightly to Takikawa's arm.

Before the alarm clock went off at 7:30 in the morning, Ito was woken up early by the sounds coming from the living room.

He changed into his navy blue school uniform, pushed open the bedroom door, and the aroma of fried eggs wafted out.

Asada was wearing a light pink apron, and on the table were two bento boxes and two bowls of fried eggs and ham that were obviously freshly made.

She was putting the last side dish into the bento box.

The bento boxes I bought from the mall are the same style, just with different color schemes, so they look like a couple's set.

"Good morning."

Asada greeted Ito as he came out of the bedroom, then closed the two bento boxes and packed them in an insulated bag.

"Good morning."

Ito sat down at the table, and Asada kindly handed him chopsticks.

"Thank you." Ito took a sip of warm milk. "Why are you up so early today?"

"I feel bad about constantly troubling Shinno." Asada pushed the bag containing the bento box over.

"Also, if I have to trouble Chinatsu with breakfast, wouldn't that make me seem like a lazy girl?"

Ito paused in his sausage-eating motion. In the sunlight, he noticed a label with his name written in marker on it, along with a small cherry blossom sticker next to it, on the insulated bag Asada was pushing over.

"That has absolutely no relation to anything, doesn't Moriue think you're staying with the neighbors next door?"

Besides, making breakfast specifically for yourself would only lead to more misunderstandings, wouldn't it?

Asada first whispered, "I'm starting to eat," and then she began to enjoy the breakfast she had made.

"It's always better to eat breakfast at home, Ito, haven't you heard that?"

“I’ve never heard of that before.” Ito said, taking a bite of the sausage. “You made this up on the spot, didn’t you?”

Ito wanted to continue speaking, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Asada suddenly poke the fried egg with his chopsticks, splitting it in half, with bits of yolk still stuck to the tip of the chopsticks.

In the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains, she squinted at Ito, "Nobody's telling you that constantly nagging makes you seem really long-winded, sigh~"

He was clearly stating the facts, but he was labeled as verbose.

Furthermore, judging from the current situation, this child named Asada has become increasingly bold in his attitude towards me recently. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but it's just that I'm not used to it for the time being.

After all, the current situation allows him to better understand what the other person is thinking, without having to suppress his emotions.

He used chopsticks to put the fried egg into his mouth.