Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Mori's eyelashes fluttered as if sprinkled with glitter.

"Senior, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

Mori covered himself with both arms and shrank back in fear. "Don't think that just because it's sparsely populated and in a remote location, I won't fight back, and that's why you're up to no good."

"Not here, at least not here. Nobody's home tonight."

"What is all this nonsense?" Ito was speechless. "I just wanted to ask if you'd be willing..."

Before Ito could finish speaking, Mori interrupted, "I'm willing, I'm willing to do anything, as long as it makes you happy, senpai. Even those embarrassing clothes, I'm not against wearing them..."

The more she talked, the redder her face became. Although the visibility at night wasn't very high, it was still clearly visible.

"If you're willing, that's good. Rehearsals for the stage play written by Yoshida Nai will begin next week, so you should prepare in advance."

Ito took out his phone and illuminated his entire face. "After all, you also invested, so we've arranged for you to be an actor."

This can be considered another form of "bringing your own money to the production," meaning you have to pay out of your own pocket to act.

"Hey~!" Mori exclaimed, "Is it just this one thing?"

She stepped closer to Ito, grabbed his clothes with both hands, and looked up at him. "Senior, is this all you wanted to say?"

"Isn't there anything else?"

Her nose almost touched Ito's tie, and the sweet aroma of convenience store oden mixed with the cold wind wafted into Ito's collar.

The shirt fabric was stretched taut, and Mori suddenly stood on tiptoe, his heels tapping rapidly on the asphalt.

"Senior, you should know why I'm staying with you so late!" Her voice was very low. "If you ask for something even more outrageous, I'll do it."

Ito's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked into Mori's violet eyes, while insects chirped by the roadside.

Purpose? To entangle himself with him? This absurd thought appeared in Ito's mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

Mori suddenly released his grip on the shirt, but then grabbed his wrist. "Don't run away. Give me a straight answer. I'll give you another chance to make your request."

The sudden formality left Ito somewhat at a loss; to be precise, there were too many requirements, and he didn't know which one to choose.

Can we make more requests?

“Of course.” Mori loosened her grip on Ito’s hand slightly, her tone alluring. “You can bring up anything.”

"Then please provide more funding for the stage play."

This request is quite legitimate, at least that's what Ito thinks.

"..."

Mori opened her purse, revealing the money and yellow paper with symbols inside. She took out three 10,000 yen bills and handed them to Ito.

Are there any other requirements?

"Please tell me when you will be free at school next?" This request from Ito was hardly even a request.

"Oh?" Mori drew circles on the back of his hand with his finger. "Now that you know what I'm going to do, do you want to...?"

Her provocative actions and intriguing tone transformed her from a lively and adorable junior into someone increasingly daring.

"Actually..." He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

Mori suddenly let go of her hand, jogged forward a couple of steps, turned around, her canvas shoes crunching over the fallen leaves by the roadside, with a waning moon behind her.

She raised her right hand and waved it in the air. "Senior, that's enough of my gentlemanly behavior for today. Although what you said just now was not gentlemanly at all, thank you anyway."

"I'll walk alone from here on out."

After saying that, she turned around again, her steps light and quick, her bun swaying gently with each step.

So she still didn't say when she would be free, even though she said that any request could be made, no matter how many.

I still trust women too much.

Ugh.

As Ito watched Mori's figure grow ever more distant until it disappeared from sight, he too walked toward the apartment.

......

The next day, Ito didn't sleep during break time; he wanted to deal with things as soon as they came up.

The final actress has not yet been decided; he needs to observe the girls who have passed by.

If someone looks like a goblin, they'd be considered a pervert, but someone like Ito would only make girls blush and feel shy.

He leaned against the window in the corridor, his hands resting on the windowsill.

This image doesn't meet the standard; this person is too tall; this person looks very individualistic.

"Please come with me to the student council office." A cool voice suddenly rang out, snapping Ito out of his dilemma.

He turned his head and met Nagano Sae's unchanging expression. "Why?"

Nagano Sae glanced at the girl running away beside her, then turned back to Ito, "What do you think?"

"I only..."

Ito swallowed the word "yes" and watched as Nagano took out a white sheet.

He knew all too well that it was used by the student council to punish students who broke the rules, similar to a ticket.

Students can only leave school after they have completed their assigned obligations.

This might not work for others, but for Ito, who treats club activities as his after-school activity, it is undoubtedly the most evil weapon.

He reluctantly cooperated with Nagano's work and followed her to the office.

The arrangement was the same as before. He sat on the sofa with practiced ease, picked up the seaweed cracker on the coffee table, and put it in his mouth.

"Crunch." The seaweed cracker was bitten into, making a crisp sound.

"That was prepared for the cultural festival, and we haven't had time to change it yet," Nagano Sae said casually after glancing at it.

She sat in the seat belonging to the student council president, picking up a ballpoint pen to process documents.

Ito quickly spat the food residue in his mouth into the trash can. Food that had been sitting in the trash for two weeks was no different from fruit used as decoration in the living room.

"Tell me, what's the reason you're standing there?" Nagano asked, reviewing the documents without even looking up.

“I stood there resting.”

"What is the reason?" Nagano's tone remained unchanged.

“I stood there resting.”

"Some students have reported that the cleaning of the pool has been too intensive recently and they need help."

Sae Nagano said something unrelated to the topic.

“Alright.” Ito gave up resisting; it wasn’t important anyway. “Here’s the thing: I’m looking for actresses for a stage play, and we’re just one short.”

"Don't do that again. You're like a pervert. If you weren't somewhat famous, everyone would know what kind of person you are, and we would have called the police."

Is it really necessary to exaggerate like that? Besides, what kind of person is he?

After finishing the last document, Nagano closed the cap of her ballpoint pen and looked at Ito. "Leave the matter of the last actress to me. You are forbidden from doing anything like this in the future."

"What's wrong?" he asked, sounding very serious.

“You understand.” Nagano stood up. “Alright, you can go now.”

“Okay.” Ito had great faith in Nagano’s abilities. Besides, having been in the student council for so long and dealing with so many students, he was definitely more reliable than Ito.

He put his hand on the doorknob, intending to push the door open and go out, when the door was pushed open from the outside.

"President." She said as she pushed open the door, then closed it after seeing who was in the room. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you."

Chapter 100 Tokugawa? Meiji!

"President." The girl walked in, seemingly in a hurry. She looked at Ito but didn't say anything.

"Ito, it's time for you to leave," Nagano said, issuing the order to get rid of him.

Feeling slightly bored, Ito walked towards the classroom, vaguely sensing that what the girl was going to report was related to him.

The fact that he was asked to leave shows that he didn't want to know about that matter.

But it doesn't matter, I'll just focus on thinking about the work ahead.

There's no rush for props for next week's stage play rehearsals, but he still gave a portion of the money to Yingyingli.

He had seen the props the other person made; their quality and effects were quite good. And because the other person liked magical girls, they even made him a whole set of clothes.

According to Miura, she was also at the last anime convention, but he had no idea whether she saw all of Ito's actions.

Asking indirectly is just playing dumb; since there's no intention to reveal the truth, these things are no longer important.

This week's work involves familiarizing myself with the script, practicing Asada's acting skills, and taking her to Naoto Shinno's house on Saturday to record her new song "Koi-on Ame-sora".

When Ito first conceived of releasing this song, he had already entrusted the song to Asada.

She has been training a lot these past few days, especially after getting her new Yamaha 611 electric guitar, which has really boosted her training enthusiasm.

I would wake up every now and then in the middle of the night and see that the living room light was still on.

Being able to maintain energy levels even after sleeping only about four hours a day is a kind of talent.

Beyond her dance and unique voice, we discovered a new talent in Asada.

Even the smallest progress is something to be happy about, as long as you start from a low point.

As Ito walked back to his classroom, passing other classrooms, a figure walked out of one of them and bumped into him.

"Oh, it's you." The tone was very flat.

After she finished speaking, she left in one direction.

Ito turned around and looked at the other person's blue-streaked mullet, then glanced at the sign above their head.

Class 3 (A), Rin Iketani was originally in this class.

The important thing for the student council shouldn't be that a bomb has been planted at the school and students are being held hostage by teachers.

Ito shook his head, trying to clear his mind of his jumbled thoughts. The main reason was that the TV series was so classic that he couldn't help but overthink it.

"While teaching students moral principles through extreme methods, this teacher also awakens those around them. Such a teacher is truly..."