Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Once this line is finished, today's dance will come to an end.

Takikawa took the phone from Ito and watched the video he had taken, with Asada standing next to her.

"Why did you take such a bad picture of me? Your hair is all over your face because of the wind." Takikawa's handsome eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s more natural.” Ito put one hand in his pocket and rubbed the cherry blossom petals on the ground with his toe.

“Look—” He pointed to Takikawa’s wind-blown hair on the screen, sunlight filtering through her hair, “It’s the way the hair covers her face that creates the feeling of the wind blowing, and it looks especially beautiful this way.”

"How should I describe it?" he pondered, "It has the feel of first love, like a heroine sent from heaven to add color to the hero's monotonous life."

Takikawa turned her face away, her ponytail brushing against Ito's hand. "Stop making excuses for your terrible shots..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ito suddenly straightened up and looked at the school building in the distance under the blue sky and white clouds. "It's like the first time I secretly took a picture of someone I like. My hand was shaking and the picture was blurry, but I wanted to remember even the light on their eyelashes."

"That's so cheesy." Takikawa put his phone away.

"Don't you want to shoot another one?" Ito asked, chewing on the fruit candy Asada had given him, the sweet aroma of strawberries filling his mouth.

"It's getting late, I want to go back and rest." Takikawa walked towards the rooftop gate with his back to them, his expression unreadable.

The wind lifted her ponytail, the pink highlights at the ends, which, together with the distant school building, the nearby cherry blossom tree, and the two blurry figures, pieced together the shadow of youthful life.

Ito smiled; he had won after all.

"I have fever-reducing patches on my desk." Ito's voice was carried by the wind to Takikawa.

Chapter 84 is simple to operate and economical.

Friday arrived, the day before Saturday, the workday.

Ito was writing down the gains and losses of the past few days on a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen. Takikawa, who was sitting next to him, looked like he hadn't woken up yet, opening and closing his eyes every now and then.

The dance video of "God's Drifting" filmed on Tuesday was edited by Ito, retaining only the climax, which is about 20 seconds long.

The video was sent to Takikawa's manager, who gave it high praise and called to say he wanted to meet Ito.

As for Takikawa's current half-dead state, it's related to her meeting with her manager.

Because the other party specifically said that they could bring more people, Ito also brought Asada along, but forgot to ask Takikawa.

However, because of this, when her manager arrived at the apartment, Takikawa was still sleeping in Hayakawa Miki's room.

Sleeping position...

He had never seen such a terrible situation with a boy before. Coupled with clothes scattered all over the floor and garbage that had obviously been piled up for a long time, even though Hayakawa was involved, her manager couldn't manage so much.

The moment they entered the room, they made Takikawa put on a mask of pain. It took them all night to clean the room, and they didn't even get to eat.

The reason given was that she had been indulging herself too much lately and had gained weight. Ito didn't know the exact amount, but she knew that her manager looked terrible, as if he wanted to devour Takikawa alive.

But there are advantages to doing this; at least it earned Hayakawa's praise.

It's not very useful.

Ito and her agent had a business meeting, which actually involved eating at McDonald's, one of the three giants of fast food in Japan.

McFlurry is delicious, but the agent is stingy.

The implication was that she intended to buy the rights to the dance, even though she wouldn't need to come specifically for it, as Ito would have Takikawa participate throughout.

He didn't want to miss the chance to torment Takikawa.

As for the money offered to him, he certainly wouldn't refuse. Since he didn't have much money, Ito tentatively suggested that Takikawa star in his stage play.

Surprisingly, the other party agreed after making the call and expressed great anticipation for the stage play that Ito would be performing, and also promised to do some promotion.

However, all of these were done in Takikawa's personal name.

At the same time, Ito finally understood why Takikawa had been free lately.

It seems that this angered the higher-ups, and of course, the fact that she smashed her agent's collection of antiques while fleeing also contributed to this.

"Please help that child; she will not let you down."

That's true. Ito looked at Takikawa's profile and thought that besides his basic skills, all he had was good looks and a certain level of influence.

She debuted as a child star at a very young age.

He's been in this industry for so long and still doesn't have a single representative work. What a failure.

She couldn't even win the role of the female lead in Yoshida-sensei's last stage play, "Edo Yokai Journey".

His gaze was slightly downward; he clearly had the advantage over his opponent, what a waste.

"Tsk~" Takikawa still noticed. She put her hand under the desk and pinched the soft flesh of Ito's waist. "How low."

A moment later, she let go of his hand, and sadness welled up in her light blue eyes. "I'm so unfortunate."

I should be the one feeling sentimental.

Ito continued writing on the paper, ignoring Takikawa's mischievous thoughts.

The practice schedule for "Love Sound Rain Sky" is as follows...

"I am truly the unluckiest person in the world."

Short video shooting schedule for next week.......

Before he could finish writing the character '排', a piercing pain continued to shoot through his waist, and the ballpoint pen drew an arc forward.

He reluctantly turned around and met Takikawa's almond-shaped eyes, which were like autumn waters shimmering with waves.

What exactly do you want?

Most guys would probably soften at this point and play the role of a considerate and warm-hearted man, but Ito has no intention of playing such a boring game.

Just like what a certain high-quality man with a missing arm once said.

"Huh? You want me to play dating games with her?"

"Sigh..." He wallowed in self-pity again, "You have no idea what I'm like. I'm surrounded by girls. It's one thing for them to bring me breakfast, but then there's my lunch with a female student..."

"I haven't sent anything these past few days, okay? Besides, what's there to be sad about?" Ito said helplessly. Apart from keeping in touch with Mori on Line, they hadn't even run into each other at school.

“You wouldn’t understand, I’m good for nothing except my looks.” Her long eyelashes cast shadows.

"That's not wrong either..."

"Snap!" The mechanical pencil lead in her hand suddenly broke. Takikawa looked up instantly, his light blue eyes flashing coldly as he stared fiercely at Ito. "That's right?"

"Yes, she's very beautiful." Ito's Adam's apple bobbed, his expression sincere. "She's the most beautiful I've ever seen."

"So?" Takikawa deliberately puffed out his chest, his school uniform tie brushing against the desk, wrinkling the edge of Ito's notebook. "Besides my face, I'm just a piece of trash?"

They are lazy and good-for-nothings; this prefix cannot be ignored.

The other person gave Ito the feeling of a younger, enhanced version of Miki Hayakawa.

"Of course not." He turned his face away, staring at the knowledge points written on the blackboard. "You are excellent."

That's what Miki Hayakawa praised her for last night.

"So what's wrong with you?"

"I just felt like there was no hope in living, and I even thought about ending it all." Takikawa lay on the table, his fingertips twirling around his chestnut-colored bangs. "It's all because of the short videos you made."

"What's wrong? I remember the response was pretty good, wasn't it?" Ito looked puzzled. "It got over a million likes in just a few days, and the comments are all overwhelmingly positive."

“But I really wanted to just laze around for the whole month…” She buried her face in her book, “but I just can’t do it.”

That's enough of a mess.

"why?"

"See for yourself!" Takikawa tossed the phone to Ito.

His phone screen was lit up, and there were several private messages in the background, all from people trying to discuss cooperation. He saw a familiar profile picture among them.

If you open the chat box of Takikawa's manager, you'll find that there are many performances and anime conventions that want Takikawa to participate in. Her manager's idea is that she should at least choose one.

He seemed to understand the other person's pain, which was understandable. The combination of Takikawa and Asada as a beautiful girl group, coupled with their existing popularity and the official choreography of the hit song "God's Drifting Waves".

Ito also received business offers, including invitations to sing as a guest at comic conventions, but he declined them all.

The reason is simple: with too little experience and no background, even if you are extremely careful, you can easily suffer losses.

Moreover, Asada is a young woman who has just come of age, making her even more vulnerable to being ruined.

However, when Ito saw a familiar name on the list, his eyes lit up. "Since it's so painful, then I'll decide for you."

"Whatever..." Takikawa had no intention of resisting anymore.

Type "Fuchun Animation Carnival" in the input box and then click send.

The other party replied quickly, sending an "OK" gesture.

Seeing this, Ito couldn't suppress a smile.

One comic convention, three times the cost.

Chapter 85 The Maid's Secret Magic Fever Reducer

The following Saturday, the convention arranged for them to appear as surprise guests at an exhibition center in Ikebukuro.

As for the fee for the anime convention, Asada received 2 yen, since he had no experience participating in large-scale events on-site, except for performances at school cultural festivals.

Their performance was scheduled for the afternoon, so they planned to depart at noon. The organizers had also informed them in advance that someone would be in charge of coordinating with them.

Ito got off at JR Ikebukuro Station and headed towards the East Exit area. Ikebukuro, which was usually bustling, was even more restless and excited than usual.

Squeezed among a group of anime fans carrying pain relief bags and poster tubes, Ito looked down at the "anime convention meeting point" message sent by Sae Nagano on his phone.

Can gifts received at maid cafes really be considered free?

Following the navigation, I finally arrived at the comic convention location. Along the way, I couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu, mostly because this place has appeared frequently in TV series and novels.

The event started at 9:00 AM. When Ito arrived, there weren't many people in the queue, so he didn't have to wait long to get in.

To be honest, coming to a comic convention feels like returning to my old haunts, especially when I see those guys wearing ita-style costumes and thick glasses.

A girl in a Lolita dress jogged past Ito, lifting the hem of her skirt, the petticoat sweeping across the ground and kicking up fine dust.

His gaze followed the other person into the distance, then he turned around and met the eyes of a nerdy guy with a backpack, exchanging affirming glances.