Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Takikawa was already impatient; she clasped her hands together.

"I'm starting to eat."

She took a bite of the potato covered in curry, and her eyes suddenly lit up. "It's delicious. I feel like I have no regrets in life."

The rice is cooked in separate grains, served with a thick, spicy curry broth that is both hot and onion-flavored.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking, Ito." Takikawa was slightly surprised.

"If you only know how to make curry, you don't need the word 'method' at all."

Perhaps feeling that eating curry with chopsticks was too slow, Takikawa switched to a spoon, tucked the hair between his chin and earlobe behind his ear, and began to eat it in large mouthfuls.

"Aren't you afraid of gaining weight if you eat like this?"

Ito looked at the girl opposite her who had absolutely no image of a beautiful girl, even though she had acted like a lady when they first met.

"Stop rambling. You can't imagine the pain of being an artist when you finally don't have to diet."

“I don’t know about other artists, but I can’t see any pain in you at all.”

If you look closely, this curry rice should sell for around 400 yen, considering how expensive rice is these days.

Thinking of this, Yujin Ito spoke up:

"You can come here to eat every day."

"Really?" Takikawa didn't stop eating. "Ito-kun, you're such a good person!"

“Well, you just need to pay the corresponding meal cost.” Ito Yujin paused for a moment before continuing, “For example, you now owe me another 400 yen.”

"Clatter." That was the sound of the spoon falling from Takikawa's hand onto the table.

Chapter 62 Little Eight in a Dress in the Claw Machine

Pure white clouds drifted slowly across the sky, piling up like crumpled cotton wool, completely blocking out the sunlight.

As soon as you step out of Shibuya Station, a breeze carrying the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans hits you.

Standing at the Hachiko statue outside the station, Ito waited for someone to arrive.

Despite the performance not being until the afternoon, Chinatsu Mori insisted on meeting in the morning.

The appointed time is fast approaching. Asada has gone out today, so there's no need to worry about her lunch. As for Anna Takikawa, that's even less of a concern for him.

One thing after another happened, all of which were the necessary price to pay after successfully retiring.

As for accompanying Mori to see the stage play, it was also to prepare for Asada's future.

In his plan, Asada will also participate in TV dramas, movies or commercials in the future. Stage plays are a way to hone acting skills and also a way to increase popularity.

After all, singing doesn't earn as much as doing advertising or other forms of income.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and the screen lit up. It was a message from Chinatsu Mori.

Chinatsu Morikami: "Senpai, look behind you!"

Sunlight streamed through gaps in the clouds, and a street performer played guitar in the distance.

Ito turned around, and a girl in a light blue dress stood three steps away, holding a Starbucks matcha Frappuccino in both hands, the pale green cream melting slightly in the sunlight.

Her eyes crinkled slightly as she awkwardly greeted Ito.

"Senior Ito~"

The wind suddenly picked up, carrying three or four cherry blossoms past her shoulder.

As the wind blew, it also blew away her white beret, which traced an elegant arc in the air.

"Ah!" Chinatsu Mori exclaimed, instinctively reaching out to grab it, but her hands were occupied by the icy Star Frappuccino, leaving her no room to free up her hands.

The white beret lay quietly at the foot of the bronze statue. Yuji Ito bent down, picked it up, and brushed away any dust that might have settled on it.

"for you."

"Thank you, senior."

Chinatsu Moriue handed the beret to Ito, then put the white beret back on her head and adjusted its position.

"Senior, have you been waiting for me long?"

"No, it just arrived." Ito handed the Frappuccino back to Mori, but Mori only took one cup.

"Well then, this cup is a reward for your patience while you waited for me, senior! You can't refuse!"

Well, since Mori had said so, Ito accepted it without a second thought. He'd already gotten a lot for free anyway, which was nothing compared to the stage play he'd seen that afternoon.

He walked with Mori along the streets of Shibuya, having no idea where they were going next.

I just hope time passes quickly. It would be even better if Mori could continue to offer up expiring shopping cards like last time.

However, such a thing is unlikely.

"Senior," Mori suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible inquiry, "yesterday... why were you at the mall with Takikawa-senpai?"

She took a sip of her Frappuccino; the icy liquid seemed to embolden her. She turned her head, her gaze scrutinizing, and asked, "Or... are you really together?"

"We just happened to run into each other at the hospital, so we stopped by to buy something." Yuujin Ito's answer was casual and indifferent. "As for being together, I have no plans to do that."

"Phew~ That's good." Mori let out a breath, as if a huge pressure had been relieved.

"I thought my senior would be the kind of... terrible guy who could accept other girls' date invitations without a care even if he had a girlfriend."

So he was a terrible guy in Mori's mind before.

Why do you think that?

"Because you have so many girls around you, senior." Mori's gaze fell on the mascot handing out flyers in front of him. "Besides, he's a musician. Isn't there a saying that boys who play music are all promiscuous scumbags?"

That's just a stereotype.

Besides, he was just a temporary manager who was put in place because there weren't enough people. He wasn't a member of the band at all, let alone a womanizer or a scumbag.

“Really?” Cold water kept seeping from the walls of Mori’s Frappuccino cup. “Indeed, the senior’s personality isn’t exactly likable.”

The LED screens on the street suddenly switched to advertisements, and huge anime posters appeared on them.

Ito's gaze passed over Morikami Chinatsu's shoulder; she seemed to have said something quite offensive again, though this time it was true.

But before Ito could explain, Mori continued, "This kind of aloof personality is the best. At least... I like it very much."

This sudden, almost blunt remark caused a brief silence between the two.

Mori seemed to suddenly snap out of her reverie. Pointing to the pink-themed claw machine arcade next door, she said in a lighthearted voice, "Senpai, let's go play some claw machines!"

Before Ito could agree, she grabbed his hand and led him into the store.

The warm light of the claw machine arcade is overwhelming, and the walls are covered with posters of all kinds of plush toys, as well as photos of customers who have won super-sized plush toys.

Chinatsu Mori hesitated for a moment in front of the vending machine, then inserted thirty game tokens, "I'll use this to prove that my senior isn't a jerk!"

She stood on tiptoe, gazing at the Usachi doll in the glass case, her light blue skirt brushing against his calf.

It's indeed very difficult to get a doll with just thirty game coins, but the chances of success are not small.

Although I don't know what this has to do with scumbags, since I'm already out here, I might as well hang out with Mori for a bit.

"Three game tokens?" Ito only had the three game tokens given to him by Mori, which undoubtedly increased the difficulty even further.

"What are you daydreaming about, senior!" Mori-gami Chika poked his lower abdomen. "I want that doll."

Following her gaze, the doll Hachi (Hachi-nyan) on the top shelf was dressed in a black and white maid dress with large areas of white lace, but her expression was somewhat reluctant.

He carefully inserted the game coins into the machine and operated it.

"The control lever is on the left!" Mori's nose was almost touching the glass, and his eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under the light. "Aim at that little Hachi at the exit, it looks silly."

They all look exactly the same.

The claw wobbled down, then suddenly tilted just as it touched the doll. Chinatsu Mori's gasp caught in her throat as she watched helplessly as the claw lifted empty air.

"Why can't I catch it?" she complained in frustration.

It would be strange if he caught it, Ito thought to himself.

However, Mori noticed the slight upturn of his lips. Mori put his hands on his hips, raised his puffed-up little face, and his violet eyes were full of accusation.

"Senior! You were actually laughing! I caught you! You're clearly a potential jerk who needs girls to take the initiative on dates, yet you can't even win a prize! That's too much!"

Is it too broad to label a guy as a scumbag just because he didn't win the prize?

There were still 27 game coins left. Mori carefully handed them to Ito Yuujin, saying, "Senior, I'm training your dating skills! Please cherish this opportunity to practice!"

Please don't put so much pressure on me. The methods used, like those for playing claw machines, aren't really important.

He tried again, the joystick clicked softly in his palm, and he precisely moved the claw onto the doll and pressed the button.

The sound of Mori-gami Chinatsu gasped as her claws firmly gripped Hachi's skirt, slowly rising and then falling.

"Senior!" Mori looked at Ito with a resentful expression.

Chapter 63 The Camera That Needs to Be Taught

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's simply a problem with the machine. You have no chance at all unless you try a certain number of times."

Yuji Ito wanted to explain to Morikami how the claw machine worked, but at the same time, a couple not far from them cheered in celebration.

Behind them was a cart piled high with otter, penguin, pig, and eighty-man dolls, with several unopened boxes of figurines glistening under the light.

The cheers just now seemed to be because she had caught a plush toy; the girl excitedly jumped into the boy's arms, "You're so amazing!"

The girl's voice was as sweet as a melted strawberry sundae, and when the last note rose, it met Mori-gami Chinatsu's gaze.

After witnessing all this, Mori looked at Ito with a hint of resentment, as if to say, "Why is it that other people's boyfriends can hit the bullseye every time?"

"It's from the number of times it's been used," Ito said casually.

"Wow!" Applause rang out again. The girl was still holding the previous doll, and now the boy handed her another one. The girl twirled around with the doll, her skirt brushing against the cart, almost knocking over the figurine box.

"Don't look, it's a plant." Ito turned his face away, sweat beading on his palm as he gripped the joystick.

Even if you think playing claw machines is pointless, you should at least try to win one.

The claws released their grip as expected, and the little Hachi doll wobbled before falling back to its original position.