I became a girl group idol for my sister.

My heart was pounding so hard that it made my blood flow faster, as if it was about to jump out of my chest.

At this moment, even the tension from the past seemed to be recreated.

"Through rigorous training and overcoming personal limits, we have arrived at this day, and the curtain of opportunity is now being drawn..."

At the time, I was so worried that people would recognize me as a man, but at this moment, that worry was suppressed. What I felt more was the resonance with the song and the joy of the fans who cheered as they watched me sing and dance.

Under the glaring lights, Miyamoto's body moved instinctively as he watched people cheering and shouting, just like the Japanese fans, so fervent.

Finally, as the performance ended, Miyamoto Sei left the stage. Now, there's one last program for today: a high-five party.

Upon reaching the exit, the fans had already lined up, waiting for a high-five.

"I never expected Nana-chan to come to New York, this is amazing!"

The boy laughed and spoke to Miyamoto Sei.

"Nana-chan, keep it up! Even though it's only once every two weeks in New York, I'll come every time, I definitely will!"

The girl happily high-fived Miyamoto and said this.

Miyamoto responded to these people, interacting with each one like an ordinary friend, rather than some high-and-mighty celebrity.

Not far away, Jenny, Miyamoto's manager and bodyguard, looked at Miyamoto like this, her eyes behind her sunglasses filled with smiles.

It is precisely because of this kind of Nana that she can truly conquer this world!

"Could you...could you say 'good luck' to me?"

The boy in front of Miyamoto was a little nervous at the sudden request. His face and hands were covered in sweat. He was Jenny, and he thought that if he could get encouragement from his idol, his future might be different.

So he said it, and after he finished, his mind went blank. He wanted to find a hole to crawl into because he felt like his brain had just broken.

How could I say something like that? It's going to put people in a difficult position!

Miyamoto Sei wasn't surprised at all. He simply smiled, gave the man a high five, and said:

"Of course you can. I don't know why, but please keep going. Whether it's for your future or for your dreams, these two things should be interconnected. For yourself and for your friends, keep going!"

He spoke softly, yet his voice was clear enough to be heard, which brought a happy smile to Jenny's previously tense face. He had never imagined that this could actually be achieved, and couldn't help but nod in agreement. He said, "I will definitely do my best!"

For yourself, and for others!

It's all for the sake of dreams!

Someone filmed this scene and posted it on Twitter.

Some people have told me that there are no perfect people in this world, but now I'm saying, there are, and that's Miyamoto Nana!

Of course, he also thoughtfully blurred the faces of everyone except Miyamoto Nana to prevent their identities from being revealed.

After the high-five event ended, Miyamoto thanked the staff again and then helped clean up the venue.

The cleaning staff, who were cleaning the floor, saw Miyamoto doing all this and asked in surprise, "Isn't this unnecessary?"

Miyamoto smiled and said, "I'm used to it."

This surprised the staff even more: "Did you have to do all this yourself when you were in Japan?"

“We arrange this kind of work when there aren’t many events, including cleaning the dance studio; these are all part of the daily routine,” Miyamoto said with a smile. “But if there are many events, then we can only ask the staff to do everything.”

"There's such a requirement? It seems idols are indeed different in many ways." The staff member was somewhat surprised, clearly not understanding this habit.

"Actually, the stage is where you stand and perform. Only by carefully feeling it can you discover problems or better match it. At SKR, there is a staff member who specializes in logistics. She even cleans the gaps between the boards. The dance moves can be clearly seen on the floor, making it convenient for dancers to make corrections when necessary."

Miyamoto Sei's eyes were filled with admiration as he spoke.

"Without their support, we idols alone would never have reached this point. So, doing the same work as them and understanding these things is also a very important thing."

Is this considered an SKR tradition?

When asked about this, Miyamoto thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know if it will be the case in the future, but at least for now, it's a tradition. I went through this, the newcomers after me went through this, and my seniors went through this too."

Finally, after finishing cleaning up the scene, Miyamoto and Jenny left together.

Looking at her watch, Jenny said, "Ms. Miyamoto, the plane takes off in three and a half hours. You have an hour and a half to spare."

"Okay, then just take me to my destination."

"It will take about ten minutes to get there."

Jenny took Miyamoto to the destination he mentioned, a classic-looking coffee shop that seemed somewhat out of place in New York. Miyamoto went inside and quickly arrived at his destination.

Mika Komatsu, wearing a coat, was sitting there. When she saw Miyamoto Sei, she smiled and said, "You've finally arrived."

Miyamoto sat down opposite him: "Have you been waiting for me long?"

“Not long, after all, I roughly calculated when you would come.” Mika Komatsu said, handing the menu to Miyamoto Sei: “You won’t be staying long, so let’s get some fast food, burgers would be good too.”

Hearing her words, Miyamoto muttered, "With your words, most people would never guess your family background."

"I made my way in the world in Japan on my own, and I'm still doing it now," Mika Komatsu said, ordering a steak for herself.

Miyamoto Seya also ordered a steak and then asked, "Didn't you go to see your parents?"

Mika Komatsu countered, "Do you think I can go now?"

Miyamoto shook his head: "It's really not suitable."

“Right, you think so too? Once I go to see my parents, who knows what kind of news they’ll start reporting on it. So it’s better to keep them from getting any information for now. I’ll go see them after I’ve become more famous in America.” Mika Komatsu said with a smile, “They understand my thinking. For now, they’ll just pretend I’m still in Japan.”

As she spoke, she took a plastic bag from her bag, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Miyamoto.

"Here you go, take your time reading these."

Miyamoto was taken aback, then took it and opened it, only to find that it was full of magazines and weekly publications, including content related to fashion and so on.

Miyamoto took these out, opened them, and looked at them, asking in confusion, "This is..."

“I guess Tenbei P means you should figure things out on your own here. As for my dad, he'll probably just take the money and help with the registration, and that's it. So besides performing, you also need to figure out what to perform,” Mika Komatsu said. “Looking at these things will be helpful for choosing your future career path.”

“You’re absolutely right, Tenbei P meant that I should handle it myself…” Miyamoto Se said.

"As expected, I guessed right, that's exactly how it is." Mika Komatsu laughed, looking very happy. She continued, "It seems that preparing these for you was the right thing to do."

"You were so prescient, Mika-chan!" Miyamoto said with a grin, reaching out to pat Mika's head, which made Komatsu Mika's face instantly turn red. She turned her face away, saying, "After all, we're in a group, so I'll still keep an eye on my teammates!"

"Yes, yes, thank you for remembering me!"

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they naturally had a very pleasant chat. As the steaks arrived, they ate and continued their conversation.

Finally, as time passed and it drew near the time for Miyamoto Sei to leave, Komatsu Mika suddenly said, "Miyu's growth rate is getting faster and faster..."

“Yes, it’s getting faster and faster. I have a feeling that she might reach an even higher level in just two or three years.” Miyamoto Sei said, then laughed, “That way, I can graduate too.”

"So who do you think can beat her?"

"After I graduate?"

"Of course I'm asking about what will happen after you graduate, since you're planning to graduate after she gets first place," Mika Komatsu said irritably.

Miyamoto thought for a moment and then smiled, "It should be Fuyuka-chan."

"Her? Why do you say that?"

“Her talent is sufficient, or rather, her talent is truly terrifying,” Miyamoto said. “Moreover, I can feel that her focus is starting to shift towards becoming an idol. The moment that shifts completely, her growth rate will reach an extremely high level. I even have a feeling that in less than two years, she will be able to pose a great threat to Miyu.”

Mika Komatsu nodded: "In other words, for at least four to five years, SKR's position will remain unshakable by any other group."

"Yes, that's exactly it. And because each generation is stronger than the last, SKR can reach a terrifying peak. Perhaps we will appear in textbooks a hundred or even two hundred years from now, and become a must-learn subject in music history and artist history."

After Miyamoto finished speaking, he looked at his watch and stood up: "Alright, I have to leave now, or I'll miss my flight."

Mika Komatsu laughed and said, "Perhaps you could try to negotiate with my dad to see if we can get him a private jet, so you won't have to rush to catch flights to and from your destination."

Miyamoto thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No, let's forget it. I'm traveling alone anyway, so a regular flight will do."

"Once you get this place up and running, and SKR officially starts their group activities here, a private jet will be a must," Mika Komatsu said, waving her hand. "I won't see you off. Come visit me at my house next time."

"Yes, I'll come again next time!"

Miyamoto Seya waved, then walked out of the coffee shop and got into Jenny's car, which was already waiting for him.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Reunion at the Hot Spring

“Yukari!” the young mother called out.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Yukari Kojima ran downstairs and asked her mother.

"Why haven't you found a boyfriend yet?" Yukari Kojima's mother looked at her college-aged daughter with a worried expression. "Are you going to tell me that you're actually against marriage?"

Yukari Kojima's father was watching TV when he heard the discussion. He perked up his ears, seemingly indifferent, but actually quite concerned.

“No, I’m not against marriage.” Yukari Kojima shook her head. “I just haven’t found a boyfriend in the university area.”

Yukari Kojima's mother said, "But you didn't have a boyfriend in high school or college, which worries me a lot. Why don't you try finding one?"

When asked about her mother's request, Yukari Kojima smiled and shook her head: "I don't think it's necessary, Mom. For now, I want to focus on my studies and do well in my current studies so that I can prepare for my future job!"

“You can do your studies and date at the same time!” Yukari Kojima’s mother immediately said, and she even called on outside help: “Don’t you think so, honey?”

"Ah? Oh, yes, yes!" Yukari Kojima's father nodded immediately: "Your dad won your mom's heart back in high school!"

"Yes, your dad was really bold back then. He ran outside our classroom and confessed to me right in front of everyone. I was so shy I wanted to disappear into a crack!" Yukari Kojima's mother said, her face slightly flushed, clearly embarrassed.

“Of course, if I’m not fast enough, there are plenty of people who want to confess to you. What if I’m too late and you end up running off with someone else?” said Yukari Kojima’s father.