Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

While waiting for Takikawa's reply, Ito focused his attention outside the bedroom. There were no footsteps; Asada should still be on the sofa.

The sudden tension felt like a husband returning home after having an affair, facing his wife, especially one who was assertive.

Although it might sound strange to define Asada as assertive, Ito truly felt a pressure from her that was no less than that from Mori.

I wish Asada could perform like this when she sings.

Takikawa replied quickly, but the content of his reply was...

Takikawa: "Who are you?"

Pretending not to know her now? Ito doesn't have time to mess around with her.

It wasn't just Takikawa who participated in the rehearsal; Ito also went to look for Shinno and Miura.

They are both trustworthy.

But to Ito's surprise, the two guys' replies were remarkably similar.

Miura: "? Senior, we didn't rehearse."

Xinye: "I don't know, today's rehearsal has been canceled."

What do you mean? The two people's replies added another layer of mystery to an already unclear situation.

Before Ito could ask again, the phone vibrated and music started playing at the same time. It was "So Annoying," the version sung by Asada.

Ito almost dropped his phone. He answered the video call from Mori, his eyes sneaking glances toward the bedroom door.

Asada is not here.

"Senior, are you doing something bad?"

Because it was a video call, Mori was able to see Ito's guilty expression directly.

"No, that's not true. By the way, you're looking for..."

The word "find" stuck in his throat. Through the image displayed on his phone, he saw a child named Asada Sakura resting her head on his shoulder.

Chapter 171 Enthusiasm is not always a good thing

"Ito, why are you in such a hurry to get back to your room? So you're going to video chat with Chinatsu."

Stiffly turning his head, Ito met Asada's eyes, but he couldn't understand the emotions in Asada's eyes.

Ito had no idea when or how the other party had appeared there.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to that. If Asada knew that while she was working hard, he and Mori were on a date at a couples' drink shop, then the outcome was predictable.

He could perhaps cosplay as the ground meat stored in the refrigerator for making hamburger patties.

Ito swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, though perhaps not as quickly.

"Hello, Asada-senpai." Mori greeted her politely.

"Chika, why did you think of video calling Ito? Is there something you need?" Asada asked with a smile, making Ito's heart jump into his throat.

In order to return to his apartment, he made a deal with the devil.

In other words, he had to chat with Mori until he went to sleep in order to get Mori to obediently go home.

"Asada, is there something you need?" Ito tried to change the subject.

"I'm talking to Chinatsu." Asada simply put together a sentence with simple words, which was enough to shut Ito up.

“Yes, senior, it’s very impolite to interrupt someone.” Moriue seemed oblivious to the crisis Ito was in and even joined Asada in lecturing him.

Even through the screen, Ito could still feel the pressure from Mori, not to mention Asada, who was right next to him.

We absolutely must not let them have a word with us.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the bedroom door, drawing their attention.

Then, a languid figure leaned against the doorway, her open collar revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. The charming Ms. Hayakawa observed the scene inside the bedroom with a puzzled look.

"It's still very early." She glanced at her women's watch on her wrist. "If we have such an in-depth conversation so early, will you be able to sleep tonight?"

"Besides..." she said, placing a hand on her waist and beginning to lecture the two people in the room, "If you don't eat dinner, you won't have the energy to finish half of it."

"Little Sakura doesn't understand, but Little Yu, don't you understand?"

Although he was grateful for the other party's timely appearance, Ito was still somewhat speechless.

The other party's remarks, which have no bottom line, are full of ambiguity at all times.

"morning.......!"

The moment Mori's slightly excited voice came out of the phone, it was nipped in the bud by Ito, who held the reins of destiny.

"Who?" Hayakawa asked suspiciously, peering into the bedroom before his gaze settled on Ito. "Is someone hiding in your bedroom?"

"No." Ito's face was full of black lines.

At this point, I can only apologize to Mori for now.

That's right, he hung up the video call to prevent things from escalating further.

"Okay... then when you're done with your work, hurry up and come out to make dinner."

After saying that, Hayakawa left, seemingly only there to urge the meal to be served.

"A-Asada."

"Hmph~" Asada got up from the bed, slipped her feet into her slippers, and left Ito with only her back. "I'm going to cook."

The crisis is temporarily averted. Let's set Mori's messages to Do Not Disturb for now, and then explain by saying that my phone is out of battery.

Asada was busy in the kitchen all by herself, not allowing Ito to come near her at all.

“Ito, you must be very tired today. I hope I can help you with some of the burden.”

Using words like that, Ito could only sit sullenly in his chair and wait for the meal to be served.

Dinner was ready in no time.

Hamburger steak, served with homemade fried cod and dumplings.

"Sakura, I have to criticize you a bit today!" Hayakawa poked the hamburger patty with his chopsticks. "The hamburger patty isn't chopped finely enough, and there's no rice."

Perhaps feeling that she was being picky and a freeloader, she added, "But a gentle girl like Sakura is really not suited to do such rude things. It's all because Yu is so useless."

"If you don't like it, then don't eat it." Ito, feeling offended, responded on behalf of Asada.

"It's not that I don't like it," Hayakawa said, unusually hesitant. "It's just that Anna's sudden absence makes me feel a little uneasy."

After she said that, the dinner table fell into a brief silence.

"Hey, I was just packing my things next door, why are you acting like I've died?" Takikawa walked in from the door and sat down in his assigned spot.

"They're all pretty much the same..." Hayakawa said with a childlike sadness, "You'll be leaving soon."

"There's nothing we can do about it. They ended my vacation early, so it's a good thing, I guess." Takikawa casually picked up a fried dumpling with his chopsticks.

"But I can't live without you!"

Ito glanced at Hayakawa, who was putting on an act; in his opinion, Hayakawa was unwilling to give up free labor.

“I’m also very reluctant to leave this place…” Takikawa said calmly, “After all, I won’t have such delicious food when I go back.”

"Just thinking about eating those damn diet meals makes me..." Takikawa shivered and trembled slightly.

After saying that, she saw the cardboard box in the corner of the table, which contained the tiramisu that Ito had brought back.

"That is?"

"It was brought back by Ito," Asada said casually after glancing at it.

"I brought it back." It was compensation for bringing it back and giving it to Asada.

Ito didn't say the second half of his sentence, after all, he couldn't explain the word "compensation".

“No way…” Hayakawa’s eyes lit up when she saw the box, her gaze shifting back and forth between Ito and Takikawa. She drawled, “You didn’t buy this for Anna, did you?”

"I didn't realize you were so reluctant to see Anna leave."

Huh? Me? Am I reluctant to let Takikawa go?

If she doesn't go out to work, how will she get the money to pay herself back?

"Yes, yes," Ito answered, forcing a smile, after all, the gazes from Takikawa and Hayakawa were too oppressive.

At this moment, it would be quite inappropriate not to go along with them.

"Thank you," Takikawa said softly after giving Ito a deep look.

"No, no need."

Anyway, he didn't spend a single penny.

Dinner time ended quickly, and Ito went out again, since it was still early and the nearby dessert shops should still be open.

Although Asada didn't say it, he felt he should still buy one for the other person. After all, Ito thought it was too much to give away someone else's dessert that belonged to them.

I was lucky enough to buy the last strawberry mousse cake, which the staff told me was a limited edition.

Asada would probably love it; it's a dessert with strawberry elements.

He placed his hand on the apartment doorknob, and before he could exert any force, the door swung open inwards.

The door wasn't closed?

He slowly walked into the room and saw three people sitting around a table with the tiramisu on it.

It must be admitted that it is a very pleasing and beautiful sight.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you eating? Don't you have enough forks? The forks are in the cupboard."

None of the three answered, especially Hayakawa, whose expression was particularly grave.

As Ito approached, a photograph was placed next to the exquisite tiramisu.

A surprise secretly delivered by the shop assistant: a candid shot of Mori feeding Ito fries, and the same dessert happened to be on the table of the two in the photo.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Eh~"