My daily life is getting weird because I am caught between being in a band and being an idol.

"It's possible, but why do I feel like a celebrity when I'm in a taxi..."

Chaoyang took out a notebook from his pocket and scribbled something down.

This is also a professional habit he developed after becoming a producer.

After everyone boarded the bus, Chaoyang returned to the venue. Inside, the atmosphere was still bustling with activity.

In front of the stage, the lighting adjustments were nearing completion. Xiangzi stood in the center of the stage, overlooking the entire empty space.

The last task for today is to arrange the chairs in the audience seating area.

As the stage lights gradually dimmed, only the faint light from the safety lights illuminated the empty space and the dozen or so staff members who were still busy at work.

As Chaoyang walked back into the arena, he heard Xiangzi's slightly tired but still calm voice as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

"...You should go and rest too. I'll take care of the rest. The setup should be finished before midnight."

Xiangzi stood in the center of the stage, holding a tablet computer and a floor plan of the venue, his eyes fixed intently on the audience seats that were not yet fully set up, without turning his head to look at Chaoyang.

Chaoyang strode onto the stage and snatched the tablet and floor plan directly from Xiangzi's hands.

"You'll be in charge of the stage tomorrow, so let me take over for now. Don't try to be a hero."

Xiangzi frowned slightly, looked up at him, clearly displeased by his sudden action. She was about to offer an excuse when Chaoyang interrupted her.

He jokingly reached out to put his arm around Xiangzi's waist.

Or do you actually want to sleep with me?

"Snapped!"

Without hesitation, Xiangzi slapped away Chaoyang's outstretched hand with one hand.

"Do not touch me."

She raised her eyes, her gaze icy.

Chaoyang withdrew his hand and raised both hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Hey, don't be so cold, it was just a joke."

"Good night."

Xiangzi casually uttered a sentence, then turned and walked towards the exit, showing no intention of saying anything more to him.

Chaoyang watched her departing figure and shook his head.

Am I being too arrogant?

He turned around, picked up his tablet, and began directing the remaining setup work.

Pick up the walkie-talkie and issue instructions to the staff standing in various parts of the venue.

"The chairs are ready to be moved. Arrange them according to the area markings and numbers, starting from the front row and moving towards the back. Everyone, confirm your positions before securing the chairs. Do not deviate from the markings. The chair spacing between C-12 and C-18 needs adjustment. The passageway between B-15 and B-20 seems a bit off; let's remeasure the center line..."

Chaoyang kept busy, and by the time he returned to his booked hotel, it was already past midnight.

. .

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz"

The phone on the bedside table had been vibrating incessantly for who knows how long.

"...Ugh...It's so noisy...Quiet down..."

Still immersed in sleep, Chaoyang mumbled a complaint in a daze.

He just ignored it and continued to sleep.

Inside the venue.

"That idiot..."

Xiangzi glanced at his watch; it was almost noon.

"...Ms. Toyokawa... um..."

An employee nearby gestured to the staff from the venue that they had arrived.

"There's no other way. I'll talk to the person in charge of the venue."

"Yes, Miss Toyokawa,"

In the blink of an eye, Xiangzi arrived at the entrance of the venue.

Xiangzi expertly handed over his business card, speaking with a smile and a gentle tone.

"Hello, I am Toyokawa Shoko, and I am the temporary person in charge of the project's operation. The actual person in charge is unable to come to the site due to unforeseen circumstances, so I will be in charge temporarily. Thank you very much for providing the venue. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact our staff at any time."

The person in charge, who had just conducted a routine inspection, nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then, after saying something about being careful to avoid stampedes, left the venue with his large pregnant belly.

"...Next, we'll prepare the merchandise area..."

Setting up the merchandise area is one of the important tasks today.

Xiangzi, holding the site plan, inspected the site with several staff members in charge of the exhibition setup.

"This is the VIP merchandise area; please keep the aisles as wide as possible. Regular merchandise will be placed near the entrance to attract more customers."

. .

"Mmm~~ So comfortable~~"

With a groan, Chaoyang finally woke up.

"..."

Subconsciously, I carefully lifted my blanket.

So there really wasn't one...

Waking up in unfamiliar surroundings, Chaoyang couldn't help but hope that someone would sneak into his room in the middle of the night and assault him, then lick him in the morning... Waking up felt like a scene from a hentai novel.

However, putting aside whether anyone actually intended to raid him at night, it's unlikely that a typical young girl could break into a hotel room.

"...Oh no... What time is it...?"

While I was still daydreaming about the sunrise, I immediately realized something was wrong when I saw the angle of the sunlight shining through the window. I quickly checked my phone and it was already afternoon.

"Well... with Xiangzi around, there shouldn't be any major problems, otherwise he would have come directly to me..."

Chaoyang had seen the missed calls, but there were only three. It seemed that he had given up after trying to contact them three times without success.

After regaining his composure, Chaoyang didn't rush to the venue. Instead, he took a shower and freshened up. After all, it was a business occasion, and it wouldn't do for the boss to look too sloppy in other people's eyes.

Ten minutes later, Chaoyang had finished washing up and changed into a well-fitting dark gray suit. He stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his tie, patted his face to perk himself up, and then dialed Xiangzi's number.

"Hey, Xiangzi, it's me."

A familiar, cold voice came from the other end of the phone: "...Please tidy yourself up before you come over. We need you to greet the staff again so they don't think we're rude."

Before Chaoyang could respond, the other party had already hung up the phone.

He sighed helplessly and stuffed his phone into his pocket.

Okay, my bad.

He quickly left the hotel, hailed a taxi on the roadside, and headed straight for the venue.

. .

"Wow, that's amazing... there's already a long line!"

After getting off the bus, Chaoyang found that the entrance to the building was already packed with people.

So, a thousand people can give you this much of a feeling?

"Producer!"

At this moment, Chaoyang's employees ran over.

Within the agency, depending on individual preferences, some people like to call him President Asahi, while others call him Producer. Asahi is also quite easygoing and doesn't particularly insist on a uniform form of address.

"Sorry I'm late. Did anything go wrong?"

"No, Ms. Toyokawa has already taken care of everything... Hmm... There are some important things that the producer needs to handle!"

The employee originally wanted to say that Xiangzi had handled it well, but halfway through the sentence he realized that saying so would make Chaoyang seem superfluous, since he was the boss after all.

So they immediately changed their tune.

"Idiot, you'd be better off not changing your way of speaking."

Chaoyang laughed and cursed.

"It's still early before it starts, and there's already this many spectators here?"

"Ah... Our merchandise is set up outside, and the customers are probably waiting for the stalls to open. We've prepared a ton of glow sticks, and various idol-themed towels and T-shirts. It looks like the company is going to make a fortune this time~~ all thanks to the producer!~~"

"It's too late to make amends now. I've already remembered you."

“Hmm…”

"Just kidding. I don't even remember your name. Just lead the way."

"Producer! This is even more outrageous!!!"

Chaoyang and his employees joked as they entered the elevator, and he pressed the button for the 9th floor on the control panel.

As the elevator rapidly ascended, Chaoyang casually asked questions.

Have all the idols arrived yet?

"Yes, including the rock band you invited, producer. They're already preparing in the music room on the 10th floor. If you rent this venue, you'll also have access to four music rooms on the 10th floor, so everyone can enjoy their own space without disturbing each other."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's what the venue manager told us... After all, it's close to 300 million a day."

"Stop talking, you're making me feel bad."

"Ding"

The elevator had already reached the ninth floor as soon as the words were spoken.

Stepping out of the elevator, I saw that the vendors' stalls outside the venue were already set up.

"..."

As Chaoyang approached the merchandise area, his gaze swept over the rows of goods, finally stopping in front of a familiar support T-shirt. He reached out and picked up the white T-shirt with Fujita Kotone's image printed on it, then turned to the stall staff and said...

"I want this one, how much?"

"President, you can just take it if you want."

"No, this is a product, it's for sale. Besides, I have to support my idol, right?"

Chaoyang said in a serious tone, while taking out his wallet.

"Well... thank you for your patronage of 3 yuan."

The sales staff said with some trepidation.

Chaoyang's hand suddenly stopped.

"...Huh? Are we that bad? The quality seems about the same as Uniqlo, and Uniqlo only costs a little over 1 yuan, right?"

"Producer, everyone's paying this price..."

"Ok."

In the end, Chaoyang bought it and had it placed in the organizer's room.

The meeting room door was pushed open, and a spacious room came into view. As soon as Chaoyang stepped inside, he heard a harsh reprimand.

"too slow!"

Xiangzi's voice rang out coldly, tinged with dissatisfaction.

The employee following behind Chaoyang quickly and tactfully stopped and gently closed the door, leaving Chaoyang standing alone facing the door.

Chaoyang smiled helplessly and scratched his head.

"Sorry, it was too late yesterday, so I was a little... well, an accident when I woke up this morning."

Xiangzi walked up to him with a folder in his hand, his tone still indifferent but with a hint of mockery.

"How about we just sleep until we die?"