Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Asada's gaze first fell on Ito, with a hint of smugness and a touch of provocation, before immediately turning to Mori-gami Chinatsu beside him.

When she saw Morishi's carefully dressed and well-behaved appearance and the bouquet of lilies in her arms, Asada's smile froze for a moment, and a hint of wariness and displeasure flashed quickly in her eyes.

Grandma Yuriko's gaze also bypassed Ito and landed directly on Mori.

The old man's eyes, which had seen the world, held a gentle inquiry, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened slightly.

"Grandma, I've come to see you." Ito composed herself and entered the ward.

He stepped aside to let Morigami pass behind him. "And this is...?"

"Hello, Grandma!" Mori stepped forward immediately, her voice clear and sweet, carrying just the right amount of respect and a hint of intimacy. "I am Mori Chika, I am Ito-senpai's... junior. I apologize for coming to visit, I hope I have not disturbed your rest."

She bowed slightly and presented the bouquet of lilies in her arms with both hands, saying, "This is a small token of my appreciation."

"Oh, what beautiful flowers! Thank you, Mori-gami." Yuriko Minamoto smiled as she took the bouquet, sniffed it gently, glanced at Mori-gami, then at Asada, whose expression was somewhat stiff, before finally looking meaningfully at Ito.

"Yujin, a friend is coming to visit me, why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"I only found out at the last minute that Mori-kami wanted to come see you," Ito explained, noticing that the air in the ward seemed heavier than outside.

"Grandma, Mori-sho is very concerned about you. She specially chose such a beautiful flower." Asada Sakura put down the apple she had peeled so badly, her face regained its smile, and her tone sounded very sincere, but she deliberately emphasized the words "junior".

She stood up and naturally took the bouquet from Yuriko's hand. "Let me help you arrange them. Where's the vase?"

“It’s on that table over there,” Yuriko pointed.

Asada immediately took the bouquet and got busy.

"Mori-kun, right? Please sit down, don't stand." Yuriko warmly invited Mori-kun to sit on another chair by the bed. "Thank you for taking care of Hisahito at school."

“That’s not how it is, Grandma.” Mori sat down obediently, placing her hands on her knees with proper posture. “Actually, it’s Ito-senpai who takes good care of us juniors at school. He has good grades and is a very steady person, so everyone trusts him.”

Her voice was gentle and soft, and her gaze toward Ito held just the right amount of admiration.

Ito stood to the side, feeling like a superfluous decoration.

He was just about to say something.

“Yes, yes,” Asada, who had just finished arranging the flowers, immediately chimed in, sitting down beside Yuriko Minamoto’s bed and affectionately taking the old woman’s arm. “Ito is amazing. Although he usually seems cold, he’s actually very reliable. Last time I bombed my exam, he offered to tutor me, right, Ito?”

As she spoke, she winked at Ito with a bright smile.

Yuriko looked at Asada, then at Mori, her smile widening: "Oh? Hisahito actually tutors people? That's quite something."

She looked at her grandson meaningfully.

"It's just... I couldn't stand it," Ito replied, forcing a smile.

“Grandma, you don’t know, Ito-senpai is actually very gentle and considerate.” Mori immediately chimed in, her violet eyes sparkling. “He doesn’t talk much, but he always quietly cares about the people around him. Like today, he knew I was coming to see you, and he even accompanied me to choose flowers.”

As she spoke, she lowered her head slightly, a blush of shyness appearing on her face.

“Yes, Ito is indeed very ‘enthusiastic’.” Asada smiled, but there was a hint of sourness in her tone. “He is especially ‘caring’ towards the junior girls, even spending his weekends with them.”

"Asada-senpai, you flatter me." Mori looked up, her smile sweet and flawless. "Senpai is just very responsible. Like you, senpai, you were so upset about failing your exam yesterday, didn't senpai immediately comfort you and even offer to tutor you? Senpai is always so helpful to students who need assistance."

She cleverly steered Asada's "care" back into the realm of "mutual assistance among classmates," while also pointing out the fact that Asada had "failed the exam."

Asada's smile faltered slightly: "Heh...yes, Ito is indeed very enthusiastic towards his 'classmate'."

She emphasized the word "classmate".

Yuriko watched the two girls go back and forth with great interest, as if watching a wonderful silent play.

She cleared her throat and finally turned her gaze to Ito, who had been left out and trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible: "Yujin."

“Yes, Grandma,” Ito replied immediately, feeling a chill run down her spine.

"It seems you're quite popular at school," Yuriko said slowly, her eyes sweeping over the two pretty girls sitting on either side of her bed. "One of them came to see this old woman early in the morning and even peeled an apple for me."

So that bumpy apple was peeled by Asada? She really is... skillful.

She patted Asada's hand.

Asada smiled sheepishly.

“And the other one,” Yuriko Minamoto looked at Mori, “dressed up so beautifully, chose such lovely flowers to see me, and had such a sweet tongue.”

Mori responded with a sweet smile.

“However…” Yuriko’s tone shifted, her smile fading and her expression turning serious. “Yujin, Grandma has to ask you something.”

Ito's heart leaped into his throat: "Please ask."

"These two... cute girls, what's their relationship with you..." Yuriko's gaze swept between Asada and Mori, "especially Mori, who just called me 'Ito-senpai'... that doesn't sound like a typical junior."

Her sharp gaze seemed to pierce through people's hearts.

The ward fell silent instantly. Asada and Mori simultaneously stopped their verbal exchange, their gazes fixed on Ito, their eyes filled with expectation, scrutiny, and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

The pressure descended as if it were a tangible reality.

Ito felt as if sweat was about to break out on his forehead.

He opened his mouth, only to find that explaining any relationship at this moment seemed pale, powerless, and dangerous.

“Grandma…” he began with difficulty.

"Grandma," Asada suddenly spoke, interrupting Ito, her face filled with grievance and accusation, "Actually, there's something I want to tell you. Ito... he's bullying people!"

"Hmm?" Yuriko raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Grandma.” Mori also chimed in immediately, his voice carrying a perfectly measured hint of sadness, “My senior… can be really troublesome sometimes.”

Ito stared at the two of them in astonishment. Just a moment ago, the two had been competing with each other, but now they seemed to have formed some kind of united front.

Asada immediately began her accusation, "Ito always makes excuses..."

Mori nodded and added, "He still hasn't replied to my messages! I asked him about something very important, but he saw the messages and didn't reply!"

As she spoke, she slightly pouted.

Asada seemed to find a resonance: "Actually, none of that matters, but yesterday he clearly said he wanted to eat a strawberry parfait, but then he said, 'If you want to control your weight, don't eat it,' and deliberately said, 'Never mind then,' and turned around and left."

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, as if she had truly suffered a tremendous injustice.

"My senior treated me the same way." Mori immediately expressed that he "felt the same way." "Last time after rehearsal, I was so hungry and wanted him to have something to eat with me, but he also had that 'whatever, I don't care' attitude, which made me angry but there was nothing I could do about it."

The two of them went back and forth, listing Ito's "crimes" one by one: "cold attitude," "annoying words," "inconsiderate," "always causing trouble," "not knowing how to take care of himself," "always wanting to shoulder all the trouble alone"...

They almost portrayed him as an utterly wicked bastard with zero emotional intelligence.

As Yuriko listened, her expression gradually changed from initial surprise to understanding, and finally to a helpless mix of exasperation and amusement.

She looked at her grandson, who was being "besieged" by two girls, appearing particularly isolated, helpless, and somewhat disheveled, and sighed softly.

Ito couldn't get a word in edgewise and could only stand there, enduring the judgmental gazes of her grandmother and the two girls.

He had never felt time pass so slowly and unbearably.

"Alright, alright," Yuriko finally raised her hand, stopping the two girls' "complaint session." She looked at Ito, her tone carrying an undeniable authority, "Hisahito, did you hear everything?"

Ito nodded resignedly: "...I heard you."

“Grandma is getting old and her health isn’t very good.” Yuriko’s voice softened, tinged with weariness and worry. “You’re the one I worry about the most. You live alone and you’re so introverted, keeping everything bottled up inside. Seeing that Sakura and Komori care about you like this makes Grandma really happy.”

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Asada and Mori, who immediately sat up straight, their expressions becoming serious.

“But,” Yuriko’s tone turned serious again, “as a boy, you need to be responsible and know how to be considerate and caring towards those who care about you. You can’t always act on your whims, making girls sad and worried, and then they come to me, an old woman, to complain. What kind of behavior is that?”

Asada and Mori nodded in unison, looking at Ito with deep agreement.

“Today, in front of Grandma, and in front of Sakura and Komori,” Yuriko Minamoto stared into Ito’s eyes, “you have to give Grandma a promise.”

"Promise what?" Ito felt like he was being pushed to the edge of a cliff.

"I promise I won't do it again," Asada blurted out.

"I promise to reply to every single one of my messages," Mori immediately added.

Yuriko nodded: "They're right. Yuujin, you promise: First, you'll eat on time, rest well, and take good care of your health. Second, at school, be kind and gentle to your friends and classmates who care about you; don't always have a cold face. Be proactive in helping others when needed, and keep your promises. Third..."

She gave Asada and Mori a meaningful look, "...You must learn to cherish other people's feelings and not let their concern go to waste. Can you do that?"

This is such a broad range… Ito thought to himself with a wry smile. But under his grandmother’s earnest gaze, and the two burning, “expectant” eyes beside him, he had no choice.

“...Yes.” Ito’s voice was a little dry, but his tone was still firm.

"Speak louder! Grandma's hearing isn't good!" Yuriko said deliberately.

"Yes. I promise." Ito raised his voice, as if those three words had almost exhausted all his strength at that moment.

"Hmm, that's more like it." Yuriko finally smiled with satisfaction, patted Ito's arm, and then turned to Asada and Mori, "You two, keep an eye on him for Grandma from now on. If this kid misbehaves again, just tell me and Grandma will teach him a lesson."

“Okay, Grandma, don’t worry.” Asada answered immediately and loudly, a victorious smile on her face.

“Yes, Grandma. I will definitely keep a close eye on my senior.” Mori replied obediently, a sly glint in his violet eyes.

The stagnant air in the ward seemed to finally start flowing again, but Ito, standing in the middle, felt as if he had just signed a "contract of servitude" that was heavier than any "unequal treaty" before.

Looking at the three people in front of him who had reached a subtle consensus, he felt an unprecedented sense of being completely "controlled".

Chapter 195 The Great Exam Adventure

At the entrance of the student council office at Hibiya High School, two furtive heads were stacked together.

"Is it really okay to eavesdrop like this?" Asada Sakura, who was sitting below, was a little uneasy.

"Asada, don't you want your grades to surpass Ito's?!" Yoshida Nai covered her ears with her hands. "Don't you want to be one step ahead of him?"

Their heads were pressed tightly against the wooden door, their ears twitching as they listened to the rustling sounds coming from inside.

Then footsteps came from inside; someone was about to come out.

They seemed to have practiced so many times that they were incredibly skilled; they quickly hid around the corner and secretly observed what was happening there.

"But I still feel that secretly altering exam papers is going too far." Kind-hearted Asada still felt uneasy.

“But your body is still very honest,” Yoshida Nai said, twirling Asada’s hair in a loop. “The first step I took when proposing this plan was not to refuse, but to ask if there were any successful precedents for it.”

"Don't worry, I've done this kind of thing many times."

Although Yoshida Nai repeatedly assured Asada of her professionalism and the rationality of her actions, Asada couldn't help but worry.

She always felt that Yoshida Nai was deceiving her. After all, if the other party had really changed her grades many times, she wouldn't have ended up having to stay after school for tutoring with her after club time.