Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

Chapter 207 Do you want to join us too?
Across the street, one car away from Aiba Yui, Xia Fan and the other two, after enjoying a rather complicated "gourmet" meal, were standing at the restaurant door to say goodbye.

"Well, I'll be leaving now, thanks for your hospitality today."

Xia Fan got on a bicycle and waved to Yayoi Tsuki and Jinguji Aoi.

"Tsk, you've already stepped half a foot into the entertainment industry, you can't always ride a bicycle, right?"

"Even if the company is too poor to send you a nanny car, I still have an idle sports car that I can lend you..."

Taking a look at the bicycle that was so old that it was about to fall apart, Yayoi Tsuki suggested with pretended disdain.

"Parking in Tokyo is time-consuming. If necessary, Section 9 can arrange a nanny car around the clock."

Aoi Jinguji pointed at the business car across the street and added.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I haven't had time to get a driver's license yet, and I don't want to take up the Metropolitan Police Department's resources..."

"I'm leaving now. I might be very busy in the next few days. Call me if you have anything."

After politely declining the other party's kindness, Xia Fan thought of something and specifically gave some instructions to Jinguji Aoi.

"Don't worry, I'll be here for Lesson 9."

Jinguji Aoi naturally knew that he was referring to the investigation of the "Amabie" case, and nodded calmly.

"This pervert who took everything and ran away..."

Watching Xia Fan disappear at the intersection on his bike, Yayoi Tsuki murmured unwillingly.

I originally planned to use "sensory sharing" to teach this philandering pervert a lesson, but in the end it seems that I'm the one who suffers?

"Speaking of perverts, Miss Yayoi herself is the one..."

"Forcing Xia Jun to play that weird 'psychic' game under the table."

Beside her, Aoi Jinguji looked at her with narrowed eyes and a smile.

"Oh, I noticed it early on. Isn't it unusual for the miko to deliberately not reveal it?"

"Or do you want to join us?"

Yayoi Tsuki crossed her arms nonchalantly and turned her face away to avoid the other person's subtle gaze.

Although her face was expressionless and her tone was calm, her fox ears swaying left and right had completely exposed her panic in her heart...

Damn it, I must have forgotten to put my socks back on when I got up to go to the bathroom, and someone noticed.

"There is no need to join."

"Although I admire Mr. Xia Fan, that strange way of communication is not in line with the teachings of Amaterasu."

"I prefer honest, natural and gradual interpersonal relationships."

Aoi Jinguji shook her head slightly.

"Psychics are really a bunch of hypocritical guys. However, as far as I know, Amaterasu's miko must be a virgin, and marriage is strictly prohibited."

A slight smile appeared on Yayoi Tsukki's lips, and there was something meaningful in her words.

"You are right, but you missed one thing..."

"After retiring at the age of 28, the miko of Amaterasu can recruit a son-in-law by marrying into the family. Otherwise, the spiritual bloodline would not be passed down to this day."

Jinguji Aoi bowed politely to Yayoi Tsuki and walked towards the black business car across the path.

"Oh? Is this considered a provocation? Unfortunately, today, I'm already 'one step' ahead."

Yayoi Yue frowned slightly and said stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat.

"Leading? That's not necessarily the case... maybe the fried chicken Mr. Xia Fan just ate was 'specially made'..."

Stopping in front of the open door of the business car, Jinguji Aoi suddenly said this. "W-what, you..."

“Hehe, I was just joking to lighten the mood. Miss Yayoi, don’t mind it… Thank you for your hospitality today. See you next time…”

With a slight chuckle, she gracefully got into a car and left, leaving Yayoi Tsuki with her brain dead in the air.

……

The next day, Shibuya, NHK Studio Park.

"Dear trainees, the first stage recording will begin in two hours. Please line up here with your personal documents, hair and body fluid test report, registration form and risk commitment letter..."

Early in the morning, a long line of trainees who were participating in the "Idol Birth Festival" formed in front of the entrance of the giant container-like studio.

"There are so many of them. As expected, they are all trainees who have been training for more than two and a half years. They all look very capable..."

Xia Fan, pushing an electronic keyboard, stood in the queue, looking around at the people around him curiously.

In order to be selected to participate in this large-scale talent show, the trainees have very strict requirements on their appearance, and their average level is higher than that of the students at Horikoshi Academy.

Even the foreign trainees with exotic facial features have temperament and appearance that cannot be compared to ordinary passers-by.

Compared with these trainees with fancy clothes, colorful hair colors and exaggerated hairstyles, Xia Fan, wearing a black T-shirt and messy short hair, is simply plain.

But his "minimalist style" made his impeccable face and alluring eyes stand out even more, attracting many hostile glances.

"Okay, your information has been approved. Please go backstage through this passage, prepare your hair and makeup, and wait for the staff to notify you to go on stage..."

“Bring a musical instrument? Please leave it here, put a name tag on it, and someone will take it backstage.”

After the staff reviewed the documents and approved them, they placed the electronic keyboard in the musical instrument storage area.

Xia Fan also followed the instructions and followed the crowd into the backstage.

"Please line up in an orderly manner, trainees. Do your hair first, then put on makeup. It will take a little time, so please be patient."

In the spacious backstage area, a group of trainees lined up in a long queue, with more than a dozen hairstylists and makeup artists preparing their hair and makeup before going on stage like an assembly line.

There were also several photographers holding small cameras and recording nearby.

Although I know that this is just "collecting program materials" that may not be used...

However, seeing the war-like backstage scene and being faced by multiple black cameras, the trainees suddenly felt a sense of tension as if the "program recording has officially started", and their movements and expressions became gradually stiff.

"Hey, Eel...you are Xia Fan, right?"

A deep and hoarse male voice suddenly sounded behind Xia Fan.

He turned around and found a non-local trainee who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and had dark skin, grinning at him with a mouthful of big white teeth.

"Yes...Excuse me..."

Xia Fan stared at the non-native trainee in front of him with curiosity...

In District 11, there are more than three million foreigners living here legally and permanently, so non-nationals are not uncommon.

What made Xia Fan curious was that this "non-native" person in front of him actually spoke the "District 11 dialect" more fluently than himself and without any accent.

Before he turned around, he thought it was a local trainee talking to him.

"Martin Luther Silver, a non-local trainee, grew up in District 11, and my mother is also from District 11, so apart from my appearance, you can treat me as an ordinary youth from District 11..."

"By the way, Martin is my stage name. My name in District 11 is Baba Luther. It is said that my mother's ancestor is a descendant of Minamoto no Raikou's Settsu Minamoto clan. Later, because they were good at raising war horses, they changed their surname to 'Baba'..."

"Nice to meet you."

Speaking fluent local dialect, Martin Luther introduced himself to Xia Fan and extended his pale yellow palm.

(End of this chapter)