I became a girl group idol for my sister.

Seeing Miyamoto Sei's departing figure, Iwagami Kenta quickly called out.

"I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

He made up an excuse and walked out the back door, disappearing from sight in no time.

"Strange, he left on the very first day. Did he run into some kind of problem?" Kenta Iwagami muttered to himself.

Kojiro whispered, "Maybe something happened at home. I remember that he only has his older sister and younger sister living with him."

"Okay, it's not really appropriate to ask, since the teacher won't call roll anyway." Kenta Iwagami didn't seem to care too much. He took out his magazine, looked at the cute girl in the picture, and practically pressed himself against her: "Ah, I really want to go on a date with Hikari-chan!"

"Are you dreaming of eating P?!"

"Yeah, you're dreaming!"

……

Pushing open the door to the dance studio, you'll find a group of people training inside.

"Ah, Nana-chan is here!"

"Aren't you supposed to go to school? Classes aren't over yet, are they?"

The people inside looked surprised when they saw Miyamoto Sei suddenly appear.

It wasn't just Miyamoto Sei; several other people went to school, so there weren't many people actually practicing in the dance studio.

Yurina Shimada is here, but Miyu Nagasu is not.

“I left early. Instead of taking classes there, I’d rather practice here.” Miyamoto said, putting his bag aside. “I’m going to change my clothes first.”

The group blinked as they watched Miyamoto leave with the clothes in his hand.

"That's strange. They're all girls, is she really that afraid of being seen?" Shimada Yurina stroked her chin. "Is she so insecure because she's flat-chested and doesn't want to be seen?"

"Miyamoto Nana's secret is that she doesn't want to show her body to other girls. It feels like it could become an urban legend!"

"Yes, if I were a fan, I would definitely be very interested in this kind of news."

Miyamoto changed her clothes and returned to the dance studio, where she began training. Today was the last day of training, and tomorrow was the performance. Whether she could pave the way for the future depended heavily on tomorrow's crucial step!

You absolutely must give it your all!

As time went by, their physical strength was gradually depleted, and they felt so tired that they wanted to lie down, but no one gave up.

Instead, they were discussing where the problem was, what precautions to take, and how to improve.

Finally, the atmosphere was broken by someone coming in.

"Dinner's ready, aren't you going to eat?"

Subaru Hasegawa shouted at the crowd.

"The kitchen made beef curry today. Don't cry if it's sold out if you go too late."

As a result, everyone's eyes lit up.

After such strenuous and prolonged exercise, everyone's stomachs were practically glued together with hunger.

……

Lunchtime at Sakurami Academy.

At the Sakurami Academy, an all-girls school, there are girls everywhere, but no men in sight, not even the physical education teachers.

Yongan Meixi didn't rush to eat, but went to the deserted rooftop alone.

She placed the bento box aside, put her phone a short distance away, and then put on her headset.

The screen was playing a dance routine she had been practicing recently. As she listened to the music coming through her earpiece, she started swaying her body along.

I'm not as talented as everyone else, and I'm a bit clumsy, so I can't relax. Even at school, I have to practice hard, whether it's during breaks or mealtimes.

Miyu Eian dances out the dance that is almost etched into her bones, repeating it over and over again, wandering in the world of music.

Time passed by, and she finally stopped what she was doing just before the lunch break was about to end. She picked up her lunchbox and quickly started eating.

The strenuous exercise made it difficult to swallow food, but she chewed it thoroughly and then swallowed it all.

When it became difficult to finish the food, water was used to continuously push the food down.

We can't let skipping meals affect our afternoon training.

And right now, everyone's probably practicing at the theater...

After finishing her last bite of food, Miyu Nagayasu tidied herself up and headed towards the classroom.

"Miyu-chan, where have you been? I've been looking for you for ages!"

The girl with the bob haircut ran up and greeted Yongan Miyu with a smile.

"Want to go to the pastry shop together after class this afternoon? I heard there's a new place that has really good pastries!"

"No, I have something to do this afternoon, sorry." She smiled and declined the offer. Perhaps because of the month of training, she felt that she was now a little more confident and spoke to others more naturally.

"Oh, that's a pity. Let's go together sometime!" the girl with the bob haircut continued to invite.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had time lately. I have a lot of things to take care of."

"Alright, since you've put it that way, it seems I'll have to find someone else."

Looking at the pouting girl, Miyu Nagayasu could only say apologetically, "I'm sorry, Chiharu."

"It's alright, it's alright, there will definitely be other people going." The girl called Chiharu shook her head and turned to run towards another person.

Class begins, get out of class ends.

I took my phone to the restroom, thinking I'd take care of this quickly and then leave, when I heard a noise coming from outside.

"That Yong'an guy really doesn't give her any face. If she hadn't looked so pitiful, who would have invited her?"

"That's right, and the way they're dressed is so unfashionable. Do they think that just because it's an all-girls school, they don't need to care about their appearance?"

"She definitely doesn't understand anything about social skills; all she's good-looking is that she's cute."

"Before the holiday, I remember she would leave school right after class every day and didn't participate in any clubs. Today was the same. She said she had a lot of things to take care of. Could she be being kept by someone outside?"

"Huh? Being kept by someone? I've heard that such people do exist!"

"Some kind of perverted middle-aged man interested in high school students... just thinking about that face, it seems possible!"

Her grip on the phone tightened, and Miyu felt her breath catch in her throat. She never imagined that someone would talk about her like this behind her back.

They were laughing, but it made her feel trembling all over, and a chill came from all around, making her hug herself tightly.

Why am I being told this just because I can't go with someone else?

She gripped the doorknob, wanting to push the door open and yell at them, or simply push the door open and leave, but she found that her hands seemed to have lost their strength and she couldn't push the door open at all.

The door, which could be opened with a gentle push, seemed like a giant mountain at this moment, impossible to move.

Hearing the people outside leave, she finally regained some strength and slowly pushed open the door.

The classroom was bathed in sunlight, but looking at the people chatting and laughing, I inexplicably felt a sense of darkness and coldness.

The people who were talking about me just now even smiled at me.

I can't concentrate on the lessons at all.

My mind was filled with these people's words, constantly replaying in my thoughts and putting constant pressure on my nerves.

The pain was so intense that even breathing felt painful.

We can't stay here; we have to leave!

With that thought popping into her head, she grabbed her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom without a word.

Her classmate just looked at her curiously, then continued talking.

As I walked, I started running, as if I was trying to vent something. I ran all the way to the tram stop and caught the tram that was about to leave.

At least in another place, there is a group of companions working hard alongside me.

At least there are people there who truly care about you!

Even when you make a mistake, someone who is willing to lend a helping hand!

Chapter Fifteen: The Naturally Beautiful Nana-chan [Third Update]

While I was fixing my eyelashes, Shimada Yurina came up to me.

"Nana-chan, your eyelashes are so long, you don't even need false eyelashes." She looked on with envy. "And your skin is amazing too, how do you take care of it?"

"Skin? Skincare?"

These words flashed through her mind, and Miyamoto Sei didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"I usually just wash my face normally, eat more protein, and supplement with vitamins. That's about it."

He had never paid attention to skin care. If it weren't for the need to avoid being recognized, he felt he could even skip the makeup step.

"That's talent, isn't it? Nana-chan, if you were in ancient times, you would definitely be a woman who bewitches a king, the kind who would leave a great name in history, just like Hagoromo Gitsune!"

"I don't think you're complimenting me..."

"Don't worry, I'm just praising you. You're the kind of beauty who can cause wars between nations!"