Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

In particular, when Dean Otsuka saw them off to the elevator, he patted Ito on the shoulder and said, half-jokingly:

"If it weren't for the two 'leading ladies' you brought being so 'immersive' and the play being so wonderful, I really wouldn't have made up my mind so quickly."

Ito didn't quite understand what he was hearing, but the outcome was ultimately good.

"Where are we going later?" Ito stretched his limbs and looked at the two girls beside him, intending to treat them.

“Go, go…” Asada Sakura was still immersed in the joy of “victory”.

Countless names of delicious foods flashed through her mind, making it difficult for her to choose.

After all, she had already indulged herself at the concert hall last night, and her "diet plan" had never lasted more than three days.

But today is a day to celebrate!

She hesitated for a long time, then, as if she had made a great decision, looked up at Ito and said:

"I-Ito, whatever you want to eat, I'll eat it!"

For Asada, who cherishes food above all else, this was the highest level of "reward" and trust.

Ito raised an eyebrow in surprise, then looked at Morikami Chinatsu, who had been silent beside him:

"Mori, is there anything you'd like to eat?"

He noticed the unusual quietness in Mori from the moment he left the hotel.

If he still can't sense that something is wrong with the other person's emotions by now, then he's really terrible.

When his name was called, Mori stopped in his tracks but did not answer immediately.

She silently took out her phone, swiped her finger across the screen a few times, and brought up the notes app.

It listed the itinerary items one by one, with notes even in smaller print.

For example, "This dessert shop has great reviews, the senior student will probably like it," "This street is perfect for a stroll," "This movie has a high rating"...

Ito's gaze swept over the notes, especially the words "senpai should like to eat," and a strange sense of guilt welled up inside him.

Mori pointed to the name of a restaurant that had been planned in the lunch section of the memo, his voice flat and emotionless:

"Let's do it here."

Ito glanced at it; it was a well-reviewed Chinese restaurant. He nodded, "Chinese food? It looks good."

He remembered that Mori seemed to really like Chinese food.

Having confirmed their destination, Asada walked ahead happily like a little animal leading the way, occasionally glancing back at the two of them with an undisguised smile on her face.

Ito and Mori walked side by side behind, the atmosphere subtly tense.

After walking for a while, Ito suddenly slowed down, his voice not loud, but loud enough for Mori to hear clearly:

"Are you troubled by the issues that arose in the meeting room earlier?"

Mori's gaze remained fixed on Asada's light and agile figure ahead, his tone flat:

“No.” She paused. “I just think…senpai and Asada-senpai have a really good relationship.”

He's so good to her that he would support the role she plays without hesitation, even in front of his "official girlfriend".

Ito took a deep look at Mori's profile, which was feigning calm.

He was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Actually... there were some things I didn't finish saying earlier."

Mori didn't turn around, but his steps slowed.

Ito continued, "Because I felt that saying those things might make you think... I'm a more selfish, more outrageous guy."

Mori's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she couldn't help but complain inwardly:

What's the point of saying all this now... it's all Asada's fault anyway...

“Because,” Ito said calmly, yet with a strange seriousness, “I saw your shadow in the character of ‘Miss Fox’.”

"What?" Mori finally couldn't help but turn his head, even forgetting to hide his emotions.

Meeting her gaze, Ito continued calmly, "I will express my feelings; I will silently make many preparations and sacrifices for the person I like; I will always... look forward to every encounter and interaction."

"That kind of affection has both the persistence of Miss Fox and the gentleness and thoughtfulness of you, Mori-gami."

He paused, looking at Mori's completely stunned expression, and sighed softly:

"It might sound strange to say this. But I must admit that I do... prefer that character because I see a bit of Mori-gami in Miss Fox."

“After all,” he said, his voice softening, “there’s no reason I wouldn’t like someone who has traits similar to my girlfriend. That’s probably just my personal preference.”

"..."

She lowered her head, her purple hair falling down, trying to cover her burning cheeks and upturned lips.

Several seconds passed before he managed to squeeze out a muffled sound from his throat:

"......cunning."

"Senior, just keep...keep being this cunning!"

Chapter 216 An Unreliable Marriage Contract

Sunday's event is a one-person event; Asada will not participate, and Mori will not join either.

Just spending time with those two people yesterday felt like it took half my life to be taken away.

too tired.

For example, a fight broke out once in a restaurant over seating arrangements.

The overt and covert acts of courtesy wasted a lot of time, ending with Ito giving up his seat.

Although he received eye-rolls from both of them.

Fortunately, Asada had also exhausted all her energy yesterday, and when Ito went out today, she was still nestled in her smelly bed.

Haneda Airport

Ito glanced at his watch; he was already half an hour later than the time the other party had requested, but he hadn't expected to be so careless.

He has absolutely no sense of time, and it's a mystery how Yuriko Minamoto raised such a son.

They said they wanted to see me the moment I landed, but who knows what they were really up to?

She also said there was a big surprise waiting for her and that she absolutely had to come, followed by a selfie.

If the other party hadn't been so confident and hadn't brought up Yuriko Minamoto to intimidate him, Ito wouldn't have paid any attention to him.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Ito's patience completely ran out.

He frowned, glanced around the arrival hall one last time, and after confirming that the familiar yet troublesome figure was not there, he decisively turned around and prepared to leave.

The moment he took his first step, a cheerful shout pierced the airport from behind him:

"Hiruhito! Over here! Over here!"

Ito froze, and turned around.

In the crowd, a striking figure was waving his arms and running excitedly toward him.

Keihei Ito, his "father," is wearing a Hawaiian floral shirt, loose beach shorts, and exaggerated cat-eye sunglasses.

It was as if he hadn't stepped off a plane, but rather had just walked straight from a party on a tropical beach.

It was not only a source of headaches for him, but also one of the culprits that led to Yuriko's hospitalization.

While age is the main reason, the other person's contributions should not be ignored.

She started traveling the world when she was in elementary school, and then entrusted her children to Yuriko Minamoto to raise.

This is an absurd level of behavior that no parent could possibly achieve.

Two of them came at once...

Ito's lips twitched slightly.

He could even feel the curious, surprised, and even amused glances from the passengers around him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ito immediately turned around, quickened his pace, and wanted to get away from this moving source of visual pollution and noise as soon as possible.

What Ito Keihei? I don't know him.

"Hey! Wait for me! Yujin!" Seeing this, Ito Keihei shouted and quickened his pace, dragging his suitcase and clattering as he caught up.

......

"So you mean to say that I'm actually betrothed as a child?" Ito sat in the back seat of the taxi, looking solemnly at Ito Keihei beside him.

“Yes, I only recently remembered it myself.” Ito Keihei nodded.

"Was it her idea, or yours?" Ito muttered to himself. "It was probably her idea; I doubt you could come up with such a joke."

“I’m telling the truth.” Seeing that Ito didn’t believe him, Ito Keihei became a little anxious. “If the other party hadn’t wanted you two to develop a relationship and prepare for marriage in the future, I wouldn’t be here now.”

"Are you sure you didn't get sent back because you upset her?" Ito narrowed his eyes. "This isn't the first or second time this has happened."

“Uh…” Ito Keihei, having his secret exposed, tactically adjusted his sunglasses. “That’s part of the reason.”

"But that's not the key point. The key point is—son, you can get married now!"

"..."

Putting aside the question of why the word "marry" was used, the whole thing is eerie and came too suddenly.

Ito even suspected that the two of them were short of money, so they sold themselves at a low price.

This isn't the first or second time this has happened...

"I think I should tell Grandma Yuriko first." Ito took out his phone and pretended to make a call.

"No! Please don't!" Ito Keihei reached out and pressed down on the phone. "Your wedding is such a small matter, you don't need to trouble others."

It turns out that marrying a complete stranger is a minor matter...

“Well…” Ito put his phone away, “tell me what exactly happened, Mr. Keihei Ito.”

The taxi drove along the asphalt road, the scenery outside the window constantly changing, and Ito listened silently to Ito Keihei's explanation.

He finally understood what had happened; just as he had expected, he had been sold out...