Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"雑台の中で无声き声でcryいている (I cried silently in the crowded crowd)"

My emotions settled down here.

Asada's voice carried a barely perceptible sob, as if he were truly in the bustling yet lonely heart of the city.

Saionji's guitar accompaniment also became deep and narrative.

Ito's bass root remained steady, like a silent foundation, supporting this heavy emotion.

He slightly raised his eyes and met Asada's gaze, which was filled with complex emotions.

He paused for a moment, then lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously tightening their grip.

In the crowd, an uncle who was just passing by stopped and frowned slightly, seemingly touched by the emotions in the song.

Another young girl, who was taking pictures with her phone, showed an expression of empathy.

"The footprints are now whose voices are disappearing in the morning (the remaining footprints now dissipate someone's voice in the early morning)"

"The muddy water of the rotten street is cold (the dirty water of the rotten city is cold)"

When the chorus arrives, the emotions explode.

Asada's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of resentment and accusation.

Saionji's strumming became more frequent and powerful.

Hey, wait a minute, are you going to abandon those first-year students to their fate?!

Ito felt his heart race, his fingers moved faster on the strings, and the root notes became more powerful, keeping up with the explosive rhythm.

Those first-year high school girls were completely stunned.

They watched Asada-senpai's powerful singing, Saionji-go-bu's steady control, and Ito-senpai's exceptionally solid bass root note despite its basic foundation...

This is completely different from their clumsy performance just now!

This is what a real band is like!

Their eyes were filled with pure worship and longing.

“何もかも君次第で僕次第さ (Everything depends on you, everything depends on me)”

When Asada sang this lyric, her voice was filled with a certain certainty and strength.

It was as if she wasn't singing, but making a declaration.

She turned her head sharply, her gaze fixed intently on Ito, a radiant smile spreading across her face, tinged with a hint of smugness, as if to say, "Look! This is my performance! We did it!"

Ito was momentarily dazzled by her sudden, strikingly bright smile.

Asada's eyes, filled with a sense of accomplishment and... a hint of self-satisfaction, made his heart skip a beat, followed by an inexplicable surge of irritation.

This guy... what's he so proud of... he can still play a few wrong notes on the guitar now.

As the last note faded, Ito's bass line also fell silent.

After a brief silence—

Whoosh—!!!

The applause and cheers, several times louder than when the first-year high school girls finished their performance, erupted instantly! They swept across the entire entrance of the small park like a tidal wave!

"marvelous!!"

"You sang so well, senior!"

"That bassist is so steady! His root notes are so solid!"

"Saionji-senpai is so cool!"

"Wow! It was totally worth it!"

The crowd erupted in cheers. The high school girls jumped and clapped excitedly, looking at the four people in the center of the field as if they were gods.

He didn't even glance at Ikeya Rin; he just wanted to leave this place that made him feel so uncomfortable immediately.

He was just about to return the bass to the excited, expectant first-year high school girl when Asada Sakura hopped over like a little rabbit.

“Ito!” Her voice trembled with excitement, her cheeks flushed from the excitement and her singing just now, and her eyes shone brightly. “I forgive you one-fifth of the time.”

She reached out, as if to pat his shoulder or give him a hug.

But when she saw Ito's still somewhat dark expression, she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

"Uh... I mean... I can forgive you a quarter of the time..." Asada's voice trailed off, carrying a hint of barely perceptible flattery and... guilt?

After all, it was she who pushed him to the top.

Ito ignored her and simply shoved the bass back into the arms of the first-year high school girl.

"So what about dinner?" This was Ito's only concern, as it concerned whether he needed to rush to the convenience store.

Chapter 209 The Mystery Caused by the Disastrous Cuisine

As Ito picked up the cocoa slice from the plate with his chopsticks, his expression grew increasingly serious.

"This... isn't cooked yet, is it?"

After the chaotic performance on the street corner, Asada patted his chest and assured everyone that his family had definitely left him a hot dinner.

The results of it?

He was greeted only by this half-cooked, seemingly cocoa steak, a bowl of undercooked, gritty rice, and a plate of wilted, rotten vegetable leaves that looked like they'd been picked up from the trash can and pieced together as a "salad."

"Can any of you explain what's going on?" Ito asked, looking at Asada, who avoided his gaze.

Facing Ito's gaze, Asada's face quickly turned red, and she poked Hayakawa's side with her finger under the table.

"I don't know~" Hayakawa said innocently. "You know, Yu, I never cook."

The meaning of this sentence is quite clear: she wants to pin this thing, which might be called "food," on Asada.

“Sakura, I’m not trying to be mean, but I’m pointing at the cocoa patty that Ito is holding. Yu played hard all day, and this is all you’ve prepared for him.”

"Although Xiaoyou toyed with your feelings, you don't have to harm him."

Hayakawa spoke in an adult-like, lecturing tone, "Wasting food is wrong. If you don't want to make it for Yu, just say so."

"Huh? No, I..." Asada was somewhat taken aback by Hayakawa's sudden accusation.

It was she who asked Hayakawa to prepare dinner for Ito, and it was Hayakawa who agreed.

For this, she even took out 4000 yen from her savings, which was enough to order a takeout meal.

"Not intentionally wasting food?" Hayakawa raised an eyebrow. "Then you're punishing Yuu~"

Before Asada could explain, Hayakawa stood up abruptly and slammed his hands on the table.

"But that's not right either!"

This action immediately turned Asada into a frightened kitten, her mouth slightly open.

Having no interest in watching Hayakawa teach Asada a lesson, Ito was only concerned with one thing.

What will he do for dinner?

The cocoa steaks might be able to be re-fried, but the rice seems to only be solved by cooking it into porridge.

Regardless of which solution is chosen, Ito will have to wait a considerable amount of time.

Instead of doing that, you might as well eat instant noodles.

"Do you realize your mistake, Sakura?" Hayakawa stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at Asada and getting closer.

The oppressive aura emanating from the older woman, and the immense guilt emanating from her chest, made Asada almost unable to breathe.

Asada's face was buried in softness, her hands flailing wildly, wanting to get rid of Hayakawa but not daring to touch Hayakawa's body.

Even more naive than a pure young boy.

"Ugh, let go." Asada's voice was muffled.

"Was I wrong?" Hayakawa pressed Asada's face even closer.

"Wrong, wrong."

“Since you know you were wrong, then I forgive you.” Hayakawa released his hold on Asada. “Your older sister is a very magnanimous person.”

"Huh...huh..."

Finally free, Asada slumped in a chair, panting heavily, her face flushed red, looking like she had just escaped a disaster.

They survived.

Ito watched the farce end expressionlessly, his heart unmoved, but under the particularly glaring sight of the cocoa patties, he felt a strange sadness.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't find a suitable house, Ito would have considered moving.

Being with Hayakawa is like a ticking time bomb.

"Xiaoyou, don't think that just because I helped you teach Xiaoyingli a lesson, you're innocent." Hayakawa deliberately avoided looking at the dark food on the table. "You're like a 19th-century farmer who only knows how to exploit and enslave Xiaoyingli."

"That's why Sakura had such a wicked idea and did this."

Ito didn't reply, but he could roughly guess what had happened, judging from Asada's downcast face and aggrieved look, plus his understanding of Hayakawa.

He simply wouldn't believe it if you said it had nothing to do with Hayakawa.

As for Asada... how could she be so foolish as to ask Hayakawa for help? Hasn't she been fooled enough already?

Hayakawa can mess up anything, but you can always trust her abilities.

“So,” he began, his voice so calm it betrayed no emotion, “my dinner, the solution?”

Hayakawa tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and deliberately avoided the question, pretending not to have heard.

Ito wouldn't expect this guy to give any reasonable advice either; he'd never seen Hayakawa cook.

But Asada was still immersed in her own world of grievances, her pupils shimmering, as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

Seeing this, Ito got up and went into the kitchen.

It's still more reliable to rely on yourself.

Eating cup noodles is out of the question; he would never eat cup noodles in his entire life. It was one thing to eat cup noodles when he was poor, but now that he has millions of yen in assets, if he still eats cup noodles, then all his money has been wasted.