I push the kid!

"What did you say?"

"Finished asking."

“Now that you’ve asked me…” She suddenly lowered her voice, “Then come pick me up, Makura.”

There was silence on both sides for a while, about fifteen seconds, and Ogura Tomoki asked anxiously, "Why are you not talking, Makimura?"

"Wait for me." Makimura Taku said, and clicked on the message sent by Hoshino Ai on LINE.

"My part-time job is over, Makimura!" Hoshino Ai said in the chat box, "Can you come to Ochanomizu in the afternoon? We are all here! Watanabe, Ninomiya, Takamine."

"I'm sorry." said Taku Makimura.

"What?" As soon as he finished speaking, Ogura Yuki immediately asked, "Are you trying to say that you can't come?"

"Well..." Makimura Taku looked at the blue sky with a few white and thick clouds floating in it, "I have other things to do later, can you come back by yourself?"

"Are you thinking of saying you can't come?"

"Definitely next time."

"Are you thinking you can't come..." she whispered again.

"Yes." Makimura Takuya said softly, "I'm afraid it won't work today."

She was silent for a while: "What?"

"Excuse me."

"No, no need to apologize," she said, "I didn't expect you to come pick me up. I was just testing you. You really are like this."

"Can you come back by yourself?" Taku Makimura just asked.

"There's a special car coming to pick me up, so I don't need you at all."

"That's good."

"Not at all. Not at all."

"Because you couldn't order me around?"

"Yes."

"I let you down."

"Yeah," she said.

"Be careful on the road," Taku Makimura told her.

"If there's a car accident, you're fully responsible."

"No, I promise."

"You haven't even come yet, what guarantee can you give?"

"Anyway, I promise." said Taku Makimura.

"But that's not what I want to hear." She murmured, and then cursed loudly, "You are such an idiot, Makimura Taku!"

The call ended here and nothing more could be heard.

It was a little after 3:10 in Ochanomizu, a coffee shop specializing in American coffee.

Taku Makimura sat in the corner, Mai Watanabe and Ai Hoshino sat opposite him, and the three of them ordered a cup of coffee each.

"Sanae and Ritsuko should be here soon," said Mai Watanabe, "Order a drink for them too."

"Okay." Hoshino Ai called the waiter and ordered two more cups of coffee, "Thank you."

"Wait a moment." The waiter left.

"Where did they go?" Makimura Taku asked casually.

"Ninomiya fell and got hurt," Hoshino Ai explained, "Takamine took her to the pharmacy to buy medicine."

Makimura Taku glanced at the wound on his hand and asked, "How did you fall?"

"Fall on the ground!" said Mai Watanabe.

“That’s too careless.”

"After all, she is Ritsuko," she shrugged like an elder, "Whatever happened to her, it's understandable."

Makimura Taku felt that the words seemed to have changed in her mouth: "You are not much better, are you?"

Mai Watanabe frowned: "The person who said that is too hateful."

Hoshino Ai looked at them with a smile.

Chapter 66: Mai Watanabe's Plan

Chapter 66: Mai Watanabe's Plan

Sanae Takamine is back, with Ritsuko Ninomiya beside her.

The two of them were looking around from the doorway, and Makimura Taku was just able to see them, so he raised his hand to signal.

Mai Watanabe, who was originally talking about underground idols, turned her head and looked over.

She stood up from her seat and called out their nicknames loudly, and the five of them sat down around the rectangular beech table.

Ritsuko Ninomiya was indeed injured.

She was wearing a plain floral dress that just showed her knees, which were bandaged with gauze and some blood seeping from underneath.

When Taku Makimura asked her if it was serious, she smiled unnaturally and said it was okay.

"It doesn't look like it's okay, Ritsuko." Watanabe Mai said, "Is it really okay?"

Gao Feng Sanae said calmly from the side: "I think you should not go on stage for tonight's performance. Just rest backstage today."

"Yeah." Hoshino Ai said.

Ninomiya Ritsuko hesitated: "But this is B Komachi's first performance as an underground idol, I..."

"It's not like there won't be future performance opportunities!" Mai Watanabe said, stretching her arms forward, a gesture she took as encouragement.

"That's what I said."

"Just treat it as a day of rest." Takamine Sanae took a sip of coffee.

Hearing this, Ritsuko Ninomiya just lowered her head in silence and sat like a good girl.

She put her hands on her skirt and stared at it. After a while, she nodded and agreed softly.

Mai Watanabe said, that's right, if you are injured you should rest well, people who force themselves are the stupidest.

After she finished speaking, she nodded to herself, making sounds of approval.

Takamine Sanae followed up her words with a mocking remark, saying that you had a fever but still went to training, so you have no right to say such things. Watanabe Mai was petrified instantly.

Ninomiya Ritsuko was a little sad at first, but now she almost laughed. Hoshino Ai also joked that Watanabe should have reflected on himself a long time ago.

Mai Watanabe looked embarrassed, but in fact she didn't feel any disgust at all about such words.

As long as she can stay with everyone in B Komachi and have the opportunity to perform on stage, she will be satisfied.

The five people chatted for a while in the small coffee shop.

The sun was rising outside the window and would probably set in more than an hour.

The sunlight slanted through the glass, illuminating the bodies of several of them, and the shadows of the coffee cups were long and thin.

After talking about part-time jobs, Mai Watanabe continued the topic of underground idols that she had left off previously.

"Speaking of which, the competition among underground idols is too fierce nowadays," she complained. "It takes a long time to apply for a live house performance opportunity, and it's not like I'm going to be on a TV show."

"That's normal, after all, everyone wants to use underground idols as a springboard to fame," Takamine Sanae glanced at her and said, "You're not the only one who has this idea, Watanabe."

"Is this modern society?" Mai Watanabe held her head. "It's so painful!"

"Don't worry, you will be better off in the future."

"But if this is the price of fame!" She suddenly became excited again and sat up straight, "Why not do it all at once and more vigorously!"

"By the way," Makimura Taku interrupted her quietly, "Is the event free to enter?"

"Ah, that's not the case," Mai Watanabe regained her composure, "But we won't charge you for the entrance fee, don't worry, Makimura-kun."

"I don't care." Makimura Taku said, "But if you want to make money from this, no one will go if there is no publicity, right?"

"publicity?"

"You do not know?"

"Ah?" Ninomiya Ritsuko looked at him.

Hoshino Ai asked, "Won't everyone come by themselves?"

Gao Feng Sanae was also stunned: "Won't it be okay if I apply for the opportunity to perform?"

"How come you are also making a fool of yourself with them?"

"I, uh, I don't know much about this." She looked at the corner of the table, blushing and embarrassed.

"If it's not promoted well, who would go to see a stranger's performance?"

Taku Makimura looked at her, then glanced at Mai Watanabe and Ritsuko Ninomiya and set his sights on Ai Hoshino.

There seemed to be a few big words written on Hoshino Ai's face: "Ah? Is there such a thing?". At this moment, she was smiling awkwardly and rubbing her temples.

"Is there such a thing!?" Watanabe Mai spoke up for her, and she spoke very loudly. Passersby were staring at them.

"As an underground idol, do you still need to listen to other people's talk about this kind of thing?" Makimura Taku smiled. In his opinion, this matter was definitely rare.

"I have no idea at all!" Mai Watanabe put on an expression as if the sky was falling.

"What should we do now?" said Ritsuko Ninomiya.

"There are still six hours before the performance starts." Hoshino Ai took out her cell phone to check the time and informed everyone of the heavy news.

The five people looked at each other. Except for Makimura Taku, everyone else had a dazed expression, not knowing what they could do in such a short time.

The sunlight that fell into the house became softer, as if reminding them that time was slipping away every second.

There were sounds of other guests discussing work, footsteps beside my ears, and unclear bird calls outside, making this brief moment of silence seem extremely quiet.