Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Who is Fujikawa?" Asada Sakura asked, looking puzzled.

"That blond guy who wears a white glove at the school gate every day."

“That person... I think I’ve seen him before.” After swallowing what was in her mouth, Asada Sakura continued, “At first, I saw him walking towards the broadcasting room.”

"The broadcasting room, that's exactly where I need to go."

The two arrived at the broadcasting room, which was now probably the quietest place in the world.

Only two resentful broadcasters guarded the cold radio station, with someone else beside them...

"White silk cat-eared male and female characters?"

Fujikawa Kaze stood in the corner of the broadcasting room, his face flushed, his blond hair particularly fitting for the moment.

From the moment the door to the broadcasting room was pushed open, Fujikawa Kaze knew he was doomed.

He saw Asada Sakura's crimson shrine maiden outfit. He knew that Asada Sakura would never come to this place, so Ito Yuujin must be here too.

"Pfft." Asada Sakura was the first to burst out laughing, and the bells at her waist jingled.

What's going on here?

Ito Yujin didn't smile, but even without his mockery or other words, Fujikawa Kaze could sense the schadenfreude on that hateful face.

That despicable Yuuhito Ito.

Yuujin Ito squatted down and tugged at Fujikawa Kaze's white stockings. "The quality is pretty good."

"Don't, don't touch me!" Fujikawa Kaze's face was flushed red, almost dripping blood, and his cat headband was askew.

"Luckily I didn't see the news, otherwise I'm afraid I would have been forced to wear this outfit by Chairman Nagano."

Yujin Ito's downturned lips clearly indicated that he was deliberately suppressing a laugh.

"I remember the president stipulated that you have to add 'meow~' at the end of your sentences, why aren't you following that rule?"

"Ito, are you trying to get yourself killed! Wearing this was already a last resort, and if you keep saying 'meow'..." His voice trailed off, finally drowned out by Asada Sakura's uncontrollable laughter.

"The student council's plan is excellent!" Ito Yuujin released his hand expressionlessly and helped Fujikawa Kaze straighten his headband.

90 stars, dedicated to the heartless and insane president.

Shouldn't we include subjective factors? It seems that abusing power for personal gain is still the most blatant tactic.

To conceal her preference for cat-eared maids, she manipulated the outcome by referring to male members.

Sae Nagano, you win.

One of the announcers rubbed his eyes, sat up straight, and pushed up his slipping glasses: "Is there something you need? If not, please keep quiet."

"If you're busy, please play these songs for the next few minutes." Yuujin Ito handed the announcer a USB drive containing "Want to Be Cute" and "God's Drifting"

"God's Drifting" was recorded last night, and I even specially asked Anna Takikawa to help Sakura Asada with the harmonies.

In the bustling culture of Hibiya Higher School, what could be more exciting than "God's Drifting"?

So when the broadcaster inserted the USB drive and opened "God's Drifting"...

Nagano Sae stood beneath the wishing wall in the courtyard, writing on a sticky note with the nib of her pen.

The drumbeats in the intro, mixed with the vibrations of the bass, caused her hand to slip, and the note was torn.

The electronic sound effect, "Yo~," exploded like fireworks, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"思い通りにいかないことだらけ (I don’t know why I don’t always follow my heart lately)"

“It’s this song!” Takikawa Anna shamelessly joined Morikami Chinatsu’s maid café, working two part-time jobs at the same time. She looked at the speakers hanging on the wall and moved even more nimbly.

Her hand holding the maid's tray swayed with her movements, and the cream flakes on the strawberry sundae flew onto the customer's nose.

At the exit of the haunted house, Rie Totsugi's ghost mask was tilted on her head, and her face, which had turned pale with fright inside, regained its rosy hue.

"神のまにまに向せのままに (Happiness that has not yet opened is at your side)"

She stood there blankly next to a couple, listening to the upbeat melody.

The short-haired girl who runs the track and field club's stall also precisely places the egg rice cracker into the paper boat held by the customer when the rhythm of "飲めや歌えやどんちゃん騒ぎ (a sip of sake under the moon is not enough to beat the drum)" plays.

"Bang! Bang!"

At the same time, balloons that had been released from somewhere suddenly burst open one after another in the air.

Countless cherry blossom petals flew out, attracting the attention of almost everyone, and excited screams rose and fell from the rooftop among the members of the anime club.

Through the windows of the broadcasting room, pink petals refracted rainbows in the sunlight.

As Nagano Sae looked up, half a piece of sticky note was swept away by the airflow and landed right on a falling petal. The damaged word "love" overlapped with the lyrics "Motto motto jibun o aiseru yo (May you love yourself more and more)," like a blessing casually written by a god.

Yes

"花を咲かそう(Let the flowers bloom)"

Drinking, singing, and making noise freely—such days are not bad.

"大きな花を天まで成くく"

Asada Sakura's words overlapped with the song's ending, embedded in the blank space of the chorus.

"Ito."

"大きな花を天まで时くくらいの! (The extremely vast flowers reach to the sky!)"

Yuji Ito turned around and met her bright gaze, the bells at his waist jingling.

Put the cat headband that Fujikawa Fuze is wearing on his head.

A rainbow refracted from cherry blossom petals shone into the broadcasting room. She took half a step forward, and the bell suddenly rang urgently.

"Th-thank you...meow~"

The scarlet hakama of her shrine maiden outfit swayed with her movements, her cherry blossom-shaped pupils trembled, and her face was flushed.

Chapter 50 Girls Sometimes Need to Be Cute Too

"No, wait a minute, Asada..."

The system's announcement, which was accompanied by a rapid increase in popularity, overlapped with Asada Sakura's voice, causing Ito Yuujin to mishear it.

You can observe her fluffy cat ears, coupled with her shy expression.

We have a rough, accurate assessment.

"Are you also planning to participate in the student council's temporary work activities?" Yuuji Ito's eyes were full of satisfaction. "The cat-eared girl in the shrine maiden outfit... hmm, this combination should easily earn a higher hourly wage, right?"

"Ah...I..."

Sakura Asada wanted to explain, but she absolutely couldn't bring herself to say it again; "meow" was even more embarrassing than she had imagined.

I wanted to comfort the heartbroken high school boys, but unfortunately, Ito didn't have that chance.

"Don't...don't look at me like that." She almost pleaded, instinctively lowering her head further, trying to cover her burning cheeks with the stray hairs on her forehead.

"It's okay, it looks great."

Yuujin Ito was unaware of the reason for Sakura Asada's shyness and assumed that she was insecure about her appearance at that moment.

Asada Sakura probably doesn't have an inferiority complex.

No, it's not.

"Not what?" Ito Yuujin was puzzled, but became even more curious because of her denial and embarrassment, and subconsciously took a step closer.

“That’s your problem, Ito.” Fujikawa Kaze, who had watched the whole thing, finally couldn’t help but say.

He crossed his arms, shook his head with a profound expression, and expressed his opinion.

"What's wrong with me?" Yuujin Ito turned around, puzzled.

“That’s your problem,” Fujikawa Kaze repeated.

“The effeminate man who hid in the broadcasting room after his cat-ear headband was stolen has no right to criticize me.”

“Ito, your problem is even bigger,” Fujikawa Kaze sighed.

He silently thought to himself: Girls sometimes want to act cute too.

"..."

I don't want to deal with that blond loser who hides in the broadcasting room anymore; he's a disgrace to classic Japanese films and television shows.

Based on the system's popularity rating growth rate, it means that someone should come to the broadcasting room soon.

Yuji Ito glanced at Kaze Fujikawa, who was huddled in the corner, and as a friend, he still offered his advice.

"Fujikawa, it probably won't be long before you're able to openly and 'safely' visit cultural festivals."

"What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

He took Asada Sakurai away from the broadcasting room, leaving Fujikawa Kaze alone, whose mind had been disturbed by Ito Yujin.

The muffled sounds coming from afar proved this point; it seemed there were quite a few people.

As soon as I reached the corner of the stairs, I saw several female students from the dance department dressed in revealing outfits and with their hair in pigtails.

"Hurry up, Inari! I have a feeling the guy who played this song is in the broadcasting room."

She pulled her companion toward the broadcasting room. Her sheer white stockings didn't look as good as Anna Takikawa's, and they were nowhere near as good as Chinatsu Morikami's.

Some of the threads have already been snagged.

Yujin Ito stood at the top of the stairs for a while, and only felt satisfied after he watched them enter the broadcasting room and Fujikawa Kaze flee in a disheveled state.

“Perfect score, Nagano Sae,” he murmured to himself.

"I-Ito." Just then, Asada Sakura, who had been quietly following beside him while he held her wrist, gently tugged at his sleeve.

"What's wrong."

Yuujin Ito turned around and saw Sakura Asada biting her lower lip, her face full of shyness, her head slightly lowered.

Then, before Ito Yujin could react, she suddenly gripped the red and white skirt of her shrine maiden outfit with both hands and began to lift it up!

No, I am not.