I became a girl group idol for my sister.

"Yes, I ordered a while ago. If you want to add anything, you can just add it." Miyamoto said, handing the other person the list of what he had ordered.

"So much!" Sakagami Minami looked at the food she had ordered and her mouth dropped open slightly. "It looks like it's going to be hard to finish!"

"It's okay, I'll take care of it if you can't finish it!"

Hearing this, Sakagami Minami laughed: "That's right, even though Ogiko-chan is gone, it's no problem to give her to Nana-chan!"

Miyamoto Nana has a huge appetite, which is no secret in SKR, and even less so for Sakagami Minami, who is now on the same team.

Nice! Sure enough, I've gotten used to it. I don't get so excited anymore, and I can't control my heartbeat!

Looking at Miyamoto Nana, who was treating her to dinner, Sakagami Minami thought to herself.

Just then, the other person suddenly took out a small bag and handed it to him somewhat awkwardly.

Happy birthday, Senior Nan!

"Eh?!"

Sakagami Minami was stunned. Looking at the other person's expression, her own heart began to pound wildly.

Is this... something that was specially prepared for my birthday, and that's why it's been waiting for me all this time?!

Minami Sakagami thought silently, then carefully reached out and took it.

It was a small bag, and the contents of the bag were carefully packaged, making it difficult to tell what was inside just by looking at it.

"Thank you, Nana-chan, I really like it! And thank you for your trouble!" Sakagami Minami said, feeling her heart, which she thought she had gotten used to, start racing again. She even felt her cheeks burning, and she couldn't help but think that they must have turned bright red.

"No, it's for Senior Nan after all. I've been thinking about preparing a birthday gift for you for a long time, and now it's finally here!"

Miyamoto smiled, pleased that the other person liked the gift he had given him, but he had no idea what was inside until he opened it.

So he waited, waiting for the other party to open it.

Sakagami Minami tried her best to calm her heart. She took out the gift with trembling hands and slowly opened it. Perhaps because she was too excited, she couldn't remove the ribbon on it for a moment.

After trying a couple more times, I finally managed to open the packaging bag.

Upon opening it, there was a towel inside. The towel was very soft and pink, with a cute pattern on it—a chibi version of Minami Sakagami's face. Minami Sakagami's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing the towel.

"Ah, so cute!"

"Hehe, I think it's cute too!"

This was custom-made by Miyamoto Sei, but it didn't cost much; it was just a bit more expensive than a regular towel. Last time, he gave her a pink bow hair clip, so after hesitating for a long time, he chose to give her this one this time.

"Hehe, I'll keep it safe, Nana-chan, thank you!" Sakagami Minami happily put the gift away carefully, then put the bag in her arms. Her expression of delight made Miyamoto Sei unable to control the corners of his mouth, which turned up slightly.

Seeing how pleased the other person was, Miyamoto knew that the birthday gift she had prepared was excellent.

He initially considered giving lipstick or perfume, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally chose this gift.

It's not very expensive, and it's not a designer brand, but it's just a little something that makes the towel look a bit special.

The other party's reaction now proves that I did the right thing. Sakagami Minami will indeed like this kind of gift, just like she really liked the bow I gave her last time.

What Miyamoto Sei didn't know was that Sakagami Minami's heart was actually filled with something else entirely at that moment.

Nana gave me a gift!

She gave me a birthday present!

Wow, Nana gave me a birthday present! What am I going to do? This towel is so cute, and Nana is so cute too!

As Sakagami Minami thought about it, she felt her head spinning.

Chapter Sixty-Three Nothing really happened.

Sitting on the plane, Miyamoto Sei never expected that he would have the opportunity to travel abroad under the identity of Miyamoto Nana during his time as an idol, which he found incredible.

After all, although he had a passport, the name on the passport was Miyamoto Sei, not Miyamoto Nana. Although he knew that Amagai Risa was quite resourceful, he did not expect that she could even handle these kinds of things.

However, even by plane, it is still a relatively long journey.

The journey from Tokyo to New York took approximately thirteen hours.

As soon as Miyamoto Sei got off the plane, people came looking for him.

"Is this Ms. Miyamoto Nana?"

The person who came to him was a man wearing a suit and sunglasses; it was obvious at a glance that he was trained.

He asked Miyamoto Sei in a low voice.

“That’s right, that’s me. May I ask what’s the matter?” Miyamoto looked at the other person, thinking to himself.

"Please come this way." He pointed to a passageway on one side: "The gentleman is already waiting for you."

"gentlemen?"

"It was Ms. Tianbei who arranged for you to contact her," the person said again.

Miyamoto looked at the other person, who was polite but also wary, like a professional bodyguard. He nodded, becoming increasingly curious about who the contact person Amagai Risa had assigned to him was.

Soon, Miyamoto was led to a private room. When he saw the two people inside, Miyamoto's eyes widened. He suddenly understood why Amagai Risa would let him come to America alone. At this moment, his mind was filled with doubts.

How did Tenbei know that he knew those two people?!

The person who appeared before him at that moment, even waving at him, was someone he did recognize; the last time they met was in Tokyo.

His teammate Mika Komatsu's father, David Most, and mother, Miyoko Komatsu, were over there, smiling and waving to him.

“It’s been a long time, Miss Miyamoto,” David Most said to Miyamoto in a friendly manner.

"Long time no see, Miyamoto-san." Komatsu Miyoko greeted Miyamoto Se with a smile.

"It's been a long time, Mr. and Mrs. Most."

Miyamoto Seya quickly greeted him.

"Alright, let's go first. This place isn't suitable for conversation. Let's go back and talk about it later."

Miyamoto obediently followed the two men out, and the black-clad bodyguard who had come to find him also dutifully followed nearby. After getting into the car, the bodyguard drove in front, while the three of them sat in the back.

The seating inside the car is relative, with a small space in the middle that allows people to talk face-to-face.

Naturally, David Most sat on one side with his wife, while Miyamoto Sei sat on the other.

“You’re surprised to see it’s us?” David Most said.

Miyamoto nodded: "I never expected that when Tenbei P said that the arrangements were made, she meant Mr. Most. I thought she was someone in the industry that she had met when she came to New York for work the previous times."

“I’m considered an industry insider, though I don’t get directly involved much,” David Most said, then suddenly asked, “By the way, have you eaten?”

"I ate on the plane."

“That’s a real shame. I was just saying I could take you to try some of the more popular restaurants here,” David Most said, then asked, “What are your plans for this trip to New York?”

Miyamoto fell silent. He hadn't really thought about this question, since he had been sent here by Amagai Risa.

Seeing that Miyamoto Sei did not answer, David Most did not ask any further questions, but simply said, "It's alright, you can take a look around first, there are quite a few places to visit in the next few days."

"You've been to quite a few places?"

"Yes, there are quite a few, and they should all be places you'll be interested in."

At this moment, Komatsu Miyoko bowed slightly to Miyamoto Sei and said, "Thank you so much, Miyamoto-san. Because of you, Mika looks very happy."

"No, no, no, Meixiang is amazing. She's always had her own goals and always strives to achieve them. Because of her, I've had less confusion and can more quickly identify my goals. I should thank her!"

“It’s a good thing that we can help each other,” said Miyoko Komatsu, a smile on her face. “And now she’s coming back, and I’ll be able to see her here soon.”

The mother's smile was very kind and full of happiness.

“They can only meet in private, and there’s a high probability she won’t come back, to avoid being spotted by the paparazzi.” David Most, standing to the side, appeared very calm: “After all, that’s just her personality.”

"There's really no way around it. She finally managed to start her career as a former idol who returned from Japan, so she certainly wouldn't want to add the identity of 'Most's Daughter' to that title," Miyoko Komatsu hummed in agreement.

Listening to the couple's words, Miyamoto thought about Komatsu Mika's personality and couldn't help but nod in agreement. Based on his understanding of Komatsu Mika, she would never reveal her identity at this time. Right now, she was just a former SKR idol who was making her way in the American entertainment industry.

Even if it comes to light in the future, she will be famous enough by then. People will be more surprised, wondering, "She has this background?" rather than saying, "Her family must have been sponsoring her to succeed." There will be such comments, but they won't be the mainstream opinion at that time.

The car slowly stopped in front of a building that looked very luxurious. It wasn't a detached villa, but a huge high-rise located in the heart of New York.

“This place belongs to the Hermeston Group, from top to bottom,” David Most said. “Let’s go, we’re going to the lounge on the fiftieth floor.”

There was an elevator in the building, and the fiftieth floor was reached quickly. Looking at the huge living room in front of him, including the indoor swimming pool and private bar, Miyamoto couldn't help but sigh that the rich really knew how to enjoy life.

David Most casually found a place to sit down, looked at the drink that had been served to him, and smiled: "I know that you can't drink alcohol under Japanese law right now."

Miyamoto resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Of course, New York also has a rule that you must be 21 years old to drink alcohol, so even according to New York State law, you still can't drink."

“No, even when I reach that age, I probably still won’t drink it.” Miyamoto smiled and picked up the iced cola in front of him: “I really like drinking cola, whether it’s Pepsi or Coca-Cola.”

“Don’t you like drinking? If you have the chance to try it sometime, I think you should. Besides broadening your horizons, you might discover new pleasures.” David Most sat down, and his wife sat down beside him. “Life would be much less fun if you didn’t drink.”

What you said reminds me of a certain scholar whose surname was Gu, given name Long, and courtesy name Juji.

Miyamoto muttered to himself, took a small sip, and then slowly exhaled.

He looked out the window. Although it was only fifty stories high, he could already see most of the scenery. For a city, super tall buildings are only a minority. These buildings form the city's unique skyline. The buildings in the city are mainly low-rise buildings, which are arranged in a very regular way.

This also allowed him to see the scenery in the distance; he could even see Central Park and the Hudson River in the distance.