Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

She suddenly raised an eyebrow and waved the marker in her hand. "Excuse me, where do I sign? The clothes?"

"Please sign here." Ito couldn't produce anything else for the time being, so he handed over the small box he had obtained from the Starlight Cafe.

"Sure?"

"Hmm," Ito said with a smile, "Please write 'to Nagano Sae'."

Azi's expression was normal, showing no unusual behavior, and she calmly replied, "Okay."

She traced a smooth arc with her marker on the side of the box. "Thank you for your support."

A standardized answer.

Ito took the box, turned and left without lingering. Azusa was already calling out to the next fan, her words of thanks mingling with the scratching of a marker.

He looked at the spot on the box where he had just written; the ink was still wet and slightly sticky.

Recalling how the other party had tried so hard to hide that they didn't recognize me, without asking how to write it or showing the slightest doubt, this overly natural reaction became the most conclusive evidence.

Not a single word in Sae Nagano's writing is wrong.

President, you've already given yourself away!

Chapter 91 The Band-Aid Found on the Ground Shouldn't Be Wasted

The atmosphere at the anime convention remained vibrant, showing no signs of fatigue.

Judging from the queue at the autograph session, it will probably take another hour or so to finish.

To Ito's surprise, the president's team actually surpassed Takikawa's, even though Takikawa is an entertainer after all.

"She has such a great influence," Ito stroked his chin and focused his gaze on Nagano Sae, who was signing autographs.

The fact that he can play the electric guitar, even though the guitar difficulty of the song "Annoying" isn't particularly high, shows that he has practiced.

As for singing, Takigawa and Asada, plus the feeling she brings to her singing, are completely different.

To be fair, compared to Takikawa's experience and Nagano's ruthlessness and decisiveness, Asada was the worst performer.

But if we're talking about who can attract viewers the most and make them remember them, then it has to be Asada.

Her voice is exceptionally gifted, capable of handling almost any timbre, and highly distinctive.

He looked at Asada, who was idly playing with her hair in her seat, and believed that in the near future, both Nagano and Takikawa would be left behind by her.

Just as Ito was expressing his feelings, Asada looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, then stealthily pulled a chocolate bar from under the table, took a bite, and his face lit up with happiness.

Before becoming a national idol, let's start controlling our diet.

Before underground idols debut, fans are mostly drawn to their looks. Even after they become famous, this type of fan will never be small, since people are visual creatures.

We need to assign someone to keep an eye on Asada's diet.

"Please don't do that!" A clear voice pierced through the noisy crowd, instantly drawing the attention of a large group of people to the previously chaotic autograph area.

Ito looked in the direction of the sound and saw Nagano Sae stand up from her seat, staring sharply at the burly man opposite her.

The burly man opposite him was wearing a sleeveless vest. He looked displeased and muttered some trash talk.

Ito narrowed his eyes, about to step forward to help, when a crisp "slap" was heard, and Nagano Sae slapped the burly man across the face.

The burly man's face turned red instantly, leaving five red marks on his fingers, showing that the force was considerable.

"You son of a bitch!" The burly man shouted, his movement of grabbing the folding stool making the floor tremble, and it looked like it was about to smash into Nagano Sae's slender shoulders and neck.

not good!

Ito's pupils contracted sharply. Nagano Sae was, after all, still a young woman who had just come of age. No matter how mature she usually appeared, she had never experienced these things.

She stood there blankly, and Ito could even see the reflection of the chair in Nagano Sae's pupils.

The others around were also shocked by the burly man's sudden action, their gasps caught in their throats, unable to react.

The burly man's face contorted with rage as the stainless steel chair was about to smash onto Nagano's head.

Ito gritted his teeth, a blue light flashed before his eyes, and the redemption notification sound of the [World Shooting Jump Burst Experience Card] stimulated Ito's mind like a buzzing bee.

At the critical moment, his calf muscles tensed like a bowstring, and he lunged forward, leaving a visible afterimage. Using the momentum of the movement, the two collided with a dull thud on the floor.

The folding stool slammed onto the table with a loud crash, knocking the mug off the table and shattering it into countless tiny pieces.

"Ugh!" The burly man was pinned down, Ito's knee pressed against his abdomen, and his wrists were gripped so tightly that the bones made a soft grinding sound.

One of the flying fragments grazed Ito's cheek, leaving a bloodstain from which blood slowly seeped.

""Ito!!!"

Takigawa and Asada both exclaimed in surprise.

"Ito-senpai, I'm here." Miura, panting, pressed down on the burly man's legs to ease the pressure on Ito.

"Shut up!" Ito stared intently at the burly man, his eyes flashing with a cold light and an undeniable ruthlessness that made the man hesitate for a moment.

The surrounding screams finally broke the silence; some people were recording with their phones, while others shouted, "Call the police!"

Ito felt the body below his knees still twitching, and drops of blood from his cheek dripped onto the burly man's face.

"It's alright now."

A fair hand suddenly grasped Ito's wrist. He looked up and met Asada's worried gaze. The girl was squatting beside the mess of broken pieces.

Once the security personnel had arrived, Ito tightened his grip on the man's wrist, causing the burly man to let out a miserable scream, before handing him over.

Miura, panting with his knees bent, suddenly saw Ito's face. "That beast slashed you so deeply, senpai!"

Hearing Miura's reminder, Ito finally came to his senses and felt the pain on his cheek. He frowned slightly as warm blood slid down his jawline. He raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, but it was slapped away by someone.

Don't touch it with your hands!

A cold voice rang out as Sae Nagano, holding a sterile cotton cloth, tore open the packaging. The sound was particularly clear amidst the gradually calming noise.

"A-Azusa!" Miura called out the other person's name, his voice trembling with excitement.

After nodding to Miura, she turned her attention back to Ito's bleeding wound.

"Please let me do it. You were just frightened, you should rest first," Asada said to Nagano Sae.

"Then trouble you."

Nagano Sae gave Ito a deep look, then loosened her grip on the package and handed the sterilizing cotton cloth to Asada.

Asada's fingertips, coated with the delicate scent of hand cream, touched the wound, causing Ito to instinctively recoil.

It wasn't the pain that frightened him, but rather Asada's expression. His brows were furrowed, and the shadows of his eyelashes cast a misty haze over his eyes, turning his usual tranquility into a deep pool.

"Don't move!" Asada's tone left no room for refusal. She increased the pressure on her hand, and the stinging sensation of the disinfectant cotton swab against the wound made Ito gasp.

Miura clicked his tongue in amazement, muttering things like, "It's just that the male protagonist in the visual novel isn't good enough."

As the cleaning staff in the autograph area were sweeping up broken glass, and amidst the sound of dustpans hitting the floor, Asada suddenly spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Don't be so reckless next time, no matter who's on the other end..."

Ito felt the warmth of her fingers seeping through his skin, making him even more uneasy than before.

Once the bleeding stopped, Asada held the blood-stained cotton ball in her hand, glared at Ito resentfully, and then returned to her seat.

What is all this about...?

He was led by staff to the staff passage to have his wound treated, where he encountered Nagano Sae, who was hugging her arms.

"Are you alright?" Ito stopped in front of Nagano Sae.

"Don't talk to girls like that." Nagano Sae's eyes were fixed on the bustling crowd outside the passage.

That was indeed somewhat impolite. Ito turned around and was about to leave when he heard her urgent voice.

"Wait a moment!"

As he turned around, Nagano Sae was already standing on tiptoe, her fingertips holding a pink band-aid with a crooked heart pattern printed on it.

Her fingers hesitated for a moment above his cheek before gently covering the wound. The bandage was warm, like a young girl's light kiss.

“This…” Ito was stunned.

This band-aid is clearly a women's style, which is seriously inconsistent with his image as a macho man.

Nagano Sae quickly withdrew her hand and turned her head away, saying, "I picked it up from the ground, don't waste it."

She walked quickly out of the passage, her footsteps growing more hurried until they disappeared around the corner.

Chapter 92 Application Form and Girl's Thoughts

The comic convention controversy has passed in a day, and it's Monday again.

Early in the morning, Ito walked into the school alone. Takikawa and Asada had already arrived at the school, and they had been deliberately avoiding her for the past two days.

"Ito, why are you so late?"

As they passed the school gate, Fujikawa Kaze, who was working part-time as a disciplinary committee member, grabbed Ito's wrist. His eyes, surrounded by dark circles, were bloodshot.

"Although we are still young, you should still be mindful of moderation."

It's normal to reward yourself during a holiday.

As far as he knew, the closest thing Fujikawa Kaze had ever done with a girl since birth was holding hands with her in kindergarten under the teacher's instruction.

"It's all because of you."

"Don't say things that could be misunderstood."

His hand slipped from Ito's uniform jacket. "Hurry, hurry up and get to the club."

"Who's in the club? You have to let me go to the classroom first."

"Let me put your bag away for you." Fujikawa Kaze took Ito's black handbag from him.

That's too cunning of them.

"Hurry up and get to the club office!" he urged Ito from behind.

Honestly, who's even in the club office? Even in the summer, she shouldn't have caused Fujikawa to lose his composure like this.

Ito sighed and walked towards the club office after changing into indoor shoes.