Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

After the left hand extends out, the right hand follows, the two hands cross and turn inwards towards the body, the knees come together, and the two hands open and wave forward like a beckoning cat.

Then turn your hips to the left and swing your arms to the right, repeating the process in the opposite direction.

.......

"Did you understand?" After the dance ended, Ito's breathing quickened slightly.

He looked at the two people opposite him. Takikawa was holding a phone, seemingly recording Ito's dance moves, while Asada's mouth was slightly open, her eyes showing surprise.

Takikawa wasn't too worried, since the other person had been practicing this since childhood, including dance, and he figured he could master it perfectly after watching it a few more times.

What worried him most was Asada. The system rated her dance as E, and even her vocals as C, which was two levels higher than her dance.

He subtly observed Asada Sakura's exposed, slender wrists and ankles.

Surely we won't end up with someone using their left and right hands in opposite directions, or their hands and feet fighting each other?

I didn't notice anything unusual about the other person. They were quite nimble and had good finger dexterity, otherwise they wouldn't be able to play the guitar.

Therefore, he became even more curious about Asada's dance skills and what exactly the system meant by "Dance E".

It's unlikely that someone will be unable to learn dance no matter how they are taught, but that's hard to say. Learning is also a D grade.

Asada clutched the hem of her clothes, the fabric giving her a sense of security at that moment.

She noticed that Ito was staring at her, from her hands to her feet, and finally stopping at her shoulder, which was stiff with tension. His expression shifted from confusion to worry, and now even carried a hint of pity.

"Let's...let's begin the lesson." Asada felt a little embarrassed by the stares, and her hands and feet moved awkwardly. She tried to raise her right hand but then curled it back, and it ended up hanging awkwardly at her waist.

Ito's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, as if he wanted to say something, but then he pursed his lips.

We shouldn't put too much pressure on the other party now, even if there's a high probability...

I'm really worried about her future.

"Pain, pain, pain—!"

Just as Ito was planning Asada's growth path after she stopped dancing, her left foot suddenly felt intense pressure.

"That's really awful. Don't you know it's impolite to stare at girls like that?" Takikawa stepped forward and placed his entire foot on Ito's foot.

Seeing that her attack was effective, she stomped her heels even harder, glaring at Ito, and shielding Asada behind her.

Asada hurriedly reached out to pull Takikawa back, "He's just looking at me, thinking about where to begin his lesson..."

"Then you need to reflect on this even more!"

Instead of loosening her grip, Anna Takikawa slammed her heel down harder, causing Ito to gasp in pain. "We need to prevent a #MeToo incident from happening in advance!"

"Are you alright?" Asada crouched down beside Ito, who had fallen to the ground, looking at the other's grimacing expression.

"Does it really hurt that much? Trying to gain Asada's sympathy again." Takikawa crossed her arms and looked down at the scenery outside the rooftop, a little guilty. "I barely weigh over 100 pounds..."

Ito wanted to retort, "Doesn't she know her own worth?" He could barely feel his left foot anymore.

The number had just surpassed one hundred, and it was unclear how long ago that data was from. He glanced at the other person with a resentful look in his eyes.

It has everything that should be there, and it doesn't look like something that "just over a hundred" could have!

"hiss--!"

Ito gasped, only to see Takikawa coldly raise his foot and step right on Ito's toes—his snow-white calves, encased in white boat socks, stretched into an elegant arc.

"bad."

The hem of the pleated skirt swayed in the breeze, subtly revealing a touch of playful black in Ito's eyes.

Lace trim...

He immediately realized what he had seen, and a strong sense of embarrassment and guilt rushed to his head.

He looked up as if he'd been electrocuted, his eyes meeting Takikawa Anna's aquamarine blue.

A shy blush spread across her flawless face. She gritted her teeth and inhaled, then lifted her leg again, but before her skirt could move, she quickly and unnaturally bent her knee inward before lowering it.

"Tsk." She made a sound of resentment.

"Ito-kun's eyes... are really mischievous." Asada witnessed everything, sighed, and took a fruit candy from her uniform pocket and handed it to Ito. "Here, strawberry flavor—use it to ease the guilt you might be feeling right now, Ito-kun."

"Asada, you are such an angel."

"Yes, yes, it's an angel~" Asada lowered her head slightly, her black-rimmed glasses sliding down to the tip of her nose.

She suddenly reached out and adjusted Ito's collar, which had askew from the fall, a few stray hairs sticking up unruly on his cheek.

Chapter 83 Pink and white cherry blossom-colored hair ends on the branches

The distant teaching building stands silently in the sunlight, its glass curtain wall reflecting shimmering light.

After yesterday's rain, a few timid clusters of pink and white cherry blossoms have emerged from the branches.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight," Ito said, breaking down the teaching movements while counting the beat.

Because he had little teaching experience, he could only rely on his "spicy teacher" skills to correct some mistakes.

for example......

"Takikawa, your hand position is incorrect; it should be three centimeters to the right." Ito frowned and tapped Takikawa's arm with a ballpoint pen, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"And your legs too, a little lower."

"Okay!" Takikawa adjusted himself sullenly, his pleated skirt swaying slightly with the movement.

"Press your knees down, not do a squat!" Ito reminded him again.

She gritted her teeth and bent her knees, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Asada trying to suppress a laugh beside her.

"Watch closely, this is how you move." Ito half-clenched his fist, his hand to the right, and his knee to the left.

"You're wrong again. You should open your shoulders and hunch over like an old lady. No, even my grandma doesn't do that."

“Ito—” Takikawa looked at the other person with resentment, his light blue eyes flashing in the sunlight. He was definitely doing it on purpose.

Yes, he did it on purpose.

His left foot is still aching slightly. Sorry, he's just that petty.

"Something wrong?" Ito raised an eyebrow, the ballpoint pen in his hand casting a long, thin shadow in the sunlight. "If there's nothing wrong, then hurry up and train. Asada doesn't need my concern."

“Continue—” Takikawa squeezed out the syllable from between her teeth. She straightened her posture and saw the faint smile on Ito’s lips.

"Raise your right hand five centimeters higher." Ito's ballpoint pen precisely touched her wrist bone. "Relax your shoulders, don't look like you're carrying a camera."

Takikawa pursed her lips and raised her arm. Early cherry blossom petals were blown by the wind and landed on her hair, slowly drifting down as she tossed her head.

Even with his demanding requirements, Takikawa didn't beg for mercy or complain, which actually changed Ito's opinion of her.

Her dance skills were surprisingly poor, or rather, just average compared to the average person; she didn't have the foundation one might expect.

Asada surprised him greatly. He mastered the movements perfectly after only two or three lessons. Once he was proficient, he would adjust them according to his own situation to make the dance more beautiful and fluid.

Despite achieving a D in academics and an E in dance, Itoh began to doubt the accuracy of the system, as this was clearly beyond the capabilities of someone at the D or E level.

If it was said as A, Ito was not surprised at all, which means that the system's talk of learning and dancing has another meaning.

"Asada, how are your grades?" Ito asked immediately, having considered this possibility.

"Ah... um..." Caught off guard by Ito's sudden question, her movements froze, her outstretched arm stiffening into an obtuse angle in mid-air. "You... you mean the rankings, or...?"

"random."

"Thirty-four," Asada replied hesitantly, her voice very soft.

"Thirty-four, huh? I didn't know your grades were that good." Ito was a little surprised. He thought the other person was only of average ability. If that was the case, then his assumption was invalidated.

No, he might have misunderstood.

"Class or school?" Just to be on the safe side, Ito suddenly pressed down on her wrist, the warm touch startling Asada into looking up.

“...Class, class.” Her earlobes burned instantly.

A class can only have a maximum of forty people, which means the other side is at the bottom.

Ito's eyes were filled with surprise. A girl with glasses and a slightly unfashionable style couldn't possibly be bad at studying. In addition, she had a quiet and gentle personality, and a face that would attract boys' attention if she were to show her face.

She's not a 'dumb beauty' type.

His ideas, while stereotypical, are not to the point of being so.

Wait a minute, upon closer inspection, the panel cleverly exploited his stereotypes to mislead him.

How insidious... Ito clicked his tongue inwardly.

"Ito, how long are you going to hold on?" Takikawa said, hands on his hips, his tone unfriendly.

Ito finally snapped out of his daze. He hurriedly released Asada's wrist, and Asada took a half step back, her ears turning bright red. "I-I'm sorry..."

“Using teaching as an excuse to harass others,” Takikawa said, coming up behind Asada and chasing after Ito. “It’s really low to try to touch me.”

"Sorry." Ito touched the tip of his nose; the sunlight made the back of his neck feel hot.

They just got their revenge, and now they've been caught red-handed again.

After a brief adjustment, the teaching session resumed. Considering that Takikawa still had a fever, Ito did not make things difficult for him.

Ito stopped after learning about a quarter of the song.

"That's enough. Come on, you guys dance, and I'll film it."

Ito took pictures with Takikawa's phone while playing music on her own.

The two turned their backs to each other, put their hands behind their backs, and swayed their bodies, waiting for the music to start.

As the cheerful prelude to "God's Drift" begins, the two turn around in unison.

Asada's right hand swung out naturally, and the mother-of-pearl cherry blossom hair ornament tucked behind her ear shimmered with tiny lights, trembling slightly with the movement.

Takikawa's knees were slightly bent, and to make it easier to move, she tied her chestnut-brown, slightly wavy hair into a ponytail, which swayed gently with her breathing.

Their shoulders swayed with the rhythm, Asada's bangs were lifted by the wind, revealing her smooth forehead; Takikawa's ponytail swept across her shoulder blades, the pink ribbon on her hair tie echoing the school uniform bow tie.

"そうさ神のまにまに偛のままに"

As the music reached its climax, they looked at each other, smiled brightly, and leaned to one side before quickly changing direction.

"なんだかんだEARTHを爱してる" (Everyone loves the earth deeply)