Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

The idol's plan to get her figure back to its peak has never stopped!

"Ice, ice cold!" Asada immediately interrupted him, trying to argue with her twisted logic, "Ice has no calories! That's common sense! Besides, eating it just once shouldn't be a problem, right?"

What is the relationship between ice and calories? And what is this Asada's weight loss theory?

"According to your theory, then if you put a hamburger in the refrigerator, it will have no calories?" Ito said helplessly.

“Yes, that makes sense!” Asada nodded vigorously, as if defending some sacred scientific truth. “It’s just that it doesn’t taste very good this way; the bread crust has all hardened.”

"So, Ito, would you like to try a bite? I can share a little with you... just a tiny bit!" Seeing that Ito had no intention of agreeing, she tried to share a little as a bribe, which is called complicity in crime.

Ito shook his head helplessly, "No need."

He's not very interested in things that are too sweet or cloying.

Asada's eyebrows immediately drooped. "If you didn't want to eat it... then why did you eat the crepes the chairman gave you?"

The performance was a bit too deliberate... The sudden change of expression didn't have the desired effect.

It seems that Miss Idol needs to take some acting lessons.

However, Ito was still prepared to explain, not wanting anyone present to have any misunderstandings about him.

He opened his mouth, about to explain that it was entirely forced, when another hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

Mori smiled and scooped a spoonful of sundae from his own bowl, holding it to Ito's lips. "Hirujin-senpai, want to try some? Ah~"

Her movements were incredibly natural, as if it were just an ordinary interaction between a couple.

But Ito knew that the other party was just stirring things up!

Ito looked at the sundae covered in chocolate sauce and ice cream, then at Mori's violet eyes. He hesitated for a second, but still opened his mouth unconsciously.

There shouldn't be any major problems...

Almost at the same time, another hand holding a spoon suddenly reached out!

Asada swiftly scooped a spoonful from her own ice cream cake and, without a word, shoved it into Ito's mouth!

"Ugh!" Ito's mouth was simultaneously blocked by two spoons from different directions, each carrying a different "meaning," and the cool, sweet sensation exploded in his mouth.

Wait, what kind of punishment is this?!

"Pfft—" Sitting opposite her, Yoshida Nai was the first to burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth with her hand.

She nudged Ikeya Rin, who was engrossed in eating beside her, with her elbow and winked at her, signaling her to watch the good show.

Rin Iketani looked up, startled by the thrust, and glanced around blankly. She blinked expressionlessly, then...

She silently lowered her head again, continuing to focus on finishing the Black Forest cake in front of her, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

In the world of those who only eat rice, only rice matters.

Or perhaps it's because they haven't had a proper meal in a long time; they've clearly lost a lot of weight compared to before.

That damn bassist-eating-grass-law.

Fujikawa Kaze's eyes were red and bulging. He nudged Shinno next to him with his elbow, his tone full of envy from a single person, "Hey... Shinno, what do you think of this scene?"

Xinye didn't care about such things at all; his brows were furrowed at the moment. "Why... do I have to pay again in the end?"

Fujikawa Kaze: "......."

I didn't dare linger on this topic, because he was also one of the exploiters.

"Don't worry about such trivial things! Aren't you jealous?"

"No." Xinye glanced at it and said, "Aren't you tired of seeing it yet? You see it almost every day."

Yes, that's right.

Meanwhile, Ito, caught in the whirlpool of love, is currently struggling to swallow two different "sweet burdens" at the same time.

The ice cream slid down his throat, but what made his scalp tingle even more than the sweet taste was the gaze coming from both sides.

Agreeing to Asada's request to have dinner together was a completely wrong decision!

No, even calling Mori to put out the fire would be a mistake!

Mori's smile remained sweet, but her eyes seemed to say, "Try it if you dare to spit it out."

Asada puffed out her cheeks, sporting a stubborn expression that said, "You must treat me fairly."

Ito felt a throbbing sensation in his temples.

This is hell! Can't we just eat in peace?!

"How is it?" Mori asked, tilting his head.

"Is it good?" Asada followed up with an expectant look in her eyes, determined to compare and decide which was better.

When they all entered his mouth at the same time, the flavors mixed together. How would you rate that?

And in that situation just now...

Do they really have the mind to focus on the food?

He glanced at the group of guys around him who were clearly watching the commotion but weren't offering any help.

What a bunch of bastards who only know how to eat and cause trouble!

This isn't a dessert shop... this is a battlefield!

"...It's alright."

"Eh~? Is it just okay?" Mori drew out his words, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied, and scooped up another spoonful. "How about trying this?"

"Want to try some of mine too?" Asada immediately scooped up another large piece of cake, not to be outdone.

Ito looked at the two spoons handed to him again, his cheeks throbbing slightly.

Finally, this unexpected "feeding contest" came to a temporary end when the shop assistant came over with other desserts.

Taking advantage of the moment when the two were distracted, Ito quickly moved his chair back, trying to create a safe distance.

But it was clearly overthinking things. Fortunately, Asada and Mori seem to have reached a temporary truce.

Yoshida Nai and Eriri huddled together, whispering and laughing from time to time.

Rin Iketani......

Yes, she's still eating intently.

Ito raised his hand. "Let's talk about something serious!"

"What serious business is it? Getting married?" Mori teased.

"We can't get married!" Asada retorted.

"Let's get down to business." Ito tapped the table to get everyone's attention. "Director Otsuka, the director of the Tokyo Grand Theatre, contacted me yesterday."

Mentioning this name slightly changed the atmosphere at the table, making it a little more formal.

“He asked us to participate in an audition performance in three weeks,” Ito continued. “Although the performance at the Bluebird Theater has already been finalized, the results of this audition will directly affect the schedule and time slots for our performances there.”

"Three weeks later?" Yoshida Nai exclaimed immediately, "Isn't that just a short time after the final exams?!"

Ito ignored her complaints and turned his gaze to Eiriri, who was sitting quietly in the corner eating a matcha roll.

"Eiri, how's the props coming along? Are all the special items needed for 'Edo Yokai Romance Guide' sorted out?"

Yingyingli raised her head and pushed up her round, black-framed glasses without lenses.

"No problem! Most of the other props are finished, only the final painting and aging process remains. Three weeks is more than enough time!"

Ito nodded, slightly relieved.

Yingyingli is reliable in terms of props, after all, she is the only member of the film club this year.

As long as you avoid being led astray by others, the future is bright.

"As for the script," he said, looking at the others, "you're all familiar with the lines, right?"

Rin Iketani looked up from her strawberry parfait. "Hmm..."

Then he lowered his head and continued to immerse himself in the food, a look that was different from Asada's.

There was absolutely no appreciation for the food; it was more like they were having their last dinner.

Finally, Ito's gaze fell on Takikawa.

"Takikawa, can you really coordinate your schedule? What about the film crew...?"

He paused, recalling the scene he had witnessed when he visited the film set. It seemed that Takikawa's role was not as easy as she had described; in fact, it was a miracle that she had even mentioned it.

Director Hasegawa is known for his strict requirements.

"You wouldn't be squeezing in time for this or trying to escape..." Ito's words were cut short by a sharp glare from Takikawa.

The warning in his eyes was palpable, clearly saying, "If you ask one more question, you're dead."

Surrender... They all have such big tempers...

Takikawa put down his straw, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and then smiled. "My scenes are indeed relatively few, and they were all filmed ahead of schedule."

"Director Hase didn't have any other assignments for me, so he specially granted me leave. Is there a problem, Ito-kun?"

Ito immediately shook his head, understanding the situation, "No problem!"

He had no doubt that if he continued to question things, he might "accidentally" get splashed with coffee or encounter other more terrible "accidents" the next time they met.

They might even do something like the "perverted woman" thing they did last time; none of these guys are normal.

The serious matters were temporarily concluded, and a brief silence fell over the table.

There's still some time before returning to school, and going back now would be a waste of this hard-won opportunity. Ito doesn't want to go back and see Nagano Sae.

Thinking about what had happened before, he felt a headache coming on...

This guy has probably really been replaced by a fake.

Suddenly, Yoshida Nai mysteriously pulled a deck of cards from her pocket and slammed it onto the center of the table!

"Now it's time for a great game!" she said, shuffling the cards. "Let's play Truth or Dare. Whoever draws the highest card has to accept the punishment! The one who draws the lowest card has to come up with the question!"

Ito looked at the deck of cards that had suddenly appeared, and a certain possibility occurred to him. He frowned. "Wait... Yoshida, why do you carry playing cards with you?"

Yoshida Nai tossed her hair, looking like she was saying, "What's the big deal?"