Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

His mouth was slightly open, his face filled with a serious expression that said, "What... what kind of divine melody is this?!"

Takikawa froze completely, then his light blue eyes turned resentful.

Since they had already made preparations, why didn't they inform her beforehand, causing her to worry?

As a professional, she grasped the essence of the song more keenly than the assistant director, which made her even more furious at Ito's "perverse sense of humor" of enjoying watching others worry about her.

What a despicable scumbag!

As for Asada, she knew from the beginning that Ito would never let her down.

Previously, they could produce "Our Streets" simply by associating themselves with two million butterfly basses, so this time it will be even more extraordinary.

Her body swayed slightly to the rhythm, as if she was going to jump up and shout "つっぱることが男の勲章だって!" in the next second.

Director Hasegawa... He was still wearing sunglasses, but his taut jawline, his slightly forward-leaning posture, and his hand gripping his phone with knuckles white from the force all betrayed his inner state at that moment.

The song, the melody, and especially those few lyrics that struck straight to the soul... were deeply imprinted in his mind the passionate, silly, and adorable world of the protagonists of "From Today, It's My Turn!!".

This is not a charade as one might imagine; it's simply... a stroke of genius!

It perfectly captures the feeling he wanted to create for "From Today, It's My Turn!!".

The reason he was in such a rush to release the theme song was because he wanted to find a piece of music that could perfectly represent the entire TV series.

And it sets a precedent for other music that appears in the show.

Director Hase slowly raised his head, took off his sunglasses, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Ito had completely changed.

"This..." Director Hase's voice was slightly hoarse, and his excitement was hard to hide. "What's the name of this song?"

“Men’s Medals,” Ito replied calmly.

“Men’s Medals…” Director Hase repeated to himself, then slowly nodded.

He suddenly stood up, reached out to Ito for the first time, and patted Ito's shoulder hard, so hard that Ito staggered. "Ito, you... are very good!"

He originally thought that the other party might have some talent, but it was far from meeting his desired effect, and he planned to accept the job if the quality was acceptable.

After that, they found another arranger to create a custom theme song.

But the "Men's Medals" that Ito presented far exceeded his expectations.

To be honest, she's no wonder she was able to kidnap that guy's daughter.

Thinking of this, his eyes revealed an expression of appreciation, like a father-in-law looking at his future son-in-law.

"What about the five million?" Ito had already guessed the result, but he still had to ask.

“Of course, no problem.” Director Hase was in a good mood and couldn’t help but show off to Asada’s father.

Asada was completely immersed in immense joy. She tugged at Ito's sleeve and cheered softly.

"Ito! Five million! We got five million! Aren't we rich now?!"

"What do you mean 'we'?" Ito subtly distanced himself from Asada. "This is the reward I earned for my work. Your share of five million will have to be earned by yourself."

"Huh?" Asada's smile froze on her face, her body seemingly frozen in place.

Chapter 185 The Responsibility of Guiding Adolescent Girls to Grow Up Correctly

The third day after returning to Tokyo from Zasen.

Ito had no time to verify or investigate the rumors about the cherry blossom trees at dusk.

After discussing the next steps, they took the nearest Shinkansen and left.

As for the rice that can be redeemed from the stamp collection, and the valuable mysterious little gifts, they are all fake.

This taught Ito a lesson: no matter how old or young, one should never easily trust women.

Zhang Wuji's mother was right!

The five million yen that Hase sent also ended up in Asada's pocket.

I simply don't understand why Director Hase treats Asada so well, preferring to fabricate the lie that "I thought Ms. Asada was the one in charge" rather than admit to his differential treatment.

How could a silly idol have the magic to command him?

The widening gap between the rich and the poor has led to a growing distance between their social statuses.

In the past, in that small apartment, Ito was at least a "little emperor" who had the final say and controlled the finances.

Now? Heh, the throne has changed hands, and the newly crowned "rich woman" Risa Asada is expanding her wallet at an astonishing rate.

Food is served to me, clothes are provided... well, I've never received this kind of treatment before.

That's still better than the current situation. Ito used to only know that men would start drinking, smoking, and womanizing after they got rich.

But now that they've discovered Asada has money, she's become even more outrageous.

Without giving Ito any time to react, the very next day after arriving home, she usurped Hayakawa Miki's leave of absence to go out and spend money with her.

Since it happened to be a weekend holiday, and considering that neither of them likes to go out and prefers to conserve energy by staying at home, they should have been seeing each other almost every few minutes.

As a result, Asada has become so distraught that she no longer even goes home.

The lack of response to his messages forced Ito to make a phone call to the other party during dinner.

Even so, all I received was a cold reply: "Don't wait for me for dinner."

Being busy is good, being busy is good, that's the only way Ito could console himself.

Ito is not someone who cannot live without Asada; he has his own life to live.

Welcome!

It's hard to believe that a student with millions of yen in savings would be working at a convenience store.

With his signature polite smile, he gives customers change.

The shop manager wouldn't let him off the hook.

The shop manager, who has a strange habit of requiring age verification, isn't going to let him off the hook.

According to him, "Without Ito-kun, there's no point in keeping my convenience store open!"

Ito hadn't had a chance to ask what the heartbreaking story or twisted reason was behind that weighty statement.

The store manager, like a "madam coercing a weak bar hostess," forcefully pushed her out to greet the new customers.

Since there was a salary involved, Ito accepted the other party's arrangement.

Because he wasn't sure exactly how much Asada would spend the five million yen.

“Revenge spending…I can understand…” Ito thought to himself as he mechanically added ingredients to the oden pan.

"Buy some top-quality snacks, stock up on some pretty lunch boxes, buy a few nice outfits, and some high-end cosmetics... Okay, that's barely acceptable."

"...At most...at most, I'll buy some more small jewelry!" He gritted his teeth and drew what he considered a "red line" for Asada's spending limit.

One million yen, that's the most I can offer.

If it exceeds this number... he'll have to seriously consider selling this promising, kind, and lively idol to a new buyer.

According to Nagano Sae's feedback, she is quite satisfied with this girlfriend. Asada's photo album contains more than one photo of them having afternoon tea alone together. I wonder if she would be interested in bidding for it.

Wait! Thinking of this, Ito stopped adding ingredients to the oden.

Now that Asada has money, will she quit her job at Nagano Sae's place...?

Asada probably wouldn't do something like that. After all, the task that Nagano Sae was assigned sounded a bit strange, but it involved not having to do any work and getting free meals and wages.

But then I thought about how I still hadn't received a reply after sending the message, and everything seemed to be about those two words.

Forget your roots!

He really had to punish that guy severely after he finished work tonight and got back.

As the other party's agent, helping them to turn over a new leaf is also his responsibility!

Tonight marks the launch of the "Idol Correction Project".

......

When Ito returned to his apartment, it was already very late. He had received a considerable sum of money from the shopkeeper.

Even wicked capitalists know to use this to retain their hardworking employees, but Asada hasn't shown any interest whatsoever.

We can never go back to the days of eating discounted bento boxes. Back then, Asada wasn't as guarded around herself as she is now, and she was quite naive in every way.

The moment Ito pushed open the apartment door, he was filled with the "correction plan" he had been working on all night and the "manager's authority."

If the room lights aren't on, there's no need to ask if the other person is practicing electric guitar.

Perhaps he didn't even go home...

He glanced down at his watch; it was one in the morning...

He's out partying so late; he might get taken to an izakaya, a host club, or even a host club in Edo.

All the words I wanted to say burst out like a balloon punctured by a needle.

It was completely replaced by a kind of panic, which was particularly strange to see in Ito.

But Ito was indeed afraid.

He wasn't afraid that Hayakawa or Asada would be snatched away by other boys; after all, with Hayakawa, that old fox, around, their personal safety was guaranteed.

What he feared was that Asada would be incited by that bastard Hayakawa to make unwise spending.

That image has involuntarily popped into my head.

"Asada will foot the bill for everything. We must become number one in the industry!"

Asada, still half-asleep, shouted at the crowd and then slammed the bank card containing all their savings onto the table.

"Open two more bottles of champagne!"

The revelry, the screaming, and the inexplicable jeering were all part of the festivities.

When you are in danger, Hayakawa is your only support, but when you are safe, she will be your greatest scourge.

Ito's trembling heartbeat was especially noticeable in the darkness. He almost held his breath as he fumbled for the living room light switch.

As expected, the living room was completely empty before he left, and any remaining hope vanished at that moment.