Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

However, he had already prepared himself for the possibility of gaining nothing from this matter, so he didn't feel so guilty.

"It's alright, thank you."

As Ito reached out to help Shinno up, he heard him mutter, "He still hasn't fulfilled his role as a wingman."

He's talking nonsense again. There are no normal people left in this world.

Just before she could touch him, she quickly withdrew her hands, patted her trouser seams, and walked straight past Xinye, leaving him standing there alone. She needed to wash her hands quickly to avoid catching something unclean.

He wiped the water off his hands, reorganized his thoughts, and realized that, as Shinno had suggested, he should indeed go to the Light Music Club to inquire about the matter.

However, after the last cultural festival, due to certain 'objective' factors, the performance of "Annoying" was superior, which made the Light Music Club full of hatred towards Itoh.

I remember last Wednesday I planned to go to the light music club to ask Chizuru Saionji about the blue-haired bassist Rin Iketani, but before I even got inside, the junior girls kicked me out.

Even though Naoto Shinno was performing with him, he was able to get in unscathed.

Can all his sins be absolved simply because he contributed all the equipment?

Well, it certainly has an irresistible charm.

Regarding the equipment issue, it absolutely needs to be replaced. The guitar at home is of very poor quality, and the tone it produces is very dirty. Of course, this is also related to Asada's poor technique.

But after six hours of training every day after school, with his help, her skills have improved considerably; at least she is quite proficient at writing grids.

It's impossible for her to stand on her own. Right now, she can only play simple pieces, and her movements are still very stiff. Judging from her recent performances, she is definitely not up to standard.

As for changing equipment, it's also due to teaching considerations; it's too troublesome for two people to share one guitar.

Just after today's classes ended, Ito walked heavily toward the Light Music Club.

He had originally planned to rely on Mori no Ueshiro to give him Saionji Chizuru's contact information, but the other party suddenly changed his attitude and told him to ask for it in person.

He then went offline at lightning speed and stopped replying after being read.

When people no longer meet, their feelings become so fragile.

The binary code cannot bridge the emotional gap between the two people.

Squatting outside the light music club's activity room, Ito was trying to reason with them, saying that if they went in, they would definitely be called "pervert" or "scum."

Although he didn't care about what others thought of him, he still found it hard to accept being called that by a junior student so sincerely.

Asada, it seems he didn't pass the first lesson of becoming an idol.

"Excuse me, could you move aside?" A cold, emotionless voice rang out from above Ito.

Looking up, Ito met Kurokawa Ori's gray-blue eyes. Although her other eye was covered by her bangs, Ito thought she looked incredibly cool.

They came to save themselves.

"Hello." Ito stood up.

"H-hello." Kurokawa Ori took a step back and answered hesitantly.

"Please give me your contact information." Ito took out his phone. "Please don't misunderstand, I just have some things I need to ask you about."

"..." She also moved her other foot back, her eyes filled with vigilance.

The sliding door to the Light Music Club opened from the inside, and Chizuru Saionji poked her head out. "Ito-kun, do you want to ask me for advice?"

Although she maintained an angelic, gentle smile, Ito had the urge to avoid her.

Kurokawa Orimi and Saionji Chizuru appeared as if they had met a savior. Kurokawa Orimi hid behind Saionji Chizuru, but was only half a head taller than her, which looked somewhat comical.

The music in the event room had stopped, and Ito could clearly hear whispers inside.

"It's that scumbag senior again, his evil clutches have reached out to the light music club. Damn it! And his target is Kurokawa-senpai."

"It's trash to seek comfort from girls after being rejected by a guy."

"Ito-senpai's target is Kurokawa-senpai~↓ I thought......."

"..."

Ito's lips twitched; his reputation had not only worsened but was becoming increasingly abstract.

Chapter 94 "The Piano Buying Turmoil Ends"

I took Asada off the train at Shimokitazawa Station and headed to the music store according to the address given by Saionji Chizuru.

Shimokitazawa is more accurately described as a train station. Tokyo has 23 wards, and Shimokitazawa is located in Setagaya Ward.

With steel pipes and abandoned buildings everywhere on the streets, as well as colorful graffiti on the walls, it truly deserves its reputation as a "paradise of subcultures".

The ability to "nurture" both the heavy-handed "Beast Senpai" and the cute "Lonely Rock" demonstrates that inclusivity allows various subcultures to leave their mark.

Standing behind him, Asada looked excited. Although he was still in school mode and his thick bangs obscured most of his vision, the light in his eyes could penetrate the world.

I expect to have a lot of interaction with Kitazawa afterward. This place is filled with a rich and youthful artistic atmosphere, as well as a large number of small and medium-sized theaters and live houses.

When this semester ends and Asada's skills are good enough, we'll gather a few people and send them here to train. They can also work part-time as bartenders or do odd jobs.

I hope I won't become a Shimokitazawa rock girl who smokes, drinks, and plays around with women.

"It should be here."

Ito stood in front of a dilapidated-looking shop with a crooked sign and neon lights flashing inside.

Did it really not go bankrupt?

With a sense of curiosity, Ito stepped inside, and a strong musty smell instantly filled his nostrils.

"Cough, cough, cough." Only after covering his nose with his sleeve did the unpleasant smell gradually subside.

There was no one in the store. The shelves were full of guitar bags and instrument cases, including Yamaha and Fender, as well as some other brands that Ito couldn't name.

The all-black bag doesn't reveal the instrument's model, and besides, it's just sitting there; isn't the store manager worried about being sold for free?

"Is anyone home?" Ito raised his voice and called into the inner room.

After calling several times, there was finally a response.

"Coming, coming right away."

After a series of cracking sounds, the wooden door at the front desk was pushed open, revealing a man with messy hair and an unshaven beard.

It has appeared: useless social waste.

Asada tugged at Ito's sleeve, her eyes seeming to say, "No way here!!!"

"Who are you here?" asked the dejected man, his eyelids drooping sleepily.

"I came to buy an electric guitar. It was recommended by Chizuru Saionji," Ito replied, forcing a smile.

Although he also wanted to turn around and leave, he knew that would be impolite and would also disappoint Saionji's good intentions.

The main reason was that the other party would probably sell off their stock cheaply to celebrate their opening.

Perhaps we'll see a black Fanta for 10 yen.

The disheveled man scratched his head, seemingly pondering who Saionji Chizuru was. "Her? She's just making a fuss over nothing."

He passed by Ito at the front desk, and there was no foul smell as he had expected. He went to the shelf, glanced at the guitar bags, took the one with the Yamaha logo, and gently placed it on the ground.

Ito noticed that when he unzipped his jacket, his fingers were long, strong, and very clean.

The guitar case was opened, revealing the YAMAHA lettering in gold foil on the headstock, a mahogany fingerboard extending from the headstock to the bridge, and a jet-black body with gold-shimmering metal fittings.

“Yamaha PAC611VFM, give it a try.” The disheveled man handed Ito the pick.

Ito put away the pick and picked up the electric guitar, which was lining a dark gray velvet fabric.

Compared to my old, useless husband, this one has a delicate feel, like frosted glass, and even the grip is a level of comfort that the other can't provide.

The disheveled man led them to a spacious room filled with equipment. He plugged in the cables and gestured for Ito to begin.

Ito tried plucking the strings. The A string had a clear tone and the sustain lingered in the listening room. He stepped on the overdrive pedal of the speaker next to him, and the bridge pickup immediately burst out with creamy distortion.

He tried playing "God's Drifting" once, and there were no problems. The tone was accurate, and there were no issues that he had imagined caused by the shop owner's improper storage.

"Asada, you should try it too."

Ito handed the guitar to Asada. His purpose today was to buy an electric guitar for Asada, and he wanted her to be satisfied.

When she took the violin, her fingertips rested on the nickel-silver frets, and the smooth feel instantly relaxed her fingers. The C-shaped curve of the neck fit perfectly in her palm.

When she plucked the first empty harmonic, Ito saw her keycaps tremble violently.

She tentatively pressed the chords of "Want to Be Cute," and the SSL-5 single coil on the neck pickup immediately emitted a honey-sweet sound.

When she switched to the SH-1n humbucker on the bridge, the overdrive tone was like a blooming dark chocolate, with a sweet, slightly intoxicating quality in the final notes.

When the song ended, she was clearly still a little unsatisfied, her fingers stroking the piano surface.

"How much?" Ito opened his purse, intending to buy it.

"20 million yen."

His hand movements stopped, and Asada's grip on the guitar also froze.

"What, you think it's too expensive?" The man's tone rose, tinged with impatience.

“Although only a few music stores in Tokyo sell this guitar secondhand, your price is too high. I also need to buy effects pedals and an amplifier.”

The disheveled man clicked his tongue and went into a small room, leaving Asada and Ito looking at each other in bewilderment.

After a while, he came out, carrying a board and a speaker, a brand that Ito didn't recognize.

"It'll be 20 yen in total. Pay up and leave quickly."

"Can I try it?"

"Tsk." Although the slovenly man was impatient, he still helped Asada change the equipment.

As the song ended, Ito nodded in satisfaction. Although it was a model he had never heard of before, the effect was surprisingly good.

He counted out twenty 10,000 yen bills from his purse and handed them to the other person.

Less than two minutes after the other party accepted the money, they were already standing outside the shop, braving the cold March wind and listening to the distant barking of dogs.

What a strange fellow.

Asada, holding his guitar case in both hands, grinned foolishly. At just over 1.6 meters tall, he looked quite adorable.

I wouldn't say I like it that much. Although the guitar at home is practically a fire poker, with terrible tone, awful feel, and even the frets are disgusting, I have to re-tune it every time I use it.