Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"A...a date?!" Asada jumped up from her chair, her drowsiness from just waking up dispelled by a sudden sense of crisis.

"This must never happen!"

Even ignoring Hayakawa's disheveled state, Asada paused for a moment as she prepared to leave, her gaze sweeping over the unopened rice ball on the table.

We can't waste it...

She grabbed it and rushed towards the door.

"Hayakawa-nee! I won't be back for lunch, you'll have to order takeout yourself!" Asada's voice disappeared outside the door as she rushed out.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

The room fell silent instantly.

Hayakawa Miki was left all alone, sitting forlornly at the dining table.

White milk residue still clung to her face, slowly sliding down her cheeks. The rice ball in her hand, stained with milk, smelled of rice mixed with the aroma of milk.

"..."

Hayakawa Miki looked down at her disheveled tank top, then at the unrecognizable rice ball in her hand, and finally her gaze fell on Asada's empty seat.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"Really..." she murmured to herself, her voice carrying a weary, weathered quality, "I just don't understand young people these days..."

Hayakawa couldn't even empathize with herself from five minutes ago.

Ito, who was on her way to the station, kept her eyes glued to her phone screen, while Mori sensibly left her undisturbed.

However, from her perspective, she could see the striking red message on Ito's phone.

Even if I go out now, I don't plan to check my messages.

"Senior, do you not like using social media?" Mori asked casually.

Her attention was focused on a couple passing by in the distance, and she seemed to be just casually striking up a conversation.

"No." Ito was still in the chat box with a few specific people.

“Then…” Mori drew out his words, “then why won’t you even open the messages I send you?”

"So you just don't like chatting with me?"

Sensing the trap in Mori's words, Ito paused in his typing; he didn't want to plunge his team into an emotional crisis from the very beginning.

"I just feel that those little red dots will remind me of you and let me know that you are always thinking of me."

"If I open the chat and don't receive any messages from you for a while, losing the little red dot and becoming just another chat window like everyone else's, then Mori will no longer be special."

"Mori will always be special to me, and I don't want this connection... or rather, the anticipation, to disappear. In other words, I look forward to receiving news from you, Mori."

I'll probably get a different privacy screen protector next time...

That's what Ito said, but that's not what he really thought.

"Smooth-talking." Mori turned her head to the side, her slightly reddened ears revealing her true thoughts.

"I...I'm also really looking forward to meeting my senior," she added softly.

The two moved closer together, seemingly unintentionally, creating an ambiguous atmosphere that made Ito feel a little awkward typing.

"You little rascal!" Asada secretly followed behind, hiding next to a concrete pillar, gripping the pillar tighter and tighter.

Adulterers!

Asada, who had always considered herself the first to arrive, had forgotten that Ito and Asada were the lovers in name only.

If we're really talking about violating morals, then Asada is more like the one who ruins relationships.

However, she clearly wouldn't realize this. Even if someone pointed it out to her, she would just brush it off with something like, "I'm monitoring my partner's progress to prevent him from falling into a trap called love."

Asada secretly followed the two from Tobita Station to Shibuya Station, watching them walk into a hotel.

The little head was greatly shocked.

It has already developed to this point...

Replays of past incidents of catching them in bed together kept flashing through my mind, so to avoid ruining their plans, I was willing to waste money going out...

The system briefly froze, and Asada's mind flashed through countless images, such as Morikami lying on Ito's chest...

No! This absolutely won't do!

Just thinking about it made her blush. An excellent partner must prevent the other from falling into the abyss of love!

While Asada Sakura was overwhelmed by the words "hotel," "daytime," and "degradation," and her inner turmoil, Ito and Mori had already entered the hotel lobby.

Mori tilted his head slightly and teased softly in a tone with a hint of mischief:

"Senior, it's still daytime~"

She paused, then added, "However... I don't dislike it."

Ito ignored her teasing and walked straight to the elevator, pressing the floor button sent to him by the other party.

If Mori hadn't insisted on coming, and even brought up the fact that she was also a shareholder in the project and had the right to know about the progress, he really wouldn't have wanted to bring her to this kind of event.

The elevator doors opened, and they arrived at a room door. Ito raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and a kind-faced, refined middle-aged man appeared in the doorway. He was none other than Nobuyuki Otsuka, the director of the New National Theatre.

"Ito, you've arrived." Dean Otsuka smiled warmly, his gaze then falling on Mori behind Ito. "And this is?"

“Chinatsu Morikami, one of my… partners,” Ito introduced simply.

"Come in." Dean Otsuka stepped aside.

The room was furnished like a small conference room, with a conference table in the center and several chairs around it.

"Would you like some soda?" Dean Otsuka walked toward the small refrigerator in the corner, clearly treating them as young people who needed to be entertained.

"Water is fine, thank you," Ito replied.

“Me too.” Mori nodded politely.

Dean Otsuka poured them two glasses of warm water and placed them on the table, then sat down in the main seat himself.

He glanced at Ito and Mori, who were sitting side by side, a mischievous smile on his face like that of an elder:

"Talking about business, and bringing your girlfriend along? Young people have such a good relationship."

“Mori-kami is indeed one of the investors in the project,” Ito explained calmly. “Let’s get down to business, Dean Otsuka.”

Ito looked at the influential figure in the theater world in front of him.

He hopes that the stage play his team is preparing will have the opportunity to perform in the inaugural season of the Bluebird Theatre, a new theatre specifically opened to support student theatre groups.

Although he didn't know how Yoshida Nai managed to get the other party to meet him, Ito didn't want to waste this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dean Otsuka's teasing smile faded, and he was about to speak...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of urgent and slightly flustered knocks on the door interrupted the conversation inside.

Dean Otsuka, along with Ito and Mori, looked towards the doorway in confusion.

"Please come in?" Dean Otsuka called out.

The door was pushed open from the inside, and a panting figure appeared in the doorway.

Sakura Asada!

She had clearly run all the way here; her face was flushed, her forehead was covered in fine sweat, and the tuft of hair on her head was sticking up even more messily from running.

She was still clutching the convenience store rice ball she had brought from home tightly in one hand.

I saw that Ito and Mori were sitting at the conference table, dressed neatly, with a very serious-looking middle-aged man opposite them.

The "unbearable" scene he had imagined did not appear, and Asada was clearly stunned for a moment, as if his brain had briefly shut down.

But without saying something, there's no way to explain why she's here.

So Asada took a deep breath, puffed out her small chest, and with all her might, pointed at Ito and shouted:

"Ito! I... I've come to catch them cheating!"

Chapter 214 Childhood Sweetheart and Unexpected Successor: Who is the Inevitable Winner?

"Caught in the act?" Mori's eyes became subtle. She scanned her surroundings and finally locked onto Asada.

"Who is Asada-senpai trying to catch cheating? Could it be me and my boyfriend Ito?"

"I..." Asada was speechless for a moment. She hadn't thought about what to do when she came.

She thought that when she came in, she would see Ito reaching behind Mori to unfasten her belt.

In that case, she would still have a chance to defend herself.

Dean Otsuka smiled kindly. He looked at Asada, who seemed unsure of himself, then at Mori, who was defending his territory, and finally his gaze fell on Ito, who had a headache.

He picked up his water glass, took a tactical sip, then slowly put it down, muttering to himself:

"Young people these days... they really know how to have fun..."

Ito rubbed his throbbing temples; he could easily understand that Asada was stalking him.

Catching someone in the act of adultery... that's probably just in her imagination.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for someone to come from Tobita to Shibuya, then to this hotel, and then happen to end up in the same room.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his turbulent emotions:

"Director Otsuka, let me introduce you. This is one of the leading actresses in our play, Asada Sakura."

"Yes, he's a very energetic child." Dean Otsuka nodded, with the appreciation of an elder.

"Greetings, Dean!" As if waking from a dream, Asada realized that she had made a mistake, quickly hid the rice ball behind her back, pressed her hands tightly to her thighs, and bowed ninety degrees to Dean Otsuka.

Although it would be terrible to lose face in front of the other party, if it could help me avoid Mori's aggressive questioning, it might not be so unacceptable?

"Sit down, sit down, don't stand." Dean Otsuka waved his hand with a smile.

Asa instinctively wanted to sit next to Ito, but as soon as she moved a little closer, she saw Mori no Kami reach out and gently take Ito's arm, pulling him a little closer to her.