There are so many geniuses in crossover anime! What's wrong with adding me?

"Consider this my investment in you in advance, so you must work even harder to repay me! Understand?"

"Otherwise, you'll just be parasites, fed by me for the rest of your lives!"

"That doesn't seem so bad..." Jingqin Rencai clenched her hands, fantasizing about such a life of eating and waiting to die.

Before she could finish thinking, she was punched by An and Subaru next to her.

"Don't let money corrupt you so easily! What about your dreams? Your dreams!"

"Hey hey hey..."

"I feel like I owe you more and more." Momoka Kawara scratched her loose silver-gray hair.

"It's okay, I did it voluntarily." Sakurakoji Sai said helplessly, propping his head up with his hand. "Who told me to be your fan, right?"

"..."

The group exchanged glances, their faces, each with its own unique charm, blossoming with varying degrees of brilliance.

"After talking about working..." He glanced at Jingqin Rencai, "Rencai, are you still studying?"

"Huh?!" She was a little flustered when the topic was turned to her. "Um, um."

"I see. Unlike working, I can't just force you to give up your studies... But have you really been studying hard these past two weeks?"

“Uh…” Jingqinrencai was speechless.

Although that's the official story, not to mention recently, even in the week after Momoka Kawara taught her how to use the music app, she hardly read any books. Even at the preparatory school and in the study room, she was busy struggling with it and didn't read any books at all.

As a result, her grades have recently declined significantly.

After last week's street performance, she is even more excited for her next performance.

That stimulating feeling, her body could never forget it...

"As expected, you haven't been able to concentrate on reading lately, have you?" Momoka Kawara chuckled, saying as predicted.

"Waaaaah!!!" Serina groaned, clutching her head. "There's nothing I can do! I've tried! I really tried my best!!"

"Well, I won't force you. Just do what you think is best," Sakurakoji comforted him calmly.

Anyway, it won't be long before you say goodbye to university for good, he added in his mind with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Among these people, her academic performance should be the highest, right?

After all, she was one step away from getting a guaranteed admission spot. Although there was a personal connection with the school involved, her grades were not bad, and her family was a well-known family of teachers.

Rock and roll is harmful!

"So what are your plans for the future?" he asked with concern.

"Hmm... I'll just have to perform a few shows at a livehouse I'm familiar with first, and build up my reputation before making any further moves." Momoka Kawara's eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

"I also participate in some music festivals to see if I can get noticed and gain more fans," Ebizuka Satoshi added.

"Well, it's fine to increase your fans and build up your popularity, but even if someone tries to recruit you, don't accept, okay?" Sakurakoji Sai emphasized, "Those jobs are mine, don't let anyone steal my job."

"Okay, okay~" Momoka Kawara waved her hands up and down with a blank expression. "Really, you really are a worrywart."

Upon hearing "Livehouse," Sakurakoji Caihua remembered that he had previously considered taking them directly to Tokyo and finding them several studios to perform in, such as Fanxing.

But considering the risks involved, he decisively gave up. "Kawasaki is fine," he thought. "Tokyo is already too crowded and the competition is too fierce. I'll stay in Kawasaki."

It's absolutely not because we're afraid they'll run into other people and make things more complicated that we're preventing them from going! Absolutely not...

“Performing in front of the public…” He lazily rested his chin on his hand, pondering whether or not to do that, but that would be too tiring for him… So why not do it himself?

"What's wrong?" Rupa, who was always watching him, was puzzled by his unusual expression.

"I'm thinking about whether to prepare a few sets of team uniforms for your performances."

"Huh? Team uniforms?! I want them! I want them!" Jingqin Rencai stood up, pressing on the table, and excitedly expressed her opinion.

"I absolutely never want to wear those clothes again!"

"What's wrong with that? Rock and roll is all about pursuing individuality."

"It's Momoka-san's taste that's so weird!!"

"That was on purpose, to help you get used to your first time on stage."

"Anyway! I don't want to wear that again!" Izuru glared at her, her eyes as determined as if she were about to join the Party.

Just thinking about those cucumber pants and fairytale candy-style skirt from last time makes her so embarrassed that she wants to dig her toes into the ground, climb onto the second-floor balcony, and jump off!

Volume 1: Daily Life of Attracting Bees and Butterflies: Chapter 200 I've Never Been Humiliated Like This

"Hey, hey," Momoka Kawahara couldn't do anything with her, so she turned to look at him, "So, what kind of clothes are you planning to prepare?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll show you when I've designed it."

"Design? Mr. Talent, are you planning to design your own clothes?" RUPA exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, because it's my job."

"Really?" Momoka Kawahara was dumbfounded. She put down her crossed legs and leaned forward. "Isn't your main job music?"

When did I say that?

"Because you're proficient in several musical instruments at the same time, aren't you?"

"Does that necessarily mean you have to treat it as your main job? Can't you treat it as a hobby?"

"Hmm..." Kawara Momoka frowned and stared at him, her lips drooping, before finally crossing her arms and leaning back forcefully.

Although I'm used to it, this person is really infuriating!

"Besides, this is what my family does, so I'm basically following in my mother's footsteps."

Anhe Mao, who was very interested in his information, asked curiously, "Is that so? Is Caihua's family a family of designers?"

"Yes, my mother is a designer, my father is a pattern maker, and my family runs a high-end brand company, plus some factories and studios, and occasionally engages in side businesses such as finance."

"Sri Lanka No. 1—"

"You really are a genuine young master."

"..." Ebizuka Tomo remained silent, simply listening quietly, seemingly lost in thought.

"As expected of Mr. Talent." Beneath RUPA's tanned beauty, there was still that same smiling expression, but a hint of melancholy lurked within it.

"What's there to praise? It's not my own achievement—well, although I am indeed very good!" Recalling his achievements over the years, he also slightly—proudly puffed out his flat chest.

"Eh, could it be this? 'World-renowned fashion designer Luna Sakurakoji, who emerged from Japan, and her studio's creations once again stunned the four major fashion shows'?"

Unable to suppress his thirst for knowledge, Anwa Subaru had already started searching for 'fashion designer Sakurakoji' on Google. When he saw the first news link from a few days ago, he couldn't help but read it aloud.

She then clicked on it and saw the pictures attached to the article. Her pupils widened, and her gaze moved up and down, quickly switching between Sakurakoji Takayuki's face and the phone, speechless with surprise.

After the initial shock, she murmured softly, "Looks like there's no need to ask anymore..."

The red-eyed, silver-haired female lead in the photo, with her noble bearing, haughty demeanor, sophisticated attire, and ageless appearance, with an elegant yet playful expression, is practically a carbon copy of him!

Even the curve of their mouths, which exudes a hint of pride and cunning, and their eyes are at least 70% similar!

"Nani, nani, I want to see, I want to see!"

"Hey, has Subaru been found? I want to see too!"

"I'm a little curious too..."

"what does it look like?"

The other four people crowded around, gathering behind An and Subaru who were sitting at the dining table, all staring at the picture on her phone screen. After their first glance, they all stiffened, then slowly looked up, each stealing glances at her with different expressions.

“…XN

“This is too similar.”

"What a beautiful person... No doubt, it's definitely this one!"

"However, Ms. Sakurakoji is so young! She doesn't look almost forty at all. I feel like she looks about the same age as us?"

"So, this guy will look this young forever? Tsk!"

"That's enough, isn't it? What's so interesting?" Sakurakoji Sai, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with being seen through by five pairs of eyes, looked away.

“Mr. Caihua, your mother is amazing! Isn’t she?” Jingqin Rencai sought the approval of the others.

"Indeed, this is no ordinary feat..."

"Hmm! Even though I don't follow the top fashion industry much, I know about the four major fashion shows! To get good reviews at them, you're basically at the world's top level, right?"

“Me too… um… uh… yes, that’s it.” Kawara Momoka coughed twice, resting her chin on her hand in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing and relaxing, and finally she could only say this.

For someone like her who finds even learning how to dress like normal girls too troublesome, expecting her to offer any insightful opinions is really asking too much.

"Thank you."

"Ah, but then again!" Jingqin Rencai seemed to have thought of something, slapping her palm to attract everyone's attention, "Doesn't that mean that Mr. Caihua's design skills are also quite impressive? We'll definitely look forward to his future outfits, right?"

The four women suddenly realized what was happening and stared at him with deep affection, their eyes filled with tenderness.

Even the proud and fiery Ebizuka Tomo looked at him with a slightly evasive and embarrassed expression.

No woman dislikes clothes, especially beautiful clothes!

Even if some people seem indifferent, it's only because they haven't met someone they like or they don't have the money; there's no third possibility.

Even men, after trying on high-end clothing once, can't help but feel something, even if they disregard the financial burden.

"Mr. Talent~~"

"Talent!!!"

"Oh, you deserve it!"

"Mr. Talent..."

"That, that's it, that's how it is..."

Faced with the menacing gazes of the group, Sakura Koji felt his hair stand on end, like a little lamb being targeted.

This was the first time he had ever realized he was so popular in Kawasaki!

Could it be that clothing is actually more effective at attracting women than desserts?

He couldn't help but wonder if he should also include clothing as one of his ultimate weapons.

In this way, he has gained another powerful weapon in his arsenal for winning over women.

"My works are very expensive, you know, I can't have too many."

"Eh~~" XN

"No, that won't work either! Well, just tell me your opinions, preferences, and ideas on your phone, and I'll take them into consideration."

"Well, it's better than nothing."

"Well, contentment leads to happiness, and this is good enough."

"But you said it's expensive, how expensive is it?" Momoka Kawaharaki, driven by the dirty thoughts of an adult, tentatively asked, "Is it comparable to the total cost of a fixed-price ticket for a performance?"

She boldly speculated that, after all, the total cost of a single performance at a livehouse was nearly 5 yen.

At this price, you could buy a decent piece of clothing even in a mid-to-high-end brand store.

"..." Sakurakoji was speechless.

He had never suffered such an insult in his entire life.

You can do it, Momoka Kawahara. As expected of you, you easily accomplished what others couldn't.

Do you know how much effort it takes to cultivate his level of design thinking? Do you know how much the material cost is just per meter of fabric? Do you know how much time and effort it takes him to make a single garment? Do you know how many days and nights other fashion designers would have to pour their hearts and souls into achieving his level of success?

You know nothing! You're just making assumptions!

To say that his work is worth tens of thousands of yen is no different from saying that durian outside costs only one cent per kilogram.

Although he said he wouldn't design the clothes for them according to the level of an exhibition, rock is rock, there's no point in being too meticulous.

Just design something casually, then hand over the daily practice pieces to the tailors below and let them do it; that's enough.

"Ha~~" He exhaled a sigh of relief, tapped An and Subaru's phone in the distance to indicate, "The price of the works on that screen is the price of my works."

"Huh?" Momoka Kawaragi was puzzled.