Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Isn't Takikawa-san here?"

"Hmm, she should have gone to lunch. Do you need to see her for something?"

"I do need to speak with her, but speaking with you is fine too."

Ito was somewhat confused by what Nagano Sae was saying. What connection could he possibly have with Takikawa, other than being a creditor?

“The teachers in the student affairs office left Takikawa’s textbooks at the student council office for quite a while, so I came to check on them,” said Nagano Sae. “Because it also includes things like swimsuits for swimming lessons, I can’t carry them all by myself.”

"You mean..." Ito looked at Nagano with a sense of foreboding.

Nagano nodded. "That's exactly what you think."

“It’s not convenient for me to put her swimsuit in the women’s changing room.” Ito’s expression became troubled. “Besides, why don’t you ask other student council members for help, like Fujikawa Kaze?”

"I'll take care of the swimsuits and such, of course. All you need to do is move the textbooks." Nagano's handsome brows furrowed slightly. "Ito-kun, your thinking is really low-level."

After saying that, she turned and walked out. After a few steps, seeing that Ito hadn't followed, she turned back and gave him a sharp look.

Threatened by her gaze, Ito had no choice but to go over. Although she refused again, Nagano Sae didn't pester her any further.

But when he looked around, he saw that many people were paying attention to him. If he caused another conflict, it would be a minor issue if his reputation suffered, but the bigger trouble that would follow would be much worse.

This morning, Takikawa had already let him experience the power of the followers.

The cold glint of the art blade is still vivid in my mind.

As Nagano Sae arrived at the student council office, they didn't exchange a single word; the atmosphere was terrifyingly cold.

He followed Nagano Sae into the room, where Takikawa's textbooks were placed on the table.

There's no need for two people to carry them; there are only about 10 books in total.

He looked at Nagano Sae with a puzzled expression.

"boom!"

The office door was suddenly closed.

Nagano Sae leaned against the door, her head slightly lowered, her fingertips still on the doorknob, her knuckles white from the force, and an expression that shouldn't have appeared on her face.

Her eyelashes trembled, her gaze wandered elsewhere, and beneath her high, straight nose, her lips were pressed very thin.

The sunlight was blocked by dark clouds, and the office lights were off, but even in the shadows, the suspicious blush on her cheekbones couldn't be hidden.

The visitor seemed ill-intentioned. Ito sensed something amiss and his Adam's apple bobbed as he picked up the textbook from the table and tentatively addressed Nagano Sae, who was still standing at the doorway: "President, please move aside."

She didn't move an inch, but looked up at Ito with a resentful expression, "Ito, you have to take responsibility for me."

Fortunately, no one else was around at the time. If others had heard this, his already bad reputation would have been further damaged, and the campus forum would probably have another hot post about "Ito being irresponsible" tomorrow.

Please state your requirements.

Ito sat down on the sofa and placed his textbooks on the coffee table, assuming it would take him quite a while.

Nagano Sae walked to the table opposite him and sat down. "Would you like some snacks?"

She took a chocolate bar out of her pocket and handed it to Ito without saying a word.

"No, thank you." Ito waved his hand in refusal, wanting to end this troublesome situation as soon as possible.

“Actually…” Nagano Sae unwrapped the chocolate bar, as if the high-energy food could stabilize her emotions, “I didn’t come to you just because of Takikawa Anna’s matter.”

"I can tell."

There's no need to say more; anyone with eyes can see that everyone here is acting strangely, including Nagano, who's become dazed.

“I want your help,” she said slowly, “this Saturday.”

Another troublesome matter has arisen. Although he had already guessed it, Ito was still inevitably somewhat exhausted.

"Because I enjoyed a meal at a maid cafe yesterday, and Ruby-chan, who served me, was really good at cooking and was also very cute, I couldn't help but ask her for her contact information. Today she invited me out."

"This unnecessary prefix can be omitted."

"They seem to be renting a booth at a comic convention on Saturday," Nagano continued, pretending not to hear Ito's complaint. "They want me to invite some friends along."

"Then go find your friends, why are you looking for me?"

"How can that be!" Nagano's tone suddenly rose. "Then they'll know that I... dined at a maid café."

She continued to become negative.

“Going to a maid cafe isn’t a big deal. Can’t you refuse the invitation?” Ito offered his opinion.

"Anyway, I'll ask you to come to the anime convention with me this Saturday. You guys really like going to those places, right? Maybe we can meet some cosplayers we like and take photos with them."

Nagano Sae's tone became firm again, and Ito was somewhat uneasy about her constantly changing manner of speaking.

“That’s what I say, but I’m on Saturday…” Ito looked troubled.

Although it was just accompanying him to the anime convention, and not pretending to be his boyfriend or anything like that, similar to what happened with Chinatsu Mori yesterday, he didn't want to waste his time.

"I can pay you an extra 20,000 yen in addition to your ticket and transportation fees."

"Deal." Ito grasped Nagano Sae's hand. "Thank you for your patronage of my business."

Isn't this a form of trust? He's happy to help the president resolve his worries.

Nagano Sae disgustedly pulled her hand away and took out a handkerchief embroidered with a black flower to wipe it. "I also have requirements. Twenty thousand yen isn't so easy to get."

"Any further requests?" Ito's attitude instantly turned colder. "Please tell me, and I will do my best to fulfill them."

Seeing his attitude, Nagano Sae returned to her usual self, her expression returning to normal, her tone icy.

"First, you absolutely cannot tell anyone about this, including the location and the people involved."

Ito nodded; he knew what Nagano Sae was worried about.

"The second requirement is more lenient. You just need to meet me at the venue before 10 o'clock and go to that maid cafe to make a purchase."

Ito could accept this condition; he had thought he would need to queue in advance or wait for her at the subway station.

"The third and final request is that after you leave the coffee shop, you can go. I won't interfere with what you do after that, but you absolutely cannot go to..."

Before she could finish speaking, the door to the room was opened, revealing Chinatsu Mori, whose violet eyes were particularly striking.

With a smile on her face, she looked at the two people who were alone in the room and said, "Senior, President, did I come at a bad time?"

Chapter 75 The boredom and fatigue of a rainy day

I felt a sudden, inexplicable panic, but then I realized that I hadn't done anything out of line.

It was purely out of a desire to help others.

"Ito and I were discussing issues related to Takikawa's enrollment in the university."

Sae Nagano responded directly, showing no signs of anything unusual.

"Is that so?" Mori asked, drawing out his words. "What is it that requires so much discussion?"

“This is none of your business,” Nagano Sae said with a warning in her voice. “And why are you here when you haven’t been working lately?”

"I was just a little worried because I heard that my senior was taken away by the student council president." Mori smiled. "After all, I was with my senior last night..."

That's what young people are like. They're so brave in front of their boss. He wouldn't do that, especially since the ghost employee's secrets are still in the boss's hands.

At least not now. If the maid café thing comes out, he'll lose his Saturday part-time job.

That's right, he's already treating accompanying Sae Nagano to comic conventions as a part-time job.

“You don’t need to worry about that.” Nagano Sae adopted her usual demeanor as a student council president.

She slowly stood up, her school uniform skirt brushing against her black stockings, making a soft rustling sound.

Ito looked up and met her gaze; her eyes seemed to be telling him to shut up.

Having understood his meaning, Ito also got up and prepared to leave the place. He picked up the book that belonged to Takikawa on the table and walked out of the room.

When I passed by Mori no Chika, the fragrance of flowers and fruits was still so refreshing, but today, in this humid and stuffy place, it felt somewhat oppressive.

"Be careful, senior. See you at the usual place tomorrow at noon," Mori whispered in his ear, making no attempt to hide it from those around them.

Fortunately, Nagano was the only one around, so no bad rumors would spread.

Since there was already a misunderstanding that Mori was being bullied, he didn't want others to think that he was the one who bullied Mori.

It's a matter of mutual consent.

With only an hour for lunch about to end, Ito thought to himself as he walked toward the classroom.

If he had to go through this every day, he felt it would be hell.

Troublesome things followed one after another, but of course he could take on more part-time jobs like Saturdays, and he didn't mind at all.

He didn't want to experience anything else. According to his previous habit, he would spend 10 minutes eating the cream bread he bought from the convenience store and then take a nap.

Perhaps because he had developed a habit of not taking a nap and hadn't slept well in the morning, he was already feeling quite tired.

As he passed by the classroom of Class 3 (C), he subconsciously looked into the classroom. Asada was not in her seat, but Yoshida Nai, who was dressed fashionably, was sitting quietly in her seat.

It seems they really care about stage plays.

As Ito pushed open the classroom door, the bell, signaling the start of the first class of the afternoon, rang.

The afternoon humidity was like wet paint on a stage, and even the breath smelled musty.

Heavy dark clouds pressed down on the top of the teaching building, and even the cherry blossom trees outside the window drooped, their petals clinging to the damp air.

Ito lay on his desk, closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself, attempting to shake off the sticky depression.

"It's going to pour." Takikawa's voice came from above, carrying the coolness of a soda can.

"Where did you go at noon?" Ito asked casually, his head resting on his arm.

"This is a girl's secret," Takikawa said mysteriously. "Ito-kun doesn't need to know."

The secret was revealed in just one afternoon; that's just how girls are.

"Why hasn't Asada gone back to the classroom yet?" Ito asked again.

"Huh? She hasn't gone back yet? She's probably just gone to the restroom or something," Takikawa said with surprise, then changed the subject, "By the way, if it rains after school, do you still go to the rooftop?"

"No need," Ito replied listlessly; he was truly exhausted.

"Thanks for helping me get my textbooks," she said softly.