I became a girl group idol for my sister.

"In women's circles, women who dress like men are easily sought after by other women. But there is another extreme case: men who look like women can also be incredibly attractive when they dress like men, because it is a double blow to both their physical and psychological well-being!"

Then, he pointed his finger at Miyamoto Sei.

"And you, Miyamoto, you are that supreme being!"

"Hey hey hey, I'm super popular with girls, okay..." Miyamoto Sei said dismissively, yawning as he pondered what he should do after school today.

I can't control the results of the online selection, but even if the results aren't out yet, I have to improve my skills as much as possible. If I pass the online selection but get eliminated offline because there are too many strong competitors, then I'll be letting my sister down.

Singing? I need to learn how to sing. Techniques? No, let's not talk about techniques for now. The most important thing is to memorize the lyrics of a song first.

"By the way, how do you usually learn to sing?" Miyamoto suddenly looked up at the two of them.

“Singing? I usually play games at home. Although the gaming club sometimes has similar activities, I don’t choose to sing. I usually prepare gifts and things like that.” Kojiro shook his head and then nudged Iwagami Kenta: “Let Kenta answer this question. After all, he’s always chasing idols and often goes to karaoke with girls.”

"Why the sudden need to practice singing?" Kenta Iwagami looked at Miyamoto Se with some curiosity. After noticing his short hair, he looked at him with a knowing expression. "You've got your eye on some girl, so you cut your hair short to show off your masculinity. Are you going to go to karaoke with her next?"

"Oh? Is that how it is? So you're also starting to embrace the life of a 'normie'? Miyamoto!" Kojiro immediately leaned in, his expression as if he'd spotted a traitor: "What happened to our promise to stay virgins together forever?"

"We never agreed on this, thank you."

"Well, if you have absolutely no foundation, I recommend going to a KTV to practice. Just get a private room and practice alone there. Try to sing as much as possible first, because the hardest step for a beginner is actually singing in front of others. And it's best to record it and listen to it slowly to see where you went wrong."

Kenta Iwagami pondered as he shared his experience.

"These are just my personal methods. To go further, you'll need specialized training, which I don't know about. You can look it up online."

"Go to a karaoke room, sing the song first, record it, and then correct the mistakes yourself?"

Although it sounds a bit clumsy, I have to say it's the right approach for me at this stage. Miyamoto smiled.

"OK, that was a big help."

"We're friends, and although we're not exactly best friends, I can still offer this advice!" Giving a thumbs-up, Kenta Iwagami leaned closer again: "But who exactly have you got your eye on? Tell me, okay?"

I didn't fancy anyone.

With a sigh inwardly, Miyamoto took out his phone and earphones.

"Let's talk about it after I've succeeded. It's better not to disturb other people's lives for now."

"Alright, then I'll look forward to it. I'll see when you confess. Then the truth will definitely come out." Waving, Kenta Iwagami walked towards his seat: "I'm going to see my lovely Hikari-chan!"

On his desk was an open idol magazine.

The girl on the page is wearing a swimsuit and has a sweet and lovely smile, looking as if she has stepped out of an anime.

The girl's name was written at the bottom of the page.

Hikari Watanabe.

Miyamoto put on her headphones, set the music player to loop a single song, and started playing music, even though class was about to start.

The next class is math, but with his transmigrator abilities, he doesn't need to attend math class at all. He could easily go straight to a junior or senior year of college without any problem.

This is a song called "First Love" by the girl group SKR. It is characterized by its upbeat vocals and tells the story of the feelings of going through the audition and stepping onto the idol stage for the first time. Although it was Miyamoto Sei's first time listening to it, she could tell from the lyrics that it tells the story of the hardships of hard work and the expectations for the future.

Will I have the same experiences described in these lyrics in the future?

After muttering to himself softly, Miyamoto calmed himself down and began to immerse himself completely in the song.

Today, he will use this class period to memorize all the lyrics, rhythm, and other details of this song.

……

"The Mapo Tofu today was delicious, even better than what you get at restaurants!"

Praising Miyamoto Sei's cooking skills, Miyamoto Yukiko rushed to the kitchen.

"Leave the dishwashing to me, brother, you go and rest!"

"Okay, just put it away after washing. Tomorrow's Saturday, do you have any plans?"

"Tomorrow? I've made plans to go out with my friends. What about you, brother?"

"I have some things to do and I'll be out for a bit. I might be back late. I've been quite busy these past few days, and I probably won't be home tomorrow either."

"Huh?" Miyamoto Yukiko looked at Miyamoto Sei in confusion. Over the years, her older brother's favorite thing to do was stay at home after returning home. He rarely went out, except for the time when his grandfather took him to his hometown.

Now they're telling me they'll be busy going out these next few days, which makes me wonder what's going on.

"What exactly happened? Tell me quickly!"

She ran over and grabbed Miyamoto Yukiko's hand, shaking it gently.

"Tell me quickly, or I'm going to come with my brother!"

"No, this concerns my future!"

Miyamoto Sei resolutely refused the request and stood up.

"I'm going to get ready and head out. Don't go out, it's not safe at night."

"Okay." Nodding obediently, Miyamoto Yukiko watched Miyamoto Sei walk into her bedroom, blinked, and paused, then exclaimed, "Wait, Future? Does that mean you have a girlfriend?! Am I going to have a sister-in-law?"

Sister-in-law? What the heck is a sister-in-law? I don't have time to find a girlfriend. It's more about work... becoming an idol is also a kind of work, I guess.

Even with the door closed, Miyamoto couldn't help but cover his face with his right hand.

The wardrobe door was opened, and hidden inside were the corresponding props for women's clothing.

Looking at these women's clothing props, Miyamoto suddenly felt like he was a pervert.

"Phew... Calm down, calm down. First, I have to get used to the feeling of wearing women's clothes in front of others. If I feel too unnatural during the selection process, I'm afraid I'll be out of the game immediately."

Quietly giving herself psychological counseling, Miyamoto listened carefully to the sounds outside.

The sound of running water stopped, then came the sound of the door being opened, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Yukiko Miyamoto returned to her bedroom!

good chance!

She immediately changed into women's clothing and started putting on makeup. Relying on the knowledge she had learned online, she gradually made herself look more beautiful. After finishing all this, Miyamoto picked up the backpack containing her men's clothing and rushed out the door.

The streets were not short of people at dusk. Miyamoto walked cautiously, glancing at the gazes of those around him from time to time. The possibility that he might be seen through at any moment made his heart pound wildly.

Don't worry about what others think. No one will see through me. After all, I have a special talent. Even when I'm dressed as a man, I might be mistaken for a woman. Now that I'm dressed as a woman, it's even less likely that people will find out that I'm a man.

He frantically hypnotized himself, and Miyamoto's steps gradually became more natural. He gradually stopped paying attention to the expressions of the people around him, and at this moment he finally became much like he was when he went out on the street.

"Oh, look at that girl, the one with the big bag, she's so pretty!"

"Yeah, and her legs are so long, is she a model?"

There were whispers around, accompanied by slightly infatuated and admiring glances, not only from men but also from women.

These sounds reached Miyamoto Sei's ears and surprisingly gave him a feeling of excitement.

For me now, these looks and words that I usually dislike have become a source of motivation.

His efforts and dedication from yesterday until now have been recognized.

"But the way she walks is a bit unrestrained, even though she's wearing a skirt."

The voice belonged to a girl, and Miyamoto's expression froze upon hearing it.

Yes, posture. I have to pay attention to my posture. Not only do I need to be confident, but I also need to pay attention to my demeanor. If I'm wearing a skirt and walking with my toes pointed outwards, it'll be easy for people to see through me!

Miyamoto quickly adjusted his walking posture, making sure he didn't walk with his toes pointing outwards, and walked all the way to a karaoke bar before going inside.

The first lesson of the training course on getting used to wearing women's clothing in front of a crowd is complete!

The first lesson of our singing course begins!

"If you don't have much time, I recommend booking by the hour. It's 200 yen for half an hour. If you have more than two and a half hours, I recommend choosing the Free Time service. It only costs 1000 yen and you can stay for four hours. For drinks, you can choose either à la carte or all-you-can-drink. Which would you like to choose, ma'am?"

"Free time, and give me a can of Sprite."

"Okay, the drink will be sent over by the waiter."

The private room wasn't very big, just big enough for one or two people, since it was only for Miyamoto Sei alone.

After turning on the jukebox and entering SKR, dozens of songs immediately appeared.

Taking a deep breath and forcefully exhaling the air from his lungs, Miyamoto Sei extended his finger and pressed it onto the song "Hatsuhin" (初心, meaning "First Heart").

"Keep going, you must succeed!"

The phone's recording function was turned on, and the microphone was picked up with the right hand. The thick microphone occupied the palm of the hand, and the granular protrusions firmly gripped the hand to prevent it from slipping due to sweat or other reasons.

Is this a microphone?

Speaking of which, this is the first time I've picked up a microphone in two different lives, and also the first time I've been to a place like a karaoke bar.

I had always refused KTV reunions before, whether it was after high school or college graduation, thinking I would never come to such a place. But the first time I actually came here was all by myself.

Perhaps, in the cashier's eyes, I was the kind of person who came to play alone and was a loner.

The music started playing, and the sixteen-member girl group on the screen smiled. Below, a countdown circle was decreasing, and when the last circle disappeared, it meant that the lyrics would officially begin to be sung.

He slapped his cheeks hard to calm himself down, then raised the microphone. The moment the girls on the screen opened their mouths, he opened his mouth too.

"I am standing on the stage I have longed for..."

The sound transformed into a song, flowing from Miyamoto Sei's mouth, through the microphone, and released from the speaker.