Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Ito unfolded the note.

The above is the handwriting of Saionji Chizuru:

"Take good care of my members, and don't get any funny ideas!"

Ito's lips twitched.

It was indeed her; she could almost picture the gentle yet undeniable expression on Saionji's face as she wrote those words.

He silently put the note away and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Is everyone here?"

Uncle Beidao looked at the hastily assembled team.

A seemingly unreliable scumbag (Ito), a lead singer and guitarist with clear eyes (Asada), a silent bassist (Iketani Rin), and a cool keyboardist who covers half his face (Kurokawa Ori).

"Are you... sure you can do it?"

"We'll find out once we try." Ito didn't explain further, slinging the guitar strap over his shoulder. "Can it be used on stage?"

"It works..." Uncle Beidao watched them walk towards the stage, then went behind the bar and picked up the phone.

"Hello? Honey? Hmm, they're here... Look... Hmm... They're quite young... A band? I guess so... Okay, I got it."

"With Rin Iketani around, they should be strong enough."

On stage, Asada had already taken out his guitar, and Iketani Rin had also connected the bass line.

Kurokawa silently opened the keyboard case and began connecting the device.

Ito was adjusting the tone of Saionji's electric guitar.

"What...should we play?" Asada asked Ito in a low voice.

She was a little nervous, after all, this group was too temporary, and Ito hadn't told her that other people would be coming!

Ito glanced at the audience.

Uncle Beidao had already sat down at a table in the corner, seemingly waiting for something.

There were still hardly any customers in the shop.

"Our City in a Hustle and Bustle," Ito succinctly stated.

This piece is the best test of teamwork.

"Oh, oh..." Asada nodded.

There was no further communication.

Rin Iketani was the first to pluck the bass string, and a deep, steady root note flowed out, instantly establishing the framework of the rhythm.

Kurokawa Ori's fingers then fell on the keyboard, and several clean and crisp chords were precisely executed, like the cool moonlight shining down.

Ito took a deep breath and pressed his fingers onto the strings.

Saionji's guitar has a great feel.

Plucking the strings, a clear and unrestrained main melody instantly joins in, intertwining with the keyboard chords.

Asada was taken aback by this sudden and perfectly coordinated opening.

She quickly picked up her guitar and started strumming along to the rhythm.

Her strumming wasn't particularly precise, but it was full of passion, striving to fill the gaps in the rhythm.

"The remaining heartbeats covered the night"

Asada's voice rang out, tinged with nervousness, but she was quickly swayed by the atmosphere of the music and gradually calmed down.

A strange sense of security enveloped her.

She took a deep breath and poured more emotion into her singing:

"This hand belongs to you"

"変わらないはずはないよ手ばして"

Chapter 211 "The Temporary Band Part Two"

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

......

As the piece ended and the last note faded, a brief silence fell over the small concert hall.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Applause erupted from the corner. Uncle Beidao looked towards the sound and saw two beautifully dressed girls standing in the corner.

Their gazes were fixed on the crowd on stage, clearly captivated by the performance they had just witnessed.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Kitajima stood up with a sincere smile on his face and walked to Ito's side.

"I didn't realize that, despite your good fortune with women, Ito, you're actually quite capable," Uncle Kitajima teased Ito.

"..." Ito didn't offer any explanation, but gently ran his hand across the guitar's surface, speaking calmly, "So we've passed, right?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes, it's acceptable," Asada answered for Ito, though her tone was somewhat unsure.

For a temporary band that had just formed its first time, the performance was already quite good, at least that's what Asada thought.

Of this group, she had only worked with Ito; the others were all outsiders.

Without being fully prepared, and without making any major mistakes, they far surpassed the average high school band.

Although many people in Japan have a musical atmosphere of spontaneously forming bands on the spot since childhood.

But in the first half of Asada's life, talking to strangers would almost cost her her life.

Not to mention something as intimate as forming a band.

It was only under Ito's semi-coercion and semi-invitation that this experience occurred.

Great, great experience!

Asada enjoys everything, from the cultural festival performances to last night's street performances and the temporary band performances right now.

But please, this must never happen again, unless the keyboardist is replaced by Shinno... no, Shinno is quite dangerous too.

I vaguely remember that there were BL comics hidden in the other person's bedroom.

Asada secretly observed the bored Iketani Rin, especially this guy!

While Asada was lost in thought, Uncle Kitajima's expression became subtle, and he vaguely sensed a faint hostility emanating from the group.

The source of the hostility was the seemingly serious, 1.6-meter-tall, weak home field in front of them.

What they couldn't compete with was that Uncle Beidao could discern it at a glance based on his years of experience.

Not to mention that there are many people now, even Morikami can manipulate Asada like a white cat manipulating Tom.

As someone who's been through it all, Uncle Bei Dao decided to lend a helping hand (or add fuel to the fire) to these young people.

Thinking of this, he put on a stern face, crossed his arms, coldly surveyed everyone on the stage, and then shook his head.

"Not enough! Not nearly enough!"

"What?" Asada took a step back in fear, her ahoge (cowlick) bobbing.

Uncle Beidao found a chair and sat down before continuing to speak.

“I can tell you’re a band that was formed temporarily, but that won’t lower my expectations of you.”

"Although the 'Night Star Concert Hall' is not large, every band that has performed here possesses exceptional skill. Each of them has been immersed in this industry for many years."

"On the other hand, while you have no major mistakes, you make a constant stream of basic errors."

"Let's leave the drummer aside for now. But what about the lead singer?" Uncle Kitajima pointed the finger at Asada first, "His singing ability is so-so, but his hand skills are hard to judge."

"Because there's a backup guitarist, they can play wrong notes. Or they can simply not play their part at all? Take the bassist, for example, the music you disappear from makes her constantly change her playing."

"And a bassist can't easily change with the rhythm, do you understand?!"

Asada was rendered speechless by Uncle Kitajima's sharp words. She pursed her lips and her mind was no longer filled with laughter.

“Since it’s for the sake of playing, then it’s work. I don’t see your work ethic. Just having a passion isn’t enough. You need to put in 200% enthusiasm and take every detail seriously.”

"This is the key to victory."

After saying this, Uncle Kitajima gave Asada a meaningful look, hoping she would understand his meaning.

If the other party truly wants to defeat other formidable rivals, then they must handle all the details well when interacting with them.

This is advice from someone who's been there.

"And Xiao Lin, you..." Uncle Kitajima thought for a long time before finally speaking, "You performed very well."

As for other things, Uncle Beidao didn't want to say, because he was afraid the other party would complain to his wife.

"Hmm..." Rin Iketani held the bass neck and nodded slightly.

“The keyboardist’s problems are smaller, but they’re not without their issues.” Uncle Kitajima steeled himself and lectured Kurokawa Ori, who looked like a tough nut to crack.

"First of all, it's really impressive to have this level of skill at this age, I have to admit that. If we're talking about a normal performance, there were no mistakes, but that was the biggest mistake."

"You're too unconventional. To put it simply, I feel like you're playing in a lonely way. You shut yourself off in the sound of the keys, and although you follow the rhythm of others and even make timely adjustments because of the lead singer's mistakes, there's still a sense of disconnect."

Uncle Beidao paused for a moment, then continued, "Of course you have the ability. The reason this temporary band failed is not your fault."

"On me..." Asada lowered her head, realizing she had influenced so many people. She had just been feeling smug; how awful!

“The biggest problem is you, Yuujin Ito.” Uncle Kitajima pointed at Ito, who was looking at the doorway.

Hearing the other person call his name, Ito turned around, his face full of confusion.

I?

I didn't realize that I was the biggest blunder.

On the other hand, upon hearing this, Asada's dejected mood secretly ignited with a glimmer of joy.

Sigh! It's Ito, not me! No, I can't laugh... We're a group.