Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"This indicates that the deal has been reached."

After understanding the reason, Rin Iketani also wanted to reach out her hand.

But just as their hands were about to touch, an accident occurred.

Of course, one hand wasn't enough to subdue Mori.

She opened her mouth and bit Ito's hand on the web of his hand, and took advantage of the moment when Ito loosened his grip in pain to knock him to the ground.

Light streamed through the corridor window, illuminating Mori's pale purple hair. Ito's hand bore the marks of Mori's teeth and lingered suspicious liquid.

Ito felt inexplicably guilty when he saw Mori's glare at him. Just as he was about to explain, he heard the other speak.

"This also means that my deal with my senior has been completed."

Chapter 150 Those caught in the vortex will not notice the depths of the vortex.

Ito once saw someone say that a man's wounds are his badges.

However, the bite mark on his tiger's mouth caused by Mori's bite clearly cannot be categorized into this category.

Although the area was small, the tiger teeth on the stalk seemed unusually sharp, and given the considerable force used at the time, it was only afterwards that drops of blood were slowly flowing out.

After a night of cleaning up, the wound had scabbed over, but its prominent location served as a constant reminder of Ito's farce from the previous day.

Mori straddled him, surrounded by the guys from the film club.

"I've completely lost face as a senior student~" Fujikawa Kaze leaned against the wall, eating the breakfast that Ito had brought him.

I really want to forget, but this guy is just making trouble for no reason.

"If you don't want to eat breakfast, just say so. There's no need to beat around the bush like this."

Ito squatted down next to him, enjoying the brief respite before class.

"So, Ito, what are you really thinking?"

"what?"

Seeing that Ito clearly didn't realize the problem, Fujikawa shook his head and sighed, "You're really slow-witted."

"Looks like you're really full, you even have time to tease me now." Ito reached out, as if to snatch the rice ball from Fujikawa's hand.

Seeing this, Fujikawa disregarded his own palate's capacity and the subtleties of savoring the food.

He stuffed a whole rice ball into his mouth, but because he stuffed it in too quickly, the rice ball piled up in his mouth, and he couldn't close his mouth.

"Ugh~ Ugh~" Like a caveman returning to society, he made a dull sound like a gorilla.

One finger pointed to the water cup with cartoon stickers in Ito's hand, and the other pointed to himself.

"..."

Although I really didn't want to give it, if I let it go unchecked, judging from the way the other person's face turned red, they would probably die at any moment.

I still need the help of the president of this film club.

Fujikawa took the water glass that Ito handed him.

The water glass had already been opened, and knowing that Ito was a germaphobe, he poured the water into his mouth without touching the rim of the bottle.

The dryness caused by the rice ball was relieved, and a gentle flow of water moistened the mouth, finally escaping the predicament of death.

"Ah~ I'm alive." Fujikawa had a look of relief on his face.

Ito picked up the water glass with a look of disgust and put the cap back on completely. "So, what am I supposed to think about?"

"I've wanted to ask you this from the beginning: where did you get this water bottle? You're not the kind of guy who would spend money on something like this."

"This has nothing to do with my problem..." Ito was speechless.

He slightly raised the white water glass in his hand. "This was a gift from someone. It would be such a waste not to use it. Besides, since it's a water glass, I can't sell it."

"Is it a girl?" Fujikawa sensed the gossip in the air.

"Yes." Ito nodded frankly.

This isn't something to hide. Even if it was a gift from a girl, the daily breakfast and love letter would definitely be more attractive than this.

"Sigh—!" Fujikawa shook his head in disappointment. "That's why I had to ask, Ito, haven't you realized how serious this is?"

Seeing the other person's irritating, riddle-like posture, Ito raised his left hand, which had a band-aid on it.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Fujikawa took two steps back. "Don't do anything. That punch yesterday almost killed me. It felt like my great-grandmother, who had been gone for so long, was waving at me."

"So I'll go and keep her company for you."

"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Fujikawa threw up his hands.

"Speak," Ito said, but his clenched fist did not loosen.

Fujikawa glanced around cautiously, then, upon hearing footsteps approaching from afar, quickly pulled Ito aside and hid him in a corner.

"What?"

"Shh!" Fujikawa lowered his voice and pointed to several girls in the corridor, "Only if you hear it with your own eyes will you understand the seriousness of the matter."

Ito stared in confusion at the group of girls walking towards them from a distance. They were wearing school uniforms, their skirts had been specially shortened, and their hair had been carefully styled.

She was just an ordinary female student, but she belonged to a group of girls in the class who dressed rather flamboyantly and stood out from the crowd.

If there was anything special about Ito, it was the faces of those people that made him feel familiar.

They must be in the same grade and frequently encounter each other.

Knowing full well the trouble that getting along with this type of girl would bring, Ito usually keeps his distance.

So no matter how serious Fujikawa explained the situation, he didn't intend to linger.

Just as Ito was about to leave, he heard a familiar name.

--Asada Sakura. They did mention that name.

There was a subtle, thorny atmosphere.

Ito stopped walking away, his eyes narrowed, and he listened intently.

"Asada, she's so unsophisticated, how could she possibly compete with the others? Yet now she's always by Ito's side, isn't that just ridiculous?"

"That is to say, it's hard not to suspect that she might have resorted to some underhanded tactics. After all, I've also heard that she's doing a part-time job, but she won't reveal it no matter how much I ask."

"Part-time job? Could it be that kind of thing?" A girl made an exaggerated expression.

"I don't know, but someone saw her with a man even in the early hours of the morning, so it's possible..."

Although this guy said he didn't know, he had already assumed that Asada was the kind of person who did that kind of work.

"No wonder she seemed more confident since the beginning of this semester, so that's why."

Unrestrained laughter erupted.

...So this is the source of the problem that Fujikawa wanted him to realize was "very serious and needed to be dealt with urgently."

I don't know if this topic will be brought up in front of Asada, but considering Yoshida Na's attitude, the two of them probably don't know about it.

But the rumors spread behind people's backs and the words that ruin a girl's reputation still linger in the air, drifting into other people's conversations and leaving a lasting impression on their minds.

Eventually, it must have reached Asada's ears, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Even Fujikawa has realized it, so it won't be long before Asada does too.

While I was preoccupied with my own thoughts, Asada was caught in such a vortex.

Ito clenched his fists, feeling utterly incompetent as a manager.

He actually had an urge to go forward right now, but that obviously wouldn't solve anything.

Instead, it will only confirm the rumors and lead to further escalation, and may even result in more excessive retaliation from the other party.

The best approach is to thoroughly and deeply etch the image of Asada into the minds of others before this false accusation occurs.

It's best to avoid listening to these things. Just as Ito was about to leave, he heard the girls' excited voices again.

"Speaking of which, it seems that Ito has set his sights on a new target recently."

"Really?!"

Chapter 151 Unable to Level Up Alone

...Really?

Ito was unaware that he had already set his sights on his next target.

The system did not provide any targets for the next signing, and besides, simply assisting Asada had already exhausted almost all of his current energy.

Ito had no way to appear directly in front of them, so he could only continue eavesdropping.

"Who is that girl? Isn't Mori, a second-year student, already waiting for him at the school gate every day?"

"That's true, but he's Ito, you know..."

"That's true..."

Ito frowned, wondering what was going on with this sudden and harmonious consensus.

"So who's his next target?"

“Well…” The girl carefully looked around to make sure no one was there before continuing, “The student council president is Nagano Sae.”

“Huh?!”

There was another student council president named Nagano Sae.

No, that's not true at all.

Ito looked at Fujikawa behind him, who was grinning foolishly and looking at him innocently.

He could remain unfazed even after hearing the bombshell news that his friend was targeting his girlfriend.

Fujikawa, you bastard.

He desperately wanted to explain that a woman like Nagano Sae was someone he could never pursue in his lifetime.

"It's the student council president! Didn't Ito already reject him? Why is he doing it again now...?"