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

Another employee handed Chaoyang a water cup and said something.

"President, is it really worth going to all this trouble for Miss Hikawa?"

"Well, let's just consider it as being a teacher. Hina is easily resented. If we don't remind her to be careful, she'll suffer a lot when she enters society without thinking. So it's worth our effort."

. .

Glacier Home.

"Hina! Don't just show up in my room without a word!"

Hikawa Saya, who was studying in her room, was startled when her younger sister Hina suddenly opened the door to visit.

He immediately rebuked her angrily.

But Japanese cuisine remains as clueless as ever.

He started with just one sentence.

"I love my older sister the most!"

Saya's face visibly flushed.

"You... Huh? What nonsense are you spouting all of this when you suddenly come in! Honestly! Coming back so late at night and still spreading rumors. You have class tomorrow, go to sleep! I'm going to sleep too!"

After saying that, he pushed the Japanese dish out of the room.

Hina, who was standing outside the door, watched as the door closed. Her excitement at seeing her sister subsided, and she couldn't help but compare her feelings to those of Asahi earlier.

"Hmm... It feels different from what my sister says... Uh... Why do I feel a bit lonely..."

Then he knocked on his sister's door.

"Sister, let's sleep together tonight!"

"()roll!"

Chapter 156 Joyful Times with Beauties on Both Sides~~

I'm back......"

A faint, weary voice came from the entrance hall.

"Is Chisato back? Why are you back earlier than usual today?... Oh, right, your agency just delivered the gifts and letters your fans sent. Have you had dinner yet? If not, Mom can..."

However, before she could finish speaking, Qian Sheng didn't respond, as if she hadn't heard her, and walked straight to her room with her head down. The door clicked shut, cutting off the sounds from outside.

"..."

Qian Sheng's mother stood there, stunned for a moment, a hint of worry flashing across her face. She glanced at the closed door, finally sighed softly, and returned to the kitchen to continue her housework.

Inside the room, Qian Sheng slumped at her desk, staring listlessly at the surface. The room wasn't messy; in fact, it was as tidy and orderly as ever, but her mind was in turmoil.

She slowly placed her hands on her knees, clenching them slightly, as a mix of emotions welled up inside her: anger, anxiety, unease, and an indescribable sense of crisis.

Hina's unintentional words and actions almost made her unable to suppress all the anger in her heart. However, behind this anger, there was actually more of her own panic.

She recalled how Chaoyang had casually remarked, "You're so cute," and easily extended an invitation to the girl he had just met. That scene pierced her heart like a needle, causing pain and making her realize...

I may be replaceable.

Within the agency, she herself felt the pressure from Hanami D-ki and Fujita Kotone, especially Kotone, a junior with talent and strength, whose favoritism towards Asahi was clearly greater than her own.

She had never been so acutely aware of the fragility of her career.

Today, Toyokawa Shoko even called Chisato.

. .

"There's a film offer, and they specifically requested that you, Ms. Bailu, play the second female lead. However, considering your physical condition and energy, that would require you to temporarily miss PasPale group activities. Please make your decision within the next two days."

"Um... Miss Toyokawa... what do you think I... should do?"

However, Xiangzi's reply was like a merciless knife, piercing her soft spot.

"I'm just informing you about the work. If you want my opinion, from the company's perspective, I recommend you prioritize individual work, since the other members' popularity is limited. To be honest, PasPale might be limiting your development right now. Judging from the recent merchandise sales, you're no longer number one."

. .

This heavy reality made Qian Sheng feel an unprecedented sense of crisis. She understood that perhaps choosing to work in film as a solo artist would bring a new breakthrough to her career, but...

What to do about PasPale?

She couldn't bear to part with it.

It was precisely because of this inner conflict and resentment that Hina's actions yesterday made her so angry.

In Chisato's eyes, Hina's "indifference" was simply trampling on the efforts of the other members and the achievements they had worked so hard to get to where they were today.

Qian Sheng gently closed her eyes, her mind filled with memories of PasPale's journey since its inception. The hardships they had endured, their hard work, everyone's smiles, and those shining moments on stage.

But then he thought of the many child stars in the entertainment industry he had been in for many years who had faded into obscurity after growing up, and how his career had finally taken off after a period of silence, only to be challenged by a strong newcomer in the company.

"..."

The phone suddenly vibrated.

The sudden noise pulled Qian Sheng back to reality from her reverie. She instinctively reached for her phone, and a new text message popped up on the screen.

The Japanese food issue has been resolved. See you tomorrow.

Looking at the few words in the text message, her emotions did not lighten as she had expected; instead, they became even more complicated.

. .

the other side.

Inside the cafeteria of Chuxing Academy.

I just sent a text message to Chaoyang.

Right now, I'm sitting with Kotone, D-Season, Yume, and S-Hiroshi.

"...I can't believe it, the store manager has suddenly moved into the dormitory."

As Qin Yin spoke, she scooped a large spoonful of the jelly-like, sticky food from her plate and put it in her mouth.

However, after chewing a few times, her brows furrowed instantly, and a clear look of disappointment appeared on her face.

"...While I'm happy to get free food...but...ah...sometimes I also crave something solid..."

He looked visibly worried after eating it.

At this moment, D, who was sitting next to Qin Yin, heard Qin Yin muttering to herself and immediately spoke up.

"Seriously, Kotone, you're such a picky eater... Yume has been eating this for five years without saying a word, right Yume? Producer, why don't you try some too?"

As he spoke, D-Ji smiled, blinked, and looked at Chaoyang sitting opposite him, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"Ah? No need..."

Before Chaoyang could finish speaking, he saw D Ji scoop a spoonful of the thick, jelly-like substance from her plate and hold it out to Chaoyang.

"Ah~ Open your mouth, producer!"

D-Ji stretched out his hand with a broad smile, the spoon swaying slightly in the air, radiating a strange pressure.

However, at that very moment, Chaoyang suddenly felt two chilling killing intents coming from both sides.

One of them was Fujita Kotone, who was poking at her plate with a spoon, her gaze so sharp it seemed she could melt the spoon.

Another source of menacing aura came from Tsukimura Tetsuya, who sat alone at another table, poking at his food with a fork.

Chaoyang immediately felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, and quickly waved his hands, refusing with a serious expression.

"Forget it, using a spoon will only cause misunderstandings for teenage boys."

"Really? I don't really care... By the way, producer, you're not a teenager anymore, are you...?"

Chaoyang didn't want to dwell on this issue too much and bring up the problem that Qinyin had just complained about.

"Compared to this, I think it's definitely better to change the way food is prepared occasionally. Even if it tastes good, eating this kind of mushy food for a long time can reduce the pleasure of eating, affecting appetite and overall quality of life. The process of chewing food itself can help release stress. After all, our East Asian food culture is still different from that of India."

After listening to what D had said, she felt that it made some sense, so she asked her younger sister sitting next to her.

"Hey, Yuya, what do you think?"

"I love everything that Ohne-chan makes!"

"Hmm... well, let's try changing up the preparation method occasionally..."

Just then, S Zeguang leaned on Chaoyang's shoulder.

"Oh dear? What's wrong, Xiao Guang?"

Chaoyang thought S Zeguang was just being coquettish, so she gently asked him about it.

"..."

"Ah... no... why are you sweating so much?"

At this moment, Yuya said with an apologetic expression, as if she had done something wrong.

"Um...yes, I'm sorry, I gave Xiao Guang a massage in the practice room just now."

Chaoyang shuddered at the thought of Youya exerting her strength on Szeguang's fragile body.

"...Huh? How come Xiao Guang is still alive after you gave him a massage?"

"That's so mean! Producer, I was being very gentle!"

"No, it's nothing... Actually, it's quite effective... I can't feel any pain in the soles of my feet when I walk."

That's probably because the pain in other areas is overshadowing the pain in my foot.

Chaoyang couldn't help but internally complain.

S Zeguang continued talking.

"...Please continue to massage me in the future..."

"Huh? Doesn't it hurt a lot?"

Yuya said in surprise.

"Yes, so... please give me a massage."

S Zeguang suddenly replied with a gleam in his eyes.

“Really…”

Just as the atmosphere around them was heating up, Chaoyang Music sensed a faint resentment emanating from the surroundings and couldn't help but turn around to look at Chaoyue Village.

Sure enough, Shou Lun sat alone at another table, his chopsticks constantly poking at the food in his lunchbox, his eyes glaring at Chaoyang and the others, his lips slightly pursed, looking extremely unwilling.

She clearly didn't want to talk to me, but she would occasionally steal glances at me out of the corner of her eye, as if she was struggling with something.

Chaoyang sighed inwardly.

This guy's throwing a tantrum again.

He knew that although she secretly wanted to fit in, she always pretended to be "I don't care" because of her pride.

Then, Chaoyang smiled gently, raised his hand and waved to her, softly calling out:

"Come over here, we're all colleagues, let's talk more, we'll definitely have opportunities to work together in the future."

"Hmph, no way, I like sitting here alone."

Huh? What am I doing? This is a rare invitation.

Chaoyang sighed helplessly, holding the phone in his right hand and operating it skillfully.

A few seconds later, the phone in the corner lit up with a "ding".

She frowned, picked up her phone, and opened the message. The screen displayed:

If you don't behave, I'll add your least favorite foods—carrots and mushrooms—to your meals from now on! (laughs)

"you!"

Her hands were trembling, her cheeks flushed slightly, and her small mouth opened slightly in anger. She looked up and saw Chaoyang smiling as he made a "victory" gesture with his phone, a hint of triumph in his eyes.

"...Seriously!"

With a bulging hand, he put his phone back on the table. Although he looked reluctant, he slowly stood up, picked up his lunchbox, and walked towards Chaoyang and the others' table.