Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Chapter 24 Ragdoll Cat, Very Cunning!

Three is the most stable number, like a solid triangle, so a dinner table with three people should be the most harmonious.

At least on the surface, that's how it seems.

Even if three people share two salt-grilled saury, there won't be any problems.

Chinatsu Mori placed the bowls containing saury in front of Yuujin Ito and Sakura Asada respectively.

The fish exudes the aroma of sea salt and oil after grilling, and gleams with an enticing honey-colored sheen under the light.

She then sat down next to Yujin Ito.

"Asada-senpai, how about trying my saury?"

When she said this, Chinatsu Mori's expression was full of anticipation.

Under her watchful gaze, Asada Sakura picked up a piece of saury with her chopsticks.

The fish meat gleamed enticingly, its skin baked to a golden brown and crispy perfection, with a hint of charred aroma.

The moment you put the meat in your mouth, the caramelized and tender flavor instantly spreads across your tongue, and the unique salt-grilled flavor blends perfectly with the fresh and tender texture of the saury.

"It tastes really good, Chika, you're a great cook."

Asada Sakura smiled, her voice as soft as cotton soaked in warm water.

Upon hearing this, Chinatsu Morikami narrowed her eyes like a ragdoll cat hearing its owner's praise.

"That's good. I was worried you wouldn't like the food," she said in a light tone, but her gaze seemed to drift towards Ito Yuujin beside her.

"After all, I made it entirely according to my senior's taste, and I was afraid that my senior would think it was too salty or too bland."

“Don’t worry,” Asada Sakura put down her chopsticks, her voice still gentle, tilting her head slightly. “It’s probably because Ito-kun and I usually eat the same things, so our tastes have become similar.”

He sounded a little troubled when he spoke.

I don't know if I'm bothered by always eating with Yujin Ito, or by the fact that we have the same tastes.

Asada Sakura was just saying something very ordinary, at least that's what Ito Yuujin thought.

A partner you picked up yourself would never say that on purpose.

As for any potential misunderstandings, Yuujin Ito didn't care at all. Indeed, they usually ate the same discounted bento boxes.

The cheapest kind.

Flavor doesn't matter, as long as it's edible. If rice weren't so expensive, he could eat bean sprouts with rice for a lifetime...

That kind of life was hell.

We'll talk about other things after Grandma's illness is cured.

While Yuuhito Ito was focused on eating and thinking, little did he know that a silent war was breaking out right next to him.

A cat with a bun hairstyle who steals fish and an idol lady with no talent.

"Senior, I saw it on the school forum. You're definitely not the kind of person who would pester a man relentlessly, right?"

"of course not."

"That's good. I thought you would forgive him after he did something so outrageous."

"Of course not."

"Then why did you apologize? It's obviously the senior's fault."

"No, that's not true. It's all my fault."

"Oh, I thought so." Morigami Chinatsu's mouth was slightly open, her gaze shifting between Ito Yuujin and Asada Sakuri. "So, senpai, what are you two doing now...?"

Sakura Asada flipped the saury over with chopsticks, but her technique was poor and it broke in two.

Oh no, we're still one step behind.

But what she said was too blunt; how could she be so direct?

Shameless filthy bastard!

“Ito-kun and I,” she took a deep breath, raised her head, looked directly at Mori, her chestnut eyes filled with a declarative seriousness, “are partners. Partners who work together towards a common goal.”

"Oh, I see. Ito-senpai and I are partners now too~"

As Moriue Chinatsu said this, she subtly moved toward Ito Yuujin, tilting her head slightly to that side.

The last few words were pronounced with a sweet, cloying sweetness, as if the word "partner" was coated with a layer of caramel.

Asada Sakura's chopsticks clattered onto the porcelain plate as she picked up food, splashing sauce that stained the pleats of her pleated skirt.

"Are you alright, senior?"

Seeing this, Chinatsu Mori took out a handkerchief from her pocket, went to the spot where Sakura Asada's skirt was stained, and began to wipe it clean.

The movements were gentle and delicate.

"There are still stains, but luckily I wiped them off quickly, otherwise they would have been hard to clean."

"Th...thank you."

"It's okay, senior. You're just so cute."

"what!"

A blush crept up the tips of Asada Sakura's ears; she had never experienced being complimented on her cuteness by a girl before.

"I mean, senior, your clumsy way of being is cute. But your shyness now is even cuter."

Asada Sakura felt something burning from the base of her ear to her neck.

To be praised in such a gentle yet teasing tone, especially by such a beautiful girl.

She secretly observed Ito Yuujin out of the corner of her eye; no wonder she could accept someone with such a terrible personality.

So I'm the one who's cheating?

As Mori-gami Chinatsu stood up and casually stuffed her dirty handkerchief into her pocket, Asada Sakura keenly noticed the pattern on the handkerchief.

That was a handkerchief specially provided by a private restaurant in Ginza.

so......

Ha, I've caught you red-handed, you thieving cat!

I almost got caught up in it myself; it was really dangerous.

She glanced at Ito Yuujin, who was already eating. What a simple-minded guy, actually being bewitched by mere beauty.

Chinatsu Moriue returned to her seat and ate her meal in small bites.

Her action just now clearly showed that Asada Sakura was wavering, and then that state quickly disappeared.

They're really difficult to deal with.

The leisurely time before dinner was drawing to a close.

Yujin Ito, who hadn't participated in the conversation, had finished eating. After clearing away the dishes, he sat back down.

What kind of inside information are you talking about?

"Well? I'll have to trouble you to add me as a friend on Line first."

They don't even have any contact information, so what's the big deal?

I watched as the two of them added each other as friends under the table, out of my sight.

Sakura Asada completely forgot that she didn't have any contact information either.

"An orange cat basking in the sun, I never expected my senior's profile picture to be so cute."

"Ding"

"You have a gift, please check it. (≧?≦)ノ"

A document named 'Cultural Festival Performance List'

"Thanks."

Even though the two people are less than 20 centimeters apart, they still chat on their phones.

It made me feel like a stranger, and I didn't care at all.

Asada Sakura poked at the potato in her bowl with her chopsticks, as if it were a heinous villain.

Yuujin Ito opened the file sent to him by Chinatsu Morikami.

When swiping the screen, the fingertip touches the "Cast Profiles" page.

Each name was followed by a detailed table, with even Chairman Nagano's "coffee preferences" specified as "no sugar, with milk".

Contact information, personal information, and even measurements are recorded.

Scroll to the end, and next to Mori Chinatsu's number is a note: "Please call for emergencies (you can also call me when you're bored~)", and there is an X in the privacy section (there is nothing you want to see here).

At the same time, a new message notification sound came from the phone.

Chinatsu Mori's avatar flashed on the screen.

"Senior, would you like to know something that wasn't mentioned in the materials?"

Yuujin Ito subconsciously looked up and met Chinatsu Uemori's gaze.

Her violet eyes gleamed slyly under the light, and her lips curled into a slight smile as she looked at him.

Chapter 25 A Bad Woman Even More Detestable Than a Cat Stealing Fish

"I have absolutely no interest in your news."

"Ugh... How heartless, senpai." Mori-gami Chinatsu immediately clutched her chest, leaning back dramatically, her face showing deep shock.

“But that’s not what I wanted to say,” she changed the subject, pointing precisely to the end of the program, “that the program is actually missing one.”

Yujin Ito also noticed this; even with the addition of announcements and other events, there was still a 5-minute gap in the program's performance time.

If Moriue Chika hadn't brought it up, he would have almost thought it was just a flexible time reserved by the organizers to prevent any unexpected events.