Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

After all, going to karaoke and belting out a few songs can not only relax you, but also be considered a unique way to practice your voice.

Ito had no objection. He glanced at Nagano Sae, thinking she would find an excuse to leave, but to his surprise, she nodded slightly in agreement.

So the group then headed to a nearby karaoke bar.

We booked a large private room where a neon ball rotated, projecting colorful lights.

Microphones instantly became hot commodities.

Fujikawa and Shinno, two tone-deaf guys, rushed up first and belted out a popular anime theme song. They were completely off-key, but they were having a blast, which made everyone burst into laughter.

Yoshida Nai and Natsumi Aoi requested a popular song by a female idol group, singing and dancing energetically.

Ito sat on the sofa in the corner, watching them make a fuss, and felt much more relaxed.

He noticed that Nagano Sae chose a seat on the side, did not participate in the microphone grabbing, but listened quietly, occasionally nodding slightly in rhythm.

After singing a few rounds, everyone got a little tired and started chatting in small groups and playing dice games.

Ito took the opportunity to slip out of the private room, wanting to go to the restroom and get some fresh air.

The corridor was relatively quiet. He had just reached the corner when he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, Nagano Sae, standing alone by the window at the end of the corridor, looking at the bustling traffic outside.

The last rays of the setting sun shone on her.

Ito hesitated for a moment, but still went over.

"President, why are you here all alone?" He tried to make his tone sound natural.

Nagano Sae turned her head at the sound, her face expressionless. "It's a bit stuffy inside, I came out for some fresh air."

She paused, then looked at Ito. "And you?"

"Me too."

Ito walked over to her and also looked out the window.

“Thank you for today…” Nagano Sae suddenly said.

"nothing."

A brief silence fell between the two.

The hustle and bustle of the city outside the window contrasted sharply with the quietness of the corridor.

"Stage plays..." Ito tried to start a conversation, "What areas do you think we still need to improve?"

Sae Nagano thought for a moment, "The overall completion is good, and the emotions conveyed are also very good."

"Yes, thank you for the compliment." Ito nodded.

Another silence followed.

Ito felt a little awkward and was about to make an excuse to go back when Nagano Sae suddenly spoke up, her voice very soft, "They all like you."

Ito paused for a moment, somewhat surprised that Nagano Sae would bring this up on her own initiative.

"Ah...yes," Ito mumbled, unsure how to respond.

Nagano Sae didn't say anything more, but simply turned back and continued to gaze quietly out the window.

Ito stood beside her, looking out the window, his mind in turmoil.

He knew that some problems could not be avoided indefinitely.

After the assessment, he had to make a choice, or at least face these complex emotions and give a clear explanation.

However, he still has no clue about that answer.

No... I already have an idea.

"Here, take this back." Nagano Sae took out the couple's bracelet that she had previously obtained under the guise of an investment from her bag and stuffed it into Ito's hand.

"Ah." Ito was a little taken aback, but Nagano Sae didn't give him time to react and walked straight back to the private room.

"Consider it my investment in you, Ito." She concluded with this casual remark, "A token of our love will do too."

Chapter 248 Feelings cannot be measured by liking, but not even saying you like someone is just being perfunctory.

Now that all their work-related matters have temporarily come to an end, they can finally enjoy a short holiday.

Besides sleeping soundly in the apartment, Asada also spent her time researching different kinds of food. Although Ito bought all the ingredients, Ito still felt that Asada was neglecting her career too much.

They kept saying things like it wouldn't matter even if I retired, trying to force Ito to shut up.

How could you say something like that!

What if talking about it too much actually comes true?

Who knows the hardships Ito has endured along the way, and who will comfort him?

And that guy Takikawa has completely transformed into a parasitic creature; whenever there are fewer ready-to-eat foods in the refrigerator, the murderer becomes obvious.

As for the other party's thick skin or ability to withstand pressure, Ito considers them to be among the best in the industry.

She was caught red-handed and still managed to deny knowing anything, spouting nonsense about food suddenly appearing in her mouth after she woke up.

And he pretended to be just as frightened, but the chewing motion of his mouth was not heard.

Anyway, these days have been particularly chaotic.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Ito tidied her clothes. The weather was nice today, and with some free time, she decided to go see that lonely Yuriko Minamoto.

She will only agree to cooperate with treatment after I do something to satisfy her.

What a terrible temper! Just wanting to maintain the dignity that had been with him his whole life, he actually proposed such a deal.

Ito had no intention of actually satisfying the other party.

After all, in his memory, the other party had never been satisfied with anything; at most, they had only acquiesced.

Even Ito believed it was an excuse the other party deliberately made to prevent Ito from pursuing the matter relentlessly.

"tie!"

In the mirror, Ito could see Asada holding the tie she had given him.

“Wearing a tie is a bit too formal, and it’s not like we’re going to some important ceremony.” Ito’s hand unconsciously went to his neck.

"Squat down!" Asada ignored Ito's rebuttal.

That's really domineering.

Ito crouched down slightly.

“Going to see Grandma is a very important thing!” Asada said while tying Ito’s tie. “If you act like a slacker, Grandma will think I haven’t taken good care of you.”

"To avoid giving my grandma the impression that I'm a weak and sloppy girl, I have to wear a tie!"

"If it's just cohabitation, no..."

Ito reached for the tie around his neck, which had suddenly tightened.

Why did this person suddenly start straining while they were talking?

"It's all for Grandma!" Asada leaned out and looked in the mirror in front of Ito. "Do you understand?"

Unable to speak due to the tie, Ito could only nod sensibly, which satisfied Asada and gave him a chance to catch his breath.

Her temper is getting worse and worse; she was perfectly normal before the stage play performance.

"I'm heading out now. I probably won't be back for lunch," Ito said, changing his shoes in the entryway as he gave his final instructions.

"Wait a minute!" Asada ran over with a bento box in her hands. "These are snacks I specially prepared for Grandma."

“It’s not sweet,” Asada added.

Ito took it, his expression somewhat strange.

So Ito still didn't understand how they could seem closer than he had, even though they had only met a few times.

"Hurry up! Go early and come back early. Remember to tell me what you want for dinner on Line before you come back," Asada urged Ito as he left.

“Okay,” Ito replied, opening the apartment door, and then…

He was completely stunned.

"Chinatsu?" Ito looked at the girl with the bun hairstyle holding a bouquet of flowers in front of him. "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say you were going to visit Grandma today, Hisahito?" Mori asked, smelling the purple bouquet in her hand. "After all, I'm Yourahito's girlfriend, so I should show you how I feel."

Her gaze lingered on Ito's bow tie for a moment. "I think Asada-senpai shares the same thoughts as me."

"Is Chinatsu here to play?" Asada smiled kindly. "It's fine for Ito to go see Grandma by himself. It might be noisy if there are too many people. Grandma probably prefers quiet."

“That’s what I thought too.” Mori tucked the bouquet into Ito’s arms, then walked past Ito into the room.

Just as Ito was about to turn around and say something, the metal door slammed shut.

"......"

Suddenly I don't really want to go to the hospital anymore. I think Yuriko can understand that.

“If you stay here any longer, you’ll miss the bus to the subway station.” As if guessing Ito’s thoughts, Asada’s voice came from inside the door.

"We must convey our feelings to Grandma," Mori said in the same way.

With mixed feelings, Ito arrived at Tokyo Medical University Hospital, walked into the inpatient department with ease, and came to the door of Yuriko Minamoto's ward.

After gently knocking on the door and receiving a "come in" response, he opened the door and saw Yuriko Minamoto leaning against the pillows, holding a book in her hands.

They must have guessed that the person was Ito, because the other person didn't put down the book, wearing glasses with chains, and looked intently at the contents of the book.

Yuriko Minamoto is thinner than before.

The room smelled different from the pungent disinfectant smell in the hallway; it had a pleasant, indescribable fragrance. I don't know how Yuriko Minamoto managed to do that.

Since the other party doesn't want to talk to him now, Ito doesn't want to bother them either, as it won't do him any good except for getting a scolding.

He put the bouquet of flowers that Mori brought into the vase and opened the bento box that Asada had prepared, revealing the delicate sweets inside.

Ito sat quietly beside him, waiting for him to finish reading. He had already said he wouldn't be going back for lunch, so he had plenty of time. "You can leave your things and go."

After waiting for a while, Yuriko finally spoke, but her eyes never fell on Ito.

"If it weren't for Chika and Sakura's preparations, I wouldn't even let you in the door."