Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Behind her stood the gentle-smiling Saionji Chizuru.

Saionji Chizuru smiled and waved to the three who were clearly petrified, especially Ito, who was in the lead, and greeted them in a gentle tone.

"Did Ito-san come here specifically to welcome Sae?"

Ito didn't dare look at the other person's and Nagano Sae's faces. From the angle of her crouching position, she could only see the few plastic bags with "Jingogo" printed on them.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of the activity room, although Asada, Mori, and Takikawa seemed to be still engaged in "internal strife," their eyes never left Ito, who had been wandering off.

From their perspective, the three sneaking away figures were now, with somewhat bizarre and even comical movements, like a video rewinding, slowly and stiffly, backing into their line of sight.

Then, they also saw Nagano Sae and Saionji Chizuru appear around the corner.

Before Nagano Sae could even explain, Saionji Chizuru had already smiled and picked up the plastic bag in her hand, uttering words in her uniquely gentle, almost drowningly soft voice that were enough to make everyone present's hearts stop:

"Sae is always worried about her husband, so we just stopped by to visit him on set~"

Husband...?!

Xia Rikui, Xinye Naoto, and Fujikawa Kaze, who had just been trying to pretend they didn't exist, suddenly widened their eyes and almost simultaneously covered their ears with their hands.

“I didn’t hear anything,” “I don’t exist,” “This must be a hallucination” were now tangible on their faces.

Summer Sunflower loves to have fun, but not the kind of fun that could jeopardize her career. She's a fashion designer!

However, what shocked them even more was not that Nagano Sae admitted it, but that under their unclosed gazes, she actually... nodded!

She tacitly agreed! She actually tacitly agreed to what Saionji Chizuru said!

Hallucination! Help!

As for Ito, who was involved in the incident, he slowly stood up. His brain was instantly deprived of oxygen, and he felt a blackout before his eyes, and he was tilted to one side.

"Are you alright?"

He was helped up, but Ito was unmoved. He glanced calmly at Nagano Sae, who was also expressionless, and almost laughed.

It would be better to just faint right now; that would be the best option.

I've never looked forward to class so much!

Just kill him... If you have no experience in love, don't pretend to be a seasoned strategist!

Chapter 230 "Open-Air Music Festival Part 1"

Is this what they call majority violence? It's terrifying.

When Asada was dressed up like a Barbie doll, she couldn't even offer a single opinion.

If you say it looks good, you'll be accused of being "perfunctory." If you think it's good, you'll be accused of being "unintentional."

In any case, as long as Ito exists in front of those other three people, he will fall into an unknown hell.

Two days have passed since Saionji Chizuru made those frivolous remarks. Fortunately, everyone present was intelligent enough to understand that Ito and Nagano Sae had absolutely no romantic relationship.

As for disputes involving husbands and wives, they have successfully convinced themselves, filling the void with false memories such as being in a bad state or still dreaming.

"Ito, no one else will be here to keep you company except me." Fujikawa, the blond-haired guy, was unusually free.

"I don't need your company."

"It's best to avoid saying things that don't reflect your true feelings. Otherwise, it will create a rift in our deep friendship."

Fujikawa stood next to Ito, looking around at the opposite sex passing by. There were still three hours before the performance started.

"I hope you're not trying to take advantage of my 'insider' status to meet girls. While there are plenty of booths for teen idols, neither their managers nor the security guards will let you succeed."

"Hey!"

Fujikawa Kaze looked at Ito's indifferent attitude and said, "It's infuriating that you're saying this! You're the one who's always involved in the #MeToo movement."

"The forums will prove my innocence." Ito didn't explain further, carefully examining the audio equipment and other devices.

"I know that guys like you who play music are all scumbags, but I never expected that you would be secretly flirting with so many beautiful girls. You have absolutely no shame!"

“Jealousy.” Ito stood up and walked to the next speaker.

"Jealousy?" Fujikawa almost laughed out of anger. He was the president of a film club and a member of the disciplinary committee. Why would he be jealous of Ito just because the other woman had good luck with women?

How can it be!

"If you really have nothing better to do, then please go and buy me some rice balls, with salmon mayonnaise flavor."

"No." Fujikawa refused decisively; he had important business to attend to here.

"Then I really have to call security to kick you out, sir, you're a tourist who has trespassed before opening hours."

"..." Fujikawa looked at Ito instantly, his expression constantly changing, but the disbelief in his eyes remained.

I never expected Ito to be this kind of guy.

"need......"

Fujikawa, who was about to complain a few more times, stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.

His expression instantly became complicated, his demeanor turned extremely serious, and he even seemed to want to get rid of Ito.

Following Fujikawa's gaze, Ito saw Yoshida Nai, the love strategist, and Asada Masashi standing under the shade of a tree by the roadside. Asada Masashi was tearing open a rice ball package from a convenience store, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Salmon mayonnaise is truly a product of human ingenuity, and I would like to award the Asada Prize to its inventor."

A breeze blew from somewhere, ruffling Asada's hair, and a satisfied smile spread across Asada's face under the shade of the tree.

"Good afternoon, Asada-san!" Fujikawa walked over, trying to blend into the group of girls.

But as it turns out, if you can't fit into a circle, you'll never fit into it. Before long, he was slinked back to Ito's place.

“Ito, I think you need my help.” Fujikawa radiated a righteous light.

"roll."

"Row."

Fujikawa adjusted his direction and went to a secluded corner to squat down in isolation.

"Good afternoon, Hisahito!"

Mori came from the corner of the intersection, excitedly ran towards Ito, and threw herself into his arms.

"Mmm~" She buried her face deep into Ito's clothes, inhaling the reassuring scent emanating from him.

"Good afternoon, Mori. But speaking of which, aren't you getting a little too excited? This is a public place."

"I want my girlfriend to act cute and affectionate, which should be a part of our daily interactions. This is also preparation for our future marriage~"

It's normal to act cute, but Asada's gaze was clearly off. Doing something like this before a music festival performance will definitely affect the show!

"There's still a long time before the show starts. I can understand why Yoshida Nai came, but why did you come too?"

Mori's soft body descended from beneath Ito, and he raised his left hand, loudly clasping it together, saying, "A wife can also help her husband's career."

Ito had already refused, stating that he had no intention of getting married and that even if forced into marriage, he would treat it as a debt. He had said the same thing to the others.

However, it's completely useless.

Mori still acts like a wife in every way, spouting the violent rhetoric that boyfriends and girlfriends will eventually get married, leaving Ito speechless.

Asada, on the other hand, said that she had never really considered being with Ito, and that everything was for the sake of the team's future development, but she would also remind Ito from time to time to reduce or even avoid having contact with other women.

As for Nagano Sae...

By threatening to impose additional interest, they successfully silenced Ito.

“Everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared, and there’s nothing else…” Ito suddenly thought of something and looked Mori up and down.

I'm a little over 1.6 meters tall, and it fits me perfectly.

"Oh, that's so risqué~" Mori said in a flippant tone, "You can't think about that kind of thing right now."

Ito: "..."

Mori is broken.

"I-Fuji-!"

The enraged Pokémon shoved a piece of sushi into its mouth and walked toward Itō. Before that, Itō had seen Yoshida whispering in Asada's ear.

Miss Idol has been bewitched again.

"It's working hours now, slacking off will result in a deduction from your salary!"

"I pay your salary."

Ito has always firmly controlled the finances.

"If we don't work hard, our team will be surpassed!"

"Our booth at this music festival was probably the worst. And right now, it's all thanks to you, Asada, isn't it? My work is almost done."

To be surpassed?

Are you saying that a team participating for the first time without much prior preparation can outperform teams that have been immersed in the sport for many years?

Although Ito felt it wasn't entirely impossible, seeing Asada's frustrated expression was quite amusing.

"Uh, then..." Miss Idol was somewhat speechless.

"Stop with this and that. Asada, shouldn't you be warming up, practicing your voice, or reviewing the sheet music right now?"

"Huh?!" Asada stepped back in embarrassment.

What cute creature is making that sound now...?

It seems that Miss Idol has a wide range of interests.

"Regardless, I still have to remind you, Asada." Ito pointed at Asada, or more accurately, at the trash behind Asada, "This kind of behavior should not exist, whether it's for the sake of fines or the image of an entertainer."

"I...I was just about to pick it up," Asada muttered softly, bending down to pick up the trash and then tossing it at Ito. "I need to get ready."

"Could you please take out the trash for me, Mr. Agent?"

There was no need to be so harsh... He didn't do anything wrong.

Yoshida Nai shook her head and followed Asada away; clearly, neither of the two guests, male nor female, had satisfied her.

"Now it's just the two of us in our own little world," Mori said, peeking out.