Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

The performers were a group of female high school students. Judging from their school uniforms, they were students from Hibiya High School, which was the same school as him, and they were probably just starting their first year of high school.

They formed a small band and are playing this song.

The skill level... well, it's quite average.

Or rather, this is the normal level that students in the light music department of a regular high school should have.

The bassist's root notes were hesitant and unsteady, the rhythm guitar's strumming was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the drummer's rhythm was even more inconsistent, clearly falling behind the pace several times. It was only the lead singer's slightly tense and vibrato-filled vocals that barely managed to string the whole song together.

As Ito listened, he felt a strange sense of peace.

This is the norm. People like Rin Iketani, a natural bass monster; Chizuru Saionji, a guitarist with solid and steady technique; and Naoto Shinno, a guy who may not be the brightest but has perfect keyboard skills... these are all exceptional cases.

It's just that I've been having a bit more "good" luck lately, and I've been encountering special cases a bit more frequently.

The hesitant performance finally came to an end. Scattered applause rang out from the surroundings, interspersed with a few encouraging cheers from friends or classmates.

The girls had sweat on their faces, but their eyes were bright and sparkling, filled with excitement at completing the performance and a pure love for music.

Ito nodded slightly.

Although the technique was rough, the enthusiasm was commendable.

He looked away and prepared to continue his journey home.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of three familiar figures emerging from the crowd.

With her chestnut-brown long hair, gentle demeanor, and encouraging smile, Saionji Chizuru...

Next to Saionji Temple is Yoshida Na, who always looks energetic and is currently clapping enthusiastically.

Standing on the other side of Yoshida Nai was Asada Sakura, wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled down a bit, but whom Ito could recognize at a glance!

Ito's brows furrowed instantly.

Sure enough, this guy didn't go home to prepare dinner at all; he went out to play with Yoshida Nai again. He even ran into Saionji; no wonder he wasn't replying to messages.

Was his message this morning just for show? Is the music festival setlist for next Wednesday just empty talk? What on earth is this guy thinking?

Wait, she still has money?

"Minister!"

The high school girls who had just finished their performance clearly recognized Saionji Chizuru.

They immediately became excited, surrounded her, and chattered about their admiration and the nervousness of the performance.

It seems that the other party has a high status in the light music club, unlike Fujiwara, who was almost expelled from the club president position.

Chizuru Saionji smiled gently, listened patiently, and nodded encouragingly from time to time. Her voice wasn't loud, but her calm and reliable demeanor excited the younger female students even more.

"Minister, could you... could you demonstrate for us?" One of the bolder girls, probably the lead singer, asked, blushing and with anticipation in her eyes.

Her words were immediately echoed by several other girls.

"Yes, yes! Minister, show us how to play it!"

"Please, Minister!"

Yoshida Nai, standing to the side, joined in the teasing, jokingly nudging Saionji's arm, "Chizuru-nee, sing one! Let the juniors see something new."

Saionji Chizuru was a little embarrassed by their enthusiasm, but looking at the bright eyes of her juniors, she finally nodded gently, "Alright, then... I'll make a fool of myself."

"Asada, you should join us too." Saionji looked at Asada. "You should be very good at this song."

I must have learned from the store manager, Saionji, that Asada was the original singer of this song.

"Can this senior do it too?" The lead singer's eyes lit up. "Please, you absolutely have to perform it!"

"Uh..." Asada really wanted to wave her hand in refusal, and even wanted to run away immediately. "I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Yoshida Nai interrupted her, "Give it a try. I remember you, Asada, are very good at singing."

"Okay, okay." In the end, Asada was still somewhat eager to try, as it had been a long time since she had performed.

Aside from being in the room facing that blockhead.

Saionji took the guitar from one of the girls. Asada Sakura also picked up another one and tuned it slightly.

Seeing this, Ito stopped in his tracks, wanting to see Asada's performance as well.

He subconsciously shrank further into the shadows on the outer edge of the crowd, trying to minimize his presence.

For some reason, watching Asada pick up the guitar and stand with Saionji, he felt a strange...guilt? It was as if he were a pervert hiding in the shadows, spying.

No, this is to gather evidence of Asada's crimes.

Saionji Chizuru's fingers were already on the strings, a gentle smile on her face, ready to begin.

Asada Sakura also took a deep breath, adjusted her posture while holding the guitar, looking a little nervous, but her eyes also showed eagerness.

Ito held his breath, preparing to enjoy this... well, it could be a disaster or a surprise impromptu performance.

Just a second before Saionji's fingertips were about to pluck the strings, and Asada slightly opened his mouth to speak.

"puff."

Ito felt a light poke in his back with a finger.

He turned around.

A face with no expression was right in front of me.

The blue highlights gleamed coldly under the streetlights, and the wolf tail hairstyle was neat yet unruly.

Rin Iketani? !

Ito's heart nearly jumped out of his throat; he couldn't understand why the other party had appeared at this moment.

Before he could even speak or react, his wrist was gripped tightly by a slightly cool hand.

The force was astonishing, completely unlike her usual quiet and unassuming demeanor.

Ikeya Rin didn't give him a chance to speak at all, grabbed his wrist, and turned to leave.

Her movements were swift and decisive, even carrying an undeniable forcefulness, as she forcefully dragged Ito out of the shadows on the outskirts of the crowd.

But it seems that Rin Iketani's goal is not to drag him away from the scene.

Instead, she grabbed Ito and strode towards the center of the field, where Saionji and Asada were.

and many more!

Ito was completely dumbfounded.

What is this guy trying to do?!

"Hey! Rin Iketani, let go!" Ito shouted in a low voice, trying to break free.

But Rin Iketani's hand remained as still as Mr. Krabs' pincers.

Her strength was beyond imagination.

Iketani Rin ignored his struggles and growls, and simply quickened his pace.

Ito was dragged along by her, staggering like a sack being pulled, and broke through the loose encirclement of the crowd in a disheveled state.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Rin Iketani forcibly dragged her to the center of the field, in front of Chizuru Saionji, Sorari Asada, Nao Yoshida, and the other first-year high school girls.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Saionji Chizuru's fingers were still on the strings, but the gentle smile on her face froze, turning into pure astonishment.

Her usually tolerant eyes were wide open now, staring in disbelief at Ito who had suddenly appeared, and... Ikeya Rin who was grabbing his wrist.

Asada Sakura's expression was the most interesting.

She was still holding her guitar, her mouth agape in a perfect "O" shape, her eyes wide open, filled with shock, confusion, bewilderment, and... emotions that Ito couldn't quite decipher.

She looked at Ito, then at Ikeya Rin's hand that was tightly gripping Ito's wrist, and her little mind completely went blank.

Yoshida Nai reacted the fastest, but she only covered her mouth and let out a short gasp: "Ah! Ito?!"

The high school girls were completely petrified, staring dumbfounded at this sudden, almost magical scene.

Senior Iketani Rin forcibly dragged Senior Ito, who was "notorious" at school, out of the crowd and brought him in front of them?! What kind of development is this?!

The scattered chatter vanished instantly, and the small street performance area fell into an eerie silence.

Only the light from the streetlights cast long, stiff shadows of the people in the center of the field.

Rin Iketani finally stopped.

She released Ito's wrist, but did not step back. She simply stood expressionless beside Ito, her head slightly tilted, the ends of her wolf-tail hair swaying gently in the night breeze.

Her emotionless eyes calmly swept over Saionji, over Asada, over Yoshida Na, and finally settled on Ito, as if to say, "I brought it."

"Rin Iketani, what are you doing?!" Ito finally couldn't hold back any longer and squeezed out these words through gritted teeth in a low voice.

He felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

Rin Iketani did not answer.

She simply tilted her head slightly, blue highlights slid across her forehead, and then she raised her hand, pointing to a bass guitar being held in someone's arms.

Her movements were slow and precise.

Chapter 208 "Street Performance Part Two"

"There's no way I'm going to play bass. Don't even think about it," Ito whispered in Rin Iketani's ear.

Don't even mention that he only has beginner-level bass skills right now; if he were to perform, he would be exposed in front of Iketani Rin.

Besides, he's the manager, right? What kind of manager participates in a performance?

Once or twice is one thing, but what does it mean to be in a place where there is absolutely no reward? He doesn't necessarily need a reward, but he can't get nothing at all.

Will he gain the admiration of the younger female students? Or the praise of guys like Asada?

Ito won't work for nothing.

"Bass." Rin Iketani seemed not to have heard him, her hand still pointing at the bass.

"Are you going to perform by yourself? I haven't seen you perform in a long time." Ito tried to get Ikeya Rin to go up on stage by herself.

“Butterfly,” Rin Iketani uttered a completely unrelated word.