Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

"I've brought the person." Ito walked into the activity room and casually found a seat.

"Hello everyone, nice to meet you all. My name is Yoshida Nai." Yoshida Nai introduced herself very briskly.

They seem to be very good at handling these kinds of situations.

Ito had been observing Natsumi's reaction, since Fujikawa had told him that Natsumi was looking for Yoshida Nai.

"Yoshida, may I call you that? Please find a place to sit down." Fujikawa handed Yoshida a glass of water.

"Sure, do as you please."

"Let me introduce you first. The one wiping the equipment is our star photographer, Ryota Miura," Fujikawa began to introduce them to her one by one.

When his name was called, Miura raised his hand to greet Yoshida with a goofy smile.

"This guy who's always reading novels is called Yuto Takahashi. He can get the keys to all the rooms in the school and he also helps Miura with filming. He doesn't talk much, which makes me a little worried about his future."

"Hello."

Takahashi responded coldly, merely nodding slightly without even looking at the other person.

"Alright, let's get down to business today." Fujikawa picked up the printed papers from the table.

"Hey, you've missed introducing it," Summer Sunflower said, holding Yingyingli.

"Oh, that cute girl is called Eriri Utsu. She's a prop master, a first-year student, and very easy to get along with. And Ito, the ghost member, don't worry about him."

It's hard not to believe that the other party didn't do it on purpose; even Ito mentioned it, but Natsumi, who was complaining, didn't say a word.

This is the power of the film company president; this is the only way he can contend with Summer Sunflower.

"My name is Xia Rikui. I'm the vice president of the film club, responsible for scripts, storyboards, and video editing. If you need anything, you can contact Fujikawa. If he disagrees, you can contact me."

Xia Rikui spoke at length, her words and actions subtly criticizing Fujikawa.

She reached out and snatched the script from Fujikawa's hand. "I've read your script and made some revisions."

Hearing that the other person was talking about serious business, and that it was about her, Yoshida Naya became serious.

"Don't be nervous, the story is actually quite good. It's probably based on 'Edo Yokai Journey,' right?" Xia Rikui flipped through the script. "There are a few details that aren't handled very well, but overall, it's very good for a high school student."

She handed the revised script to Eriri, who then passed it to Yoshida Nai, saying, "This is my revised version. Please take a look."

Yoshida Nai's expression was initially a little unnatural, but as she flipped through the script, her eyes grew brighter and brighter. After she finished reading it, she stood up excitedly.

"This, this really is my script." Her voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

“Yes.” Summer Aoi seemed quite pleased with Yoshida Nai’s reaction. “If you want to see something with extra content, I have…”

"Summer!" Fujikawa Kaze called out to Summer, stopping her movement.

Some of them guessed what they had just been arguing about.

"Please let me see, I believe in Natsumi's creative abilities." Yoshida Nai has already taken the shape of a summer sunflower.

"No, you don't want to!" ×4

Fujikawa, Ito, Miura, including Yingyingli in the arms of Natsuhi Aoi.

Takahashi was still reading a romance manga.

"Boring." Summer Sunflower turned her head to the side, very dissatisfied with their attitude.

"Alright, since you're satisfied, we've resolved our first issue for today. Let's discuss what comes next." Fujikawa pulled out a small blackboard.

The small blackboard had the problems that needed to be solved written on it in chalk, the first of which was the actors.

"According to your script, you need at least 4 girls and 2 boys, but we can only find one boy at most right now."

"Who?" Ito looked at them, and they looked at Ito as well, then nodded.

"Who could be more suited to play the role of a monster who toys with emotions than you?" Summer Sunflower said something very hurtful.

“I also think this role suits you very well,” Yoshida Naya chimed in.

Ito remained silent. He had read the script and knew perfectly well who the monster they were talking about was, and who had died because of playing with emotions.

"According to the script, where do we find beautiful girls to play the roles, and each one has a different style?"

This is indeed a big problem, and Ito is thinking about it too.

As I pondered these thoughts, I sensed that the atmosphere around me was somewhat strange.

Why are they all looking at me again?

Chapter 97 Long Time No See

"Alright, it's settled then. Ito will be in charge of the actors, and Eiriya will prepare the props. Let's try to start rehearsals next week."

With a wave of his hand, Fujikawa decided all the rules, including Ito's task, without giving him any chance to object.

Incidentally, the event funds were kept by Ito, because that was the condition he set for proposing to hold a stage play and promising to find actors.

And if tickets are sold later, all the revenue will go to him.

No one else had any objections. Few high school students who enjoy photography are short of money, so naturally they wouldn't be interested.

Moreover, based on past experience, the remaining money would only be enough for them to have one meal at most. After agreeing without lowering their demands for food, they readily agreed.

The total funding for the stage play is now divided into 100,000 yen from Mori's donation and 250,000 yen for the highest-spec enhanced version, for a total of 350,000 yen.

The venue for the stage play can be rented from the auditorium. The expenses for props and costumes should be controlled within 150,000 yen, and the rest can be kept by ourselves.

actor?

Do I need to pay for the actors I find myself?

He had roughly decided on the four actresses. Asada was a must-have, as was the one he knew who had the best acting skills—Morikami.

Two more girls are needed, and here's how I used my day off to get them: Takikawa will make a cameo appearance. As for the last one...

Ito frowned in thought, and suddenly a black-haired figure popped into his mind.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"What's wrong?"

"Senior, is the pressure on you too much?"

The members of the club all looked at Ito, some with worry, others with doubt.

“I mean…” He looked at Xia Rikui, “The stage play is for all ages, so patching it up is absolutely out of the question.”

That's such a far-fetched explanation; I doubt anyone would believe it.

As expected, after exchanging glances, Yingyingli whispered to Tengchuang in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "President, why don't we take Ito-senpai to see a shrine? I know a nice one."

Fujikawa nodded solemnly, as if it were a serious matter.

"Please give me the event funds." Ito asked Fujikawa for the event funds; this was the only thing that could soothe his wounded heart.

Even if you are possessed by something evil, you still can't change this appearance.

Fujikawa took an envelope out of his pocket and put the money inside.

After taking the money, Ito waved goodbye and left.

He didn't quit his job at the convenience store. His monthly salary was at least 100,000 yen, and he only needed to work four days a week, which was relatively easy. In addition, the store manager would give him bonuses from time to time.

I'll consider resigning once I've accumulated some savings.

YouTube revenue is also so-so. Without promotion and anime elements, "Want to Be Cute" only earns about 2200 yen per day.

"God's Drift" fared slightly better, earning 5000 yen a day with the help of Takikawa and Mai. As for "So Annoying," it was only released on music websites, and the revenue from its play count was minimal.

Most people choose to listen to Takigawa's version.

Idols still need to rely on selling merchandise and holding concerts to earn a high income; the road ahead is still long.

The short videos for this week were already filmed last week, so I can focus all my energy on finding actors.

The last actress, and the last actor.

For the male actor, we could have Naoto Shinno try it out. As long as he doesn't speak, his demeanor and image are quite good.

"Ito-kun."

Just as Ito was about to go back to the classroom to get his schoolbag, he suddenly heard the soft sound of heels scraping the floor behind him.

As he turned around, he saw Chizuru Saionji standing on the steps leading from the courtyard to the teaching building, together with Sae Nagano.

So, it turns out that the student council president is not required to participate in club activities?

“Isn’t it club activity time now?” Saionji Chizuru and Nagano walked up to him.

"I forgot to bring some documents, I'll go back and get them now," Ito casually made up a lie.

Did you go to that music store yesterday?

"Ah."

"Doesn't it feel different from what you imagined? But the musical instruments there are really cheap, almost all at cost price."

Cost price? Ito frowned; this was quite different from what he had experienced yesterday.

While the price isn't exactly high, it certainly can't be described as cost price.

"Cost price?"

"Hmm~" Saionji Chizuru's tone was slightly hesitant, "Isn't that right?"

“Even considering the premium due to low inventory, it doesn’t need to be 200,000 yen,” Ito said, stating the slovenly man’s initial quote.

"What!" Saionji Chizuru's voice rose noticeably, startling the gecko lizard lying in the corner, which swung its tail.

"Isn't it supposed to cost 15 yen in total, including effects pedals and an amplifier?" Her expression was rather unpleasant. "Besides, that Yamaha 611 was originally intended to be a gift."

"I think there might be some misunderstanding here. You can ask the store manager."

Ito didn't want to dwell on this; the money had already been spent, and there was no need to continue the discussion.

He turned to leave, but was stopped by Chizuru Saionji.

"Wait a minute." She took her wallet out of her pocket. "Please take this money."

“Okay.” Ito put the money away without hesitation.