Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the door, and the assistant director also got up and followed.

Director Hase's departure seemed to unlock their inhibitions, making the atmosphere at the dinner table more relaxed.

Takikawa frowned slightly, seemingly starting to recall Asada's previous performance clips. After the director's prompting, it seemed... indeed extraordinary.

Sitting opposite her, Ito felt the same way; as someone who had experienced it firsthand, his understanding was even deeper.

Seeing that Asada still didn't understand the situation, he kept thinking about what Director Hase had said.

Perhaps I really misunderstood.

"I-Ito," Asada timidly began, facing Ito who had been staring at her, "Are you full?"

.......

Director Hase and his assistant director stood in the courtyard corridor, looking at the artificial hill in the middle and the pond reflecting the moon.

"Director, do you really think Ms. Asada is capable of this role?" The assistant director asked, after a moment's hesitation.

"Of course not, but at least I can sing it completely. I don't care how well I sing it."

"Then why are you still..." The assistant director's expression of confusion deepened.

“Her mother and I were old acquaintances.”

After leaving those words, Director Hase walked towards his room.

Chapter 182 The Inevitable Events That Will Happen at the Accommodation

Whether you agree or refuse, you have to wait until 10 a.m. tomorrow, which is the deadline that Director Hasegawa gave to that tourist.

Ito and Asada were assigned to two different rooms.

Asada's room door was gently closed. Her small face was tense, and her eyes were vacant.

I don't know if I'm still recovering from the double shock of "a windfall" and the "idiot theory," or if I just ate too much and am feeling a bit dizzy.

Only after watching the other person disappear behind the door did Ito return to his own room.

Typical Japanese decor. A clean tatami floor with a low table in the center.

A ceramic vase with simple flower branches sits in the corner, a landscape painting hangs in the niche, and two neatly folded plain-colored bathrobes are placed next to the bed.

After Director Hase left, his words kept echoing in his mind.

The proposal was very attractive to him, but it also carried huge risks.

Asada's progress is undeniable, but there's still a huge gap between her and perfectly mastering the theme song for a nationally popular drama series.

It sounded reasonable, but no matter how Ito looked at Asada, he couldn't see any ability in her to do the job.

Most importantly, the original theme song was sung by a male vocalist, which will increase the difficulty even further.

He let out a breath and decided to take a shower first to relax his tense mind.

After leaving the bathroom, he changed into a yukata, sat cross-legged at a low table, took out his phone, and tried to contact Shinno to find out which guy Director Hase had originally given the theme song to.

If it weren't for Takikawa's attitude towards him, Shinno wouldn't have had to go through all that trouble.

He strongly suspected that the other party was actually trying to evade the fact that he owed money through passive-aggressive behavior.

He plans to return to Tokyo tomorrow after discussing the collaboration with director Hase.

If Takikawa hadn't made any move before that, he wouldn't have cared about their friendship anymore.

His fingers swiped rapidly across the screen, his brow furrowed.

He's been busy all day, so he seems to have overlooked someone.

Mori kept bombarding him with text messages, each one subtly implying that Ito was a heartless and ungrateful person.

Mori: "Why isn't my senior at school today... Is he sick? (sad.JPG)"

Mori: "What?! Asada-senpai took leave too?! What did you guys go doing?!"

Mori: "I know you're busy dating Asada right now, but you can't... forget about me, right?"

Mori: "Okay, I'm used to my senior not replying to my reads anyway. Besides, I'm not the only girl around him..."

The latest message, just a few minutes ago: "Senior! You haven't replied to me yet! Are you and Asada-senpai in a place without signal, so..."

"Isn't this a bit too early? I'm the senior's girlfriend, I should go first!"

This guy... Ito pinched his brow; it was clear that the situation where he read someone's message but they didn't reply was rare.

After all, people usually get straight to the point and don't have the habit of scrolling through messages that cover the entire screen.

As for Mori's claim about sneaking off in a place without information, since the other party has already come up with an excuse, Ito has reason to pretend not to see it.

The idea of ​​trying to understand the other person as much as possible and treating them differently than before had long been forgotten by Ito.

Just as he sent the message to Xinye, he heard light footsteps outside the door, which stopped in front of his room.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Three soft but clear knocks on the door.

Ito paused, somewhat surprised. At this hour, could it be a waiter? Or was he looking for Director Hase next door and had mistakenly entered the wrong room?

That's right, Ito's next door is Director Hase, I heard it's because the only available seat was next to his.

As for Asada's room, it was next to Takikawa's.

Although the sudden knocking was strange, Ito put down her phone, got up, and opened the sliding door.

“Takikawa?” Ito looked at Takikawa, who was dressed in an exquisite kimono yukata, with a strange expression.

She had clearly taken great care of herself; her yukata was different from the ones that came with the room, like the one from Ito's room—it was made of fine silk and printed with patterns.

"Director Hase is next door, you've got the wrong person." With that, Ito prepared to close the door.

Even if he really wanted to talk to her about money, the thought of a popular female celebrity having a late-night rendezvous with an unknown ordinary person...

If this is filmed by someone with ulterior motives, the person is very likely to have their first scandal.

You can choose not to repay the money and still have a scandalous publicity; it's impossible for the other party to have all the good things happen to them.

"Ito, you haven't rested yet, have you?" Takikawa's voice was very gentle, with a deliberate sense of intimacy.

Her hair was loosely tied up, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck, adding a touch of languid charm.

"Are you sick? Or..." Ito peeked out, trying to find the person hiding in the corner, "are you playing Truth or Dare?"

Otherwise, he couldn't have imagined why the other party would come to his door alone in the middle of the night, and Takikawa seemed to be acting strangely.

"Let me in." Takikawa tried to keep his tone unchanged, his hand hidden in his sleeve clenched into a fist.

"No way." Ito refused outright. "You can go into your own room."

Takikawa's face instantly turned cold. Ignoring Ito's attempts to stop him, he shoved Ito's shoulder aside and walked inside.

She knelt gracefully opposite the low table, as if this were her room.

"The yukata provided in the room is really comfortable, Ito, what do you think?" She tried to start the conversation with a lighthearted topic.

It's very strange.

Ito remained vigilant, as the other person was indeed the Takikawa he remembered, especially since his left shoulder, which had been injured by Takikawa, was still throbbing.

"What exactly do you want?" Ito didn't sit down, but just stood by the door.

He couldn't be naive if the other party didn't care about the rumors that would circulate.

It's easy to imagine what it would be like when his rumored affair with Takikawa was publicized and seen by others.

Putting aside anything else, just the fact that Mori saw him was something he couldn't bear.

That would confirm Mori's defamatory remarks about Ito.

Thinking of this, Ito became even more wary of Takikawa; sure enough, this guy had no good intentions.

Takikawa's smile froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Ito to be so direct and disrespectful.

She took a deep breath and put on a smile again: "It's about the director's suggestion today... Ito, are you really going to refuse?"

"According to Director Hase, I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Let's start with Asada; that woman is indeed incredibly cunning.

“So…” Ito interrupted her, taking a step forward, “Aren’t you worried that Asada will mess things up?”

"Ito, how could you think like that!" Takikawa glanced at him. "Asada... she shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"After all, it was the director who made the decision. It doesn't matter if it's messed up, especially since you're here."

She suddenly looked up at Ito, "You'll always be with Asada, right!"

The sudden display of such mushy talk gave Ito goosebumps.

But Ito nodded slightly. "And then? You came here just to tell me all this?"

"Don't you have anything else to say? Besides, if it's about this, you should know that the person you should be persuading the most is Asada."

“Indeed.” Takikawa nodded knowingly. “After all, whatever decision Asada makes, you will support her.”

"Stop," Ito couldn't listen anymore, "You've been saying strange things from the very beginning!"

"What do you mean by saying that I will support any decision Asada makes?"

Ito obviously cannot admit to such unfounded accusations; based on their cooperative relationship, he did indeed show extra leniency towards Asada.

But to agree to anything? That's just too much.

For example, when the other person asked for pocket money to buy snacks, Ito refused.

Ito slowly approached Takikawa, wanting to see what the other was thinking.

A mysterious arrival, mysterious words, a mysterious disguise?

There was a hint of inferiority in his voice, and Ito almost suspected that this guy had been possessed by a monster from the countryside.

The door to the room had already been closed when Ito first stepped forward.

"You...you..." Takikawa was forced to lean back slightly, "What do you want to do?"

After leaning back to a certain angle, she stopped retreating and showed no intention of running away. She simply closed her eyes, seemingly waiting.