Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

What's the difference between saying nothing and not saying anything? Instead, it planted a seed in Ito's heart, a knot that would remain there until it was investigated.

Mysteriously and successfully whiling away Ito's lunch break, Ito had reason to suspect that this was Totsugi-sensei's purpose.

"Ito, what are you thinking about? Why are you so serious?" Ito happened to run into Yoshida Nai, who was coming out of the bathroom. She winked and said, "Was it the stimulation that Sakura gave you last night that almost made you lose control?"

As Yoshida Nai spoke, she raised her head as if to take credit, "Thank me! This was all my idea."

Ito: "..."

Looking at the instigator who had taken the initiative to step forward, Ito narrowed his eyes. His tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"So you told Asada that I abandoned her? So you were the one who molded Asada into that kind of person? So it was all your idea?"

"Button offensive," "invitation to bathe together"...

“Uh…” Yoshida Nai felt a little strange, but she still nodded, after all, no man should dislike such behavior. “I taught him to do it.”

But she clearly forgot the premise of all this.

If it were just between Ito and himself, Ito might actually have those kinds of thoughts... but with Mori present, the meaning changes.

That was a series of steps that pushed Ito into the abyss, into the abyss called love.

There was no sweetness at all; instead, it was a constant struggle between life and death.

Looking at Yoshida Nai's smug and self-satisfied expression, Ito had already labeled her in his mind as a "troublemaker" and someone who "must be kept away from Asada."

With someone like that around Asada, it's only a matter of time before he's corrupted.

Although it's possible that Asada has been corrupted.

Regardless of what he was thinking inside, on the surface he remained calm, even managing a slightly helpless yet gentle smile.

The pitiful state of the innocent second male lead in the TV series.

“Speaking of which,” he began, as if chatting casually with a friend, “I feel like Asada is a little… different lately. Suddenly, I feel like I don’t even recognize her anymore.”

“I don’t know what to do either. She didn’t tell me anything about Asada being a very important person.”

His words conveyed just the right amount of confusion and concern: "So, has something happened to her lately? She seems preoccupied."

Ito cleverly avoided directly questioning about the cheating incident, attempting to approach the issue from the sidelines in hopes of getting some information out of Yoshida Nai.

After all, everyone else kept quiet about it, while Mori was like a little devil asking, "What are you willing to do for this, Hisahito?" Unless absolutely necessary, one couldn't compromise with Mori.

As for the person in front of us, he is clearly a deep participant.

Sure enough, when Yoshida Nai heard this, her eyes began to dart away, and she subconsciously touched her nose. Her previous smugness dissipated instantly, replaced by obvious guilt.

She chuckled dryly twice, subtly taking a step back: "Ahaha... Is that so? Sakura is just like that, simple-minded, a little silly..."

"Um, I have something to do, I'll be going now!" After saying that, she turned around and tried to slip away, as if afraid of being caught and questioned by Ito.

"Wait..." Ito was about to call out to her when Yoshida Nai, like a startled rabbit, suddenly quickened her pace and disappeared around the corner of the corridor, leaving only a single sentence:

"It's good that you have this intention! Don't worry about the rest!"

Ito frowned as he watched her flee in panic, but ultimately did not chase after her.

Many classmates were already looking over curiously. If he made any more noise now, all sorts of strange rumors would probably appear on the campus forum tomorrow, which would definitely affect his plan to invite classmates to the music festival to support Asada.

Just as he was sighing inwardly, feeling that the clues had gone cold again, another figure came running breathlessly from the other end of the corridor.

"I-Ito!"

It was Asada, her cheeks flushed red from running. She stopped in front of Ito, hands on her knees, panting heavily, but her eyes were full of excitement.

"Clothing! Clothing!" She caught her breath, looked up, and exclaimed excitedly, "It's solved!"

Ito's gaze unconsciously drifted past her shoulder and toward the direction she had run from.

Sure enough, at the corner of the corridor, Yoshida Nai peeked out furtively. When she saw Ito looking over, she immediately gave him a thumbs up, her face showing a smug expression that said, "Praise me!"

But he quickly retreated in fear, concealing his merits and fame.

Ito's lips twitched slightly.

He was determined to keep Asada away from "dangerous individuals"!

Chapter 228 "The Rules of Love That Shouldn't Be Taught by Bad Friends"

Asada led her to the so-called treasure trove containing countless costumes, passing through many crowds along the way.

During this time, Ito asked Asada more than once about the source of the clothing, or about the scandal.

But Asada remained silent on the matter, especially regarding the cheating scandal, and even retorted to Ito, "Ito, you're meddling a bit too much!"

Hibiya Higher School is very large, and there are some places that Ito has never been to before, including this location.

They stopped in front of a classroom, or rather, an old school building, where the doorplate still bore the marks of the previous owner.

However, the mark was smudged, and Ito couldn't clearly see what was written.

"We're here." Asada released Ito's hand and knocked on the door with her fingers.

At the same time, a soft rustling sound came from inside the room.

Is there anything unclean about it?

As Ito thought this, he looked around at his surroundings. Tender little grasses were growing in the cracks between the bricks, and the windows were covered with a layer of dust.

Even if such clothing were available for a music festival, Ito wouldn't dare give it to someone like that...

Okay, free is always the best.

"Ito, close your eyes!" Asada suddenly stood between Ito and the sliding door, looking up with a serious expression.

"If I didn't tell you to open your eyes, you absolutely must not open them!"

If you're that worried, it's safest to cover his eyes with an eye mask or something similar. Or you could stand on tiptoe and cover your own eyes with your hands; that's another option.

But considering the height difference between Idol Girl and Ito, and the fact that she kept covering her eyes, she would probably be the one who couldn't take it anymore.

"Did you hear me? Answer me." Asada raised her hand and waved it in front of Ito.

"Alright." Ito nodded helplessly, figuring this guy didn't have the ability to deal with him.

Seeing that Ito agreed, Asada turned around, placed his hand on the handle of the sliding door, and was about to pull it when he stopped and turned back to stare at Ito, who had his eyes wide open, with a serious expression.

"Okay, okay, okay." Ito surrendered and closed his eyes.

After waiting a while longer and seeing that Ito hadn't made any other moves, Asada finally opened the sliding door with peace of mind.

Because of her understanding of Ito, she would turn around and observe for a while after each pull, which caused her actions, which were supposed to be quick, to take up a lot of time.

"clang!"

The sliding door slammed against the other side frame, signifying that the activity room was officially unlocked.

"Don't open your eyes!" Asada shouted again, stopping Ito, who was trying to peep.

Why be so defensive...?

Ito's doubts deepened, and he became even more curious about the items in the activity room.

After waiting for quite some time, Asada remained silent and showed no intention of taking him inside, so Ito simply stood there at the door.

Just as Ito was about to peek again to make sure Asada was alright and to protect his partner, his left hand was taken by someone.

That hand was soft, but somewhat cold.

"Asada?" Ito was a little unsure because the feel was different.

The person leading Ito forward did not speak, but quietly walked into the activity room and to the center of the room.

The hand that was holding Ito's hand let go.

"Asada?"

"I'm here."

The sound came from Ito's left front, but when he let go, it was clearly from his right.

"You can open your eyes now, Ito."

Ito slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the slightly dim light in the activity room.

The windows were mostly covered by heavy curtains, with only a few rays of light filtering through the gaps, outlining the tiny dust particles floating in the air.

A breeze blew in through an unknown gap, gently stirring the curtains.

His gaze first fell on Asada, who was standing to his left, his face showing a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

But Ito also sensed a subtle dissatisfaction in it.

However, the next second, his gaze was involuntarily drawn to the figure on his right.

Chinatsu Mori stood there.

It wasn't a school uniform, but rather an outfit that was excessively sweet.

White slouch socks paired with a fluffy short skirt, a cute top with lace trim, and even her hair was carefully styled into a softer look.

She looked like a heroine straight out of a sweet shoujo manga, completely out of place in this slightly run-down activity room.

"Is it pretty, Hisahito?" Moriue deliberately twirled in front of Ito.

But before Ito could answer, a mocking voice came from behind him.

"Hey! Are you staring blankly?"

Ito snapped out of his daze and quickly turned his head away.

Takikawa was standing not far behind him, leaning against an old cabinet.

Her outfit created a stark contrast to Mori's; fishnet stockings paired with boldly cut and highly designed clothing gave her an aggressive and energetic cool and sexy vibe.

"Not bad, right?" Takikawa curled his lips into a smile, a hint of confidence and provocation in his expression, and gestured with his chin toward Ito.

It's truly amazing.

Takikawa was already outstanding in appearance, and this outfit amplified her advantages to the extreme.

But Ito was only briefly amazed before his gaze quickly shifted from Takikawa to Asada, who was to his left.

He frowned slightly, his tone carrying confirmation and a hint of barely perceptible helplessness: