Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

The power of the trial card reached its peak in the third minute.

Yujin Ito was completely having a blast, his piano body swaying and drawing silver arcs, his pupils gleaming with excitement.

The fingertips played a dazzling tapping technique on the four strings—the index and middle fingers tapped alternately, while the ring finger muffled the sound on the back of the neck, creating a stereo sound effect similar to keyboard chords.

Rin Iketani noticed that his feet were using a "drag" technique, similar to that of a jazz drummer, when he was tapping the beat, with the accents always landing 0.1 seconds later than the metronome.

In the last thirty seconds, Yujin Ito suddenly abandoned all his techniques, returning to the simplest root note glissando in the last eight bars, but infusing each note with a completely different emotion.

As the last notes faded in the lounge, the breathing of everyone in the practice room could be clearly heard.

Mei Airi was the first to applaud, her gaze becoming somewhat fervent.

Rin Iketani's bass was still resting on Yuujin Ito's shoulder, with a patch of sweat seeping from the area where the instrument was pressed against his chest.

I just used up a lot of energy, and I acted too recklessly.

"Do you still think that talent is all that matters?" Yujin Ito took off his bass guitar, the strap leaving red marks on his collarbone. "Besides, even someone like me is willing to stay behind the scenes, so her talent is beyond doubt."

Mei Airi did not respond, but she admitted that Ito Yuujin's performance had truly amazed her.

Rin Iketani's skills are far inferior, perhaps only to that original bassist... no, even he is still a bit behind.

What an excellent child! She recalled the talented people she had met in her life.

Perhaps only that guy could catch up at this age.

"Would you like to be my bassist?"

"Riko!"

The guitarist wanted to stop Mei Airi, but he couldn't find a reason to refute her.

At such a young age, he already possesses world-class skills; his future is truly limitless.

Yuji Ito shook his head and returned the bass to Rin Iketani.

"I just want to stay where there are better prospects for making money."

"Okay, whatever you want." Mei Airi waved her hand. She hadn't really thought she could invite Ito Yuujin. After all, a bassist as good as him would be sought after wherever he went.

So if he's willing to accompany that child to complete their career as the number one idol, he won't be easily persuaded by others.

Mei Airi stepped forward and handed the signed paper to Ito Yuujin, saying, "You didn't come here for autographs, did you?"

"Ah."

Yujin Ito generously admitted that if it were just for signing autographs, he wouldn't need to spend popularity points to exchange for trial cards.

Was it all just to show off in front of others? He admitted it was indeed very satisfying.

But there is something even more important.

"Please give us a chance to collaborate with your band."

What's the fastest way to gain popularity points? It's obviously to collaborate with teams that are already top-tier in terms of popularity.

"Okay."

To Ito Yujin's surprise, Ume Airiko agreed quickly, but then suddenly changed the subject.

"However, I have one condition."

She pointed to her phone, which still showed the same YouTube video.

It already has over 3000 likes.

"The next three videos you post should all get more than 100,000 likes."

"Okay, I agree."

After exchanging LINE contact information with Airi Mei, Yuujin Ito took the autograph and left with Sakura Asada.

Watching them leave, the guitarist asked, somewhat puzzled, "Riko, why did you agree? Just because of that kid's skills?"

"Of course not." She recalled the barely noticeable Asada Sakura, "Don't you think that girl looks a lot like someone?"

"Who?"

"Even though she was wearing colored contact lenses and I hadn't seen her for several years, I still recognized her. She's Haruko's child."

"No, then why did you agree? Aren't you just asking for a scolding?"

The guitarist was incredulous; he thought the guy next to him had gone mad.

“It doesn’t matter, they can’t finish anyway.” She walked to Ikeya Rin’s side, squatted down and cupped Ikeya Rin’s cheek in her hand. “Besides, if they finish, I can ask Rin to come and get scolded with me. That guy loves Rin the most.”

......

Walking through the bustling streets of Shibuya, Yuujin Ito, having achieved his goal, really wanted to play "SPECIALZ" for this lively place.

Meanwhile, Sakura Asada, who was following behind him, was hesitating whether or not to tell Yuujin Ito the truth.

Having three works that have reached 100,000 likes allows you to participate in the Tokyo Rock Festival and share the stage with Sakata SAK, an event that happens every year.

So there's no need to make any promises at all, she looked at Yuuhito Ito.

He should know, right?

I think so?

Chapter 12 Are there only bad women in the world?

"Clap."

The beef bento box fell onto the cashier's counter.

Yuji Ito eventually found out.

Of course, it wasn't Asada Sakura who said it.

At that moment, she was also happily planning to buy a bottle of iced barley tea.

Hearing the sound of the beef bento box falling, she had no choice but to reluctantly withdraw her hand.

His eyes were full of reluctance.

"My barley tea~~"

Sakura Asada pouted and followed Yuujin Ito, quietly placing her beef bento on the cashier's counter.

Yuji Ito stared intently at the poster that the convenience store clerk had just put up.

The words "Tokyo Rock Festival" were displayed, along with a striking group photo of Sakata SAK and his friends.

There's a smaller line below that says you can apply if you have three music-related works that have over 10 likes each.

Mei Airi's gaze seemed to penetrate the poster, deeply mocking Ito Yuujin.

So what was all that effort I just put in?

What did she take me for?!

"That's fake, isn't it?"

Yuji Ito pointed to the poster and asked the shop assistant blankly.

I've already paid for this beef bento box myself, so the power of money will surely protect me, right...?

Under Ito Yujin's expectant gaze, the shop assistant glanced at the poster on the wall and answered casually:

"Oh, that's how it is every year. There's no need to fake it."

"each year?"

Yuji Ito heard something incredible.

That doesn't mean anything. He turned his head and looked at Asada Sakura as if he had lost his soul. "You don't know, do you?"

Sakura Asada has been trying very hard to minimize her presence, but unfortunately, she still hasn't mastered that skill.

He could only shake his head frantically, trying to get away with it.

"..."

Yuujin Ito understood completely; this guy knew all along, so everyone in the lounge knew.

I must seem very strange to them, someone who knows nothing.

Under Asada Sakura's gaze, which was as narrow as a pinhole, he took the beef bento back to the shelf and chose the cheapest one from the bentos labeled "four cuts".

"Let's eat this today."

Sakura Asada immediately nodded, because she felt that Yuujin Ito's current state was strange.

He was smiling...

His smile was just a little creepy.

Being deceived by two women in one day, Ito-kun is so naive.

After having the staff heat up his bento, he picked up the plastic bag and walked straight out of the store.

The two walked side by side, passing by delinquents vomiting or girls with suitcases, and a few young men in ripped jeans lying at the corner of the alley.

Or perhaps it's a middle-aged man who just came out of an izakaya, completely drunk.

Of course, there are also quite a few dangerous girls drinking pink Monster Energy drinks, their black nail polish tapping out a restless rhythm on the can.

I never want to meet a landmine girl in my entire life.

However, girls who wear outfits that are considered "landmines" (meaning they might look bad) can still accept it.

Walk to the subway station and wait for the next train.

Noticing that Asada Sakura was staring intently at the bento in his hand, Ito Yuujin couldn't help but speak up.

So you're coming back with me?

"Ah, me."

Asada Sakura, embarrassed by the question, met Ito Yuujin's gaze. She hurriedly lowered her eyelids, her two index fingers gently tapping together under her skirt, her feet in brown loafers rubbing against the ground.

Are you going to abandon me?

She didn't want to go home, because that would mean paying extra for the subway.