Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

She tried hard not to kick someone when they're down.

"Don't argue yet. Your performance was flawless, just like the keyboardist's. Although your skill wasn't as outstanding as theirs, it was still passable. At least it was much better than the lead singer's."

No, hehe...

Asada's ahoge (cowlick) drooped down.

"But you are indeed at the center of this failing storm, leading the entire temporary band down a path of neither fish nor fowl."

"Although it's mostly the lead singer who's making mistakes, and you're trying your best to salvage the situation, it's precisely your efforts that expose the lead singer's errors so clearly, and indirectly cause others to adjust as well."

"Without a drummer, the responsibility of adjusting the rhythm falls on you. It's one thing not to highlight the lead singer's strengths, but at least you shouldn't expose their weaknesses."

"You should be prepared to let the worst person in terms of skills be the lead singer."

Asada found it increasingly strange, feeling as if the whole thing was directed at him.

“Lead singer, don’t overthink it. I’m just teaching this guy a lesson.” Uncle Kitajima noticed Asada’s unusual behavior.

Asada's face darkened further.

"I...Ito, I'm heartbroken for you," Asada whispered, leaning close behind Ito.

The explanation has been given; whether Ito believes it or not is another matter entirely.

"Not up to standard, so should we leave?" Ito looked at Uncle Kitajima, wanting to get a definite answer from him.

Although the other party said a lot, apart from pointing out Asada's shortcomings, their other remarks were not very accurate.

There was a hidden meaning in his words, a "sharp-tongued teacher's professional observation," which prevented him from exaggerating Asada's shortcomings and making obvious mistakes.

That's too much.

Moreover, the fact that they could talk for so long indicates that the other party did not actually want them to leave, and the audience's response was also positive.

"Not really. Although your temporary band is terrible, it's not so bad that it's unlistenable," Uncle Beidao waved his hand.

The young man interrupted him directly, leaving the rest of his words unsaid.

It's unclear whether Mori can suppress his opponent.

"I'm saying all this just to remind you. I don't want to be the first to leave a bad review."

"The first one?" Asada repeated.

"The first one today."

"Didn't we just open today?" Asada pressed on relentlessly.

Uncle Kitajima didn't want to continue answering. He stood up, moved his chair aside, and ignored Asada's gaze.

“Given that you have classes tomorrow,” Uncle Beidao glanced at his wristwatch, “the performance starts at seven and ends at nine.”

"There's about an hour and a half until 7 o'clock. You can eat something in the shop, it's free of charge, but there's no payment for the performance. Is that acceptable?"

"Can I eat whatever I want?" Asada asked hesitantly, raising her hand.

Uncle Beidao nodded, tacitly agreeing with what the other party said, considering how much food a few young adults could possibly eat.

Moreover, three of them are girls.

“That’s acceptable.” Ito nodded in agreement.

"Me too! I can do it too!" Asada refused to be left behind.

Rin Iketani and Ori Kurokawa remained silent, but by placing their instruments on the stage and approaching Ito, they indicated that they had accepted the condition.

Since there's no salary to begin with, why not take advantage of the free meal?

Under Uncle Beidao's arrangement, the group sat down in a corner of the concert hall.

Ito got up and walked towards the door: "I'm going to make a phone call."

While Ito was away, Uncle Kitajima came over with the order book.

"What would you like to eat? The kitchen can start preparing now." He looked at Iketani Rin and Kurokawa Ori.

Rin Iketani remained expressionless and succinctly stated, "Omelette rice."

Kurokawa Ori lowered her head, her bangs covering most of her face, and said in a very soft voice: "...Udon noodles."

When it was Asada Sakura's turn, she immediately perked up, her eyes shining as she took the order book and her fingers flew across the menu:

"I want this! And this too! This looks good too! Ah, this pudding! And another serving of fried chicken nuggets! Large fries! And..."

She recited the menu faster than she played the guitar; even Uncle Bei Dao's hand, which was writing, could barely keep up with the pace.

He couldn't help but look up at her: "Asada-san, while we can order whatever we want, wasting food..."

He paused, then added meaningfully, "...And, did you order for Ito?"

"Ah!" Asada suddenly remembered, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face, but she quickly perked up. "Right! I still need to order for Ito, so... this eel rice! And... this tempura platter! And another one... um..."

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the menu, a barely perceptible, slightly mischievous smile playing on her lips. "...Another extra spicy Mapo Tofu, please! Ito likes spicy food!"

She emphasized the word "like".

Uncle Kitajima's lips twitched, and he silently made a note of it. Looking at the long list of dishes that Asada had recited, he felt that the kitchen staff would have to work overtime tonight.

Once Asada had finally closed the menu with satisfaction, Uncle Kitajima left with a sheet of paper covered in writing.

When Ito returned from the phone call, he had barely sat down when he asked, "Have you ordered?"

"Mmm!" Asada nodded vigorously, eager to answer, "I've ordered! I ordered eel rice and tempura for you! They're both your favorites!"

She tried her best to behave well and be sensible.

Ito looked at her suspiciously, feeling that there was something hidden beneath her "I'm very well-behaved" expression.

He turned to Iketani Rin and Kurokawa Ori: "How much did she order? She didn't order randomly, did she? Don't forget she's on a diet."

Asada's heart jumped into her throat.

Rin Iketani glanced at Asada expressionlessly, but said nothing.

Kurokawa Ori lowered her head, a hint of helplessness flashing in her blue-gray eyes beneath her bangs, but she simply shook her head slightly.

Asada quickly replied, her voice slightly guilty and unsteady, "It's just... just a little bit... a tiny amount! Really! I promise!"

She extended her little finger, trying to increase credibility.

Seeing her suspicious expression, Ito frowned even more.

Just then, Uncle Beidao returned, carrying not a dish, but a long, clearly printed receipt.

With an indescribable, almost amused smile on his face, he walked straight up to Ito and gently placed the receipt on the table in front of him.

"Ito, here is your menu. Please check if you've ordered anything wrong."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added in a casual tone:

"By the way, Ito, does Chinatsu know you like to eat these? Last time you two came to my shop for a date, you didn't order this much, did you? It seems like it's more fun with more people."

It's Morikami Chinatsu again!

Upon hearing that name again, Asada became wary; she wanted to hear what secrets these two had.

Ha, dating... so-so, considering we've already lived together and I even confessed my feelings to him.

Wait... something's not right!

Ito ignored Uncle Kitajima's "casual chatter" and his gaze was already fixed on the receipt.

When he saw the shocking total at the bottom, his pupils contracted and his temples throbbed.

Sakura Asada!

He looked up at the culprit beside him.

The moment Asada met Ito's almost murderous gaze, her body reacted faster than her brain.

"I...I need to go to the restroom!"

She sprang up from her chair and turned to run away.

Unfortunately, she was a step too slow.

Evil will eventually be defeated by justice.

A long, strong hand grabbed the back of her collar.

Asada Sakura was like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, instantly frozen in place, unable to move.

Chapter 212 "The Temporary Band Part Three"

"I-Ito, do you want to come along too?" Asada shook her head. "No, no, I'm a girl, and you're a boy."

"I'll go see if there are any other girls. If not, I'll bring you in."

What is all this nonsense...? To avoid being scolded, they can even say such things.

It seems that Asada's thick skin is flexible, which is a terrible strength.

Without saying a word, Ito simply gazed silently at Asada.

Under pressure, Asada obediently sat back down, muttering under his breath, "He's such a pervert."

Putting aside Asada's words for the moment, Ito placed the receipt with the dishes on it in front of her.

"What does this mean?"

"Uh..." Asada stared for a long time, then looked up at Ito, "Mapo tofu?"

"Ito, haven't you tried this before? It's a delicious dish, it's Chinese cuisine~ I didn't expect the concert hall to be able to serve it."

"...That's not what I was asking?" Ito pointed to the quantities on the menu with his finger.

"Eh~ Ito, you don't even know this?" Asada's face showed undisguised shock. "The Arabic numeral 13 should have been taught in kindergarten."

"So, Ito, you've been sleeping since kindergarten? Well, that makes sense. Kids are all sleepy, especially little Ito back then."

Asada blinked his eyes, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Click." That's the sound of a mobile phone camera.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound. Iketani Rin silently put down her phone, turned her head to the side, as if nothing had happened.