Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"..."

Another song was finished. The singing technique hadn't improved much, but the emotion had definitely come through. It was no longer as lifeless and devoid of any vitality as before.

Yuji Ito stood there quietly, nodding slightly.

This instantly eased Asada Sakura's previously tense heart a little.

"I don't know what you're thinking, but please keep it up. Although our skills are terrible, we're sure to achieve good results because of the song and your connection to it."

Yuji Ito said this, but he himself was not sure.

Even though it was clearly a compliment, and there should have been some self-praise involved, Asada Sakura still couldn't feel happy; she felt offended.

And what about keeping it up all the time?

"Okay, now let's try the guitar."

"This... I don't know how to use this."

Asada Sakura's face instantly turned bright red, and she frantically waved her hands in front of her, her eyes filled with embarrassment and helplessness.

Another day where I feel like a complete failure...

Chapter 6: To Become the World's Number One Idol

No one is useless forever, at least that's what Yuujin Ito thinks.

A song without accompaniment is like fries without ketchup—it loses its soul.

But seeing Asada Sakura's expression, Ito Yuujin felt a little embarrassed.

They kept stepping on people's weaknesses.

This guy must have some strengths, right?

"Have you learned any musical instruments?"

Even though all he could find right now was an electric guitar, he was still going to ask about it.

"Yes, yes." Asada Sakura raised her left hand high, stood on tiptoe, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"I can play the piano," Asada Sakura said excitedly, her voice tinged with joy.

Her bright eyes were fixed on Yuujin Ito, seeking praise, but then she seemed to remember something and lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake.

"Although it's just a simple matter of knowing which key corresponds to which note."

The second half of the sound was very soft, so Yuujin Ito didn't hear it.

My dream is to become a shining idol on stage. It seems I have something to offer besides my looks.

But pianos are too expensive.

Given their current financial situation—living on discounted lunchboxes for three months—we'll have to wait until their next paycheck to truly assess her abilities.

My partner is a great pianist.

It sounds pretty good.

"Now I'll teach you how to play the electric guitar."

"Huh?" Asada Sakura was a little surprised. "But isn't there not enough time?"

"It's okay, trust me."

Yuujin Ito gave Sakura Asada a determined look, then went out of the room to get his electric guitar.

Sakura Asada was left in the room. Her legs, clad in white socks, kept rubbing together, clearly showing some nervousness about the upcoming teaching activity.

Didn't they say time was tight? Why do they still need to teach on-site?

Can I really learn to use a musical instrument in such a short time?

This is something that's impossible to even think about! What a delusional idiot. He hasn't even considered this clearly.

No, I'm a genius girl, I can definitely do it.

Poor Asada Sakura is indulging in unrealistic fantasies again.

When Yujin Ito returned, he gently handed the pure white electric guitar to Sakura Asada, a gentle smile on his lips and eyes full of encouragement.

"Okay, now let's try the electric guitar."

Asada Sakura took the electric guitar, her whole body tense like a fully drawn bow.

Yuji Ito then crouched down behind her and placed the electric guitar on her lap. "Hold the electric guitar like this for now, and make sure you're comfortable."

As he spoke, he adjusted the position of Asada Sakura's arm and the electric guitar with his hands.

Yuujin Ito was so focused on teaching Sakura Asada as quickly as possible that he didn't notice the blush on Sakura Asada's face growing even more intense.

Our genius girl could clearly feel Ito Yujin's warm palm gently touching her arm, a touch that made her heart tremble.

I'll make this guy beg for forgiveness while he's crying later.

Although nothing excessive was done.

“Very good, that’s it.” Yuujin Ito nodded in satisfaction, then took Sakura Asada’s hand and placed it on the strings of the electric guitar.

Then connect an amplifier to the electric guitar; without an amplifier, the electric guitar will produce a very low sound.

"Now, try gently plucking this string."

This is the third time today that he has held my hand.

Asada Sakura's fingers trembled slightly as she slowly plucked a string.

That sounds awful!

She frowned; how could it be so abrupt?

"It's okay, it's normal the first time." Ito Yuujin noticed her unease, reached out and gently pressed her shoulder, reassuring her, "Don't be nervous."

You're making me even more nervous, hey!

"well."

Asada Sakura replied stiffly, only able to let Ito Yuujin do as he pleased with her right hand.

"You should keep your fingers naturally curved, and then gently pluck the strings with your fingernails."

Another sound, even worse than before...

"It's alright." Ito Yujin grasped Asada Sakura's fingers again and adjusted their position. "Pay attention to the angle and pressure of your fingers."

Damn it, I can't let myself continue down this path.

In order to escape the clutches of Yuujin Ito, Sakura Asada plucks the strings once more.

It sounds awful.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

It's really hard not to suspect Asada Sakura's motives; even Ito Yuujin is starting to lose his composure.

Why is my playing getting worse each time? Is my teaching really that bad? Is it as bad as Asada Sakura's makeup skills?

The error was clearly corrected using professional observation methods.

Why haven't I made any progress?

"Let's learn how to press the strings with the left hand first." Yujin Ito planned to move directly to the next step. As long as the technique was right, he could handle the sound of the instrument in post-production.

"When pressing the strings, try to press your fingers as close to the frets as possible; this will make the tone clearer."

He gently took Asada Sakura's left hand and placed it on the guitar fretboard, slowly teaching her the techniques of pressing the strings.

This time, aside from secretly noting down the number of times she listened, Asada Sakura listened with extra care. Even though her fingers were a little sore from being pulled by the strings, she endured it and tried her best to remember every key point.

She wanted to truly amaze this man.

Under Yujin Ito's careful guidance, she gradually mastered some basic playing techniques and began to be able to play a few simple, legato notes.

To be honest, without Yuujin Ito's interference, Sakura Asada's talent is truly terrifying.

Even though she has only just learned it, she is already able to play simple tunes.

"Very impressive," Yuji Ito praised without reservation.

Choosing Asada Sakura was definitely the right decision. A talented child is a hundred times better than some guy who only knows how to drink.

The aloof Asada Sakura did not respond to Ito Yuujin's praise.

She merely pursed her lips slightly, her lowered eyelids casting long shadows like butterfly wings, making it impossible to discern the emotions in her eyes.

However, if one can suppress the upward curve of their lips, then they are quite adept at concealing their smugness.

It's so simple, it's no challenge for me at all.

The performance of the whole piece was very good. Apart from a few notes that went off-key after Ito Yujin praised him, you couldn't tell that he was a beginner at all.

This earned her applause from Yuji Ito, who was finally pleased with something.

"Thank you."

Sakura Asada thanked her quietly, then turned her head away, using her electric guitar to cover her entire face.

It's just some basic stuff, nothing to brag about.

Although that's what Asada Sakura thought, her slightly reddened ear tips completely betrayed her.

After an hour of practice, Asada Sakura was able to play "Kawaii Kunaritai" very well.

......

"I'm about to start filming."

"it is good."

As filming began, the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in through the window and embraced Asada Sakura.

The thin curtains rustled softly in the breeze.

The young girl sat upright, gently plucking the strings of her instrument. Her head was slightly tilted back, swaying gently to the music, her eyes gazing tenderly ahead.

Her mother-of-pearl and cherry blossom headdress was exquisite, with the mother-of-pearl shimmering like stars and the cherry blossoms lifelike.