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Mai Sakurajima took out her cell phone, and with a clicking sound, images of a girl dancing and singing appeared on the screen.

"Higuchi-san's main job is still an idol." The boy laughed, "We got to see Higuchi-san's side that you don't usually see. As colleagues, we are lucky."

"agree."

The song and the background music are refreshing, which reminds people of the beach in midsummer, when the sun is shining on the skin and when it is extremely hot, people jump into the sea, letting the cool sea water wash over their bodies and the sea breeze refreshes their faces.

This is perfection.

Idol groups represent perfection.

At this moment, the boy was sitting in the blue waves, watching the four girls leaping in the sea.

He confirmed his previous thoughts again. Higuchi Madoka was indeed very beautiful when she smiled.

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Chapter 9 Well, it was a pleasant chat!

Shine now.

No matter when we are.

"Shine! Shine right here and now!"

Fans vigorously waved the tokens and light sticks in their hands and cheered enthusiastically for the idol group's singing.

"Wow... they are really an amazing idol group." The boy exclaimed.

I have seen performances of the idol group Noctchill on TV programs or mobile phone videos before. I watched the youthful girls show off their singing voices and postures on the stage, and I applauded and expressed my admiration for their performances.

But when he was at the scene and directly felt the sea breeze blowing towards him, the boy still felt his heart pounding.

Maybe it's like going to a museum to see art, people always feel better when they see beautiful things. Similarly, writers feel better when they close their coding software and open Steam.

"I went to the LoveLive competition last year, and there were even more people there." A voice came from behind the boy, Yuuma Miura. He looked straight at the stage with a sincere look. It didn't seem like he was looking at those idols, but more like he was looking at something distant and longed for.

"The cheers, applause, and cheers of tens of thousands of people, the feeling of being recognized..."

"Miura-san really wants to hold a concert after all."

"Hahahaha, there's nothing I can do. After all, this was my childhood dream."

As the idols slowly left the stage, the fans sat where they were, shouting their names over and over again. Not satisfied yet, they even shouted "One more song".

"Let's go, let's go get an autograph. If we go too late we'll be squeezed by the crowds." Takeda Hiroshi has been to the scene many times and is indeed very experienced.

Leaving the venue early, a few of them walked through the fans who were still eager to see more and walked quickly towards the red carpet where their idols were signing autographs for fans.

The idol showed his signature smile on his face, signed autographs for fans, shook hands with fans, and sometimes took photos with fans. After going through the whole process, the idol gained the support of fans and the fans gained their own happiness. It was truly a win-win situation.

"Here it comes, as expected."

The girl who gave the boy the ticket sat in the first seat on the left, which was also the center of the idol group. She looked at the boy who was chatting with his friends with her cyan eyes and said softly, "Ah... that... what was it?"

"Eh? Tou-chan, what's wrong?"

"Hmm... How should I put it? That's great."

"Eh?"

Higuchi Madoka exhaled slowly, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water. She was not surprised at all to hear the irrelevant conversation between her two childhood sweethearts. After all, she was used to it.

An idol’s job is just to make people laugh, and this is what she believed when she first entered the industry.

Actors are all similar. In addition to making people laugh, they also have to make people cry, sell the character they play, and sell their facial expressions.

In the past, there were actors who were directly eliminated from auditions because their facial expressions were stiff and weird, and they looked like they were laughing when they cried. Actors like these who cannot even control their expressions freely will not be able to appear on the screen.

After tidying up her emotions and gently patting her cheeks, Higuchi Madoka sorted out her tired emotions. No, that's a misunderstanding. She should have stuffed her tired emotions behind a mask.

The next moment, she smiled, making her fans cheer.

Is it weird to wear a mask? Everyone has a mask.

Her eyes swept over the small group in front of the queue, and her eyelashes fluttered. Higuchi Yuanxiang saw many familiar faces, all of whom were actor colleagues who had filmed in the actor circle, and the young man who talked about music with Sakakibara Kaede last Christmas.

"Why are they here?"

The question sounded like a question, but her tone was calm and there was no aggression in it. It was just a simple question.

"Ah..." The girl with short dyed hair tried hard to recall, and finally shook her head gently, "I forgot..."

"Hey."

Higuchi Yuanxiang was not surprised by this answer. She nodded to the sweaty staff beside her and said, "We are all ready."

The idol group was ready, the staff opened the fence, and the fans stepped onto the carpet one by one in an orderly manner, politely and lightly, showing their magnanimity and humility.

Fans choose their idols, but idols do not have the power to choose their fans.

Having annoying fans is also a headache. Artists in the entertainment industry need to set an example and tell fans what they should and should not do. This will not only improve their reputation, but also prevent them from facing the reality of having black fans all over the world.

This is why artists need to be both talented and virtuous, and it is right for them to serve as role models and guide their fans.

Looks like Noctchill's fans are awesome.

The boy came before his idol, and as preparation, he brought a pair of brand new blue and white casual shoes.

Mai Sakurajima, who was walking behind him, was stunned and poked the boy on the back.

The boy turned around in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"You went buying shoes by yourself?" Mai Sakurajima asked in disbelief.

The boy chuckled and shook his head, "Iida-san heard that I was coming here, so he specially used the funds of STARS Office to prepare a pair of running shoes for me - he plans to display them in the display cabinet in the lounge from now on."

Mai Sakurajima, who had been watching her own child grow up step by step, felt like a deflated ball. She was no longer able to complain about the agent and the artists under them.

"These shoes are bought to be displayed, not to be worn."

The boy walked up with a smile and greeted the girl with highlighted hair who gave him the ticket.

After going through the whole process of shaking hands, taking photos and signing autographs, the boy gained a lot. He took the logo bag with the group's name printed on it from the staff nearby, put the photo in an envelope and put it in the bag.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Isn't this what you're looking for when you join an idol event?

Higuchi Madoka, who was sitting next to the girl with highlighted hair, saw the boy moving towards her and quickly put away the smile she had originally shown to her fans.

The boy came up to Higuchi Yuanka and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Higuchi-san, where is your smile?"

"Miracle magic and smiles are not free."

Higuchi Madoka said lightly, her voice was light, revealing a special relaxation. She leaned back in the chair without her idol image and stretched out her hand.

"what?"

"Handshake."

The boy couldn't help but frown, his eyebrows raised, "You just want to kill someone you know, right?!"

"Yes."

Sakakibara Kaede curled his lips. The Higuchi Madoka in front of him was the Higuchi Madoka who was taking a break from her acting. He lamented the fall of his idol in his heart and reached out his hand to shake her hand.

After signing the blue sneakers, it was time for the final photo session.

"Higuchi-san, why do I feel like you smiled much happier when we were taking photos on the set?"

The boy looked at the smile in the photo, which was like the handsome and wealthy male protagonist in a galgame. He then glanced at Higuchi Madoka, who was standing next to him with a calm expression, and couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Where's the smile?

I am a hero who wants to protect everyone’s smile, but... where is this smile?

"Mr. Sakakibara, this is just your illusion." Higuchi Madoka seemed to smile, but it was a very faint smile that could not be seen at all unless you observed it yourself.

This work attitude is simply that of a scab!

OK, it was a nice chat.

After shaking hands, signing autographs and taking photos with two other idols, the boy saw Higuchi Madoka winking at the camera together with Sakurajima Mai, and his blood surged.

Sure enough, the extras scene that day was the fuse. The boy held his chin and thought. After all, it was too difficult to act like Higuchi Madoka hugging a corpse and crying, regretting her life. It was natural for him to feel tired.

Uehara Yo and Takeda Hiroshi collected the autographs and photos with tears of gratitude, and after changing their expressions at the speed of light, they joined Sakakibara Kaede and others who were waiting outside the queue.

"Let's go eat something?" suggested Mai Sakurajima.

It was noon now. There was a food area in Fes, and Miura's sister and I had agreed to meet there. We just found a snack bar and had a quick meal.

Several of them are unknown workers who have just entered the entertainment industry. The only one who has made a name for herself among them is Mai Sakurajima. Although she may not be worth over 100 million, at least she has meat to eat and wine to drink every day.

Yuuma Miura glanced at the map and pointed to the food area. "How about some simple meals like sandwiches and hot dogs?"

"OK."

"no problem."

Everyone voted in favor, and Yuuma Miura sent a message to his sister, telling her the address.

As everyone walked forward, they could hear singing and cheering coming from other parts of the venue, and fans waved glow sticks enthusiastically. This was truly a grand event for idols.

The boy originally thought that the food and beverage prices here were very expensive, like those restaurants in tourist spots that specialize in ripping people off. What, a bottle of mineral water? Ten yuan, no bargaining!

It's not that he is short of money, but he is used to this kind of life.

Like in the movie "Brewster's Millions" or the remake "The Richest Man in Westwood", the protagonist suddenly gets a large sum of money and has to live a life that costs tens of billions every day.

The boy also had similar worries at the moment. The paychecks from the previous few months were very generous. By the way, the original owner's father stopped giving him 100,000 yuan a month for living expenses after he graduated from high school. He might have given up on him, or he had started a new family and had no obligation to support him. The boy didn't know.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

This is neither simplicity nor economy.

But there is no desire.

There is no desire to shop, no desire to spend money, and no desire to travel.

Now the only things that exist in him may be lust and appetite.

Taking his eyes away from the junior and senior students chatting at the next table, the boy and Uehara Yo stood up and bought food for the people at this table.

Hot dog, hamburger and sandwich, simple, crude but cheap.

Mai Sakurajima took off her mask, took small bites of the chicken sandwich, glanced at the boy who was biting the hot dog politely, and snorted contemptuously.

Her eyes swept over the blonde girl sitting at the next table, whose body seemed to be covered with love-colored cherry petals. Sakurajima Mai sighed and tapped the boy's calf with her foot.

The boy raised his eyes and hid the hot dog behind him, "Sakurajima-san, what do you want to do?"

Sakurajima Mai stared with her beautiful eyes. It seemed that this big pig's hoof was always on guard against her snatching food, right?

"Miura-san's sister, aren't you going to say anything?"

The boy heard Mai Sakurajima's words with a hint of meaning, and looked back to the side. Seeing Yumiko Miura with stars in her eyes, he nodded slightly, "This is admiration for a star, not love. You still don't understand, Sakurajima-san."

"Admire? Like?"