Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

As a common expression of a bad mood, the long phrase "So annoying, so annoying, so annoying," accompanied by a catchy tune, releases suppressed emotions.

In an instant, it completely drowned out the surrounding sentimental songs, drawing the attention of all the wandering listeners.

Silly.

The audience was stunned.

This wasn't the first time we'd heard this song, especially the students from Hibiya. Asada and Takikawa sang it together at the school festival.

But this is no longer a showcase, nor an attempt to realize a dream, nor is it something to sing for some guy.

It's about venting! Venting all the frustrations!

The two girls, led by Mori, swayed to the rhythm, their bodies moving more freely, their hearts filled with a resonance with the lyrics.

The test that just ended, the education that just ended, and the final exams that are about to begin.

Living at Hibiya High School, where the deviation score is 70, one is surrounded by invisible pressure and constantly ponders how to manage interpersonal relationships...

"So annoying!" A girl shouted into the night, her voice trembling with relief.

"So annoying!" her companion yelled back, waving her glow stick vigorously.

The night breeze ruffled Asada's hair, and the silver mother-of-pearl cherry blossom headdress on her hair was also blown up, just like the emotions Asada could no longer suppress at this moment.

Whether it was the function of the leg ring or simply her personality, in Ito's eyes, Asada had gone mad...

Hearing the thunderous roar from the audience, which had completely ignited the crowd, he clenched his fists tightly.

Plan? Risk?

At this moment, everyone seemed to be completely overwhelmed by the magic that Asada exuded on the stage.

“Crazy…” Ito murmured softly, but a proud smile slowly crept onto his lips uncontrollably.

"Then... let's go all the way!"

Mori looked up at the sound from his side, his eyes filled with a hint of bitterness.

"What's the story about the news?"

Roaring, Asada leaned back slightly, matching the rising pitch, "うっせぇうっせぇうっせぇわ!" appeared repeatedly.

"It's about the same as アタシもだけど!" (Maybe I'm the same...)

Every lyric, every sentence, may seem like a negative question, but they are all preparations for emotional catharsis.

There are slight pauses between the lyrics, the right hand quickly sweeps across the strings, leaving a pause for one beat, and then...

"No problem!" (No! Everything is fine, I don't have a problem!)

Asada lifted the guitar high above his head, then the headstock slammed down hard, causing the pitch to soar.

The second song has ended.

Some people in the audience went crazy too!

In response to Asada's words, "Whatever, I have no problem!" and the heavy thud of the guitar, the crowd erupted in a deafening roar!

"うっせぇうっせぇうっせぇわ——!"

The Hibiya students in the front row completely abandoned their composure as top students and shouted towards the stage. As the lights flashed, Ito saw Asada smile.

A fervent and flamboyant smile appeared on Asada's face as she basked in the cheers from the audience; even the clamor of the wind seemed to stand still for her at that moment.

After pausing for about half a minute, Asada picked up the microphone again. The audience below the stage grew larger and larger, almost completely filling the surrounding booths.

But Asada was still not satisfied!

Ito knew from watching the other person's movements that the next round of revelry was about to begin.

"Next—"

Next.

"Shouting with all my might"

"Shouting at the top of one's lungs"?!

As the soothing intro slowly begins, Asada gently strokes the guitar, creating a light and melodious rhythm like a love poem.

Coupled with her candid description, which contrasts sharply with the previous style, Asada's gaze is focused on the night star.

"Unripe"

"无ジョウ" (merciless)

Just as the nearby booths breathed a sigh of relief, and just when the audience thought they could take a short break,

"されど"（But）"

A heavy hammer blow shattered the calm surface of the lake with the deep-sea bomb.

"美しくあれ(so beautiful)"

The pitch rose rapidly, the audience craned their necks, and the Hibiya students' eyes revealed excitement.

The accompaniment is blank, and amidst the drawn-out lyrics, a sudden burst of rapid drumbeats begins, followed by a jarring guitar riff.

Ito couldn't help but be drawn to the dazzling figure on stage. Just then, he heard the sound of tires rolling on the ground and a car turning off.

Xinye jumped out of the car, pointed to the stereo in the back of the car, and then made an "OK" sign.

"Everything is arranged. You can begin."

"Thanks," Ito stepped forward and patted Shinno on the chest.

The two worked together to move the speakers to the vicinity of the booth to ensure a connection and maximize sound diffusion.

“I didn’t think it would go so smoothly. Doing this is unfair to the other booths.” Xinye put down the last speaker.

"And then?" Ito squatted down, holding the thread in his hand. "So, because it seemed appropriate, I agreed."

There are two explanations. One is that they had no choice; their songs and emotions couldn't compare to Asada's. They only had loyal fans standing in the audience, so they might as well go with the flow.

Looking at the huge differences between the booths, Xinye said, "Another reason is that they also want to see how far newcomers can go in their first open-air music festival."

"Helping fellow enthusiasts is exactly what you musicians love to do."

"My younger self?"

"You could say that."

"Asada won't let them down." Ito pressed the power switch on the stereo, a piercing electrical hum filled the air, and then—

"もう　, 　 by　 by by by by of the time. . . . . .. "

Asada's unique voice emanated from within, echoing through Osawa Park tonight.

"I hate it halfway (I hate ambiguity the most)"

Satisfied with the equipment Shinno found, and satisfied with Asada's performance, if things are going to get crazy, then let's get even crazier.

"もういい(Enough)"

The crowd was spontaneously drawn to the sound, and people gradually gathered towards that secluded corner.

A rise in pitch!

Now it's Asada's stage!

"ああしてこうして言ってたって(Even if I tell you this or that,)"

........

"何度使い古すのか？ (How long do you plan to use it?)"

Shinno suddenly looked at Ito, "I think I understand why you chose Asada."

"Choose Asada?" Ito's gaze remained fixed on Asada. "No, actually, she chose me."

"A two-way journey?"

"You're not allowed to answer that question!" Mori suddenly appeared and covered Ito's mouth.

The conversation ended there, with Asada's singing serving as background noise.

"Heel holding the upper part of the word 葉タブーにして (and all those words that make people's hearts beat should be taboo)"

........

(I've been using Japanese social media apps for the past few months. This person is a high school freshman. When we chat on voice messages, they seem happy and lively. But most of their posts are filled with worries. This isn't an isolated case; there are many!!! It's completely beyond my expectations!!!)

Chapter 233 "Open-Air Music Festival Part Three"

"Umbrella is closed, please put it away and go back in the rain."

.......

As the third song ended, the atmosphere reached its peak, and the fans below showed no sign of leaving, remaining fixated on this secluded booth number forty.

Asada was panting heavily, his eyes turning to the booth next door. The disdain in the other person's gaze had completely disappeared, replaced by helplessness and resignation.

Knowing the organizers, what more can I say...?

Suddenly, the sound effects increased, and her own singing rang out in Osawa Park. This time, Asada didn't immediately start the next song; she looked around.

Asada's gaze swept across the audience, noticing the speakers that had appeared out of nowhere—under the streetlights, beside the bushes, and even further away...

They were scattered around her booth, amplifying her voice many times over and carrying it to every corner of Daze Park.

This is blatant cheating; no wonder the other booth looked so acquiescing.

It was probably Ito's doing, with the help of Shinno.

Then my gaze fell upon Fujikawa Kaze and Yoshida Nai, busily handing out drinks to the newly arriving audience, and then upon Niino Naoto, standing not far away, giving her a thumbs-up...

Then, her gaze suddenly fixed on a corner, her grip on the microphone tightened, and she exuded a dangerous aura.

The two girls in the front row felt a sense of dread.

Why does Mori hold onto Ito's arm so tightly during his performance?

She was practically glued to him!

Now it's performance time, so what's with the talk of love?