I became a girl group idol for my sister.

Mika Komatsu didn't say anything, but she looked at the other person.

"I've never heard of idols working on construction sites before. Are idols really this hard-working these days? They even have to take on this kind of job."

The person said, "Although you are all idols, and girls at that, I won't give you any special treatment just because you're girls. You still have to do your work."

He pointed to a spot not far away and said, "Your job today is simple. Aren't there cement bags over there? Move them all."

Miyamoto looked in the direction the man was pointing and saw more than a hundred bags. These bags must all be filled with cement, and judging by their size, each bag probably weighed more than fifty kilograms.

That's roughly the weight of a person!

Looking at the other side, there were still workers on the job, and the way they looked over was like they were watching a show.

"These days, do people really have to pull off something like this just to create hype? Do they think they can fool people with a little bit of nonsense?"

"Maybe those fans will fall for it? Anyway, they'll never know if it's really moved or not, and they'll definitely feel heartbroken."

"Isn't it popular to resort to deception and fraud for traffic these days?"

They discussed it, their voices not lowered at all, clearly speaking intentionally to a few people.

"Alright!" The man in front of Miyamoto Sei, who was the foreman, called out, but there was no hint of blame in his voice; it was clear that he shared the same thought.

"I understand, you're moving out, right?" Miyamoto said, walking over first and grabbing a bag in one swift motion.

He had been training since he was a child, but after his grandfather passed away, he went into a period of decline, and his physical condition deteriorated until recently when he started his idol career and underwent high-intensity training, which allowed his body to recover to its former level.

He simply lifted the 100-pound cement bag and carried it directly to its destination.

This action caused several construction workers who were originally planning to watch the show to widen their eyes and stare intently at Miyamoto Sei, seemingly completely surprised that Miyamoto Sei could lift such a heavy bag all by himself.

The foreman had even prepared to help the other person if they fell down, but the way things turned out made his preparations completely useless.

"What the hell? You can't see any muscles in his hands, so how can he be so strong?"

"She lifted it all by herself! She actually lifted it all by herself!"

"No, where's my phone? I need to take a picture and post it online!"

Miyu Nagasu and Mika Komatsu were also surprised to see Miyamoto Sei like this.

"Nana-chan is amazing!"

"Her strength is simply monstrous!"

Then, the two of them also went over, but they were quite self-aware and did not lift it up by themselves like Miyamoto Sei did. Instead, they carried the bag together and walked forward.

Even so, it was still a bit strenuous to lift, unlike Miyamoto Sei's effortless lifting.

"Oh!"

After placing the cement bag at its destination, Miyamoto stretched his arms slightly and smiled at the group of people.

“We’re not just pretending, we’re serious.”

His smile was sunny, but it also carried a hint of provocation.

As a result, some of the people were somewhat unconvinced.

"Hmph, don't think you're so great just because you moved one. There are plenty more over there!"

"Let's have a go and see who's better!"

"I won't lose to a girl!"

"Give it a try, there are still plenty of cement bags." Miyamoto said with a grin, walking towards the cement bags, then picking up another cement bag and heading towards his destination.

Although the training intensity is usually very high, it has actually been transformed into aerobic exercise after so long. However, lifting a heavy object weighing more than 50 kilograms at once has turned it into anaerobic exercise.

Surprisingly, this behavior began to stimulate Miyamoto's body. It might have been tiring at first, but with constant stimulation, his body gradually adapted to the intensity, allowing it to change towards a training regimen capable of handling that level of intensity.

Although I was very tired, I wasn't so exhausted that I collapsed on the ground.

So when all the bags were moved, the scene was filled with several men sitting on the ground panting, two girls sitting to the side without any regard for their image, covered in sweat, and another girl leaning against the wall, her breathing noticeably less labored than the others.

"Huh...huh..."

Feeling the soreness in his muscles, Miyamoto smiled slightly; it seemed like it had been a long time since he had experienced this feeling.

"I...I admit defeat! I apologize for what I said!" Struggling to his feet, the man who had initially been clearly unconvinced now looked completely convinced: "You guys were serious, unlike those fakers!"

"And stop lying down for now, get up and relax your muscles a little," he said to Miyu Nagayasu and Mika Komatsu, who were lying down.

The two of them struggled to get up. After all, they had experienced high-intensity training and had some experience. They were just too tired and needed to rest for a while.

Seeing that the two of them had actually started doing muscle relaxation exercises, he shook his head: "They're really professional. I'll go buy some oolong tea as an apology, it's on me. What about you two?"

“Ah, this…” Miyu Nagayasu hesitated for a moment, but after thinking for a while, she smiled: “Oolong tea will do.”

"I'll have an oolong tea too," Mika Komatsu said.

"And you?" he asked, looking at Miyamoto Sei.

"For me, it's Coke!" Miyamoto said without hesitation, choosing the name of the "fat otaku's happy water".

Miyamoto looked at Nagaan Miyu with satisfaction and accepted her invitation to dinner. Nagaan Miyu's social skills had indeed improved considerably compared to before.

The man returned shortly afterward.

He distributed the drinks to everyone present and said to Miyamoto and the others, "We're comrades for now. I'll support you if you release a new song."

"Yes, we will go see it!"

Miyamoto Seya laughed and said, "Hehe, thank you everyone. Maybe I can find some free time to perform for you!"

"Oh, that's a good idea!"

"Let's find a free time then and get the venue ready!"

From the high-rise building opposite the construction site, Hiyama Akira looked down at the group of people inside.

Beside him was Tembe Risa.

"It seems our worries were unnecessary."

Hiyama Akira squinted.

"Those children got along very well with the locals."

Temperisa's lips curled up slightly.

"Although I wanted to say that I wasn't worried at all, it still surprised me a bit. Was she really that strong?"

I've seen some readers asking questions about the rationale behind these comments, so I'll answer them all here. I've deleted the ones from the book review section.

First of all, idols do a lot of part-time jobs, and secondly, this was written by the AKB48 writers themselves; I just used it.

Regardless of whether the screenwriter wrote it this way or an active idol at the time suggested it (I won't say who it was, but it's definitely an active female idol at the time), it shows that this actually happened. As for the injury issue, the simple problem of moving the child isn't that big, although it certainly can't compare to the comprehensive facilities of a gym, and that can't be denied.

There is a storyline involving a gym, but it's not really relevant to the current time period.

Chapter Sixty-Six: The Godfather's Recommendation

Although they were working on a construction site, over the course of a few days, Miyamoto and his colleagues found their work to be relatively simple. Even though the tasks were physically demanding, they weren't too dangerous.

Even so, it was still a very tiring job for the two girls.

This is natural, since the training usually focuses on increasing endurance rather than strength.

However, after a few days, Mika Komatsu and Miyu Nagasu's stamina and strength have visibly increased, and they no longer have the same difficulty as on the first day when it was hard for the two of them to carry a bag.

"You guys are going to rehearse tomorrow, right?" During a break at the construction site, Saga Kento said to Miyamoto Sei and the other two, "It's that... what's his name again?"

“Starlight STA,” Miyamoto said. Over the past few days, he had gotten to know Saga Kento, who had initially been a bit unfriendly. “But he’ll still come to work in the morning; the rehearsal is in the afternoon.”

"In the afternoon?" After taking a sip of oolong tea, Kento Saga asked with some curiosity, "By the way, why did you decide to become an idol? Judging from the way you guys are now, it seems like it must be quite tough."

"Becoming an idol was just an accident." Miyamoto smiled, then stood up and stretched his body a little. "From feeling somewhat helpless at the beginning to wanting to become an idol now, I've experienced quite a lot along the way."

"Really? That sounds like quite a story." Saga Kento said, throwing the empty oolong tea can into the trash can, then laughed, "You guys have really shown me what a genuine idol is. I believe you will achieve your dreams."

“I also feel that I can stand at that high place,” Miyamoto said bluntly.

"It's this spirit that will keep you going!" Saga Kento laughed loudly, and a group of people came over noisily.

"Time to get to work!"

……

In the afternoon, at the theater, Miyamoto Sei and others completed their first performance of the day.

Inside the dressing room, the graduate students collapsed onto the floor.

"Ugh, I'm exhausted. I know I overdid it without even trying!" Rika Kusunobu muttered, looking up at the ceiling, when a cold towel was placed on her forehead.

It's Miyamoto Sei.

"Thank you, Nana-chan."

She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, regaining some energy. She looked at Miyamoto Sei, then at Nagasu Miyu and Komatsu Mika over there.