Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

When Asada sang "Shinsaki ga shōe yō tomo (Even though my fingertips are trembling)," she saw Ito's brow furrow slightly, but his hand movements did not falter at all; instead, he smoothly transitioned into the next complex string bend.

Rin Iketani's lips curled down slightly, but the root note of her bass remained as steady as ever.

"The three-way intersection that is not recorded on this map"

"ぶつかっているのですが (Will we meet each other?)"

Kurokawa Ori sat behind the keyboard, her long bangs almost completely obscuring her face.

Her fingers danced lightly across the black and white keys, producing clear yet slightly detached notes.

When Asada sang "three-way intersection," her fingertips paused for a fraction of a second, and the last note of a chord seemed to linger for a moment.

Asada's voice carried a hint of confusion and anticipation, with a slight upward inflection at the end, as if she were asking a question, or perhaps asking herself.

She closed her eyes, seemingly immersed in her own singing, completely unaware of the various thoughts of the audience and her teammates.

As the chorus begins, her voice suddenly rises, carrying a power that seems to pierce through the fog:

"There is no right answer in life, so there is no failure."

The lyrics seemed to have a magical power, causing several previously indifferent office workers in the audience to look up.

Ito's fingers glided across the strings faster, and a powerful solo burst forth, as if echoing this declaration.

When Asada sang this line, her eyes were unusually bright, as if she were declaring war on her terrible exam results, but no one knew what she was really thinking.

"あたしは生あたしであってそれだけだろう(I will still be me in this life and that's all)"

Uncle Beidao paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

This seemingly silly girl reveals such a strong sense of self-identity in her singing.

He subconsciously glanced at Ito and found that the other was also slightly turning his head, watching Asada out of the corner of his eye. His gaze was complex and unreadable, with a feeling of "watching his own silly girl grow up".

It must be an illusion.

"これ上かき乱しても明日はない (There will be no tomorrow if I continue to scribble)"

"What I did in the land that I did (because of this useless map)"

The road is full of misfortune (Are we at our wits end?)"

The song carried a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness, and the melody also became slightly somber.

Rin Iketani increased the force of his bass, steadily supporting this emotion.

Kurokawa Ori's keyboard playing also shifted to more subdued chords.

Some people in the audience nodded slightly, seemingly touched by the lyrics.

"The result of being strong is the same as the result of being strong (the result of being strong may still be the same)"

Asada's voice trembled slightly here, but she quickly suppressed it, transforming it into an almost stubborn determination.

She took a deep breath and poured all her emotions—confusion, resentment, self-doubt, and that glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished—into the last line of the lyrics:

"Overflowing (fill your empty box full)"

Chapter 213 Young people are really hard to understand

Saturday was the third day of free time. Logically speaking, since it was a holiday, time should also be paused.

So Ito reminded Nagano Sae to correct this mistake, but only received a yellow bean smiley face and the word "get lost".

Stepping out of the bathroom, the living room was quiet. Asada remained motionless in his warm bed, still asleep.

Ito glanced at Asada's peaceful sleeping posture and recalled that when she came back from the "Night Star Concert Hall" last night, she was still lively and shouting that she wanted to play the guitar for the rest of her life, with unbelievable energy.

Now... it's almost nine o'clock.

"I really don't understand Asada's mental state. He's clearly a young man."

"Xiao You, aren't you a young person too?" A lazy voice came from the entrance.

Miki Hayakawa was leaning against the door frame at some point, wearing a loose white strapless top, one shoulder strap slipping down to reveal her fair shoulder.

Her hair was messy, and she had obviously just gotten up. She yawned and strolled in as if she knew the place well.

With a clear objective, we headed straight for the refrigerator.

"It doesn't look like a normal life at all!" Upon opening the refrigerator door and seeing the interior liner, which was cleaner than a face, Hayakawa's expression instantly changed, and he frowned in disgust.

"Sister, I'm really worried about your future. How can the fridge be so empty? Not even a bottle of beer..."

Putting aside who caused the refrigerator to look like it had been robbed, drinking beer so early in the morning is just too much.

"Ugh~ W-What's wrong? Is breakfast ready?" Asada Sakura rubbed her sleepy eyes, her hair all messy, and poked her head out from under the covers, clearly woken up by the noise outside.

She looked at Hayakawa groggily, then at Ito standing at the door, ready to leave. Clearly, she wasn't fully awake yet.

"Yes." Hayakawa immediately switched to a gentle older sister smile, a seamless transition.

"All that's missing is for Sakura to go to the convenience store. Where did I put the breakfast I prepared? Ah, I remember now, it's in the third row on the right side of the refrigerated section. Just bring it back for me." She made up a lie without batting an eye.

"Oh~ okay, okay." Asada nodded her little head, her ahoge (cowlick) bobbing with the movement.

She was yawning, clearly not fully awake.

Ito watched this scene speechlessly.

Is this idiot idol's brain single-threaded? She actually believes such an obvious lie?

Just then, footsteps came from the corridor outside the door.

Ito looked towards the doorway.

A purple head peeked out from the doorway; the cute bun hairstyle was Mori's trademark.

Mori was clearly dressed up carefully, wearing a simple dress and carrying a plastic bag from a convenience store.

When he saw the scene inside the house, especially Hayakawa, who was disheveled, and Asada, who had just woken up, he was slightly taken aback.

"Good morning, Ito-senpai." Mori quickly regained his composure and handed over the bag in his hand. "I was a bit pressed for time and didn't have time to prepare anything else, so I could only buy some things at the convenience store. Here you go."

She took a rice ball and a carton of milk out of the bag and handed them to Ito.

Her gaze swept across the room and landed on Hayakawa Miki.

Hayakawa was watching her with great interest.

Mori tilted his head, seemingly thinking for a moment, then picked up the bag and walked over, his voice gentle:

"Hayakawa-nee, have you had breakfast yet? I bought too much, could you help me with some of it?"

Hayakawa raised an eyebrow slightly, a playful smile appearing on his face.

She knew that doing this was a betrayal of Asada, but...

My hand still couldn't help but reach into the bag and take the rice ball that looked the most expensive and the only box of strawberry milk.

Wasting food is shameful, and lazy Asada deserves some betrayal.

This is an older sister's instruction to the younger generation.

"Oh, then I won't be polite, thank you Chinatsu-chan~" Hayakawa said with a smile, as if she wasn't the one who had tricked Asada into buying breakfast.

Ito and Mori exchanged a glance.

Ito didn't say much, he just nodded to Mori.

He then stepped aside, indicating that Mori could come in.

Mori walked into the living room and placed the remaining rice balls and milk on the table.

Asada had just changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom when he saw this scene.

Especially when she saw Hayakawa already eating a rice ball, while Mori had put the rest on the table, her little head was clearly a bit overwhelmed.

"Do I...do I still have to go?" Asada pointed to the door, then looked at the breakfast on the table and asked Hayakawa with a blank expression.

She hadn't forgotten her "mission".

Hayakawa, who was biting into a rice ball, almost choked when she heard this. She quickly took a sip of milk and swallowed it, then waved her hand indistinctly:

"Uh... um... no need, no need! Chinatsu got it for me! Come on, Sakura, let's eat together!"

She tried to mask her unease with enthusiasm and beckoned Asada over.

Asada blinked, glancing at Hayakawa, then at the food Mori had brought on the table, then at Ito, who had already walked to the entrance to change his shoes and go out, and Mori standing to the side.

She seemed to finally realize something, but it didn't seem like she fully understood.

But... having breakfast ready-made? That's not bad!

But does this really count as falling into the enemy's trap...?

No! With unwavering determination, Mori's schemes can all be rendered ineffective.

"Oh... okay."

Asada responded and obediently walked to the table and sat down. He picked up a rice ball and began to nibble on it, his ahoge (cowlick) swaying gently as he chewed.

This...this is a weapon used to destroy the enemy!

After Ito changed his shoes, Mori took the opportunity to lean forward and hug his arm, saying in a voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear:

"Senior, let's go! I can't wait to start my date with you."

"Pfft—cough cough cough!!!"

Asada Sakura, who had just taken a sip of milk, spat it out the moment she heard Mori's words about a "date."

White liquid splashed onto Hayakawa Miki, who was sitting opposite her, on her face, and onto the half-eaten rice ball in her hand.

"Cough cough! I'm so sorry, Hayakawa-nee!" Asada coughed so hard she was practically screaming, waving her hands frantically as she apologized, her face flushed red.

However, the person she was apologizing to was too busy to pay attention to her.

Hayakawa Miki stood frozen in place, milk beads still clinging to her face, and the rice ball in her hand was covered in milk. She exuded a dazed and... sticky feeling.

In the few seconds that Asada coughed and apologized, the sound of a door closing came from the entrance hall.

Ito and Mori's figures had disappeared.

They were obviously going on that so-called date!