Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Ito was about to retort when the door suddenly opened, interrupting him. Aoi, still standing outside, excitedly shouted into the activity room, "Who? Who's shy?"

Inari was still snapping her fingers, facing Ito, and she quickly stepped forward.

"Ito, are you shy?" Natsumi suddenly frowned. "This won't do! If you're shy just because you dragged Takikawa away, then what about the ambiguous things that happen later?"

"That won't do, Ito!" Her expression turned serious. "You have to remember your persona as a scumbag. Even if a girl takes off her clothes or runs naked in front of you, you absolutely won't back down!"

Ito's lips twitched slightly. What kind of strange and specific explanation was this? How could he possibly have experienced something so outrageous?

“Although Aoi’s statement is bold, if you’re shy even about holding hands, then Ito, you’re really lame~” Yoshida Nai chimed in.

"You better be a quiet spectator."

Once you've chosen the combination you want to observe, don't waver.

"That's all because of you, Ito," Yoshida Nai complained, waving her hand dismissively. "It made it impossible for the others to rehearse."

Putting aside the fact that he only said a few words, it was clearly because everyone fell silent after hearing Yingyingli's speech.

How can you blame him for this?

Moreover, even though the subtle distance between him and Takikawa was caused by both of them, everyone's criticism was now precisely directed at him alone.

"So it turns out Ito-senpai can be shy too?" Mori suddenly walked over. "Do you need me to give you some special training in this area?"

Although he was smiling, his slightly raised tone carried a subtle, almost imperceptible threat.

"Stop fooling around." Ito just wanted to end this farce as soon as possible and get the rehearsal back on track. His tone was a little tired. "I'm not shy."

"What is that?" Mori seemed very interested in the answer. She tilted her head back, her violet eyes filled with an intense, unavoidable curiosity, and locked onto Ito's gaze.

"If the senior isn't shy, then why is there such a distance between him and Takikawa-senpai?"

Her gaze swept meaningfully across the gap between the two.

"It wasn't like this at all when they were performing that little theater scene?"

The incident from history class was brought up again, and he shouldn't have acted so impulsively.

“That’s right, Ito-senpai,” Eriri immediately chimed in, her little face full of confusion. “When Takikawa-senpai bandaged your wound this morning, you didn’t show any shyness or awkward distance, even though it was such an intimate gesture.”

I really want to expose everything about how Takikawa deliberately pinched his arm hard while bandaging him as revenge.

Ito could almost feel the lingering pain in his arm.

But that's obviously impossible. Not only would it exacerbate the conflict between him and Takikawa, but if he continued to be asked questions like, "Why did Takikawa pinch him?" he might as well just keep quiet.

"Where's Fujikawa?" Ito quickly changed the subject, turning her gaze to Natsumi. "Wasn't he with you? What did you do to him?"

Although such a method was very crude, he genuinely didn't know how to answer, since it involved Takikawa, which significantly increased the difficulty.

"Sigh~" Xia Rikui let out an exaggerated long sigh, put her hands on her hips, and stared at Ito with a look that said, "I saw right through you." "Using Fujikawa as an excuse, Ito, your intentions are so obvious..."

"If you don't want to answer, just say so. No need to beat around the bush." ​​Xia Rikui shook her head, then put on an unusually "understanding" expression and waved her hand.

But Ito sensed something strange about it, and Miura and others familiar with Natsumi also noticed the problem.

"What exactly did you do to Fujikawa?" Ito asked warily.

"Is the president still alive?" Yingyingli was rather pessimistic.

"Has President Fujikawa designated a successor?" It's clear that Miura is a very responsible guy.

"The president borrowed money from me, and he hasn't paid me back yet." Takahashi extended his hand to Natsumi with a blank expression.

It was obvious that everyone had assumed that Fujikawa had met with misfortune, and that the murderer was none other than Natsumi, who was standing right in front of them.

"Get out of here, all of you. He went to the dance studio next door to borrow someone to teach you." She said with a gloomy face.

If the dance studio lends out people, doesn't that mean...?

"I'm still a little worried since he hasn't come back for so long," Ito said as he walked towards the door. "I'll go check on him."

"Senior, where are you going?"

Mori's nonchalant tone immediately shattered Ito's attempt to escape.

Turning back to Mori's smiling, angelic expression, Ito looked worried. "I'm afraid he'll get too caught up in it. Forget about getting people over here; he might even get accused of sexual harassment by the dance club."

After all, Huang Mao still has a good reputation.

“Senior, you won’t be able to solve any problems by going there.” Mori paused for a moment. “Whether it’s over there or here.”

Mori's words forced Ito to face reality, and he secretly glanced at Takikawa.

At this moment, the other person's gaze was fixed on the window, as if everything happening here had nothing to do with her.

Soft light shone on her, her chestnut hair cascading down to her waist, the pink highlights at the ends matching the color of her school uniform.

A face that seems to exist only in comics, with clear, watery blue eyes.

It's perfectly normal to feel shy after taking Takikawa's hand in front of someone like that.

"Mm." Ito nodded softly.

"What?" The others didn't understand his reaction.

Ito's nails dug into her skin unconsciously, "Because Takikawa... she's really beautiful."

He paused here, as if what he was about to say was embarrassing, "So I really felt ashamed."

Chapter 144 Supermodels are always suppressed by others.

Of course, that's not the case; shyness simply doesn't exist for Ito.

He uttered this shameful statement merely to satisfy their morbid desires; it had nothing to do with him personally.

Yujin Ito had absolutely no interest in Anna Takikawa.

No!

But everyone's reactions are a bit too exaggerated...

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and no one said a word.

“There’s nothing wrong with that statement, is there?” Ito tried to downplay the impact of the statement. “Takikawa is very beautiful, that’s a fact. Besides, I’m a guy too, and it’s inevitable to feel shy when I’m in close contact with a girl.”

Although it was just a repetition, this time there was no discomfort.

It was as if this was the eternal truth of the universe.

Summer Sunflower looked at Ito with a complicated expression, her fingertips playing with her hair.

"No, that's not right at all. Ito, you don't need to say that. Just tell me what's really on your mind! Stop suppressing the beast that's sleeping inside you."

What is this guy talking about? Did she want to do it herself?

"That kind of thing simply doesn't exist. That's my honest opinion. If you insist on adding any strange settings to my story, I won't bother arguing."

"Is it really okay to accept any weird setting? Even becoming Takikawa-kun's most loyal loser is acceptable?"

Summer Sunflower's eyes instantly lit up with an astonishing light, like a shark that had smelled blood.

"Becoming Takikawa's loser—doesn't that basically admit that I like Takikawa? The most basic logic is that boys feel shy when they have close contact with pretty girls, not that it's a specific person."

"Takikawa and I just happen to meet this prerequisite. Besides, even if I feel shy because I like him, it's impossible for me to become a loser."

Xia Rikui and the others looked up at Ito, their eyes and expressions all different.

“Oh... Ito, you’re really wicked~” Natsumi’s tone was drawn out, “Are you indirectly expressing your dominant position in the relationship? You really are something else.”

"Senior is so mean." Even Inori, who originally just wanted to correct their mistakes, started to condemn them.

"Give me a moment to reflect..." Asada, who hadn't spoken before, started stammering.

The girls in the activity room all praised Ito. But why was Asada blaming himself?

“So… according to Ito-senpai,” Mori moved closer and suddenly took Ito’s hand, “you’ll feel shy whenever there’s a pretty girl?”

I almost forgot about the most troublesome guy.

Ito nodded reluctantly, mumbling "yes" as Mori gripped his hand even tighter.

"Then I'll verify whether Ito-senpai is lying."

She leaned almost half her body against Ito, ostensibly to explore the truth, but in reality to punish him.

The others remained silent, seemingly tacitly approving of Mori's actions. Even though Ito wanted to refuse, he considered his and Mori's current status.

Although the identities of this (fake) couple were only known to a few people in the activity room.

But it left him in a difficult position.

"Hey~ Senior, this is strange!" Mori looked up at Ito with a puzzled look in his eyes, seeking help.

"What's weird?"

Although I really want to say that you are the strangest one, Ito still has to play his current role well.

"Didn't you say that you would feel shy when you have close contact with pretty girls?" Mori said, his breath tickling Ito's neck. "But I don't see any shyness in you right now."

"So it's because I'm not good-looking, or..." Mori's tone suddenly became ambiguous, a sly glint in her eyes, "Do you think that I'm not close enough with you yet, and that we should take it a step further?"

"this......."

Choosing either one wouldn't be the right answer; the option that it doesn't look good is clearly a trap.

If I were to say that against my conscience, Mori would use it to make fun of me for a long time afterward.

As for the other option, that's even less likely to be chosen.

The other party's behavior was as bold as his words, making it impossible for her to find a suitable opportunity.

Mori was now leaning half her body against him, and their hands were tightly clasped together; Ito's arm could even be seen through the fabric...

If we go further...

He's probably going to go from being shy to feeling ashamed.

"Chika, stop fooling around." Asada finally couldn't stand it anymore. She stepped forward, separated the two of them, and put them at a safe distance.

"Even if Ito isn't that kind of guy, he'd still be tempted if you got this close!" Asada shouted with her eyes tightly closed. "Besides, Ito is the kind of guy who doesn't refuse anyone. You're probably going to hurt yourself by acting like this."

Just as Ito selectively ignored the second half of the sentence and gave a thumbs-up to his thoughtful partner, Asada suddenly grasped Ito's hand as well.

“So…” Asada lowered his head, his voice low, “let me do it.”