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

"...They're all strange people..."

Leaning against the rising sun, using it as a chair, S Zeguang smiled and whispered this sentence.

"I'm not qualified to say that."

That said, Szehiro is quite good in this respect... He doesn't get angry even when he gives Kotone special treatment right in front of her.

"Speaking of which, my next plan is to organize and limit your fans a bit, so that your fan creations don't get weirder and weirder."

"Thank you... producer, you worked very hard."

S Zeguang leaned on Chaoyang's shoulder with his eyes closed, his voice carrying a faint sense of satisfaction. He even reached out and patted Chaoyang's head, as if praising a well-behaved child.

Chaoyang paused for a moment, but didn't pay much attention. He just smiled casually and said in a relaxed tone.

"Well, it's alright. Thanks to you being so obedient, you've saved me a lot of trouble."

However, this scene made Qin Yin feel inexplicably unhappy. She pouted and was about to do something when she suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her.

"I saw your grades; they've slipped recently."

Qin Yin was startled and turned around, only to see Xing Nan already standing behind her, with a chillingly eager expression on his face.

"Do you need me to tutor you? How about we do it one-on-one in the room?"

Xingnan deliberately drew out her tone, which, combined with her "sincere" smile, made the sentence sound meaningful.

The next second, Qin Yin was so frightened that she jumped up and stood on the chair. Then she nimbly jumped over the table in front of her, landed steadily, and ran away at the speed of a hundred-meter sprint, without even having time to say a word of rebuttal.

Hoshino watched Kotone's retreating figure and shook her head helplessly. "Oh dear, how could Kotone run away like that? That's not befitting of an idol."

"You, the top idol who climbed in through the window, have no right to say that..."

Chaoyang made a sarcastic remark without holding back, then turned to look at Xingnan, as if he had thought of something.

Speaking of which, I wonder if Nina is even studying properly... Since that's the case, why not have Hoshinan teach her? Although we could ask Hiro, she's too weak, and Nina might not listen. Hoshinan's words are strangely convincing, as long as it's not about Kotone.

"Hmm? Reviewing? You can help Qinyin review, but you can also help the other kids while you're at it. There's one kid who's about to take the college entrance exam. As for me, my high school knowledge has long since deteriorated, I really can't teach anyone."

"Huh!? Okay!"

Xingnan instantly became excited, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I'll do anything to guide you in playing the piano!"

"It's just tutoring!"

Chaoyang quickly reminded her, his face full of helplessness, "If you keep acting like this, Qinyin will always be afraid of you. Please, act normal, okay?"

Chapter 170 I used your bathwater! (S Zeguang)

"Hiroshi, you've been resting for so long, is it possible you haven't recovered yet?"

As night fell, the campus of Chuxing Academy was bathed in soft light, quiet and peaceful.

The air was filled with the scent of early summer grass and trees, and the occasional chirping of cicadas drifted from afar, emphasizing the tranquility of the night. Every now and then, the students passing by would give the rising sun and Sze Hiroshi on her back strange looks.

"Wow, that's really bold."

"So close to her producer right here at school!"

The aspiring idols joked and gossiped. Some had gotten used to this scene, since recently, after meals, Chaoyang would usually carry Szeguang home.

"Xiao Guang won't do, he's always bothering the producer."

Chaoyang could only smile awkwardly at the passersby.

After the surroundings quieted down, S Zeguang pressed his cheek against Chaoyang's back and said.

"Hmm... I can't answer that. Compared to this producer, I failed my cooking practice class and need to retake it. Could you teach me?"

"Hmm? You should have said something sooner... Speaking of which, why didn't you just ask D-Chi directly instead of me? She usually cooks your meals."

"...Because I want to be alone with the producer...is that not allowed?"

"I doubt many men would say no. I'm very happy about it..."

To be precise, I was very excited.

Chaoyang coughed lightly a few times to ease his shyness before continuing.

"Then I won't go to the office tomorrow morning, I'll stay and cook with you."

"...The makeup exam is tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Chaoyang stopped in his tracks.

"You're only telling me now?! The school's cooking classroom is already closed at this time?! By the way, did you fail the makeup exam...?"

"You'll have to repeat a year..."

"As expected? You seem unhurried."

After all, she had already graduated from university, so it didn't really matter whether she repeated a year or not.

"Well... there's no use in rushing... besides, the producer won't abandon me... hehe."

S Zeguang still spoke slowly, and Chaoyang stopped caring about these meaningless things and started thinking of a solution.

Hmm, the communal kitchen in the dorm is usually closed at this time. Take her home? ... No way, Renna is probably still staying at my place, and it'll be troublesome if she finds out. That girl is very serious. She'll probably think I'm abducting a girl for her own enjoyment... Oh well, I'm forced into this, I don't have any weird ideas~~

"Um... Hiro, it's too late to use it at school right now, and going home would be a hassle. How about... we go to a short-term rental apartment?"

He spoke with an air of righteous indignation, as if making a perfectly reasonable suggestion: "There's not only a kitchen there, but also pots and pans all ready. We can just stop by Don Quixote to buy some ingredients and get started right away."

S Zeguang was silent for a few seconds, then answered softly.

"...Okay."

"Okay, then it's decided!"

Chaoyang, carrying S Zeguang on his back, quickened his pace towards the school gate. With one hand supporting her, he used his other to quickly search for nearby short-term rental apartments on his phone and made a reservation. Just as he expected, each room was equipped with a fully equipped kitchen. After making the reservation, he hailed a taxi and took S Zeguang straight to the nearest Don Quixote.

The streets were brightly lit at night, and neon lights flashed in front of Don Quixote as people came and went, creating a lively atmosphere that was completely different from the quiet campus just moments before.

"By the way, did your teacher say what dishes to make?"

It's probably something like curry.

"Meat buns."

"Huh? What?"

"Meat buns."

S Zeguang repeated it again.

"Really...? You're not lying to me, are you...?"

"real."

"No, no, no, that's impossible. How long does it take to knead and proof dough?! The dough wouldn't even be ready by the end of the class."

Chaoyang immediately expressed his doubts, saying that it was already quite outrageous.

"...The teacher has prepared the dough, and all we need to do is prepare the filling, wrap it up, and steam it...The teacher is a bit eccentric; he said that stir-fried vegetables and curry rice are too ordinary, and since he's an idol, he should challenge himself to cook things he doesn't usually do."

After listening, Chaoyang sighed and shook his head helplessly. There was no way around it; it seemed he would not only have to prepare the filling today, but also probably help knead the dough.

Just as he was pondering what materials to buy next, Szehiro suddenly spoke up: "Producer... can we hold hands?"

"Hmm? That's possible... There are indeed quite a lot of people, it's easy to get lost."

Without much thought, Chaoyang handed the shopping cart to one hand to push, and reached out with the other hand to hold S Zeguang's hand.

"...Yeast, high-gluten flour, soy sauce, scallions, minced meat..."

As Chaoyang muttered to himself the ingredients he remembered for making steamed buns, he wandered between the shelves. When he was halfway through buying them, he suddenly realized that Japanese tastes differed from those in China, so he opened his phone and searched for a recipe that was more suitable for local tastes, and casually changed a few ingredients.

S Zeguang followed quietly beside him until the sun stopped, at which point she whispered, "Hehe... It feels like a married couple going out to buy ingredients for dinner."

"Uh-huh......"

Chaoyang stared at his phone and gave a perfunctory reply, clearly not taking her words to heart.

S Zeguang continued softly.

"Speaking of which, when is the producer going to visit Dad and propose?"

"Next time when I have time..."

He responded habitually, then suddenly came to his senses and said, "Huh?"

Chaoyang immediately stopped the shopping cart and gently rubbed her head a few times with one hand.

"Don't say such nonsense while I'm distracted. Besides, I've already met your parents. I even paid them a visit after I signed the contract with you."

S Zeguang nodded and continued.

“I know. Dad said the producer will tell him about my recent situation. He is very unhappy, saying that he can’t accept that another man knows his daughter better than he does, and he wants to meet you at the octagon.”

Chaoyang casually joked, but his tone still carried a hint of helplessness.

"Then tell him it's best to give up. I don't want you to lose your father, Guang."

S Zeguang tilted his head and chuckled softly.

"The producer seems quite confident."

"If there were a producer fighting competition, I reckon I could win first place."

Chaoyang smiled and put his phone back in his pocket. He pushed the shopping cart forward again, while S Zeguang gently held his hand, a barely perceptible smile on his lips.

. .

"Click."

The door to a room in a short-term rental apartment opened, and Chaoyang, carrying a shopping bag in one hand, fumbled for the light switch next to the door frame with the other.

"...This is my first time in a place like this."

S Zeguang muttered softly behind him.

"Snapped."

The lights came on, and the soft light instantly dispelled the darkness in the room. S Zeguang followed him in, his gaze sweeping around the room. The room's decor was very simple, lacking the deliberate embellishments of a hotel; in fact, it could be described as extremely austere. However, compared to Chaoyang's own small apartment, this place was slightly more spacious.

So it won't be crowded for two people, one big and one small.

"It's as hot as a sauna."

While complaining, Chaoyang strode towards the air conditioner in the room and pressed the switch button forcefully. With a humming sound, a cool breeze began to blow out. Chaoyang and S Zeguang sat down for a while. Chaoyang took out two bottles of chilled drinks from a plastic bag, handed one to S Zeguang, and held the other to his forehead to cool down. He only spoke after he felt his body temperature drop.

"Do you want to take a shower? I'm covered in sweat. I'll go in and take a shower first. I just bought some disposable underwear at Don Quijote."

S Zeguang nodded: "Hmm... I want to wash too."

"Then you can shower first. The shower gel and shampoo are here, but you'll have to wait for the conditioner and the like today."

After Chaoyang finished speaking, he handed the items to S Zeguang, who silently took them and walked into the bathroom, which was two steps away from the entrance.

Chaoyang also got up. There wasn't much time left in the night, and he didn't plan to stay up late. While S Zeguang was showering, he first prepared the dough. The skills he'd learned during his time studying abroad came in handy. As he kneaded the dough, the room gradually cooled down. After kneading, he put the dough in a bowl, covered it with plastic wrap, and waited for it to ferment.

"Ugh! You idiot..."

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and S Zeguang walked out. She still acted as if she didn't consider Chaoyang an outsider at all, only covering herself with a small bath towel, which she didn't even bother to wrap properly.

"You haven't dried yourself off, and your hair is still wet. Even in an air-conditioned room in the summer, you can still catch a cold like this! Honestly!"

Chaoyang quickly got up, ignoring her exhaustion, and pulled S Zeguang back into the bathroom. He picked up a towel and handed it to her, saying, "Roll this up properly, I'll dry your hair!"

S Zeguang obediently sat down, while Chaoyang stood behind her, carefully drying her hair with a hairdryer. He was gentle, afraid of hurting her. S Zeguang's hair was soft and smooth, exuding a faint scent of shampoo, which made Chaoyang's thoughts drift away.

Damn it, is this guy doing this on purpose?

He tried hard to control his wicked thoughts, but his lower body gradually became aroused. Fortunately, he was standing behind her and went unnoticed.

After finally drying S Zeguang's hair, Chaoyang hurriedly urged him on.

"Hurry up and get dressed, I'm going out now!"

After saying that, he practically ran out of the bathroom.

If they dare to do this again, I won't be able to bear it.

He adjusted his breathing while silently cursing to himself.

After a long while, S Zeguang finally emerged, fully dressed. She stood before Chaoyang, looking at him with a half-smile, and said, "Producer... cold, inept, and unapproachable..."