Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"Yes, yes." Miura took out two pink light sticks from his bulky backpack. "It seems that senior has also been attracted by Azusa's charm."

"I guess so." He watched as the girl named 'Azi' returned to her seat at the host's signal.

First, she greeted the people around her, then looked around and her eyes met Ito's for a moment. Then she quickly turned around and put her hands together.

Ito's eyes narrowed slightly; something seemed amiss, and the other party appeared to have noticed as well.

"The following surprise guests are quite special—" the host suddenly lowered his voice, "This is their first time participating in an offline event!"

The entire audience held their breath as the host continued his introduction.

"They recently became a hit on short video and social media platforms with a song and a dance, which inspired countless people to cover their work, but only a small part of the clips have been released."

At this point, the audience began to whisper among themselves, and the girls in the front row holding up light sticks hummed the melody of a popular otaku dance.

Seeing this, the host stopped keeping them in suspense.

"I'm sure you've all guessed it, they are—famous artist Anna Takikawa and popular singer Sakura Asada." She bowed to the audience, "Please enjoy their full version of 'God's Drifting'."

The entire venue was filled with cheers, and then the names of Takikawa and Asada replaced the question marks. After the host walked off the stage, the music stopped.

The electronic screen exploded with a crimson waterfall of light, and Takikawa and Asada ran out from both sides of the stage, their simple shrine maiden outfits billowing in the air. As the two met in the center of the stage, the prelude also began.

The opening "Yo~" sparked the first mini-climax.

Most people who come to anime conventions are highly immersive anime fans, let alone those who listen to such catchy songs.

At the same time, many audience members raised their right hands and waved their arms in time with the drumbeats.

Ito stood there, having already tossed his coat to Miura, and with his arms outstretched, he was completely at ease.

Many people have already started humming along, "月も太陽も無视して眠ろう (Ignore the sun and moon, take a long nap)".

Takikawa's ponytail swayed on the stage, and Asada's face was full of smiles. Suddenly, the two slowed down in unison, and the moment their fingertips touched in front of their chests, the whole audience held their breath.

"そうさ"

"神のまにまに"

"Yangせのままに"

As the music reached its climax, they looked at each other and smiled brightly as they performed the movements. Suddenly, their bodies leaned to one side and then quickly changed direction.

Ito's rhythmic shouts, "Call for help!" resonated through the air and overlapped with the lyrics.

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

After the first climax of the song, they all noticed Yuujin Ito in the last row of the audience. He kept waving his glow stick, and the people around him consciously made way for him.

Takikawa stared at Ito, her eyes crinkling with a dangerous curve, and she danced with even more energy, becoming more vibrant.

Asada's hair tie had come loose at some point, and strands of hair were stuck to her sweaty forehead. Looking at the otaku Ito limited edition who was "crazy cheering", a sweet feeling rose in her heart.

As the music spun backward, the crimson hakama billowed up, like a full moon in the sky, yet tinged with a vivid red hue.

As the last note faded away, Asada and Takikawa retreated to the center of the stage, slightly out of breath, but their eyes were fixed on the audience clapping wildly below, and on Ito wiping away beads of sweat.

Ito noticed their gazes, held his glow stick, and gave them a thumbs up.

"great!"

Chapter 90 Reveals the Girl's Contrast

Miura tugged at his sleeve and handed Ito a bottle of Pocari Sweat.

"Glug glug." Ito gulped down the water, and the bottle of mineral water was soon empty.

Cheering is also physically demanding; I've never been so tired before.

It was even more tiring than teaching Takikawa to dance.

Asada and Takikawa returned to their seats, where they would sign autographs with the other guests, while the remaining guests took turns performing on stage.

The trip to the anime convention ended when the last performer finished.

"Ito-kun, are you really going to make a stage play?"

"Yes, that's the idea. The proposal has already been submitted." Ito held a bottle of Pocari Sweat in his hand, watching the performance on stage.

"I never expected that it would be Ito-senpai who saved the film club in the end." Miura lowered his head, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"Don't worry, after all, I'm also a member of the film club, so of course I should lend a hand." Ito patted his shoulder. "Besides, as a junior, just rely on your senior's performance. There's no need to feel guilty."

"It's not guilt, it's feeling so useless, that I can't even compare to my senior." He exuded a gloomy aura, which inexplicably made Ito furious.

What does this guy mean?!

"Where did you hear that, Fujikawa?"

"It's the vice minister. When Senior Xia was revising the script and drawing storyboards, she kept cursing you in the activity room. Her resentment was almost tangible."

Miura's expression turned fearful. "The president almost had to hire someone to exorcise the evil spirit."

"No, it can't be that bad, can it?"

Ito spoke somewhat awkwardly. He had read Yoshida Nai's script, and for a high school student, it was quite good.

But seeing Miura nodding so frantically, he still thought it was an exaggeration.

Even if his ability to appreciate scripts is relatively poor, Fujikawa is there to oversee things for him.

And Yoshida Nai also seemed very confident.

"Next up is a solo performance by Azi," the host announced, drawing their attention.

Finally, it was her turn to go on stage.

While signing autographs, Takikawa nudged Asada, whose hand was already aching, and gestured for her to look at the stage.

"That guy Ito is paying close attention to the other party."

Ah-Zi slowly walked onto the stage, her slender legs encased in a long sailor-style dress, and she held an SG-style electric guitar in her hands.

Ito's eyes lit up. Just like the first time he saw her, he felt that she was dressed like a delinquent girl. Now he saw this model with heavy metal and rock style.

The double-cut-angle design delivers a powerful and explosive tone.

So it's not a stereotype brought about by "From Today, It's My Turn!!", the other person is a beautiful girl with a contrasting personality.

The SG electric guitar in her arms had a matte black finish, and the "ESP" logo on the headstock was a cold blue.

The electronic screen behind her suddenly turned black. She abruptly tossed her head, her long, straight black hair brushing against the microphone stand with a crisp "snap".

Her hand, painted with black nail polish, scraped against the metal wire, making a soft, rustling sound.

They're not going to sing that song, are they?

Just as Ito had predicted, the words "So Annoying" appeared on the screen, followed by a song with the guitar removed.

"What is correct! What is stupid!"

"Damn it." Miura cursed beside him, his eyes showing no less shock than Ito's.

The middle finger traces a serrated slide on the second fret string, the friction between the metal fret and the string is as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but it bursts into the crushing sound of heavy machinery amidst the roar of the effects pedal.

Her unique voice tore through the curtain, a hoarse tone with a distinctive tremor.

"Hiss~" Ito gasped.

Although only an electric guitar was played on stage, the vocals from "So Annoying" that were played were clearly pre-recorded by the other party, meaning they sang it themselves.

The SG electric guitar trembled violently in her arms, its black, chamfered body seemingly capable of swallowing everything. She twisted her wrist, the pick scraping harsh harmonics across the strings.

His hands never stopped moving, maintaining a high level of intensity in his playing.

She finally stopped and caught her breath, but in an instant she tilted the piano 20 degrees again, and the bow at her neckline became crooked.

"どうだっていいぜquestionはナシ!"

(No! Anything is fine with me, I'm okay with it!)

He dragged out the lyric until his voice cracked, and the electric guitar emitted a piercing scream.

As the final accompaniment ended, the performance finally came to a close. Needless to say, Azusa's fans, such as Miura who had already shouted until his voice was hoarse, and other audience members also gave her a round of applause.

After bowing to the audience, she returned to her seat, but Ito felt as if she was being watched, whether it was her imagination or not.

"S-senpai~" Miura's tone was still fervent, with lingering warmth, "I'm going to line up, I need an autograph."

He rushed over there excitedly, and by the time the song ended, the line had noticeably grown longer.

Ito followed along, hoping that getting an autograph would give him a chance to get up close and personal with the person.

The thought of exposing the other person's true identity gave him a sense of taking advantage of their vulnerability, but he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

"This guy..." Takikawa muttered to himself as he signed autographs for fans.

She then looked up at her fans with a sweet smile and handed the postcard back with both hands, saying, "Thank you for your support."

Asada, standing next to her, wasn't much better off. Compared to the others, she didn't have many fans to begin with, and there was no publicity about her participation. She only had a few scattered fans and audience members who had just watched the performance.

Therefore, she had plenty of time to observe Ito's criminal activities with her eyes.

"If you don't support your own idol, then go support someone else." She gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Ito.

"Achoo!" Ito sneezed and rubbed his nose.

"Ito-kun, are you catching a cold?"

"Maybe so, or maybe someone is thinking of me." He felt a chill for no reason.

"......"

As the autograph session line slowly moved forward, Ito could clearly hear Azusa's voice from ahead.

Thank you for your support.

After some time, it was Miura's turn. He excitedly stepped forward and handed the poster he had prepared to the other person.

"Azi! I'm your fan. I've watched every single one of your live streams. Today's song was absolutely amazing!"

"Really?" Azi looked up, finished writing the last word, "Then next time you come, you can request a song, the code is black nail polish."

Miura stood there stunned for a moment, then blushed and nodded frantically, thanking them repeatedly before stepping back.

When it was Ito's turn, she was adjusting the bow on her collar when she looked up and their eyes met.