Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Asada struggled to lift her head, her face still flushed, and the red mark on her nose from the earlier collision still visible. Her expression of shame and indignation made her look like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Yoshida Nai grinned mischievously and gently pressed her thumb against her forehead to stop her from resisting any further.

"You weren't shy at all getting so close to Ito just now, but now you're acting all serious with me?" Yoshida Nai had a smug, teasing smile on her lips.

Oh, this silly child...

Ito rubbed his forehead and shook his head. Although he hadn't seen through Yoshida Nai's scheme, if everything was done according to his wishes, at least the money would still be in his hands.

My foolish idol, when will you stop being so naive?

Wait a minute! Something's not right!

Because the lighting was so poor, and because Yoshida Nai's wallet was dark red, it was difficult to see the details.

But Ito keenly noticed that although Asada's face still showed an expression of utter shame and indignation, and she was on the verge of tears, the hand that Yoshida Nai was holding down was making extremely slight and restless movements with her fingers!

Could it be that...?

"That's enough, Sakura~" Yoshida Nai smiled and pressed down on Asada's hand that was reaching into the wallet. "If you keep exploring like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the 'contents' inside, okay?"

Asada, caught red-handed in his little act, immediately showed an undisguised look of disappointment, like a kitten caught stealing fish.

She reluctantly and slowly pulled her hand out of Yoshida Nai's purse.

"How long are you going to keep this up?!"

"Clearly, you were watching with great interest just now, Manager." After letting go of Asada, Yoshida Nai lowered her head and retorted softly.

Having finally escaped Yoshida Nai's "clutches," Asada, like a frightened rabbit, darted behind Ito, her little hands still tightly gripping Ito's wrist.

Ito felt a small, hard, rectangular card-like object being stuffed into his palm.

what?

Between Asada's soft palms, Ito felt a rectangular, card-like object.

He glanced down without making a sound, and was greatly shocked.

This is Yoshida Nai's ID card.

So Asada stole this? What's the use of it?

Seemingly to answer Ito's question, Asada leaned close to Ito's ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

“We can use this to get a loan… Ms. Hayakawa told me she knows several… um… the procedures are super simple, and the approval process is super fast…”

Ito raised an eyebrow after hearing this. No, this... why?

Miki Hayakawa!

He glanced back at the seemingly harmless Asada, wondering if Hayakawa had corrupted his mind to this extent.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going." Seeing that they remained silent, the disheveled shopkeeper took a step to leave.

"Wait!" Ito quickly called out to him, forcibly suppressing his shock at Asada's "bad behavior." "You at least have to tell us why those musical instruments disappeared? Where did they go?"

At the very least, the cause of death should be written on the death certificate so that it can be properly handed over to Xinye, the family member.

Moreover, he also had some ambiguous and unclear relationships with these people.

After all, one of his instruments could be considered to be among them.

"Manager, please tell us!" Yoshida Naya was also concerned about the answer. "If you really can't afford to pay, you have to give me my wages for today first."

"You've only been working for two hours." The disheveled store manager's face darkened.

“At least I clocked in today,” Yoshida Nai said matter-of-factly.

Ito really didn't understand; according to the other party, they were planning to form a band.

But what does this have to do with his batch of musical instruments? Besides, he also has a large number of musical instruments in his shop.

"Anyway, you can't solve it even if I tell you."

"How do you know we can't solve this if you don't tell us?" Judging from the other party's tone, there is still room for maneuver.

Since it can be resolved and is related to money, it's not a big deal.

"Yes, manager."

"Please trust us, you slovenly old man." Asada's voice was very pleasant, but the words he spoke were not.

Fortunately, the slovenly shop manager didn't seem to care much about Asada's words. He walked down the steps, pulled up a stool, and sat down.

"Since you say you can solve it, then I'll be frank." The disheveled shopkeeper's eyes were hidden in the darkness.

"Asada, let's go back." Ito suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.

"You've already missed your chance to leave," the disheveled shopkeeper sneered.

It’s over.

"You should know that I'm going to form a band, right?"

"A band? Shopkeeper, could it be?!" Yoshida Nai reacted strongly upon hearing the word "band".

"Yes, that's exactly what I want."

Yoshida Nai nodded, a knowing look on her face. "So you're finally planning to sell the shop and become a street artist, huh?"

"It has absolutely nothing to do with that!" The disheveled shop manager tugged at his wrinkled white long-sleeved shirt. "Actually, it's because of my sister, the one you're talking about, Saionji Chizuru."

"what?"

"Ah?"

Ito didn't react much, since he could roughly guess what was going on, but for Asada and Yoshida, the impact of this information was no less than knowing that he 'wanted to become a magical girl'.

"Did you...did you sleep in the basement all day and get confused? Or...did you get tetanus from those rusty metal sheets and it affected your brain?"

She cautiously moved closer, waved her hand in front of the shop manager's eyes, and spoke with a tone full of worry.

Chapter 122 A Valuable Bet

The fact that Saionji store manager could tolerate Yoshida Nai really shows that she has extraordinary talent.

If it were Ito, he would want to sew Yoshida Nai's mouth shut.

Saionji Chizuru wouldn't care about a stranger for no reason, especially since she would even pay out of her own pocket to clean up his mess.

This naturally indicates that the slovenly shop manager and she have an unusual relationship, but no one expected that they would be siblings.

After all, it can be said that the two have absolutely nothing in common; at most, they may both be involved in activities related to musical instruments.

Seeing that the slovenly shop manager had no intention of acknowledging her, Yoshida Naya said no more.

But the next guest to appear was another heavyweight, Asada Sakura, who hesitated slightly before speaking: "Captain Saionji, she knows about this older brother— um—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ito covered his mouth, and Asada's warm breath wafted through his fingers into his palm. He could already see the disheveled shopkeeper's expression turn icy cold.

If he let the other party continue, he was afraid that he would not be able to complete the task at all.

"hiss!"

Ito abruptly withdrew his hand, revealing a crescent-shaped tooth mark on his tiger's mouth, oozing fine beads of blood.

Asada stood to one side, blushing and silent, but a hint of bright red still lingered at the corner of her mouth.

"That was a really hard bite," Ito said, taking out a tissue from his pocket to wipe away the blood and Asada's remaining saliva.

"Please continue."

This episode ends with Ito paying a heavy price, and the slovenly shop manager begins to explain the whole incident.

"As you can see, this is a showroom, or a live house."

You can see it; Ito glanced at the dilapidated surroundings and the chair whose back was even damaged.

Transforming it into a haunted house would actually be quite nice.

“My parents asked me to manage these two shops. Lexing is to be handed over to Qianhe later, while this exhibition hall belongs to me. I have put a lot of effort into running these two shops well.”

This is obvious.

It's truly remarkable that she put in so much effort, even developing dark circles under her eyes, and still managed to find time to draw a popular comic.

"But suddenly they want to hand over the music store to me and give this exhibition hall to Chizuru. How can that be!" The disheveled shop manager's voice was filled with anger.

"I finally managed to bankrupt this store, and if I do this, I'll just look like a jerk who bullied my sister."

It seems that in the heat of the moment, the other person revealed their inner thoughts.

"So, to make up for my poor management skills, I thought of forming a band to save the store's dismal business, since no band would want to perform here."

They at least have some self-awareness.

"But it seems I was being a bit presumptuous; no one was willing to team up with me."

“That’s for sure, the store manager is so slovenly,” Yoshida Nai commented at the opportune moment.

Pretending not to hear the other person's teasing, the slovenly shop manager continued, "So I had no choice but to settle for second best and train a new band, but I felt that would take too much time, so I held an audition."

Hearing this, Ito frowned. "So you lent those instruments to the people who participated in the selection, and they ran away with them?"

“If you do that, the police will get involved.” The disheveled shopkeeper looked at Ito. “Besides, I’m not the kind of idiot who would lend out valuables to just anyone!”

On behalf of Xinye, I thank you for your praise.

"So what exactly happened? Can we fast forward?" Yoshida Nai was getting annoyed.

This time, the slovenly store manager chose to take the advice.

"I lost the bet."

It's very brief and abbreviated, completely omitting the process, only the result, and even the result is incomplete.

There's no need to omit it like that.

After that, with further explanation from the other party, Ito roughly understood what had happened.

Because they need to hold a band audition and then sign an exclusive contract with the winner, but without any profit, as he said, no one will participate.

To maximize the effect, he brought out all the instruments from his instrument shop and borrowed a batch from Xinye as well.

As a reward for the winning band, each member can choose any song, but there is a prerequisite: the original song must meet the band's standards.