Traveling through the second dimension, the joy system encourages me to laugh heartily!

His refusal was nothing short of the clearest encouragement and recognition for Hua Qianhui!

[Ding! Hua Qianhui's favorability +5, current favorability 60!]

Having received tacit approval, Hua Qianhui was instantly filled with immense joy and a sense of security! Her grip on Chen Ming's arm became more natural and intimate, as if she had finally found her place.

Wang Manman, walking in the back row, watched her best friend finally succeed in hooking up with a rich man, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

On the left, Qing Zijin subtly pursed her lips, but said nothing, only tightening her grip on Chen Ming's left arm.

After the initial excitement of her victory subsided, Hua Qianhui's actions subtly escalated. The arms that had previously been lightly hooked together were now being held more tightly by both hands.

The girl's movements changed quite naturally, as if she was unconsciously adjusting her posture, allowing Chen Ming's arm to sink deeper into the soft embrace of the baby cafeteria.

Hua Qianhui's idea was simple and direct: since he had tacitly agreed to the first step, she might as well be shameless and take advantage of the situation, like conquering a city, to gradually increase the physical contact area and intimacy between the two of them.

She carefully observed Chen Ming's every reaction, like a cat testing the water temperature.

If he showed even the slightest hint of dislike, or made any subtle move to pull away, she would immediately stop and obediently retreat back to the safe boundary.

She wanted to know how far this man could tolerate her "outrageousness" at this stage.

How could Chen Ming not notice Hua Qianhui's subtle actions?

The exquisite sensation of being completely enveloped in softness and warmth on his arm was so clear and alluring that he found it incredibly pleasurable.

The feeling of being actively pursued and carefully flattered by a stunningly beautiful woman was indeed quite pleasant, greatly satisfying his vanity and desire for control.

Hua Qianhui was overjoyed to see that Chen Ming still did not object! She felt a little shy and wanted to try to distract him by talking to him.

She looked around and then smiled as she said:

"Mr. Chen, the ice cream at that shop over there looks delicious. It's so hot, shall we go get some ice cream to cool down?"

"it is good!"

Upon hearing the girl's suggestion, Chen Ming nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Simply because the weather in Tokyo is indeed very hot.

Having received an affirmative answer, Hua Qianhui happily grabbed Chen Ming's arm and excitedly pulled him toward the sweet-smelling little shop ahead...

Walking to Chen Ming's left, Qing Zijin took in everything that was happening on her right.

She didn't say anything, but she knew in her heart that it probably wouldn't be long before she had another sister—this Hua Qianhui, who was aggressive yet knew how to humble herself, and it was only a matter of time before she officially took over.

She was already fully prepared for this—after all, she wasn't the empress, so she had no right or need to be jealous. Besides, having another sister was, in a sense, having another "comrade-in-arms" to share Chen Ming's excessive energy, which didn't seem like a bad thing.

Qing Zijin thought silently, but tightened her grip on Chen Ming's left arm even more.

Stepping into the uniquely decorated ice cream shop, a sweet and refreshing aroma greets you.

The group all ordered a signature parfait and sat down in a booth by the window. In the elegant glass, layers of ice cream, fruit, and cream were piled high, colorful and glistening enticingly.

Just as Chen Ming picked up the long spoon, he suddenly felt something soft gently touch his calf.

He was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized—this was clearly not an accidental collision. He looked up and met the gaze of Hua Qianhui sitting opposite him. The girl met his eyes without flinching, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Then, Hua Qianhui elegantly took a small sip of the ice cream in her hand, her tongue casually brushing across her red lips, leaving a trace of milk. Her eyes held a hint of playfulness, yet also a touch of provocation, especially her lips, painted with cherry blossom lipstick, which appeared particularly moist and alluring under the store's lights.

"..."

Just as Chen Ming was about to say something, Hua Qianhui spoke first. She leaned forward slightly and asked with a hint of expectation in her voice:

"Mr. Chen, may I try yours?"

As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the ice cream in Chen Ming's hand, and she lightly bit her red lips. Her expression seemed innocent, but Chen Ming felt that her words had a deeper meaning.

However, now was clearly not the right time, so Chen Ming chuckled and said casually, "We'll eat when we get back."

Upon hearing this, Hua Qianhui immediately and obediently withdrew her white-stockinged feet, which had been gently touching him under the table. She sat back in her seat, placing her hands folded on her skirt, adopting a dignified and serene demeanor, and no longer mentioned wanting to try his ice cream. Her submissive appearance was like that of a tamed kitten, soft and docile…

Hua Qianhui only started to exert her strength again after Chen Ming finished eating the ice cream.

Suddenly, the girl took a wet wipe from her bag, stood up, leaned forward slightly, almost touching Chen Ming. She gazed at the corner of his mouth, and said softly with a hint of expectation, "Let me wipe it for you..."

After saying that, he held out a wet wipe slowly, giving Chen Ming enough time to react.

Seeing that Chen Ming did not dodge, she carefully and gently began to wipe him.

Looking at the increasingly endearing young woman before him, Chen Ming felt a surge of satisfaction. She was intelligent, sensible, and knew how to maintain appropriate boundaries; she truly pleased him.

After leaving the ice cream shop, the group, led by tour guide Liu Yuanyuan, explored the surrounding attractions.

Qing Zijin started shooting again, accumulating a large amount of video footage.

Chen Ming's mind wasn't on the tourist attractions; he was far more interested in bringing glory to his country...

So he quietly activated the system's identification function, like a hunter searching for a suitable target in the crowd.

It must be admitted that Tokyo, as the capital of Japan, has a far greater number and quality of beautiful young women than Osaka. The young women strolling the streets all display a higher standard in terms of their attire, demeanor, and appearance.

However, as time went by, Chen Ming had already encountered nine girls whose overall looks exceeded 80 points, but unfortunately, they all had more than 9 power banks, causing him to look away time and time again...

Two and a half hours later, when they passed by a quiet city park and were about to go in for a short rest, Chen Ming finally found his first target who was both good-looking and incredibly pure.

She was a short girl who looked quite young, but her appearance was exceptionally cute.

She was standing at the park entrance, diligently handing out flyers to passersby.

The girl had a pair of lively pigtails tied with light blue ribbon bows that swayed gently with her movements.

She wore a light blue and black cropped top, paired with a matching pleated skirt, revealing a glimpse of her slender, fair waist. She wore black arm sleeves, light blue stockings, and black leather shoes…

Although her legs appear somewhat short due to her petite stature, she looks well-proportioned and graceful overall, radiating youthful energy.

The girl kept handing out flyers to passersby, repeating a few words of Japanese that Chen Ming couldn't understand. However, almost no one in their hurry took them, and even fewer responded to her smile.

But she didn't seem discouraged. She continued to bend down, hand out the food, smile, and speak, over and over again. In her bright eyes, expectation and disappointment alternated repeatedly, but the light of her perseverance never faded.

System, check!

Name: An Hemei

Age: 17

[Height]: 158cm

[Weight]: 47kg

Overall Appearance: 90

[Power Bank]: 0

[Status]: Healthy (a little hungry)

[Favorability]: 0

"This panel is pretty good," Chen Ming thought to himself.

The girl in front of me, named An Hemei, is not only outstanding in appearance, but also, more remarkably, still maintains a pure state, making her a rare "stunningly pure" beauty.

Naturally, Chen Ming felt a surge of eagerness to "win glory for the country," as if a hunter had discovered the most worthwhile prey to pursue.

Just then, An Hemei, who had just been rejected by several passersby, noticed Chen Ming's group of five passing by.

A bright smile quickly bloomed on the girl's delicate face, like a ray of sunshine piercing through the clouds. She clutched the flyer tightly in both hands and walked briskly with expectant steps, her light blue twin ponytails swaying gently with her movements.

Approaching Chen Ming, the girl politely bowed slightly, making a gesture as if handing out a flyer. She spoke a string of clear but completely incomprehensible Japanese, her voice sweet and enthusiastic, her eyes filled with sincerity and hope.

Just as Chen Ming was thinking about winning glory for the country, he subconsciously took the flyer. Looking down, he saw a picture of a band of five girls on it, with what appeared to be a small performance stage in the background, along with some Japanese introductions and performance information.

When An Hemei saw him take the flyer, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if stars had been instantly lit up. She began to explain even more enthusiastically, speaking quickly and incessantly, her gestures unconsciously accompanying her words, making her appear exceptionally lively and adorable.

However, Chen Ming looked at her with a bewildered expression, only to find that the girl was indeed stunningly beautiful—her skin was fair and delicate, her features exquisite and picturesque, and apart from being a little petite, she had almost no flaws.

He turned to the tour guide, Liu Yuanyuan, and asked impatiently, "Can you translate for me what she's saying?"

When An Hemei heard Chen Ming speak Chinese, she was stunned. Her eyes widened slightly, revealing a hint of surprise and disappointment.

It turns out he was a foreigner...

She spent the entire morning busy, but very few people stopped to take her flyers or listen to her presentation. She finally encountered five people at once, all of whom were foreign tourists. How was she supposed to communicate with them? How was she supposed to sell her show tickets?

The girl stood there, somewhat at a loss, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, and the smile on her face dimmed.

While she was still dumbfounded, Liu Yuanyuan explained to Chen Ming, "This girl is the drummer of a newly formed rock band. She said if we think she's cute, we'd like to ask for your support by buying tickets to her band's concert and going to hear them play..."

Chen Ming suddenly realized what was going on after hearing this.

No wonder not many people took her flyers; it turns out you have to pay an entrance fee. The Japanese are probably already used to this kind of street sales, so most of them chose to ignore it.

He calmly took out his phone and opened a simple translation app. He had relied on Liu Yuanyuan to translate the entire time when he was communicating with the little devil Shigure Yui, which was really inconvenient. So he made up his mind and ordered [Crimson] to write a real-time translation program overnight. The effect was unexpectedly good.

Then Chen Ming clearly said in Chinese, "You speak like this, I don't understand Japanese..."

Hearing the fluent Japanese translation coming from the phone, the girl's previously dejected expression instantly brightened, and an incredibly heartwarming smile bloomed on her face. She then carefully took the phone and spoke earnestly yet slightly shyly into the microphone:

"Welcome to Japan, guests from China! I'm a member of a newly formed rock band, and we're about to hold our first show. If you find me cute, please support us! Tickets are only 1000 yen. Thank you so much..."

An Hemei's words were accurately translated into Chinese by translation software.

Now Chen Ming was finally able to communicate smoothly with the girl with pigtails in front of him. After carefully examining her, he said in a gentle tone:

"Hmm...you are quite cute."

Upon hearing this, An Hemei's eyes lit up immediately, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, revealing a joyful expression.

Chen Ming continued, "Then I'll take five tickets. Also, I noticed on your flyer that besides the 1000 yen ticket price, there are several other prices. What are those for?"

When An Hemei heard him not only praise her for being cute but also say he wanted to buy five tickets, she jumped up excitedly and quickly explained to him earnestly:

"Those are the fan interaction programs after the performance! For example, a photo is 500 yen, holding hands for one minute is 1500 yen, and a hug is 3000 yen..."

The girl spoke while gesturing with her fingers, her eyes innocent and enthusiastic, completely unaware of any problems with these interactive activities.

"..."

Chen Ming was stunned upon hearing this, inwardly thinking: There's such a service? No way, I won't agree!

Chapter 232: Fortune Lies in Peril

How could Chen Ming let someone else hold the girl he was preparing to "win glory for the country"?

So he retorted, "Aren't you a rock band? You're only offering to hug me for 3000 yen? Isn't that a bit too arbitrary a price?"

Anhemei blushed slightly after hearing this, her fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her clothes, looking somewhat shy, but she still explained generously: "Our Starry band has just been formed, so those interactive projects... are actually just references to the promotional materials of other senior bands, we haven't actually sold any of them ourselves yet."

She paused briefly, her voice soft but very serious: "Besides... we don't have any money. If we can gain some fan support through these interactions, at least we can cover our daily living and rehearsal expenses..."

Chen Ming remained silent for a moment after hearing this.

He didn't know that Japanese bands almost always rely on their die-hard fans to support them in pursuing their dreams.

But from the girl's words, he could tell that they were not having an easy time, otherwise they would not have lowered themselves to gain support in such a way.

How much money do you earn in a month?

Chen Ming subtly shifted the topic—since the other party was short of money, while he had more money than he could spend, it was a perfect match.

If spending money can bring glory to the country, then that would be the easiest thing to do.

An Hemei cherished the five foreign fans she had painstakingly attracted, so when faced with the foreign man's question, she showed no impatience but instead answered very politely:

“At this stage… we have almost no stable income. At the last performance, there were only 7 audience members, all of whom were our friends who came to support us.”

The girl lowered her head slightly, her voice tinged with helplessness, "So besides practicing the drums every day, I also need to work part-time at a convenience store. As for the income... it's barely enough to make ends meet."

The situation is actually not as simple as Anhemei described.

To ensure sufficient attendance, livehouses that provide performance venues usually set ticket sales targets for bands performing on stage—they must sell at least 10 tickets.

Profits from more than 10 tickets sold are split between the band and the venue.

However, if the number of visitors does not meet the target, the band will have to pay out of their own pockets to make up for the missing 10 tickets.

Simply put, newly formed bands have high expenses before they become famous, and may even need to pay for performances.

Therefore, the Starry band incurs a loss of tens of thousands of yen for each performance – the tickets for friends who come to support them are naturally paid for out of their own pockets. This alone costs 1 yen, in addition to miscellaneous expenses such as equipment and drinks.

Although the money was shared by all five members of the band, it was still a considerable expense for An and Mei, requiring them to work hard to make ends meet.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Only seven audience members? And all of them were his friends? This band is really having a tough time...

Even Qing Zijin, who had been standing silently beside him, was stunned when she heard the number. She thought to herself: With so few people, there's no motivation to perform, right?