I became a girl group idol for my sister.

Miyamoto smiled but didn't say anything. He was thinking about what he should do in the next month.

Since it's an online vote, but based on local people, and it's based on percentages, the simplest way is to increase the number of people who support him. Even if 250 people at a concert all hate him, as long as he can get 24750 people to support him and vote, he can stabilize the ratio at 1:99.

Not to mention, it's impossible for all 250 people at a concert to be against you. In fact, most people at this concert supported you, and based on Miyamoto Sei's observations during the performance, the number of people who opposed you was no more than 25.

In other words, as long as 250 people vote for you and express their satisfaction, you will likely achieve your goal.

However, since the audience for each performance is not the same, and there may be dissatisfied people for each performance, the safest way is to attract people from outside the theater in addition to gaining support through theater performances!

Thinking of this, Miyamoto couldn't help but look up at the ceiling.

Looking at the light bulb on the ceiling, he sighed inwardly.

He never imagined that he would have such a connection with street performances, and that he would even be performing in Nagoya.

While online live streaming certainly attracts more viewers, it's clear that street performances, with their close, face-to-face interaction with the audience, are far more effective, more likely to capture people's attention, and turn them into fans.

“Although some people are still not satisfied, we are now teammates. If we work together, everyone will definitely be satisfied!” Matsuda Jurina said with a smile, thinking that Miyamoto Sei was still worried about the fans.

"Yes, I also believe I can gain everyone's approval!"

Miyamoto nodded.

After saying this, he bid farewell to everyone.

"I'm going to check on how my juniors are doing!"

As Miyamoto was leaving, he saw Honda Kojima walking towards him, looking somewhat somber.

Honda Kojima waved after seeing Miyamoto Se.

"Miyamoto."

"Mr. Honda."

"Teacher Tianbei told me about the matter, specifically that you need to achieve 99% approval over the next month."

He hesitated for a moment before saying this.

"Then, there's the matter of your bet with Mr. Tenbei. If you can get 99% approval, then SKG will have the opportunity to perform at Nagoya Dome next year."

"As expected, Mr. Honda, Tenbei-P told you."

"You have to tell me, after all, I'm in charge of SKG. We have to handle things like updating the SKG website ourselves. Not to mention things like voting eligibility, which requires selling tickets to obtain eligibility in order to control voting rights and prevent outsiders from voting."

Honda Kojima frowned again as he said this.

“You don’t actually need to agree to this request. It sounds really unreasonable. You want to get 99% satisfaction in just one month. In other words, if we’re talking about 250 people on site, you need to get the support of at least 248 people. The margin for error is only two people.”

Miyamoto Sei did not speak.

Honda Kojima continued, "Wouldn't that put too much pressure on you? And those kids would definitely want to get the chance to go up to Nagoya Dome through their own efforts."

Miyamoto Sei remained silent for a moment, then spoke.

"Actually, I also think they can definitely make it to the Nagoya Dome through their own efforts, but youth always passes quickly. It's good to be able to make it to the Nagoya Dome a little earlier. Besides, I believe that a year from now, they will definitely have the strength to stand on the Nagoya Dome."

At this point, he smiled.

"And as long as I don't tell them, everything will remain the same. They will continue to work hard and just achieve one of their goals next year. It will seem like it has nothing to do with me, of course, provided that I actually achieve 99% of the goal."

Honda Kojima looked at Miyamoto Se, noticing his natural expression, and finally sighed.

"So you mean I shouldn't tell them about this?"

"Yes, don't tell them. This is just between me and Tempe P."

Miyamoto nodded.

"Okay, I understand. Then I won't tell them..."

Honda Kojima's expression remained worried as he finished speaking. He concluded by saying, "Don't think too much about it being your responsibility. Relax and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Okay, Mr. Bennian, don't worry!"

After saying goodbye to Honda Kojima, Miyamoto Sei headed towards the place where the graduate students were staying.

Honda Kojima watched Miyamoto Sei leave, glanced at the place he was supposed to go to inform about this matter, and finally turned and left without saying anything.

As Honda Kojima left, a figure emerged from the corner—it was Matsuda Rena.

She glanced in the direction Honda Kojima had left, then in the direction Miyamoto Sei had left, frowned, and went back inside.

"Ah, Rena is back!"

"They went to get pineapple buns, didn't they!"

"I went to buy pineapple buns. Do you want some?" Matsuda Rena waved the pineapple bun in her hand. Seeing the word "spicy" written on it, the group immediately shook their heads.

"No, forget it!"

"I don't eat spicy food!"

Rena Matsuda opened a bag of pineapple buns and began to eat them, one bite at a time, while pondering the words she had just heard.

Tenbei P actually made a request to Miyamoto Nana like that. If fulfilled, SKG could directly obtain the Nagoya Dome, which they had been dreaming of. But as expected, it's hard to accept that they had to rely on someone else for this opportunity that they had worked so hard to obtain...

Achieving a 99% approval rating in just one month is practically an impossible task. Some people are undoubtedly very stubborn and simply refuse to accept it...

This requirement is far too high!

And she actually chose to keep it a secret from us. Was she planning to shoulder the burden alone? If she's the only one who knows about it, and if things fail, then she'll be the only one who loses. But if everyone knows, then if things fail, everyone will be the loser…

Nana Miyamoto, this woman who has solved many difficult problems since becoming a graduate student, is indeed a very intriguing person!

Thinking of this, she showed an even more curious expression.

……

Miyamoto had no idea that the thing he had just decided to hide had already been discovered. He had already arrived at the graduate student training area. Although there was a performance by the graduate students, Nanase Touka's performance position was that of a regular member, not a graduate student team member. So she was just training at the place where the graduate students were.

As training progresses, there will be further training sessions with the official members. The former will help them become familiar with the dance, while the latter will help them develop chemistry with the team.

Miyamoto Sei entered without making a sound; he simply stood at the doorway, watching the new recruits who were still training.

In the arena, the girls are practicing dance moves.

SKG's graduate student practice is also of a relatively high intensity. Among these people, Nanase Touka's movements stand out. It's not because they are very good, but because she seems to lack technique and her movements are very stiff. She can be described as a dance novice who doesn't know anything.

Although she knew the other person was a complete novice who had only recently been recruited as an idol, Miyamoto Sei never expected them to be this bad.

Most importantly, Nanase Touka's physical coordination seems a bit poor, which is probably due to a lack of exercise over a long period of time.

Is it true that staying at home because of social anxiety worsens one's physical condition?

Miyamoto silently pondered how to help Nanase Touka solve her current problem.

……

Nanase Touka tried her best to keep up with everyone else's movements, but she was already panting after only a short while. How long had they been practicing? Ten minutes or so?

The thought of performing on stage for more than an hour in the future made her feel as if a mountain of pressure was pressing down on her.

Moreover, these moves are much more difficult than the ones she learned at SKR. While this is certainly partly because the dances practiced by SKR graduate students are relatively simple at the beginning, she herself is just a newbie who has just entered this industry.

Starting with this level of difficulty, isn't it a bit too challenging?

Most importantly, there is only one week to practice, and after one week, we will be performing on stage!

Thinking of this, the already immense pressure suddenly intensified, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Huh? Isn't that Miyamoto Nana?"

"Why is she here?"

"I remember Team S II's performance just ended not long ago, right?"

The whispers coming from the side made Nanase Touka look towards the door, where she saw the person standing there. It was Miyamoto Nana, her senior who had come to Nagoya with her, looking at her. When she turned to look at her, she even waved and greeted her.

Upon seeing the other person, Nanase Touka immediately became a little nervous.

What's she doing here? Why is she here? Did she come to see me? No way!

And since I'm dancing so badly right now, doesn't that mean everything will be seen?

Will my senior think I'm useless, unable to even do this little bit of training well?

Indeed, I shouldn't have chosen to become an idol. Wouldn't it have been better to just stay at home?!

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. At this moment, Nanase Touka's mind was in complete chaos. If smoke could come out, her brain would be smoking right now.

It's like water boiling.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Training of Inheritance

"Senior, what brings you here?"

Nanase Touka asked stammeringly, perhaps because of the unexpected situation, she seemed much more nervous than before.

"I just came to take a look. As a senior, of course I should care about my juniors!" Miyamoto said, giving a thumbs up and looking very happy. "Although there is only one week to practice, don't be nervous. Just practice with everyone first."

"Okay, okay..."

Nanase Touka said softly, but she didn't quite agree with what the other person said. She knew her own situation. Could she really learn more than an hour of performance content in just one week?

Or rather, do I really have this kind of talent?