Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"This is... a new sheet music?"

She picked up the sheet music and carefully looked at the notes and lyrics.

Yuujin Ito nodded. "Yes, this is the next song you need to prepare."

Asada Sakura's fingers lightly traced the sheet music for "God's Drifting" as she hummed softly.

At the beginning, I tried several times because the setting wasn't high enough.

Her body swayed unconsciously, and you could tell she was very satisfied with the song.

After all, it's a song by the world's number one princess; the melody is catchy and full of energy, practically a Japanese version of "Good Luck."

Asada Sakura, who was engrossed in the new song, heard Ito Yuujin say something.

"Practice it well. This song also has a dance, and I plan to have you perform it at the school's cultural festival next Friday."

"Huh? Me?" Asada Sakura suddenly looked up, almost bumping into the hairdryer, her voice filled with panic and disbelief. "But...but the program for the school festival was already submitted, wasn't it? And now they're adding it at the last minute..."

"It's okay, leave everything else to me. You just need to focus on learning." Ito Yujin placed the hairdryer on the table beside him. "Alright, it's almost dry."

As if he had thought of something, he asked Asada Sakura.

Which school do you go to?

It was then that Yuujin Ito realized he hadn't asked Sakura Asada which school she attended.

If they are from the same school, then that's convenient.

But that's probably not the case, since I have absolutely no recollection of it from my time at school.

Of course, even classmates can't be remembered too well.

"I live next door to you."

Yuji Ito paused slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The school next door?"

Sakura Asada shook her head. "No, it's the class next door."

Yuujin Ito fell silent, realizing that his partner was actually very close to him.

Looking back, the only time I tried to build up goodwill was during a night at the convenience store, with just a few simple chats and me helping out.

There are clearly more efficient ways.

"Actually, I recognized you a long time ago. How come you didn't recognize me, Hisahito-kun?"

Asada Sakura lowered her head, her tone revealing an unconcealed disappointment, though a hint of cunning shone in her eyes hidden by her bangs.

It would be a miracle if this guy recognized himself; he's either sleeping or on his way to sleep every day.

If it weren't for his appearance and some fame, I wouldn't have paid any attention to him.

When Ito Yujin heard Asada Sakura's words, he was slightly taken aback, and a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his face.

His gaze darted away, and a pang of guilt welled up inside him.

He did become a bit too carefree at school.

"Um... I usually focus on my studies, so I didn't notice you. Sorry."

Asada Sakura secretly glanced at him and couldn't help but chuckle at his embarrassed expression.

What kind of learning? You're the one who gets called on and made to stand in the corner the most times in class!

She tried hard to purse her lips and control the corners of her mouth that kept trying to turn up.

She even deliberately slumped her shoulders slightly, pretending to still be immersed in the sadness of "not being valued," her voice carrying a soft, aggrieved tone:

"Then... as compensation, can I get a good rest tonight? I... want to sleep in your room."

Chapter 17 Caramel Pudding Swapped with a Demon

"That's absolutely impossible."

"Okay, fine. I'll be happy with sleeping on the sofa then." Asada Sakura's tone was tinged with disappointment.

There is no sofa.

"Ah." Asada Sakura looked around and indeed didn't see a sofa. "Then where will I sleep tonight?"

"Why do we need to sleep?" Ito Yuji asked, looking puzzled. "If you want to sleep, you can just sleep during class tomorrow."

"So you should practice hard, idol, see you tomorrow morning."

Yuujin Ito yawned, leaving Sakura Asada alone, and went back to his bedroom to rest.

Asada Sakura held the sheet music in her hand, her expression one of disbelief. Could there really be such a real person?

Was I really not making a deal with the devil?

......

The next day.

Yujin Ito woke up a few minutes before his alarm went off.

Although there is no 5 a.m. morning run in Japan, it is still very difficult to catch the 9 a.m. class.

He tidied himself up, put on his school uniform, and left the bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Asada Sakura, whose hair was sparse and whose face was haggard, and who seemed to have lost all her energy.

"hello."

She was too weak to speak; if it weren't for her eyes still being open, her breathing and heartbeat still present, he would have suspected a zombie siege.

"Hello."

Yuji Ito picked up his schoolbag, but although it was called a schoolbag, there wasn't a single book inside.

"Go to school."

"it is good."

Asada Sakura gave a vague reply and staggered toward Ito Yuujin.

"Your school uniform and schoolbag."

"It doesn't matter anymore, I kept one at school."

Sakura Asada was too busy to think about anything else. Her only thought was to get back to school as soon as possible and get a good night's sleep.

She didn't care at all whether she would be looked at strangely because she was wearing matching outfits to school.

"Then be careful."

Since Asada Sakura doesn't care, Ito Yuujin won't say anything more.

I'm just a little worried that this guy might actually kick the bucket halfway there.

They couldn't hold on after just one all-nighter; that's how young people are these days.

On his way to school, Yuujin Ito looked at the control panel.

[Target: Asada Sakuri]

Popularity: 2662

[Abilities: Dance E, Vocal C, Learning D]

[Resilience: B+]

[Special Offers: 1. View three of the other person's thoughts for 1000; 2. Choose any piece of music or choreography for 1000; 3. Gift blind box for 5000]

Another night passed, and his popularity had increased significantly. He looked at the video views on his account, which exceeded 1, which was already considered quite good.

But it wasn't nearly as popular as expected; after all, its actual strength was what it was, so it could only be considered a minor hit.

The number of fans didn't increase much, but what excited Yujin Ito the most was that the video revenue was quite considerable.

With a total gain of 4000 yen, he could afford a deluxe side meal of a sausage when he bought red bean bread at noon.

Even Asada Sakura, who was almost asleep while walking, became more alert. What she saw wasn't money, but a huge pile of delicious food beckoning to her.

How much money will he give me, 50/50 or 30/70?

The song wasn't mine, he taught me guitar on the spot, he was in charge of my makeup and styling, and he even edited the video.

So they will allocate their own money.

800 yen? That's enough to buy a caramel pudding.

Sensing that someone was eyeing his property, Yuji Ito remained highly vigilant.

He glanced at the half-dead Asada Sakura, and according to the rules, he should indeed pay her for her work.

But putting aside her wages, does she really not owe herself any money?

"I'll give you the money this afternoon."

"it is good."

Even though it's not given to her now, little Asada Sakura is already very satisfied.

The two walked together and encountered several pairs of students going to school together along the way.

They chatted and laughed, talking about celebrities, anime, and their newly bought toys.

The atmosphere was lively and bustling.

Even such active and energetic young people, including some office workers, couldn't help but glance at Ito Yujin and his companion a few more times.

There's no other reason than that it's just too strange.

A male high school student, with the standard handsome looks of a Tokyo guy, paired with a strange girl, like an indescribable shadow crawling.

I'm not criticizing Sakura Asada, but praising her sense of style. She paired her innocent love outfit with a listless demeanor, making her the complete opposite of Yuujin Ito.

Denim shorts paired with loafers—it's hard to tell if they're going to school or somewhere else...

She covered her face with her bangs, not wanting to be noticed by too many people, but this behavior only made people think she was a freak.

And so, drawing attention, they quickly arrived at the school, Hibiya Higher School.