Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

“Yujin,” Mori suddenly looked up, her violet eyes filled with a layer of mist, “I like you.”

Mori's trembling "I like you" still lingered in his ears. Before Ito could react, before his brain could even process this sudden confession...

She suddenly stood on tiptoe, cupped his face in her hands, and, being the proper girlfriend, closed her eyes and kissed him!

Whether it was a crisis or a declaration of sovereignty, it prompted her to take this action.

Under Yoshida Nai's gaze, under Asada's gaze.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Yoshida Nai's pupils suddenly contracted, and she thought to herself, "Oh no!" She turned to look at Asada on the stage.

really!

Asada Sakura felt as if her soul had been instantly ripped away, and she stood frozen in place, completely stunned.

She was still holding her guitar, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and the color drained from her face at a visible speed.

Those eyes, which were once bright and full of emotion and determination, were now frighteningly empty, devoid of any sparkle.

Asada has lost her spotlight.

But now it's a performance, on a stage, on Asada's own stage, with a microphone in hand.

"Thank you...to...my...partner...for...the...song..."

Her tone was flat and monotone, like a lagging machine trying to read a broken program, stammering with deep bitterness in her heart.

"Now, at this moment..."

She couldn't continue speaking, and just stared blankly at that corner, at Ito being kissed by Mori.

The whole world seemed to lose its color and sound before her eyes, leaving only that image.

The joy and schadenfreude vanished, replaced by an urge to rush down immediately.

It's broken... completely broken...

Yoshida Nai's heart sank to the bottom.

Ito, caught off guard by the sudden attack, was completely blank in his mind.

The soft touch on his lips and Mori's trembling, tearful eyelashes so close to his face completely stunned him.

Mori himself seemed to be startled by his own boldness; after the kiss, he froze, his mind going completely blank.

The three of them couldn't even muster a single, fully functional brain; they acted entirely on instinct.

Just then, on the stage, from the speakers connected to Asada's side, came a very faint thud, like a microphone being loosely released and then hitting its stand.

I don't know what to sing anymore; my head is completely messed up by my emotions.

Immediately afterwards, all sounds—Asada's breathing and unconscious murmurs—disappeared.

In Osawa Park, Asada's voice, which had been amplified by the speakers and lingered in everyone's ears, suddenly weakened.

The sudden silence caused the audience to look up, their faces showing confusion.

Although Asada's thank-you speech had been somewhat hesitant, they assumed it was due to a new style experiment or emotional outburst, but this sudden, complete silence was clearly something was amiss...

Ito snapped out of his daze at the unusual situation.

There's no time to deal with things with Mori; the situation is terrible right now.

problem occurs!

Asada's condition is definitely not right!

We can't let the situation get any worse. This idol girl is really something...

He gently pushed away Mori, who was still frozen in place, with an apologetic expression, and spoke very quickly, looking at Shinno, who was also stunned beside him.

"Where's the extra microphone?!"

"The car, the back of the car! In the toolbox!" Xinye was also confused by this sudden turn of events and answered subconsciously.

Ito rushed out, ran to the car parked not far away, opened the car door, and rummaged through the toolbox in the trunk to find a handheld microphone.

He grabbed the microphone, pressed the switch, and sprinted towards the stage, holding the microphone to his mouth as he went. His voice instantly resounded throughout the entire venue through the speakers.

"Now--!"

Chapter 234 "Open-air Music Festival Part Four"

Being temporarily dominated by one emotion requires the intervention of other emotions.

Platform 40, looking around, searching for the unfamiliar male voice coming from the speakers.

"I haven't heard that it's a performance by two people, and it's not shown on the performance list."

"The agent I was just talking about?"

The two female students from Hibiya Higher School looked at each other after hearing the voice.

"Is that Ito-senpai?"

"Ah."

As a prominent figure at Hibiya High School, there are even compilations of Ito's insults on the forum, so people are naturally familiar with his voice.

"Please look forward to what's to come..."

The words abruptly stopped, causing another commotion. Asada stood on the booth, staring blankly at Ito, whose path was blocked.

He stopped in his tracks and met those stubborn yet helpless eyes.

Mori shook her head, signaling Ito to relax, and handed him a mask that covered the upper half of his face.

"You have to do your best~ This is the only time you're allowed to do this." Mori muttered softly, trying to convince his conflicted heart.

He shoved the mask that covered half of his face into Ito's hand.

The mask has a very good texture; just by looking at it, you can tell it must be expensive.

“I’ve always been a jealous person.” Mori took a step back, his violet eyes giving Ito a deep look, his expression complex. “So when I feel threatened, I always have to assert my dominance.”

Perhaps there was a hint of expectation in Mori's eyes that she herself was unaware of.

"Really! This is the only time allowed, and it has to be for work." Mori repeated again.

After speaking, she slowly turned around, walked past Ito, and left. Her light purple bun swayed under the streetlights, and her figure appeared somewhat slender in the interplay of light and shadow. She quickly blended into the edge of the crowd.

Ito held the mask, watching her disappearing figure, following that direction.

Speechless...

Mori seemed to have anticipated this scene and that he would be on stage.

In some ways, she did understand Asada better than she did herself, and she also understood... him better.

This doesn't seem surprising, but...

Guilt is inevitable, and it's an inescapable, overt scheme.

Shaking off the jumbled thoughts in her mind, Ito took a deep breath and put on the simple mask that only covered her eyes.

It fits the skin perfectly; I don't know if it's just psychological or if it really has special effects.

Wearing it feels like it blocks out some of the noise from the outside world.

He picked up the microphone again, and his voice came through the speakers:

"Now—please look forward to our new song."

The song title wasn't announced, but when Asada heard it on stage, her body trembled, and she instantly guessed it. Her empty eyes turned into confusion!

The lines, composed of a jumbled sketch, swirled in the eye sockets.

what!what!what!

Do you want me to sing that song?!

At this time...

But Mori, Mori-sama...

Asada's gaze unconsciously followed the direction Mori had left, only to catch a blurry image of a figure blending into the crowd.

In this situation... a situation caused by his own loss of control, it is Ito who has to take the stage.

They might even sing that song with special meaning...

This is like she's taking advantage of someone's vulnerability and forcing them to make a choice—something only a bad kid would do!

Even if I win as a result, I feel absolutely no joy.

A strong sense of guilt and self-loathing welled up inside me.

She realized she was the one who had caused this awkward situation, and then she recalled Mori's dejected exit earlier...

That's not fair at all!

It's unfair to Mori, and it's unfair to Ito.

She even had the urge to stop Ito from taking the stage, but deep down she also longed for his presence and support.

She realized that... it seemed she really couldn't do it alone.

He couldn't even last half an hour on his own.

"Over there!" A sharp-eyed audience member spotted Ito walking quickly toward the stage; the microphone in his hand was too conspicuous.

"Is it that agent?"

"Is he going to go on stage too?"

"Will it be a duet?"

The two girls from Hibiya also looked over when they heard the sound. Although Ito was wearing a mask, his familiar figure and walking posture immediately confirmed his identity to them.

"It's Ito-senpai!"

"Ok!"

The wind rustled through the rows of trees in Daze Park, as if anticipating what was to come.