Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Seeing this, Yujin Ito handed over the soda. There was an empty seat next to him, and he repeated what he had done before.

"That wasn't saved for you either," Asada Sakura's voice rang out again.

"Who is that?" Yuji Ito's hand paused.

"Excuse me, Ito-kun, that's my seat." Saionji Chizuru, dressed in a pure white gothic-style dress, sat down in that seat and smiled at Ito Yuujin.

“Then I’ll find another spot.” Ito Yujin didn’t seem to care much either. He pulled Shinno Naoto along, intending to leave. “Let’s go, Shinno.”

Even Naoto Shinno is starting to develop feelings for Ito, so why is he also looking for a spot alone?

"Over here, senior." Chinatsu Mori waved to Yuujin Ito, not far from Sakura Asada.

Just as Yuujin Ito was about to go over, his wrist was grabbed by Sakura Asada.

He turned around and saw Asada Sakura looking away. "What's wrong?"

"No, don't go." Asada Sakura spoke very softly, but she was still heard.

"But there are no seats available here."

Asada Sakura fell silent. She didn't want Ito Yuujin to go over there; Morikami Chinatsu wasn't a good person.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Saionji Chizuru's eyes lit up, revealing a cunning glint in them. She patted her thigh and said, "Ito-san, you can sit on my lap, I don't mind."

"Huh?" Ito Yuji's gaze couldn't help but fall on her legs, which were very white.

"No!" Asada Sakura's voice rose a few decibels.

"Asada-san, would you like to sit too?" Saionji Chizuru deliberately straightened her back, her pure white gothic dress brushing against Asada's fishnet stockings. "You can sit together too~"

The large clock in the academy rang out with a dull sound. Nagano Sae stood up, walked onto the stage, took the microphone from a student council member, and the silver student council badge on her chest gleamed coldly.

"Cough, cough." Her voice amplified through the speakers, instantly silencing all the students.

"I hereby declare the 74th Hibiya High School Cultural Festival performance officially open."

The cannons above the stage exploded with a roar, and confetti and gold powder rained down like a downpour, eliciting thunderous applause from the entire audience.

Instead of returning to her seat as expected, Nagano Sae walked behind the stage, her gaze sweeping coldly over Ito Yuujin before she completely disappeared.

"Sae, she's still the same." Saionji Chizuru sighed in disappointment.

Yuujin Ito sat in the seat that Sae Nagano had just occupied; the seat still held the warmth left by Nagano, and the problem was perfectly solved.

The first performance had already begun. On the LED screen at the back of the stage, anime and comics from the Edo period were playing, and girls wearing furisode kimonos and wooden clogs filed out one after another.

"Xinye, you're blocking my way."

Naoto Shinno, standing there, completely obstructed Yuuhito Ito's viewing experience.

Damn it, Naoto Shinno gave Hisahito Ito a deep look before heading straight for the best spot in the entire auditorium.

There was also a small table over there, covered with a white cloth, and on it was a bottle of Mount Fuji mineral water.

"What's wrong with him?" Yuji Ito asked.

“Oh, the Shinno family sponsored this cultural festival, so they have a special seat,” Anna Takikawa explained nonchalantly. “The empty seat next to him is mine.”

So even though there were seats available, what just happened was...

"Watch, watch the performance." Seemingly realizing she had let something slip, Anna Takikawa focused her attention on the stage, where the performance was far more impressive than that of Naoto Shinno and the others.

With his hands on his lap, he held a bottle of orange soda in one of his hands. Looking over, Ito Yuujin saw Asada Sakura intently watching the performance, though the first show had already ended.

Chapter 56 First Appearance

When the performance reached its climax, the atmosphere in the auditorium was completely energized.

"Ito-san, watch closely. We won't easily give up the Light Music Club's spotlight." Saionji Chizuru stood up and walked backstage.

The hosts, dressed in formal attire, reacted dramatically to the suddenly stopped music.

"Huh? Is the music broken?" The host with pigtails looked surprised. "Oh no, oh no, I've messed up my first time hosting."

She clung to her companion's arm, pleading, "What should I do? Help me."

"Let's go backstage and take a look."

They appeared flustered in front of the audience and then walked to the right side of the stage.

"Who...who are you?"

After saying that, he suddenly changed direction and walked to the left, then immediately stopped.

"Minister Saionji?!" the twin-tailed host exclaimed in surprise.

The stage lights shone on the left and right sides of the stage, and the K-On! girls, dressed in gothic-style dresses, walked out, eliciting cheers from the audience.

"Hello everyone," said Chizuru Saionji in a gentle voice.

"Let's hand over the stage to the Light Music Club!"

The cold light from the left side of the stage poured down like moonlight, and Kurokawa Ori's all-black gothic fishtail skirt swept across the ground, her black manicured nails tapping on the edge of the keyboard.

The synthesizer's tone is like glaciers shattering, creating intense sparks when it collides with Saionji's guitar strumming.

Rin Iketani, her skin a deep crimson rose, strummed the bass, causing the audio to vibrate gently. The stage suddenly turned dark red, her figure appearing and disappearing in the mist, echoing the blue light on Ori Kurokawa's keyboard.

As Saionji sang the chorus, her pure white skirt suddenly billowed up. She stepped on the speaker, and the vibrations of the guitar strings traveled through the microphone stand to her fingertips.

During Kurokawa Ori's keyboard solo, the stage lights suddenly went out. After three seconds of darkness, a cold light suddenly shone on, and the melodies of the three musicians intertwined into a torrent.

As the last note faded, pure white smoke rose from the center of the stage. Saionji Chizuru bent down to pick up a fallen feather, gently blew it into the spotlight, and the feather passed through the smoke, finally landing at Asada Sakura's feet.

The crowd's popularity continued to soar, eliciting enthusiastic cheers.

The two female students who were at the entrance of the auditorium were clapping wildly.

"Light Music Club! Light Music Club! Light Music Club!"

The sound echoed throughout the venue.

"Asada, it's our turn to perform."

Asada Sakura picked up a pure white feather from the ground and tucked it into her bosom, her eyes brimming with confidence.

"Ah."

The twin-tailed emcee on stage jogged over to Saionji Chizuru's side, saying, "Senpai, Senpai, please accept my advances."

"Excuse me, my partner is a bit excited." Another host stopped the girl with pigtails. "Excuse me, senior, can I add you on LINE?"

Saionji Chizuru simply smiled gently, "Let's look forward to the next performance."

"I see..." The two hosts looked disappointed, but then immediately perked up again, "The next program features Takikawa-senpai, which makes us especially excited."

"Everyone, are you excited or not?!"

"Takikawa, Takikawa."

"I heard it's a new song," the host with pigtails said thoughtfully.

"Huh? Hasn't Takikawa-senpai not released a new song in a long time?"

Everyone showed the same surprised expression.

"And it's a song completely different from anything I've done before!"

"Quick, quick, stop talking, let's go and let them come up." The host was clearly anxious; she pushed her pigtails away from the stage.

When the curtain fell and reopened, the stage was already set up.

The stage spotlight suddenly focused, and the reflection from the vibrating drumhead made Yuji Ito squint.

He gripped the drumsticks tightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the light shining in Asada Sakura's eyes.

As the drumsticks fell, Naoto Shinno's keyboard intro suddenly exploded, the synthesized sound mixed with electrical noise.

"What is correct! What is stupid!"

As soon as Asada Sakura and Takikawa Anna spoke, they ignited the entire audience, taking the already high spirits to another level.

The artists waved their light sticks continuously.

The drumbeats in the interlude suddenly sped up, and Yuujin Ito's wrist left afterimages as it slid between the cymbals. He saw Sakura Asada take half a step forward and meet Takikawa's gaze.

Then came the lyrics in a higher pitch, and Naoto Shinno's hands left afterimages on the keyboard as he switched to a distorted tone.

The invited guests on stage unconsciously sat up straight, listening intently to the piece.

Chizuru Saionji and the others standing backstage also stopped to listen. "Ori, maybe we really will lose. We should change into a sexier outfit."

Kurokawa, who was already protesting against the dress, frowned and said, "The dress won't help."

Rin Iketani, who was standing to the side, nodded, her gaze fixed on Yuujin Ito. "He... is very strong."

"はぁ?うっせぇうっせぇうっせぇわ——!"

(Huh? So long-winded! Annoying! So noisy!)

In the climax of their screams, the voices of Asada Sakura and Takigawa Anna crashed against the dome of the auditorium.

The two turned around at the same time, their backs to the audience, and the hissing sound from the microphones made the monitoring speakers buzz loudly.

Her flowing hair was completely integrated into the world of the song.

The student council members, who had been nervously maintaining order, also joined in the revelry.

"He Hui Wen's かせるんだそのメモリー!" The two roared at the same time, their voices intertwined.

The boy wearing the headscarf had his face flushed red, and you could see the flames burning in his eyes.

"It's about the same as アタシもだけど!" (Maybe I'm the same...)

Asada Sakura's voice suddenly turned low, carrying a hint of self-mockery. She lowered her head slightly, her hair obscuring her eyes.

The middle-aged man at the entrance of the auditorium frowned.

Then, in an instant, Asada Sakura suddenly looked up, her eyes flashing with intense light.

"No problem!" (No! Everything is fine, I don't have a problem!)

This almost roaring declaration completely ignited everyone's emotions.

Many audience members spontaneously stood up, and the enthusiastic atmosphere could be felt even in the distant corridor. The guests also stood up and applauded continuously.