They all have hidden attributes!

A slight noise came from the restaurant, and Hanakawa Kaori followed the sound.

Pushing open the door, a sumptuous lunch was laid out on the dining table.

Chestnut and mushroom rice, salt-grilled autumn salmon, yuzu-flavored teriyaki chicken leg, pumpkin stew, cold spinach salad, and lotus root, with pear as the fruit.

"Sister Chunke, you're really good at making Japanese food now!"

Hanakawa Kaori walked up behind Shiraishi Junka. She was watching a live news broadcast on her tablet, and the screen showed Takahashi Makoto accepting the paintbrushes and palette he had been keeping in a black box.

[To commemorate this unprecedented honor, a commemorative gift was personally presented to him by a cabinet minister!]

"What is that? A stationery set?" Hanakawa Kaori expressed her dissatisfaction with the souvenir with an extremely limited vocabulary.

Shiraishi Junka stared intently at Takahashi Makoto in the painting, explaining in a soft voice, "Makoto chose the paintbrush himself, saying it would help promote the Shiraishi family business."

"Well, my brother always criticizes me, but he's actually more worried about everything than I am."

Hanakawa Kaori pulled up a chair and sat down next to Shiraishi Junka to watch the news broadcast together: "How did the opening performance go?"

"Yes, Maya tried her best."

"I see."

When it came time for the speeches, the two paused their conversation and listened attentively to Makoto Takahashi's speech and the subsequent press conference.

After he finished speaking with a gentle smile and a calm tone, the scene switched to other reporters' reports.

[From Shinjuku and Shibuya to Ginza, from Tokyo to Kyoto, from Kyushu to Hokkaido, young people spontaneously held support events across Japan today.]

"My brother is definitely the most handsome!"

Hanakawa Kaori sat in a chair, swinging her legs back and forth: "Will my brother be back at noon? I think he said he has to go to Tokyo Dome early this afternoon to prepare."

"I'll come back after the art exhibition and exchange session ends."

With Takahashi Makoto's image no longer on the tablet screen, Shiraishi Junka looked away and said softly, "Hanaori's birthday is coming soon too."

"Yes, I've already prepared my birthday outfit. I'll be celebrating my birthday here too."

Hanakawa Kaori reached for a pear, took a bite, and said as she ate, "I'm going to get my revenge, a really good revenge, hmph."

Seeing that she was upset because of what happened last night, Shiraishi Junka smiled gently: "Yes, I will tell Makoto to help you get revenge."

"What? Chun Ke-nee, you're making me feel embarrassed." Hanakawa Kaori swallowed the food in her mouth and puffed out her cheeks.

Shiraishi Junko patted her head, her wine-red eyes filled with affection.

More than an hour later, Makoto Takahashi and his group returned to their apartment in Roppongi.

After lunch, Hina Nekoya also finished her training and rushed over. Everyone went straight to Tokyo Dome to make final preparations before the performance.

Having celebrated his birthday, received the National Honor Award, and attended an art exhibition, Makoto Takahashi felt lightheaded and restless, with an unprecedented longing for the stage.

After patiently checking all the details, he was still quite excited. The stage was still being set up, so he simply ran to the backstage entrance.

It was only early evening, but the atmosphere on the streets outside was already incredibly lively. Tonight, the stadium, which can hold 50,000 people, would be packed to capacity.

As I looked at the crowd with excitement, two familiar figures walked towards me.

"Acheng, I'm back~"

Hina Nekoya waved and greeted him from afar, while Takeda, walking beside her, had his eyes shining and was clearly in high spirits.

Takahashi Makoto returned a business-like smile, exchanged a few pleasantries with Takeda, and then let her go backstage first, while he and Nekoya Hina stayed outside.

In his excitement, he brought up the idea of ​​going to Hokkaido.

"Yinna, this time when I visit your house, it can't be like last time, right?"

"That's true, but I haven't figured out what to do yet."

Hina Nekoya only decided to be honest; everything else, including the entire plan for the trip to Hokkaido, was to be decided and carried out by Makoto Takahashi.

"I mean, should we bring a gift?"

Looking up at the sky, which was gradually turning orange-red, Makoto Takahashi said calmly, "I think if we're going to be honest, we should at least give your parents some confidence, but if we go too far, it might backfire."

In his opinion, the cat house's parents were very good people, which is why he found it difficult.

If he were like the Uesugi family, Makoto Takahashi wouldn't have any psychological burden.

"That sounds a bit difficult; I need to reassure my parents—"

Nekoya Hina had a sudden inspiration and suggested, "Why don't we just buy some souvenirs and have Reiko-nee come back to Hokkaido with us?"

"Huh?" Takahashi Makoto looked completely confused.

"Because Sister Lengzi took good care of me. The year before I went to Tokyo, Sister Lengzi won the national championship. I used to often mention her when I was at home."

"so?"

"She's just like me."

Nekoya Hina's theory seems a bit strange, yet it makes some sense.

Makoto Takahashi pondered for a moment, then silently pursed his lips: "I feel like you've just easily tarnished the sport of badminton."

"What does it matter? You even received the National Honor Award." Hina Nekoya put her hand on his shoulder and smiled brightly.

As darkness fell, the two chatted idly for the last few minutes before the performance.

"Cheng-kun, it's time to get ready to go on stage."

Hearing the sweet voice calling him, Makoto Takahashi turned to look at the backstage passage. Yuki Tachimi walked over with his bass in his arms: "I've already tuned the bass. Go change into your performance outfit. Hmm~ I have something I want to talk to Hina about."

"it is good."

Makoto Takahashi walked backstage, and in front of the lift, Maya Uesugi had already changed into a gorgeous performance costume.

The bright red evening gown and black tattooed stockings exuded an astonishing aura, captivating viewers to the point of forgetting to breathe.

"Brother, look at me, look at me!"

Hanakawa Kaori jumped in front of him, her black punk outfit paired with fishnet stockings making her petite figure appear adorably contrasting.

Kashima Reiko wore asymmetrical silver earrings and fingerless gloves on the hand holding the drumsticks.

Junko Shiraishi, still dressed in a white dress, gave off a gentle and delicate impression.

The thought of forming NiceFold with the four of them and soon performing together on Japan's biggest stage filled me with joy and excitement.

After changing into their performance outfits, Tachimi Yuki and Nekoya Hina returned. Takahashi Makoto took the bass and stepped onto the stage lift under their watchful eyes.

"Are you ready?" Uesugi Maya stopped beside him and asked indifferently.

"What are you going to prepare?" Makoto Takahashi replied with a smile.

Hanakawa Kaori, Shiraishi Junka, and Kashima Reiko followed the two onto the rising platform.

The lights at Tokyo Dome suddenly went out, as if crushing the noise, and the entire venue fell silent.

In the silence and darkness, the five of them slowly rose onto the stage. The lights came on, and Takahashi Seiichi silently surveyed the audience.

No one spoke, and no one made a sound.

Until he raised his hand and said loudly, half-jokingly, "Don't blame me if the bass is too dominant tonight. Not playing the strings would be a disservice to the stage tonight."

The moment those words were spoken, the audience erupted in cheers.

The loud cheers shook the air, and Makoto Takahashi felt a heat he had never experienced before, as if a single breath could scorch his lungs.

......

After the successful conclusion of the performances at Tokyo Dome and the Minato Ward the following night, videos and photos of the performances were uploaded to the internet, where the online buzz was even greater than at the venue.

Makoto Takahashi was very happy with his 19th birthday, but because of his rising fame, he stayed at home for several days to read light novels in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The exception is when Haruna Nekoya has a match.

As March draws to a close, the results of the badminton team's selection process will soon be announced.

March 28th was Hina Nekoya's last day of competition.

After breakfast, Makoto Takahashi put on a mask and prepared to go to the gymnasium. Maya Uesugi, like a newlywed wife, escorted him to the entrance.

After putting on his shoes, Makoto Takahashi noticed that Maya Uesugi was radiating an air of hesitation. He turned around and looked at her with a questioning gaze, his expression indeed giving off a feeling of uncertainty.

Uesugi Maya took a deep breath, exhaled softly, and turned her face away to avoid his gaze: "The book was printed yesterday, and I received the sample copy this morning."

Makoto Takahashi paused for a moment, then reached out his hand to her with a deliberately wicked smile: "Yo, it's too late to regret it now."

"..." Uesugi Maya expressionlessly picked up the brown paper bag from the shelf in the entryway and handed it to him.

I'm going out.

"Be careful on the road."

Stepping out of his house and into the black sedan parked in front, Makoto Takahashi eagerly tore open the paper bag.

The book's binding is quite beautiful; such a book would attract attention no matter where it is placed in a bookstore.

On the white cover, the title of "The Guide to Kirishima" is dark green, printed in raised lettering, making it eye-catching and luxurious.

Upon opening the cover, the first page contained only one line of beautiful handwritten text.

[Dedicated to my beloved M]

Chapter 244 From Tokyo to Hokkaido

[Assessment Ended]

If the Budokan is a sacred place full of symbolic significance, then the Tokyo Dome is the throne where strength and popularity reach their peak.

[More than 50,000 tickets sold out, light sticks surged like a tsunami, air conditioning bills in one night burned through an underground band's entire year's income, and the hashtags trended online...]

[From now on, the band's resume only needs to include one line: Fastest to reach the Tokyo Dome]

[Reward: Perception +100]

[Perception 1200 points, SS+]

[Reward Obtained: Reality Distortion]

[Reality distortion: cognitive pollution, maintaining a stable reality, or shaping subjective delusions, using reality and fiction to rewrite logic and rules.]

So slow.