Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

Their eyes were drawn to each other at the same time, and Yuujin Ito stopped himself from saying what he was about to say.

You must become a mature person, an idol who can proactively share gold coins with himself.

Chapter 9 The Demon King Encountered in the Beginner Village

The dazzling neon lights were splashed out like watercolor paints.

After they each stood behind their own instruments, the lead singer, a woman in a haute couture gown with long, wavy brown hair, cleared her throat in front of the microphone.

The sound is crisp and distinctive.

As the drummer began to play the first note, the stage, exclusively for the Sakata SAK jazz-rock band, began.

The guitarist wielded his pick with incredible speed, his left foot tapping the transposer. The sharp and passionate melody, like a blade, cleaved through the tranquil atmosphere, weaving between complex chords and rapid strumming.

The prelude alone was enough to completely captivate Asada Sakura, as something she had never experienced before was impacting her heart.

His eyes shone with a light of longing.

The music is so beautiful!

The live music blended and intertwined, with intense drumbeats like a torrential downpour, striking the hearts of the audience with precision. The powerful rhythm had a magical quality, making one's blood resonate with it.

The mere appearance of these two instruments was enough to set the venue on a fever pitch, a stark contrast to just a few minutes earlier.

Then, the rhythm suddenly shifted like the eve of a storm, and the spotlight focused on the bassist and the home crowd.

The bassist looked young, with long blue tie-dye mullet hair, a black choker around his neck, and an oversized white T-shirt casually tucked into high-waisted frayed denim shorts.

Her appearance raised questions among many people present, as she was not on the performance list; in other words, she was not a member of Sakata SAK.

So young, can they cooperate well?

As an important part of the band, even without considering the overall coordination of drums and rhythm, simply playing eighth notes for a long time and steadily playing eight bars is a great test of the bassist's patience and finger endurance.

Moreover, one must control the fluctuations of emotions and maintain a constant pace.

So when everyone saw that the band's bassist was a complete newcomer, doubts arose in their minds.

But this did not include Asada Sakura, who saw confidence in Iketani Rin's expression—unparalleled confidence.

It doesn't seem like this is a livehouse with 300 people; it's more like a high school festival, with a bunch of amateur kids messing around.

Judging from her appearance, she should be around the same age as me, and she plays bass in one of Japan's top bands.

Whether it was temporary or not, it proved their strength.

And I was just feeling really happy about a little bit of popularity.

This is really...

Yuujin Ito noticed that something was wrong. Asada Sakura followed her gaze and saw Iketani Rin on the stage.

Thinking that her confidence had been hurt by Iketani Rin, who was the same age as her, he was about to say something to comfort her.

But they found that her emotions were unusually high, and they could see flames in her eyes.

Others might be scared, but not Asada Sakura.

She was determined to surpass this challenging task.

She wants to be the one to pull up the abnormal Yuujin Ito's group and surpass this guy.

Seemingly noticing that Yuujin was staring intently at her from below the stage, Iketani Rin also turned her gaze toward Yuujin and the others.

She bent down and plucked the strings, her long hair billowing in the stage wind.

The bass produced deep, resonant notes, like an undercurrent hidden in the deep sea, quietly vibrating in the air.

Very competitive.

No one doubted the girl's abilities anymore.

The timing of her entry was perfect; even though she had just started playing, one could tell from her exceptional skill that she was exceptionally talented.

The sounds of various instruments intertwined and entwined, like a tight net, forming an unstoppable and powerful sound wave that assaulted the audience's eardrums.

The stage went blank for half a beat as Rin Iketani played his last glissando, and the overhead light suddenly shone into a spotlight on the lead singer.

The drummer struck out delicate vibrato, while the keyboardist pressed out deep, booming sounds.

When the first syllable burst from her throat, it was like a rusty spring suddenly releasing, the metallic vibrato of a vibrato microphone diaphragm.

Her voice sharpened the complex angles of jazz chords, drawing out the blues' sobbing tone at the end of each note, only to suddenly snap back when the key changed.

When the high notes in the chorus suddenly pierced through the layers of instruments without warning, the drumbeats in the third row suddenly intensified, like thunder catching up with lightning, lifting her voice to the dome.

The languidness of jazz and the ferocity of rock collide directly on the vocal cords.

This is Sakata SAK, a top Japanese band.

......

Even after the performance ended, Asada Sakura was still deeply immersed in the experience.

This was her first time participating in a performance event, and she encountered the big boss, Sakata SAK, which completely overturned her perceptions.

She thought idols were just a group of pretty guys who sang and danced on stage and were adored by fans.

It seems that the desire to become an idol has truly taken hold.

"Asada-san, believe me. You will be even better than them in the future."

"really?"

"real."

Although it may seem like empty promises, isn't this a way to motivate your partner?

Yuujin Ito was genuinely worried that Asada Sakura, whose ability rating wasn't even at the A level, would lose all passion.

"Gurgle."

Asada Sakura's stomach made an untimely protest, which was heard by Ito Yuujin.

"No... I'm sorry."

Asada Sakura felt a little embarrassed and turned her head to the side, not daring to look at Ito Yuujin.

It's not her fault; she hadn't eaten anything since that discounted bento box, and because she had the idea of ​​teasing Yuujin Ito, she hadn't finished it either.

"Just bear with it a little longer, we'll eat later." Ito Yujin added, seemingly afraid that Asada Sakura wouldn't agree, "We'll have a bento box, beef one."

This is the biggest concession that Yujin Ito can offer, and the day he gets paid is still far away.

Besides, he didn't believe Asada Sakura could resist the allure of a beef bento.

Indeed, upon hearing the word "beef," Asada Sakura couldn't help but swallow.

She couldn't remember the last time she ate meat.

She sat down next to Ito Yujin, clutching the hem of his shirt as if afraid the beef she had just gotten her hands on would slip away.

"What...what do you want to do?"

Seeing Asada Sakura's expression, he knew that his beef plan had been a great success.

You'll find out soon enough.

Yujin Ito then beckoned a waiter over.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

"I want to know why I haven't received the signed program yet."

As he spoke, he pointed to the waiter who was handing out autographs to each S seat attendant.

The waiter, who had been called over by Yujin Ito, maintained a professional smile and patiently explained, "I'm sorry, sir, but due to your special circumstances, we do not have this gift available."

"Are all S-class seats equipped with gifts?"

"Yes."

"Does the gift need to be paid for?"

"It's not necessary."

"Should I accept this gift?"

"this......"

The waiter's explanation was interrupted by the sound of Ito Yujin tapping the table with his fingertips. He then tapped his phone screen with his knuckles: "Special note: Gifts are included regardless of which set meal is chosen in the S section."

His voice lowered, "Or do you have two different standards for defining 'S Seat'?"

Asada Sakura gently tugged at his sleeve under the table, glancing out of the corner of her eye as the musicians finished the last signature with markers and headed backstage.

"I'm so sorry, this was our oversight." The waiter suddenly bowed. "I'll go and apply for compensation right now."

Seeing that the waiter had relented, Yuujin Ito smiled warmly and stopped him from doing anything further.

“No need.” He pulled Asada Sakura to her feet. “We’ll just go backstage and ask for it.”

Chapter 10 Idols are not child's play

Asada Sakura, standing outside the lounge, looked a little nervous as she knocked on the door with the back of her hand.

She hid behind Ito Yuujin and whispered in his ear, "Ito... is this really okay?"

"Don't worry, they're all legitimate."

He could feel the girl behind him gripping his clothes with her fingers trembling slightly.

"Actually... it doesn't matter whether I sign it or not..."

“How can this be allowed? This is our legitimate right.”

Even after hearing what Yuujin Ito said, Sakura Asada still felt it was unnecessary.

All she wants now is a beef bento box, preferably with a side of oden.

The person who opened the door was the older sister who had just been on stage, namely the lead singer of Sakata SAK—Ume Airiko.

"Is there a problem?"