I became a girl group idol for my sister.

It is precisely because of fans like these that these people on stage can be continuously propelled forward...

However, he ultimately did not belong there, because from the very beginning, his identity was flawed.

A feeling of loss welled up inside me...

"call……"

As Miyamoto let out a slow breath, he carefully considered the events of the past few days, including the request that Amagai Risa had suddenly made.

Actually, this is also an opportunity. If we can make this Shibuya Public Hall performance a success, it will be an excellent springboard for the team members.

Mika's relationship with the others is actually quite harmonious now. Having understood her character, they are no longer so hostile towards her. As for Miyu, she is like the group's darling, and everyone likes her very much. This time, performing in front of two thousand people in court can also make her more confident.

But she is definitely more confident than before, and the others have successfully become official idols. When that time comes, I can leave, right...?

After all, a successful girl group doesn't need a ticking time bomb like me.

Moreover, I was forced into it; I never intended to become an idol...

Miyamoto Sei's expression turned somewhat somber as he pondered.

"Wow, big news!" Suddenly, someone shouted. It was Kenta Iwagami, who followed the SKR girl group every day. He looked at his phone and was very shocked: "A performance will be held at Shibuya Public Hall in one and a half months, on November 24th, Thanksgiving!"

"Holding a performance here isn't exactly news, is it?"

"Pshaw, I thought it was some big news. Didn't the last Yoyogi concert have tens of thousands of people?"

"Yeah, performing at Shibuya Public Hall isn't exactly news, but if you put it that way, it doesn't seem like a bad idea to go check it out."

Listening to the discussion, Kenta Iwagami shook his head and said, "No, no, they're not official members, but trainees. It's just a trainee performance, starting at 11 PM on November 24th! Tickets are 3000 yen."

The group immediately lost interest upon hearing that the person was a graduate student.

"A graduate student? It costs 3000 yen to see a graduate student. The ticket price is also only 3000 yen for a regular member."

"Yeah, even though it's in Shibuya Public Hall, and the environment is better than the SKR Theater, it still feels a bit unfair considering I'm a graduate student."

"With that time and money, I'd rather use it to get something to eat or buy a game. Wouldn't that be more comfortable?"

"That's right, if you want me to take out this money, you should at least make me a full member!"

"Anyway, some people will definitely be rejected and stay in their graduate student positions, or they will be dismissed. After all, when new graduate students arrive, there will definitely be more talented people."

They talked like that without any restraint, and Miyamoto listened without saying a word.

"Miyamoto, what do you think about this?"

Kenta Iwagami suddenly turned to look at Miyamoto Sei and asked.

At this moment, the others also looked at Miyamoto Sei.

"Miyamoto? Doesn't he dislike idol worship?"

"He's probably not familiar with this kind of thing, after all, he's a homebody and a total shut-in."

"That's right, otaku only like two-dimensional characters."

Miyamoto felt somewhat uncomfortable looking at these guys who were saying such things with smiles on their faces.

I've seen all the hard work those people put in, and I don't care if they call me a shut-in or a two-dimensional character, since it's just my hobby. But it's infuriating to see those people who work so hard every day being casually called that by uninformed people.

“I support this view. There will always be people who fail to get in. After all, talented people are always in the minority, right?” Miyamoto smiled. “Just like in exams, there will always be people who are at the bottom and fail to get into university or even a vocational college in the future.”

"Even in sports that you're good at, you'll encounter people who are better than you. That's how big the gap is between people. In the end, after several years, I still couldn't get into a sports school."

His expression was so friendly, but what he said left everyone in front of him stunned.

"But no matter what, does not having talent mean you shouldn't try? Not being able to compare with others means you shouldn't work hard? After all, it's your dream, isn't it? If even people who work hard for their dreams can be ridiculed like this..."

Miyamoto Sei spread his hands, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's all you've got."

This sentence immediately ignited someone's anger.

"You boy!"

"Do you want to die?"

"Want to fight?!"

The group immediately started rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight. Kenta Iwagami's eyes widened when he saw this.

"Wait, wait a minute, don't fight!"

"Oh ho, so you're planning to fight me?" Miyamoto Sei, the target, maintained his smile. "Is it because so much time has passed that you've forgotten who I am?"

Miyamoto's attitude immediately intimidated the group. They then recalled that this person, who rarely caused trouble, had beaten up an upperclassman when he first arrived at the school, reportedly sending him to the hospital.

That's why, over the years, no older students have dared to cause him any trouble.

If Miyamoto Sei weren't usually a very quiet person who rarely attended parties, he would definitely be the big boss of Misaka High School.

This is quite natural, after all, before his grandfather died, Miyamoto Sei was forced by his grandfather to learn the family's secret techniques for a long time in the forest of his hometown. Among the three of them, and even including his grandfather's daughter and his mother, he was the only inheritor.

That's why Yukiko Miyamoto, her sister, is so at ease and not worried at all that her brother would be bullied at school.

Ignoring the guys, Miyamoto Sei stood up and walked outside.

At the doorway, he paused slightly as he saw Yukari Kojima.

This person was a fan of his, and had even come to his birthday festival. Miyamoto Sei didn't dare to show any particular reaction. He paused slightly, then started walking past her again.

He is now Miyamoto Sei, not Miyamoto Nana.

Yukari Kojima turned to look at Miyamoto Sei, who was leaving, and then spoke.

"Class is about to start."

Ignoring her, Miyamoto continued walking.

"Hey, class is about to start, where are you going?" Yukari Kojima chased after her and grabbed Miyamoto Sei's sleeve.

Miyamoto froze slightly, not expecting the other person to be calling him, but he quickly composed himself and turned to look at the other person.

"Are you calling me?"

"Is there anyone else here besides you?" Yukari Kojima looked Miyamoto up and down. "Miyamoto... classmate, right? Do you have any relatives or anything like that?"

She discovered something, and it's normal to have doubts after such close contact.

"Yes, I have an older sister and a younger sister, all of my family."

姐姐？！

Yukari Kojima was overjoyed and quickly asked, "So what does your sister do now?"

"I'm a student, but I've been in the hospital for the past few months. The doctor said it will take some time before I can be officially discharged," Miyamoto replied naturally.

"I'm sorry, I asked something I shouldn't have." Upon hearing this, Yukari Kojima quickly bowed slightly, looking somewhat flustered about asking such a question.

Seeing the other person's nervous state, Miyamoto suddenly recalled the scene when the other person first high-fived her, and she was much more nervous back then than she was now.

"No, it's nothing. You can't predict the future, and my sister will be discharged soon anyway, so it's not a bad thing." Miyamoto smiled and waved his hand. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

Seeing that smile, Yukari felt a chill run down her spine, a strange sense of unease creeping over her. She felt dizzy and mumbled, "Ah, um, please, please be careful on the road."

Please? Why are you suddenly using honorifics?

Miyamoto Sei was puzzled, but she still turned and left. Watching Miyamoto Sei's departing figure, Kojima Yukari was startled by the sudden ringing of the bell.

"No, wait, I clearly said I was going to start class!"

She gently touched her chest; her heart was pounding, even harder than usual.

The smile was ordinary, but at that moment, she felt a flutter in her heart...

It was as if I had encountered something that fascinated me.

What... what's going on? He's just a man with a woman's face, and he doesn't have any manly aura. Why do I feel this way?

Could it be because of what he said just now for those graduate students and for Nana-chan?

She thought blankly.

Chapter Fifty-Six: The Church Bells [Third Update]

The work area for the official members of the girl group SKR.

"Huh?! Graduate students are supposed to put on a performance for 2,000 people on the 24th of next month?"

"And it's said that if this requirement isn't met, then everyone will be sidelined for a year!"

“This…” Sakagami Minami looked at the conversation among her companions and a worried expression appeared on her face: “Will Nana and the others be in trouble?”

"I don't know. The only information posted online right now is that the trainee performance will be held from 6 pm to 8 pm on November 24th, and the ticket price is 3000 yen. There's nothing else. In other words, people outside don't know about the fact that the trainees will be suspended for a year if they don't meet the requirements."

As Kato Asiko spoke, she frowned slightly.

"The reason for not revealing it is probably because they think it will garner sympathy votes?"

"This is too tragic! Right now, people outside probably think that the graduate student is a new member who was heavily promoted by the operations team, but they don't know that this is forcing the graduate student to take a huge gamble!"

The members of Team S and Team R, who had previously been replaced, were more or less worried, while the members of Team K were also wondering what was going on.

A girl with pigtails looked at the screen above the dance studio, which showed graduate students dancing; it was a replay of a performance from one day.