I became a girl group idol for my sister.

She didn't linger in front of Watanabe Hikaru, but simply walked up to him.

Chapter 81 The Weight of a Letter

Miyamoto looked at the haggard woman in front of him. This woman did not have the excitement one would have when seeing their idol. Rather, she looked at Miyamoto with a somewhat confused expression, as if she did not really recognize the person in front of her.

And this person doesn't seem to be a fan of Watanabe Hikaru, so what is he doing here? Could it be that he has some unspeakable reason?

"Hello there!"

Miyamoto Sei smiled and spoke first.

"Hello, Ms. Miyamoto! Hello!" she said, finally becoming somewhat excited. She reached out and grasped Miyamoto's hands, her palms sweaty, and even her polite words were full of genuine emotion.

"My son and I are your fans. He's been in the hospital and hasn't been able to come here, so he wanted me to come and see you. Thank you for your performance on stage. Your performance has been a great support for him, allowing him to smile even when he's in the hospital!"

The woman spoke in a hurry, but Miyamoto was stunned by what she said. He never expected that the woman who came to him would say such a thing.

A fan who was hospitalized had his mother come all the way here to support him.

"Thank you for your child's support, I will continue to work hard!"

Miyamoto smiled. There was no time for idle chatter here. What could be said in just 10 seconds? The woman then took out a letter and handed it to Miyamoto.

"This is a letter he wrote, asking me to give it to you!"

"Thank you, I received it. I'll watch it carefully after the event!" Miyamoto took the letter and thanked the woman: "Thank you for sending it. Please also thank your child for me. I'm very happy to have his support!"

"I will, I will..."

As the woman spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, and she seemed to be in a bad mood. Miyamoto wanted to ask her a question, but he was unsure whether it would be appropriate.

After 10 seconds, the staff member who was standing by came up.

The woman seemed to want to say something, but in the end she said nothing and obediently walked out. Seeing her like this, Miyamoto felt very uncomfortable, so he whispered to the staff member next to him, "Could you help me ask about the address of her child's hospital?"

“This…” The staff member hesitated for a moment, but Miyamoto Sei continued, “It’s alright. If there are any problems, just say that I instructed you to do it.”

"I'll go ask right away." The staff member nodded and quickly followed after him.

Ten seconds isn't enough time for a woman to reveal much, and it's obvious she's hiding something. Plus, the other woman's child is his fan, so he's determined to find out what's going on.

Watching all this unfold, Watanabe Hikaru whispered, "Nana-neechan, if you go around asking fans for their addresses like that, people will talk about it!"

"The hospital? It's fine. Besides, if something really happens to him, as his idol, I might be able to do something..."

Watanabe Hikaru laughed: "Remember to tell Amagai-sensei in advance, and it's best to have a staff member go with you in this kind of situation!"

"Thanks for the reminder, Hikari-chan!"

Miyamoto Sei also smiled, and the two continued to shake hands with the fans who came up.

Time passed little by little, and finally, after about half an hour, Miyamoto Sei was called away by Hasegawa Subaru.

"Your break time!"

“Okay, Mr. Hasegawa!” Miyamoto nodded and walked over, only to be stopped by Hasegawa Subaru: “What do you need the fans’ addresses for?”

“That woman’s child is a fan of mine, and it seems to be in the hospital. I’m thinking of going to see him myself if I can,” Miyamoto said.

Subaru Hasegawa stared at Miyamoto Sei for a while, then took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "In the future, remember to tell me about these things first, or you can also tell Amagai-sensei."

"Thank you, Mr. Hasegawa." Miyamoto Sei smiled as he accepted the paper. Then Hasegawa Subaru continued, "Also, if you're going, remember to let me know. I'll arrange for staff to go with you, since you don't have your own managers right now."

Miyamoto nodded. "Thank you."

"Alright, go and rest first. We still have to go back for the handshake event later."

Miyamoto said goodbye to Hasegawa Subaru and then went to the lounge. The lounge was full of graduate students, and none of them looked particularly good. Even Komatsu Mika had a sullen face.

"Alright, cheer up!"

Miyamoto shouted, instantly breaking the tense atmosphere.

"It's so painful. I'm being ignored everywhere, and no one is willing to shake my hand..." Shimada Yurina leaned against the wall, sitting on the ground with her legs spread apart, looking listless.

"Those people are really... they have no manners at all! They even extended their hands, but they didn't even shake hands and just walked away! At least shake hands, that's basic courtesy!" Hayami Asuka complained.

Haruka Kojima and Nai Yokoyama also looked somber, completely unlike their usual selves.

"I mean, isn't everyone mistaken about something?"

Miyamoto suddenly spoke, which drew everyone's attention.

"Our handshake events are just normal interactions with fans? Greeting them? No, it's not like that!"

Yurina Shimada asked doubtfully, "Isn't that right?"

“We meet with fans, shake hands with them, and interact like friends, right?” Rika Kusunobe said.

"The question is, do you feel nervous or excited when you chat with your friends?" Miyamoto asked again.

The group looked at each other and then shook their heads.

“That’s right. But fans get excited and nervous when they see their idols. Even after shaking hands and talking, it’s hard for them to come out of that state. They’re not in a normal state at that time, so you can’t make those demands.”

Miyamoto smiled as he said this.

“This is not a meeting between friends. Don’t forget our identities with them. We are idols and they are fans. Meetings between idols and fans always take place on stage.”

He shared his thoughts during the handshake and then gave the final definition.

"Even if it's only for 10 seconds, in those 10 seconds, we are idols to that person. So, the way we are during the performance is the same way we are when we shake hands!"

These people were all comrades who had fought their way through from the very beginning. They had participated in so many theater performances and the demanding Shibuya Public Hall performance, and their will had already been tempered. When Miyamoto Sei pointed out the true nature of the handshake event, the group of people laughed.

"I understand. I will face them with my performance on stage!" Miyu Nagayasu gently clenched her fist: "Even if no one shakes my hand, I will always maintain my 100% performance!"

Yurina Shimada also stood up from the ground, clapped her hands, and said, "Alright! Let's do it the way Nana said. I'm full of fighting spirit now!"

Mika Komatsu's lips curled up slightly, but she didn't say anything.

At this moment, Miyamoto Sei had already arrived beside Kojima Haruka.

"Smile more. Your smile is so cute. I think you'll definitely attract fans."

"Ah, Nana-san!"

Haruka Kojima quickly stood up. Although she was Miyamoto Sei's senior, she found it difficult to act like one in front of these juniors.

After all, whether in terms of strength, popularity, or management, the other party is better than him.

The people in the ninth cohort are all quite remarkable.

"I think Haruka-chan's smile is captivating, and I'm sure the fans also want to see Haruka-senpai's smile, so please meet their expectations!"

Miyamoto spoke again, unsure of the effect his words would have on Kojima Haruka, but at least he had spoken, and he hoped that Kojima Haruka could break free from her predicament.

"Thank you, I'll give it a try, no, I'll definitely succeed in facing my fans!" Kojima Haruka said, a faint smile on her face.

Although it was faint, at least she smiled now.

Phew, problem solved. Let's take a look at that letter.

Miyamoto breathed a sigh of relief and took out the letter the woman had given him.

I opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. Upon opening it, I saw black characters in neat and legible handwriting, clearly written stroke by stroke.

[Miyamoto Nana-neechan:]

to whom It May Concern

Time marches on, and the memories of summer are still fresh, but now the time for the birth of the saint is fast approaching.

Thank you for reading my letter. I hope it has not bothered you.

I don't know when I started living in the hospital, but if my memory serves me right, it's been about a year or two.

For me, that small room in the hospital was my world, while the nurses and my mother who came to visit me were just passersby in that world.

At first, I didn't know what illness I had, but seeing my mother quietly crying, I kept thinking that I must have some very serious illness, so serious that I might never be able to leave this little world that belongs to me.

It wasn't until I overheard the nurses talking that I finally found out what disease I had.

It's a really serious disease. They said it's late-stage lung cancer and there's no way to treat it. My only future is death.

Sister Qinai, I am not a good child. I had a big fight with my mother that day because she kept telling me that my illness could be cured, but now I am beyond saving. I feel that she has deceived me. I am just a piece of trash with no future.

I'm terrified that I'll lose everything—not just friends, not my mother, but even this little world that's mine now, a world all to myself...

I don't know how to face my mother. She won't blame me, but I blame myself. I hurt her in that situation, yelling at her so loudly. And I felt that since I was going to die anyway, I should just give up and not think about anything...

Until I saw your performance, Sister Qina, I saw how passionate and energetic you were on stage. You didn't look sick at all, but you endured the high temperature of over 40 degrees Celsius that day and persevered until the end of the performance.

Even the nurses at the hospital are talking about you, saying that what you did could easily put your life in danger.

I find it hard to imagine someone doing something like this for the sake of a performance, but after reading the news about you, saying that you did this simply because you didn't want to disappoint your fans and that as the center of the team, you have to be responsible on stage, I suddenly felt like my eyes were filled with light!

Even if it might have a huge impact on me, even if it might endanger my life, at least I can let myself shine with that dazzling light!

I believe you are not unafraid of death, but you still chose this path. I am truly shocked that people can actually face such predicaments head-on!

I also hope that I can be like you, at least in my limited life, in the time before death comes, maybe a few years, maybe only a few days, I can live a more sunny, happier, more joyful, and more meaningful life.

For example, I could apologize to my mother and thank her for taking such good care of me all this time.