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Chapter 306 People without dreams are most easily attracted by dreams.

"Huh? What did Kurusu-san mean by that?"

The host seemed not to have heard clearly and hoped the girl could repeat herself.

"So, even though we're called idol singers, not many of us actually write songs, right?"

Yosei Kurusu spoke very patiently, as if he were teaching a kindergarten child to speak.

Jun Matsueda's phone vibrated quickly. His manager, who was backstage at the event, sent him a message: "There's a high chance this kind of talk will cause a stir!"

The term "炎上" (yan shang) means to incite public outrage, resulting in a large amount of negative sentiment on social media and likely damaging the image of the person involved.

However, considering the show's positioning, Jun Matsueda felt he could still choose to believe the girl for the time being. He sent his manager a "Don't worry~" emoji, which he had stolen from Yosei Kurusu.

"Maybe I'm the only one like this?" the girl on stage continued, "because I recently released my first solo album, and I felt that the process of creating the songs was very difficult."

The middle-aged man on the host's seat stood up, raised his hand and made a "shh" gesture to the audience, seemingly wanting to continue listening to the beautiful female singer's outrageous remarks.

"From the initial demo to the arrangement and lyrics, I only used a little bit of my brain."

Lai Qiyang leaned against the VIP table, her right thumb and forefinger pinched together—that was the little bit of thought she had put into it.

"I only say what kind of feeling and atmosphere I want; most of the work is actually done by our production team."

"So, compared to creating songs, my job is just to sing them and make everyone think they sound good." The girl stuck out her tongue at the camera.

"If someone asks me how it feels to write songs, I really feel guilty~"

Laughter erupted spontaneously from the audience without any prompting from the director. The sweet girl sitting in the center of the guest seats looked helplessly at Yosuke Kurusu, who was sitting on the edge.

"Kurasu-san! With you saying that, we have no way to answer this question!"

"We agreed it was just to expose the mask, how did you tear our faces off like that? We're idol singers, you know? We make a living with our looks!"

The middle-aged man in the host's seat burst into loud laughter; the host's unrestrained laughter was a staple of the show. He looked up at the ceiling of the stage; it seemed the show's ratings were already guaranteed.

Jun Matsueda glanced at his phone. His manager remained silent. He put his phone away, shrunk back in his chair, and the fire alarm was temporarily lifted.

Starting with this question, the focus of the discussion on stage gradually shifted towards Yosei Kurusu. After asking their questions, the hosts would look at the girl sitting on the edge with expectant eyes, hoping she would say something surprising again.

"If you hadn't debuted, what would you be doing now?"

The girls on stage buzzed like bees, clearly very interested in the question.

"She'll probably become a model or something, maybe shoot covers for fashion magazines?"

She's probably already a housewife.

"Hey, why isn't Kurusu-san saying anything?" The host peered out from his seat.

The girl, who had been slumped over her seat, sat up straight. She had just been watching to see if Matsueda Jun had sneaked away from the audience.

"If you didn't debut?" Kurusu Yosei repeated the question. "If you didn't debut, you'd definitely still be working hard to debut right now~"

"Eh—" The host made a silly face at the camera again, "Kurusu-san's way of thinking is really different from everyone else's!"

"Is it strange?" The girl looked around. "Not debuting doesn't mean you can't debut in your entire life."

"I only have one goal: to become an idol. I won't consider any other possibility except achieving it!" As Kurusu Yosei spoke, she secretly glanced at the audience. Actually, the girl had a second goal, but someone had forbidden her from revealing her relationship status.

"Kurasu-san, you're surprisingly full of dreams~" the host exclaimed, and the laughter from the audience was perfectly timed.

The girl didn't speak; she blinked curiously, as if observing the reactions of those around her. After a while, she spoke in a pitying tone.

"It feels like this generation doesn't have any dreams."

"Um, um," the middle-aged man stammered, "is that so?"

Yosei Kurusu nodded. "Everyone talks about dreams in such a flippant tone—"

"Surprisingly, you have a lot of dreams~" she said in a gruff voice, mimicking the host's words, "Isn't saying that just admitting you don't have any dreams?"

"But it's not entirely incomprehensible," the girl said with a reminiscing expression. "Before my official debut, I was also an underground idol. Back then, most people became idols because they wanted to make a lot of money~"

"Isn't it a dream to make a lot of money as an idol?" The girl sitting in the center spoke to Yosuke Kurusu again, but the joking tone seemed to have lessened a bit.

"Does that count?" Yosei Kurusu asked, tilting his head. "Making a lot of money is just to make your life more comfortable, right?"

"Making a lot of money and living more comfortably, I think, are just basic goals. Everyone has such goals."

"Even if you have no money, even if you live a hard life, there are things you want to do and goals that only you can achieve. Dreams should be something meaningful."

Jun Matsue recalled the first time he saw Yosei Kurusu perform, the dazzling light that illuminated the dark space, and the unbridled warmth and light emanating from the girl.

"Of course." The girl blinked and winked at the camera.

"If I can make money and live more comfortably, I'll be even happier!"

Jun Matsue stood outside the departing crowd, recalling the girl's speech on stage, waiting for her to appear.

In a sense, Yosei Kurusu is indeed someone who has the confidence to say such things—she used to work part-time to subsidize the expenses of underground idols, and the reason she chose to share an apartment with Jun Matsueda was because the rent was cheap enough.

Once the crowd dispersed, the girl wearing a hat and mask rolled down her car window and waved to her from across the street.

Matsueda Jun walked towards the car. Thinking about it, could this guy be quite inspiring?

The girl patted Matsueda Jun's shoulder forcefully. "How was it? I did a great job, didn't I?"

"You almost scared the manager half to death." Jun Matsueda glanced at the driver's seat, and the woman driving shook her head helplessly.

"I need to contact the program's producers and ask them to be careful when editing. Some of your words were too dangerous, and if they were released directly, they could easily be targeted."

"I'm telling the truth, aren't I?" the girl pouted, dissatisfied.

“Telling the truth in the entertainment industry is inherently a risky thing.” The woman sighed, and the car engine started up.

Yosei Kurusu didn't intend to refute. She simply turned to look at the boy sitting next to her. Jun Matsueda glanced at the woman in the front row and whispered to the girl.

"I support you."

After all, he was a man without dreams.

Those who have no dreams are most easily attracted by dreams.

(End of this chapter)