I became a girl group idol for my sister.

The performance was dazzling. Even though the dance moves and the crowds had been seen hundreds of times, at this moment, on this live stage, it brought a completely different feeling.

It was like a dazzling constellation of stars in the sky.

No, that's not right!

That was a dazzling sun. Those 16 girls singing and dancing on the stage were all suns, each shining their light on others, whether it was other team members or fans.

The woman at the very front of the center, with short hair, was Team S's Center, Higashi Hisako Ogiko. She shone like a star, several times brighter than the others, overshadowing and leading everything. Under her leadership, the entire team became one!

When the performance ended and people left the venue, Miyamoto Sei stood quietly in the crowd for a long time.

It's so great that I was able to come to this show today. If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have truly understood what kind of idols I was watching.

The atmosphere, the feeling, and the strange power that made it impossible to look away were all impacting his heart, and a voice was resounding in his mind.

This is a true idol!

"what……"

He exhaled deeply, and his right hand involuntarily gripped his left arm. Miyamoto felt his left arm trembling slightly.

Fear, apprehension.

The pressure, immense pressure, came with watching this performance. Was that dazzling realm truly something I could reach?

The grip on his left arm tightened slightly with his right hand, causing a slight pain in his left arm, which temporarily relieved his inner unease.

"It was already decided, wasn't it? Since they can reach that level, there's no reason why I can't, as long as I work hard enough..."

Miyamoto Sei's pale face regained some color, and he smiled slightly before finally taking a step forward.

He wasn't going home, but to a karaoke bar; he still needs to keep working hard!

……

"Brother, you seem to have been very busy lately?" During the meal, Miyamoto Yukiko looked at Miyamoto Sei. "And you smell nice, did you wear perfume?"

"No way!" Miyamoto Sei categorically denied wearing perfume, pointing to the bathroom: "I just bought new shower gel, it smells pretty good."

"Huh?" Miyamoto Yukiko stared at Miyamoto Sei suspiciously: "Don't you usually only ask that things be usable and cheap, and buy the most ordinary kinds of things?"

"I... I just feel like changing it up wouldn't be bad, what's wrong?"

"I knew it, brother, you're in love! Next time I see sister, I'm definitely going to tell her you're in love!"

"No, I'm not in a relationship! Women only affect my grades!"

Seeing Miyamoto Sei's intense reaction, Miyamoto Yukiko took a bite of rice and said, "That's true. After all, most girls are probably not as pretty as you, brother. Even if you like someone else, they'll probably feel inferior and won't want to be with you."

"Hey, that's really rude of you!"

“Anyway, we’re at home, no one can hear us, and besides, am I complimenting my brother’s good looks?” Miyamoto Yukiko laughed, to which Miyamoto Se could only facepalm: “I would rather you say I’m handsome than beautiful.”

As the brother and sister were talking, Miyamoto Sei's phone suddenly rang.

He quickly picked up his phone and saw that a new email had arrived.

Looking at the address that was sent, his hand holding the phone tightened slightly.

It was sent by the firm.

The information is something you can see directly by opening it, but it inexplicably puts pressure on you. Once you open it, everything will have a result in that instant.

Perhaps they will be selected, or perhaps they will be rejected.

If you get selected, that's fine; you can go to the offline audition. But what if you fail to get selected online?

"Brother, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly not eating?"

Miyamoto Yukiko's voice reached his ears, and Miyamoto Sei managed a slight smile.

"Nothing."

Then he opened the email.

[Ms. Nana Miyamoto, congratulations on passing the online audition and becoming one of the selected 1%. However, this is not the end. Please gather at the SKR Theater at 9:8 AM on August 1st and enter using the number you were given. We will be conducting the offline audition there.]

The surroundings became silent in that instant, and you could even hear your own heartbeat.

A surge of ecstasy rose from within, and an uncontrollable voice echoed in my mind.

It's over, it's really over!

He, a man, actually stood out from more than 20,000 applicants and got the chance to be selected in person!

Chapter 5 Offline Selection

East Ninth Time Zone, 8:50.

Akihabara, Tokyo, SKR Theater.

Miyamoto looked at the girls around him. The youngest was about 12 years old, and the oldest seemed to be under 20. They were all dressed very beautifully. If he had to describe it in one sentence, it would be that it was like the season for falling in love.

After all, for the sake of love, girls are always willing to dress themselves up to attract their partner's attention.

Just by looking at it, there are about two hundred people.

Two hundred or so people? I wonder how many will be chosen in the end. I have to work hard and absolutely can't underestimate them. I need to be among the top few to have any chance of getting in...

Miyamoto thought to himself, trying his best to control his body.

Although he had already undergone more than a month of training in women's clothing, the thought of being stared at by a group of people soon made him feel increasingly uneasy.

"Those with numbers, please collect your tickets and enter from this side," a staff member called out. There was also a sign at the entrance that read, "Staff Entrance Only, No Entry for Non-Staff."

Miyamoto took out his number, ran to the ticket machine, entered the number, and immediately a ticket came out. The ticket looked a bit special; it was an entrance ticket and also his number. The ticket in Miyamoto's hand had "128" written on it.

Upon entering, a large number of people were waiting at the door of the interviewer's room. They entered in batches of eight. Miyamoto Sei was number 128, so he was the last person in the sixteenth group.

How many times have you done this?

"This is my third time. How about you?"

"This is my fourth time. SKR's graduate school selection is too difficult... If I don't pass this time, I will go to university."

"Me too. If I don't pass this time, I'm going back to my hometown."

A low murmur of conversation drifted over. Miyamoto looked to the side and saw two girls whispering to each other. Although they had smiles on their faces, they didn't seem very confident, and there was a hint of stubbornness in their expressions.

Not only them, but many people around them also showed signs of unease; it could be said that not many people were confident.

They want to become idols, they want to succeed here, they want to showcase themselves on stage, and release their own light and heat.

They were just ordinary girls who harbored a dream called becoming idols.

Realizing this, Miyamoto closed his eyes.

He shouldn't have been here in the first place; he doesn't deserve to be an idol like him.

If I hadn't come, a girl would have been chosen, and now I'm very likely to take that spot away.

But he had to do it because he was also doing it for his own desires.

The goal is to get my sister into a better hospital.

People went in and came out in groups of eight, with staff occasionally popping their heads out from the doorway to urge the next group to go in.

And so they waited, until finally it was Miyamoto Sei's turn to be in Group Sixteen.

There were quite a few people in the review room. Miyamoto Sei saw that familiar figure, a sexy woman wearing sunglasses and who looked extremely well-maintained.

Risa Tenbei.

She was also one of the reviewers.

Besides Risa Tenbei, there were more than a dozen other people, each of whom looked extremely focused as they watched the candidates enter.

"Let's begin. Please come up on stage, number 121."

Without giving anyone a break, the interrogation began immediately upon entering. The girl, number 121, swayed her body energetically, trying her best to present herself in a short time and leave a good and lasting impression on the interrogators.

Then, number 122 and number 123 were the same; everyone did their best to showcase themselves in order to become the winner in this selection.

This is a war without gunfire.

Even without the smoke of gunpowder, it still appears extremely cruel.

"Please come up on stage, number 128."

I am a woman, I am a woman now, I am a woman right now, yes, I am a woman!

She mentally brainwashed herself repeatedly before getting up and walking forward. Her expression was neither smiling nor nervous; she stood naturally in front of the microphone, facing the group of examiners, as if she were on the street.

"Could you demonstrate one of your talents?"

As a routine, the first thing they do is ask you to sing or dance, and if possible, to do both.

Miyamoto opened his mouth into the microphone and sang the song he had prepared for a long time, SKR's own song "Hatsushin".

After practicing my singing skills diligently for over a month, I finally got the chance to showcase myself.

This was a simple a cappella performance, without any musical accompaniment, but even so, everyone present was slightly stunned.

It wasn't just the examiners, but also the girls who came to participate in the selection process.