Tokyo: Idol Girls have absolutely no bad intentions!

After visiting the place a few times, Sen thought it was a nice spot—quiet, undisturbed, and you could even sit on the steps.

"Shall we go to the rooftop?"

"Okay," Asada responded softly, slowing down her movements.

The two arrived at the rooftop, and thankfully it was still March, so the weather was relatively cool.

If it were summer, I can't even imagine how much suffering one would have to endure eating on the rooftop.

Asada casually found a place to sit on the rooftop and opened the bento box.

"Click!" That's the sound of Ito snapping a photo of the bento box.

After being told off twice by Mori, he figured he had to take the initiative to start a conversation.

And so, a photo of a lunch made up of various ingredients arranged in the shape of a heart was successfully sent to Mori.

Chapter 108 Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

We've been set up by capital...

The chef at the Shinno family's restaurant loves him so much that he even carves the broccoli crown into a heart shape.

As soon as the photo was released, Ito realized it was bad and immediately wanted to retract it to avoid Mori misunderstanding.

A simple lunch can be explained as sharing everyday moments, but this lunch is clearly not normal. Who knows what Mori is thinking?

He withdrew quickly, but Mori's investigation was even faster.

Mori: "So you like this style, senior. Chinatsu will study hard."

Mori: "Shy Cat.JPG"

Fortunately, the misunderstanding wasn't too serious, and Ito breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his chopsticks and was about to start eating.

"Is this for Chinatsu?" Asada stabbed a cherry tomato with a fork, causing red juice to spurt out.

"Yes." Ito didn't feel there was anything wrong with saying it so directly.

As he reached for the grilled steak with his chopsticks, Asada blocked him with her fork.

"Wait a moment."

Ito looked at her in confusion, only to see her take out a pink phone from her skirt pocket and take a picture of the bento box.

"All right."

Seeing this, Ito didn't ask any more questions. Seeing exquisite food always makes me want to preserve this moment.

He used to take pictures and post them on his WeChat Moments.

"Is one photo enough?" Generally, at least four photos are needed to make a set.

"That's enough," Asada replied casually, but her tone rose slightly, clearly indicating that she was in a good mood.

A cool breeze blows by, causing the clouds to drift slowly in the sky, creating a pleasant and relaxing atmosphere.

My phone kept vibrating in my pocket right after I ate a shrimp.

Ito picked it up and saw that the message was from Mori.

Morigami: "Hisuhito!!!"

Mori: "Tell me honestly, who are you eating with right now? Just because I'm not around doesn't mean you can sneak food anywhere!"

Mori: "Have you forgotten what you promised me this morning? (Crying kitten.JPG)"

Ito glanced furtively at Asada, who was engaged in a battle of wits with the bitter melon, and typed a reply.

Ito: "Alone."

After careful judgment and meticulous calculation, he concluded that the other party was most likely bluffing him, but there was no evidence to support this claim.

Mori didn't type anything, he just sent a screenshot.

Ito clicked on the screenshot, which showed the Instagram interface, an app used to share daily life.

daily!

Sure enough, the screenshot shows Asada sharing her lunch, not only including the bento box in the picture, but also naturally incorporating the two people's hands, along with Ito's uniform.

Damn it, I got caught again.

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

I put my phone on silent mode and grabbed the last cod cake.

The scene was harmonious and quiet, with only the sounds of eating and the chirping of sparrows.

The bento box was completely devoured in no time. Asada initially said she would only eat a little bit, but Ito thought there was only a tiny bit left.

Even though each bite was small, they ate so fast.

"It seems you are still in good health," Ito said with delight.

Asada, with a piece of peach stuck in her left hand, stared blankly for a moment before blushing at the tips of her ears and turning her head to the side.

Seeing that the other person was still so innocent, Ito felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

The people around him were either like Takikawa, who only ate and never vomited, or like Mori, who had many thoughts, or like Nagano Sae, whose attitude was unpredictable.

So the incident involving that photo must have been an accident.

"Give."

Before she could finish speaking, a pinkish-white food appeared before her eyes. The heart-shaped, bouncy fruit flesh trembled precariously. Asada held up a fork and extended it to Ito.

Ito stared at the watery strips on the fork for a moment, then leaned forward and put the fruit into his mouth.

As soon as the pulp was crushed between his teeth, the sweet juice spread throughout his mouth, and when he looked up, he saw Asada's pupils suddenly widen.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"What's wrong?" Ito asked, chewing on a peach.

Asada seemed to have something to say, but couldn't bring herself to say it. She bit her lower lip, looked at Ito, and then at the fork.

"We're going to Shinnoya's house this Saturday." We've almost finished lunch, so we can talk about serious business now.

"Hmm." Asada's eyes were focused on the transparent liquid remaining on the fork.

"I need to practice hard these few days before I go to record 'Love Sound Rain Sky'."

"Ah."

Are we going to the neighbor's again tonight?

"Mm." Asada had become a machine that could only nod.

"Then remember to bring your electric guitar. Once you get there, try to keep your distance from them, or you'll catch the bad habits of those useless adults."

"Ah."

Asada didn't refuse at all, but it made Ito even more worried about her future. After she achieved success and left him, would she still be able to survive in this cesspool?

"Sigh~" Ito sighed, packed up the lunchbox, and prepared to return it to Shinno later.

With only the final step remaining—putting the cutlery back into the cutlery box—Asada remained motionless.

Ito waved his hand in front of the other person.

No response.

Reluctantly, I had no choice but to take the fork from her myself.

The moment their skin touched, Asada recoiled as if electrocuted. She looked at Ito, stammering, her voice cracking, "W-what are you going to do?"

She was still holding the fork in her hand.

That's an overreaction.

Ito pointed to the other person's right hand, and then to the cutlery box.

The clouds that had been blocking the light moved away, and the warm sunlight bathed them. Asada's ear tips turned so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

She blankly placed the fork into the cutlery box, not daring to lift her head, her gaze fixed on the ground.

She maintained the same posture until the two of them delivered the lunchbox to Shinno.

If Ito hadn't been standing in front of her, leading the way, she probably would have bumped into quite a few things.

"Is the food alright today?" Xinye seemed quite confident and spoke more than usual.

"It's alright, but..." Ito thought of the dish that was all shaped like hearts and wondered whether he should speak.

"Is your chef male or female?"

Ask about the gender first; it might be more understandable if the woman is female.

"It's a man, what's wrong?" Xinye asked, puzzled.

A man!

Ito took two steps back, placed the lunchbox on the table, and dodged Shinno's outstretched hand that was about to take the lunchbox.

"this?"

"Sorry, it's just a professional habit." He wouldn't admit it was because of the painful image that suddenly flashed through his mind. "I work at a convenience store, so..."

That's right, that's exactly it.

“Okay.” Shinno didn’t doubt it too much. He picked up the lunchbox and said, “By the way, Ito, you’re really something.”

"What do you mean?" At times like this, he didn't want to offer praise.

"To make Takikawa willingly give you his share," Shinno said to himself, completely unaware of Asada's shaking of his head.

"Isn't it because she's a picky eater?"

"Picky eater?" Shinno turned around with a strange expression, then saw Asada standing behind Ito, winking at him. "Yes! He's a picky eater."

Asada breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost given himself away.

"wrong!"