My daily life is getting weird because I am caught between being in a band and being an idol.

Even if Chaoyang was stupid, he knew there was a hidden meaning in her words, and that this was probably Qiansheng's purpose. Although he knew this beforehand, he was still a little down. After all, boys still prefer that girls are attracted to their charm and that's why they accompany them on dates.

“Chisato, if you want to leave Pastel*, I can arrange it... But are you sure you want to do that? Even if you do that and sever ties with Pastel*, the job won't come immediately. Right now, you're actually the one being attacked the most.”

Chaoyang looked at Qiansheng, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He took out his phone, opened the company email, and swiped his finger across the screen, stopping at each email.

Then he handed it over, gesturing for Qian Sheng to take a look. The email titles were all filled with malice and insults.

"You liar," "You don't deserve to be an idol," "Could you have risen to fame by being a pillow since you were little?"

And so on. Every single email was directed at Qian Sheng, filled with anger and attacks.

Qian Sheng's eyes trembled slightly. She tried her best to remain calm, but she could not hide the turmoil in her heart.

Next, she opened a document containing Qian Sheng's acting resume and the results of her recent applications to various production teams. The document was filled with comments such as "already cast" and "not suitable for the current role."

Chaoyang handed the phone to Qiansheng.

"These were all submitted to various production teams by your agency, and you've seen the results."

Qian Sheng's eyes dimmed, and she bit her lower lip. Although she already had a feeling that she was going to find out, it was still hard for her to bear being shown it so directly.

"...Mr. Asahi...you really look down on me, don't you? While everyone else in Pastel* is practicing diligently, I'm always doing these kinds of things."

"How could that be? It's precisely because you're here that I'm confident Pastel* will achieve redemption. If a team is full of people who talk about hard work and dreams all the time, I'd also be very troubled. Having dreams while assuming success is inevitable without analyzing and solving real-world problems is something that only exists in fictional scripts. So the reason you, Chisato, have been attacked the most is simply because you're the most famous among them. The taller the tree, the more the wind blows. It has nothing to do with you personally. In this world, most people like to kick a man when he's down, don't they? Ah, sorry, that analogy was too rude."

"No... I understand what Mr. Chaoyang means. Thank you, Mr. Chaoyang, for explaining it to me so clearly."

Chaoyang smiled and changed the subject.

"Let's not talk about these unhappy things. Speaking of which, what is your goal, Miss Qiansheng?"

"A goal...?"

Qian Sheng was taken aback by the question, and hesitated for a moment. She took a deep breath and then answered in her usual idol-like tone.

I want to be someone who can inspire dreams in others~

Chaoyang asked in a calm tone.

"...Is this a dream borrowed from Ms. Maruyama?"

Qian Sheng was speechless for a moment, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

"...I'm sorry, I could have answered confidently before. Now...I don't even know what I've been doing. Up until now, I've always been very realistic, thinking about whether it's possible or not, only taking the safe route...As a result, because of safety, I chose to support lip-syncing. And now this is the result...If I really had a dream like Aya-chan, maybe I would have insisted on arguing based on reason...and maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way."

The rising sun revealed a gentle smile.

"Qiansheng, you are actually a sentimental person. A truly pragmatic person wouldn't be confused by such a simple question as mine. Don't rush to find the answer; I'm already working on resolving this matter."

Once everything is resolved, if you still wish to leave Pastel*, I will respect your choice, and the company will continue to support you. Whether as part of a group or individually, your presence will benefit me. Therefore, don't worry about me forcing you to stay anywhere. Keeping you here now is solely for your future.

"Mr. Chaoyang..."

"I don't know if Ai Yin told you that you have a concert at the end of this month, and congratulations to Qian Sheng for being the first person to reach the goal of 5000 followers."

Just now, Chaoyang received a notification in his mind that his task of gaining 5000 followers had been completed.

Only then did Qian Sheng realize what was happening and open her X account to check.

It turns out I had set up a feature where people could only send me private messages if they followed me, and as a result, many people followed me and then insulted me.

"...I really can't be happy."

"What are your plans? Will you hold your own solo concert or Pastel*?"

"I really hope you'll hold a Pastel* concert... And could it be before the end of the month?"

"That's possible, but in that case I'll have to ask for some help."

"It's okay, we don't have many fans to begin with, so we can't support a big event."

"Okay, I understand. I'll find you a large restaurant with available slots as soon as possible... Ah, we've been talking for so long, the food's getting cold. Let's eat quickly... By the way, Qian Sheng, how about we go for a walk around this area together?"

"Well, since Mr. Chaoyang has invited me, I will naturally accept."

. .

The system has detected that the host has completed a certain percentage of the tasks, and hired artists are also included among the beneficiaries.

Name: Shirahiro Chisato.

Charisma: 80.

Monthly revenue growth: ¥100,000.

Favorability: 40/100.

Assessment: Excellent at controlling situations and maintaining her image. She seems like an all-powerful girl, but is actually surprisingly easily influenced by others. She knows how to leverage others to maximize her gains.

. .

Seeing that Qian Sheng also displayed the panel, Chao Yang was very happy, saying that the 3 million debt could be easily paid off.

Moreover, the fact that Qian Sheng's favorability rating has increased proves that she is not entirely acting in front of him.

If we stroll around the streets a bit more and trigger some events, we might actually be able to go straight to a hotel today. It's a pity that minors can't drink alcohol.

After finishing their meal, Chaoyang led Qiansheng to the cashier to pay the bill. Just as he took out his wallet, a large crowd suddenly surged into the restaurant. The entrance was narrow, and a man rushed in, knocking Chaoyang's wallet to the ground.

"Clap!"

The wallet fell to the ground, and the coins, cards, and an unopened pack of balloons inside immediately scattered everywhere.

When Qian Sheng saw this scene, he still maintained a perfect smile, but the smile was a little stiff and obviously had a forced smile.

A sudden silence fell over the surroundings, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Qian Sheng finally spoke at this moment.

"Oh dear, sorry, I suddenly remembered I have other work commitments, so please excuse me... Um, this is my meal money."

He placed two thousand-yuan bills on the counter.

How could Chaoyang not know whether she had a job or not?

At this moment, the person who bumped into Chaoyang also began to apologize hesitantly.

"Um, brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you... Um, good luck!"

He ran away immediately after saying that.

Chapter 70 Remember to bring your wallet before drinking.

Although there were some mistakes at the end, Chihiro has indeed put aside her ulterior motives and intends to stay in the same boat with Pastel* for the time being.

"Fine, that suits me perfectly."

Chaoyang was not injured by the attack, and instead seriously responded to Qiansheng's request.

We immediately began searching for a facility that could accommodate more than three hundred people.

"...Oh, are there no spots left this month?"

"So there were no seats available after all?"

"Sorry to bother you..."

However, when Chaoyang called various larger establishments, they all said there were no seats available.

"What? When did it become so popular? Are there so many people playing in bands these days?"

However, Chaoyang didn't know that there were a lot of people playing rock music in this world.

Because the company is currently short-staffed and busy with concert preparations, Chaoyang doesn't want to add any extra burden to them, which he had agreed to without their consent.

. .

"As expected, it's hopeless... even more money won't work."

The owner, with a bit of sentimentality, was unwilling to cancel the band's reservation, which had already been booked, just for money.

Asahi even personally went to Shinjuku and Shibuya wards to inquire in person.

After more than three hours of fruitless running, I was exhausted and felt hungry again, even though I had already eaten.

Before I knew it, I found myself in Shinjuku Kabukicho.

"Never mind, let's have a drink instead."

I randomly went into a nearby seafood shop called Hamamaru Suisan.

“Welcome~”

"how many?"

"one person."

"Please come this way~"

The restaurant was just the right number of people, which was exactly the kind of atmosphere Chaoyang liked. Too many people would make it feel crowded and noisy, while too few would make it seem like the restaurant was deserted and lacked a lively, welcoming atmosphere.

Finally, Chaoyang was led to a double seat against the wall.

"A glass of draft beer, a plate of edamame, and a sashimi platter, that's all."

"OK, just a second."

"Wow, warm sake definitely tastes better!"

At that moment, a purple-haired woman who looked to be about the same age as Chaoyang sat next to them, drinking and making loud, exclamations. Her speaking style was like that of an older man, which drew some disapproval from those around her. She also had tattoos on her hands and wore strange earrings.

Chaoyang doesn't like this type. Seeing this, Chaoyang couldn't help but think about who among the people she knew would be the most suitable as her partner. If she had to say, someone as gentle and virtuous as Qiansheng would be better. Xiangzi gives people too much of a sense of distance, while Qinyin is too cute. She would rather keep her as a pet with a chain for the rest of her life.

"Speaking of which, Maruyama Aya seems pretty good, and Aine is also quite suitable."

Chaoyang started entertaining himself by drinking wine and discussing his wife.

Before I knew it, I had drunk three glasses of draft beer.

They had almost finished the snacks to go with their drinks when the woman next to them suddenly made a strange noise. Slightly tipsy, Chaoyang turned his head to look. He found her eyes wide, pupils constricted, cold sweat beading on her forehead, and her expression stiff.

He tilted his head slightly, forcing a smile at the corners of his mouth.

. .

Oh no, oh no! Calm down first. No money? Lost it? When? Where? ... Wait a minute, where's my allowance for this month? ...

The woman looked down at the wreckage on the table in front of her.

More than anything, what am I supposed to do now? I don't have any money to pay! Oh no, oh no, oh no... Just kidding! Come to think of it, I can just call a friend to come and pay for me, right? ~~...

The purple-haired woman touched her baseball jacket and found herself back in the same situation.

Oh no!? Where's my phone? How can I not even have my phone?! Where did I forget it?! ... Calm down, calm down, think of a plan. This store is open 24 hours, as long as I don't go too far, I won't be kicked out. So I still have time!!! There must be some plan...

after an hour.

Tears were already welling up in her eyes.

No! All plans have failed!

. .

Chaoyang, who was also bored, watched the woman next to him scratching her head for about an hour. At first, he thought that she must have forgotten to bring money. Since he was also a little tipsy, he ordered some dishes to help him sober up. While eating, he observed the woman next to him. He was so amused that he lost track of time.

The purple-haired woman seemed to have noticed the rising sun as well.

"Haha, young man, it seems like you've been staring at us this way the whole time. Perhaps you'd like to have a drink with me? Don't be shy, come and sit with me!"

As if grasping at a glimmer of hope, she stretched out her hands and frantically pointed to the seat opposite her.

"Oh, no, I was just guessing if you didn't bring your wallet."

The problem in Chapter 71 seems to have been solved?

"Excuse me, could you please clear away the empty plates?"

The waiter came over at this time, probably because he noticed that the woman hadn't ordered anything for a while, so he came to clear away the plates and glasses, while glancing at her from time to time to remind her that it was almost time to leave.

As if sensing that the shop assistant was about to ask her to leave, she immediately broke out in a cold sweat and forced herself to speak.

"Excuse me, could I have a whiskey with soda and edamame... and a draft beer for the guy at the next table?"

"Oh, okay... I understand, please wait a moment."

"No need, you're too kind. Excuse me, sir, could you please cancel my beer?"

Chaoyang quickly stopped him, feeling that this guy was also a troublesome person. Although he had found it quite interesting to observe him earlier, he was tired today and had no interest in getting too involved for the time being. He was also troubled about whether to continue looking for him tomorrow or to be honest with Qiansheng about the fact that he couldn't keep his promise this month.