Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Steam rises from the head. Mononuclear cells are not allowed to have complex thinking. When logic becomes chaotic to a certain extent, one will always have random and nonsensical thoughts.

As Asada's best friend and love strategist, Yoshida Nai's mind was in complete turmoil from the moment Ito came to her rescue.

The unexpected plot development made her yell "Bastard!"

In front of his current girlfriend, he went on stage and sang love songs with other pretty girls, then kept babbling on and on. This didn't make Asada normal again; it just made her worse in a different way.

"Men who make music are all scum."

Chapter 235 "Open-Air Music Festival Part Five"

"神のまにまに向せのままに (Happiness that has not yet opened is at your side)"

........

The catchy melody made the listeners sway their heads and hum along softly.

But Mori couldn't be happy at all.

It's clearly a music festival, and besides, I want to develop into a talented idol, so the key is to do a good job as a singer first.

Singing and dancing is a bit of a waste of time, isn't it?

besides.....

Mori glanced at Shinno, who was looking at the crack in the floor. Before the two on stage could speak, Mori stepped forward, took the instrument, and handed over the headset.

Mori didn't believe it wasn't premeditated; no matter how pleasant the atmosphere was, she couldn't blend in.

I have never felt happy listening to them sing a duet.

Having used a strategy of retreating to advance, Mori had already prepared herself for the situation. She believed that no matter what, it wouldn't affect her mood too much.

"I'm a girl too, and I get jealous too."

This sentence was clearly meant to intensify the atmosphere of guilt, but it somehow backfired.

She was genuinely jealous.

Even if Ito really does care more about her, he still can't stand it no matter what.

Looking at the scene of Asada and Ito dancing together on booth number 40, my heart felt like it was being pricked by countless needles.

Bitterness, resentment, and even some bitterness.

Even though I kept telling myself that they were just colleagues, even though Ito said that he and Asada were just partners, but...

The favoritism is far too obvious.

She always wanted to pull Asada away from Ito, so that Ito, who was so afraid of trouble, would willingly deal with one troublesome thing after another.

She leaned almost entirely on Ito, on her boyfriend.

I envy her ability to rely on others...

This mentality is truly disgusting...

Would you like a drink?

Wearing a uniform, Yoshida Nai walked up to Mori, holding two drinks in her hands.

"Thank you."

"I don't know where Ito got it from, but it tastes surprisingly good. It's really not easy for him to send it for free."

"Yes."

Gently swirling her drink, Yoshida Nai looked at the junior student beside her. Although she didn't know what the other girl was thinking, it was just the usual annoyances and worries of youth.

It's also highly likely that this is inextricably linked to those two slow-witted guys on stage.

You can't offer words of comfort like "Ito won't cheat, Asada won't have an affair."

I can't guarantee that this won't happen. Asada is really deceiving himself right now. Who knows, one day he might suddenly shout the slogan "Solve the manager from the love trap" to make them break up.

As for Ito...

Instead of thinking he could use his manly courage to end it all, it's better to imagine Ito turning into a backstreet girl due to an accident.

"By the way, why did you fall for Ito?"

"Is this what Asada-senpai wants to ask?"

"No, it's me." Yoshida Nai took a sip of the water. Because of the added lemon, it wasn't too sweet. "I won't tell anyone else. This is a guarantee from my reliable senior."

"I don't know."

"what?"

"I don't know." Mori looked at Ito, who was walking backwards with Asada. "I don't know why I fell in love with Ito-senpai either."

“It’s not just a perfunctory response.” Admiral Mori finished his drink in one gulp, then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “Perhaps…perhaps Ito-senpai really did drug me.”

Yoshida Nai looked at the junior with light purple hair, her lips twitching. "It's best not to say anything like that. In order to prevent Ito from going in, I won't tell anyone either."

"It's troublesome."

The two people on stage were naturally unaware of the conversation and thoughts of the two people offstage.

Even if they knew, they would probably be too preoccupied with the music and stage lights to notice anything else.

Asada suddenly suggested singing "God's Drifting Waves," and Ito was completely drafted at the last minute, so he reluctantly followed along and danced this kind of otaku dance.

As for the singing part? Let's leave him alone.

If we can save some effort, we should. This is, after all, the stage for Miss Idol, and it's only right to give her the spotlight.

but.......

What on earth is this guy doing?

While keeping an eye on his movements, Ito couldn't help but glance at Asada out of the corner of his eye.

Her movements were ridiculously wrong; she had absolutely no sense of being the center of attention, and her rhythm was off by half a beat.

He used to sing like he was the North Star.

While singing and dancing at the same time is indeed difficult, it doesn't have to be like this, does it?

It was as if his soul had left his body—no, that's a nicer way of putting it; it was like Pigsy encountering a spider demon taking a bath.

If Ito hadn't been constantly paying attention to her movements and adjusting his position in time, the two of them would probably have tripped up and ended up wrestling on stage.

In any case, someone will have to pay the price for this.

Moreover, her long, jet-black hair was only held in place by a silver mother-of-pearl cherry blossom headdress, but under the combined assault of the not-so-gentle wind in Osawa Park tonight and the somewhat intense dance moves, it was already at its limit.

She had no chance to resist. Strands of hair brushed against her cheeks and neck, and even brushed against Ito's face several times, carrying a slightly itchy touch and the faint scent of sweat emanating from her body.

This is terrible!!!

Ito reluctantly turned to the side, dodging yet another attack of hair.

When he sang "大きな花を天までトくくらいの！ (The flowers are so vast they reach the sky!)," he completed his last, somewhat hasty, closing move, taking a few steps back to create a safe distance between himself and her.

Another song has ended.

The atmosphere in the audience was noticeably more enthusiastic and relaxed than before.

It wasn't a new song or a very difficult one, and quite a few people sang along.

I originally wanted to take a breather during the brief interval between the two songs and remind Asada to adjust her state, but I saw that she had already gripped the microphone again and brought it to her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

Acknowledgments?

To liven up the atmosphere?

Asada?

How can it be!

Given Asada's current distracted state, coupled with her inherently poor impromptu speaking skills, Ito will definitely start the next song immediately.

Now we're on "God's Drifting With the Current," so what's next?

God knows what song she'll shout out!

Thinking of this, Ito almost reflexively stepped forward, pressed down on her hand holding the microphone, and quickly snatched the headset from her hand.

In order for Miss Idol to conserve her energy to complete the entire performance, there can be no room for error.

"I...Ito?" Asada raised his head blankly, his eyes still somewhat unfocused.

Ito was actually half right; Asada did indeed want to start the next round quickly.

She numbed herself by dancing and singing non-stop, filling every second with music and exhaustion, so that the messy, upsetting thoughts in her mind wouldn't have a chance to surface.

In just a short while, words like "marriage" and "bad boy" have resurfaced.

Even so, it seems to have had little effect.

On the contrary... the more I saw Ito on stage, the more I realized that there were only the two of them now, and only the two of them on stage.

Those thoughts only fueled her headache, making her feel like her mind was being extinguished.

This shouldn't have happened...

There has never been such severe internal strife before...

really.......

Was it some strange drug that Ito, that cunning guy, secretly gave her while they were living together? That's why she's acting so strangely!

"Wake up." Ito lowered his voice, looking at her confused yet stubborn appearance.

Asada's chest heaved slightly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of damp hair clung to his cheeks and neck, making him look somewhat disheveled.

"I'm awake." As if to prove herself, Asada raised her hand and slapped her cheek hard.

"It's Ito, you should wake up!" she muttered softly, a hint of resentment in her voice, before reaching out to Ito again. "Now, I want to sing."

Ito raised the headset so she couldn't reach it, then turned around to face the curious audience below, quickly switching back to his professional smile.

"If you enjoyed the song just now, we would be very grateful," he said through the handheld microphone.

"However, I'm actually a little curious," he paused slightly, successfully drawing everyone's attention, "how many of you in the audience know about our group?"