I became a girl group idol for my sister.

While washing the dishes, Miyamoto was still thinking about the dances and songs she had been learning recently. She kept repeating the movements and sounds in her mind, simulating how she would sing, dance, and rap.

"Brother, you've been so tired lately, is it because of school?"

"I think so..."

The ambiguous answer made Yukiko Miyamoto frown.

Yawning, Miyamoto walked towards the bedroom after washing the dishes and tidying up.

"I'm going to take a nap now. Don't stay up too late watching TV."

"Ok!"

Yukiko Miyamoto obediently raised her hand in response, then ran to the sofa. However, after the door to Miyamoto's bedroom was closed, she picked up her phone and started sending messages.

[Chestnut, Chestnut, my brother is acting strange. He's been coming home very late these past few days, and he looks extremely tired. The first thing he does when he gets home is lie down on the bed, looking listless like a middle-aged man. Also, he's been eating a lot lately, consuming a lot of protein like meat, and drinking milk constantly. Is he really okay?]

It's obvious that she was messaging Kuriko Morita.

[Getting home late every day, exhausted? And needing to constantly replenish protein? Oh my god! No way!]

This answer startled Yukiko Miyamoto instantly.

[Have you thought of something? Tell me quickly!]

[I heard that doing that kind of thing burns a lot of protein for men, and it's considered vigorous exercise, so it must be very tiring.]

The message from Kuriko Morita left Yukiko Miyamoto stunned.

That kind of thing? What kind of thing? Does it even need to be said?

So, not only did his older brother find a girlfriend, but he was also living a shameless life and stepping onto the ladder of adulthood?

But if I don't know how to control myself, won't my body just break down?

I should try to persuade my brother, but how could I possibly say such a thing!

For a moment, Yukiko Miyamoto blushed deeply, and she couldn't even pay attention to the information.

Inside the bedroom, Miyamoto Sei had no idea what kind of nonsense his younger sister was thinking.

After forcing himself to yawn a few times and regaining some of his energy, Miyamoto listened to the music coming from his headset and swayed his body to the music.

He opened his mouth and sang along, his hand mimicking holding a microphone.

Even after returning home, he continued to practice until late at night!

Perhaps it was because he had begun to truly master the Heavenly Demon Dance, but Miyamoto discovered that he had an amazing talent for memory dance. What used to take so long to train was now taking much less time, and he could quickly grasp the key points.

This gave Miyamoto a glimmer of hope. If he had this talent that he didn't know where it came from, then it was still possible for him to memorize all the dance moves for the sixteen songs in the past few days, and the possibility was quite high.

He practiced until late at night. When all was quiet, Miyamoto went to the bathroom and started washing off the sweat. The warm water was very comfortable, and all the fatigue was washed away with the water.

When the clock struck two, Miyamoto finally lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next day, at Kyudosaka Middle School.

Yukiko Miyamoto and Kuriko Morita were having lunch together.

"My brother mentioned work last time, could it be related to work this time too?"

"I asked Miyamoto Yukiko."

Looking at Yukiko Miyamoto's expression, Kuriko Morita knew that Yukiko Miyamoto was somewhat incredulous about what she had said yesterday.

"You really do like your brother a lot."

"What do you mean 'like'? I'm just worried about him!" Yukiko Miyamoto immediately said, "My sister is in the hospital right now. What if something happens to my brother?"

"You look so worried, I dare not tell you my other guess..."

Seeing Morita Kuriko's hesitant expression, Miyamoto Yukiko's heart tightened, but she still gritted her teeth and said, "Speak, I can handle it!"

"Actually, there's another possibility regarding what you said yesterday: your brother really is working, but it's highly likely he's working at a host club."

"What?! Working at a male host club?!" Yukiko Miyamoto exclaimed, drawing the attention of those around her. She quickly lowered her voice, "This...this can't be, this is absolutely impossible!"

But despite saying that, she still seemed very hesitant.

"It's actually very simple. If you're so worried about him, why don't you just go and see what he's doing?"

"Should I go with him? But if it's really that kind of thing, he won't take me." Miyamoto Yukiko muttered, putting a piece of broccoli into her mouth.

"So, follow them, just make sure your brother doesn't find out!" Morita Kuriko said with a grin.

"Yes, just follow them!"

Yukiko Miyamoto clapped her hands.

"That's a great idea!"

Kuriko Morita struggled to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"I told you last time, okay? Didn't you oversleep last morning?"

"How about we take a look this week?" Yukiko Miyamoto blinked. "Why don't you come with me too?"

"Huh? Should I come along too?" Morita Kuriko hesitated for a moment, "Then I'll just stay at your place this weekend, so you don't oversleep in the morning."

"Okay, let's go see what my brother is doing. If he's really working in a place like that, we have to make him leave!"

Seeing the energetic Miyamoto Yukiko, Morita Kuriko felt a sense of anticipation.

She has never met Yukiko Miyamoto's family before, and this time she will finally be able to meet them.

Meanwhile, Miyamoto Sei, who was being discussed, was having a meal and chatting with graduate students at the theater.

"Don't you all think it would be great to add some little gestures that everyone likes, or gestures that better suit their personalities?"

He is sharing what he learned in Team R with his teammates without reservation.

"Would you like to add your own movements?"

"It seems like it could work."

"Won't people say I'm messing around?"

"No, no, haven't you noticed that the members of the official group all do some moves that suit their personalities? We don't need to change too much, just some minor changes. This way, the fans can understand what kind of people we are, right?" Miyamoto said quickly.

"That's right. Adding some actions that match your own characteristics can help you distinguish yourself from others. Even small accessories can help. For example, hair clips are different for everyone, and they leave different impressions."

Mika Komatsu, standing to the side, echoed Miyamoto's words. As a senior graduate student, she naturally had more experience.

"However, to achieve this, one must have a sufficient understanding of the dance itself that needs to be modified. Therefore, if you want to make changes, I recommend modifying the dance that you are most familiar with to avoid any unexpected problems."

"Also, everyone should feel free to speak up if they have anything to say. For example, if I made a mistake or if my modifications affected the overall coordination, I can also speak up. This group is made up of all of us, so please don't suppress your opinions because of thoughts like 'this is not good for unity.' Doing so will actually hinder our development."

"But won't we start arguing?"

"Yeah, wouldn't this make it easy to argue?"

“Everyone is doing this for the good of each other, for their own good, and for the good of the team as a whole. Even if we do argue, we can still understand each other, right?” Miyamoto said, yawning again. “And I think that sometimes conflicts caused by telling each other the truth can be resolved better. Hiding problems won’t solve them.”

"I...I agree with Nana-chan's opinion. If we talk things out, we can definitely solve the problem better. Last time I caused trouble for everyone, but after talking things out with Nana-chan, I recovered."

Miyu Nagasu was speaking up, supporting Miyamoto Sei.

“That’s true. I also think that instead of hiding things, it’s better to speak our minds. We’re not speaking the truth to insult or slander others, but to point out problems. What’s wrong with that?” Shimada Yurina said.

Looking at the group of graduate students who were now working with her the most, and seeing how much they were interacting with each other and how much closer and more united they were, Mika Komatsu suddenly thought of the graduate students from the Ninth Generation who hadn't even arrived yet.

They each have their own cliques, and they are wary of each other. They are polite to each other on the surface, but they have their own thoughts behind the scenes.

This team is completely different from the one we have now!

And all of this was clearly caused by this girl named Miyamoto Nana. She seemed indifferent to many things, but she paid close attention to the people around her, acting as a mediator.

Miyu Nagasu, Yurina Shimada, and others, including herself, were able to maintain such a good relationship thanks to Nana Miyamoto's connections.

If it weren't for Miyamoto Nana, I'd probably still be a person in essence, where everyone treats me politely, but no one would truly become my friend.

Nana Miyamoto is a strange person, but surprisingly, she's a good one.

Thinking of this, Mika Komatsu couldn't help but smile slightly.

The team seems pretty good too.

Finally, time flew by amidst the constant training, and five days passed in a flash. Tomorrow is the 13th, the day of the graduate students' third performance!

That night, Miyamoto didn't practice too late. After taking a nice, relaxing shower, he quickly went to bed at 10 p.m.

He had diligently memorized almost all the dances and songs, and before going to bed, he had also done a quick check of the content for tomorrow's graduate student performance. As long as he got a good rest tonight, he should have no problems with tomorrow's performance.

"Let's see if I can raise my reputation value to over 10 tomorrow! If I can, 100 would be great too. That way I can get points, and although I don't know how many, if I can exchange them all for time, I'll have more time to train..."

Muttering softly, Miyamoto Sei, who hadn't been able to sleep well for several days, drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Idol Style [Second Update]

September 15, 16:50 Tokyo time.

Backstage at the SKR Theater, graduate students were gathered together. They had all changed their clothes and put on makeup.

"Today is our third performance, and it's also the first time we've tried to modify our dance moves. Let's do our best, everyone!"