Substitute Toyokawa Shoko, you can become stronger by breathing

Yutenji Wakamugi bit her lower lip, struggling internally. On one hand, she was afraid of Toyokawa Shoko, and on the other, she was hungry and ambitious for fame.

Finally, she sighed and her eyes fell on the mask on the table - the pink mask that represented "Amoris".

"Just wait a little longer..." she said to herself, but her voice was not as firm as before, "Just wait a little longer..."

...

I see Miao Meng secretly forming cliques and trying to divide the country; Yawata Hailing imitates Zhao Gao pointing at a deer and covets the throne; Sanjiao Chuhua harbors Sima Zhao's ambition and actually wants to do the deeds of Cao Xiangpi. It is even more regrettable that Ye Mu appears gentle on the outside but harbors a sharp edge on the inside, and he needs my empty words to comfort him every day!

——Isn’t this hen card a case of ‘trying to get rid of jackals but feeding tigers and leopards instead’?

After sending the message, Kujo Renji couldn't help but sigh.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains onto the floor, forming a thin silver line.

The text message from Yutenji Wakamaki was still lit on the phone screen.

Toyokawa Shoko's voice echoed in the consciousness space: "Are you sure you want to do this? Allow her to reveal her face at the last stop?"

Kujo Renji gently put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and relaxed his body.

The blue hair fell on her shoulders, shining softly under the dim light.

"She can't hold it back anymore," he whispered back. "People like that are most easily manipulated when they think they're about to get what they want."

"But once the unveiling starts..." Toyokawa Shoko's tone was filled with dissatisfaction and worry.

His fingers picked up the water glass on the table and turned it gently: "That's the introduction I need."

"Introduction?" Toyokawa Shoko's voice was filled with confusion.

Kujo Renji did not answer immediately. He stood up and walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the night view of Tokyo unfolded before his eyes.

The glow of neon lights dances between the tall buildings, like countless tiny lives struggling in the darkness.

At this moment, the phone suddenly vibrated, and a message from Ishikawa Shunya appeared on the screen.

Kujo Renji picked up his phone and quickly browsed the contents.

"Ms. Toyokawa, according to your instructions, the cooperation plan has been finalized. Please check the attachments and let me know if any adjustments are necessary."

Jiujo Renji clicked on the attachment, and a beautiful business cooperation plan appeared on the screen. The title read:

"UTENDERA WAKAMAE Artist Independence Plan".

"Huh? When did you let her specify the plan?" Toyokawa Shoko was a little shocked.

"While you were asleep."

Kujo Renji responded while concentrating on reading the contents of the plan.

Ishikawa Shunya's efficiency was satisfactory. In just a few days, he completed a plan that was astonishingly detailed.

The proposal details the various resources to be provided to Yutenji Ruomai:

A first-line management team, top stylists, well-known music producers, exposure opportunities on major media platforms, and up to 30 million yen in publicity funds. The terms are extremely generous, almost unimaginable for ordinary new artists.

But behind these attractive conditions lies a carefully designed trap.

The core terms of the contract clearly stated: After signing the contract, Yutenji Wakami must immediately announce his departure from Ave mujica and re-debut as an independent artist.

More obscure clauses are buried in the fine print: the copyright of all works belongs to the company, the use of the artist's image is strictly restricted, event arrangements must be made solely by the company, and liquidated damages can be as much as five times the total contract value...

This is not an artist contract, but a trap agreement. Once signed, Yutenji Wakamu will be bound forever and become a puppet at the mercy of others.

The corner of Jiujo Renji's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and he tapped his fingers on the screen to reply:

"I have received the proposal and the content is as expected. Add one more clause: If she asks about Ave Mujica, tell her it is an exclusive contract and Ave Mujica will not be an obstacle to her future development."

Ishikawa Shunya's reply came almost immediately:

"Understood. I have modified it as requested. Ms. Toyokawa, if you don't mind, I'd like to confirm what the ultimate purpose of this contract is?"

Jiujo Renji thought for a moment, then replied:

"test."

Ishikawa Shunya seemed to understand this short answer very well and replied:

"Understood. When will the contract be presented to the target?"

Jiujo Liansi's finger slid lightly across the screen:

"After the Tokyo station. When she tasted the sweetness of success but had not yet achieved ultimate satisfaction. That was the moment when she was most susceptible to temptation."

"Yes, I will arrange it." Ishikawa Shunya's reply was still concise and respectful.

Kujo Renji put down his phone and turned back to the table. He could sense Toyokawa Shoko's uneasiness and confusion in her consciousness.

Shoko Toyokawa finally understood what Renji Kujo wanted to do.

But her first thought was not that if she signed this contract, Yutenji Wakami's life would be ruined.

But...

"What if she refuses to sign?"

"Then she has passed the test and proved her loyalty."

Kujo Renji replied casually:

"By then, I will fulfill my promise and have her unveil her mask at the Osaka station... as a member of Ave mujica."

Thinking about this carefully designed plan, Toyokawa Shoko couldn't help but sigh:

"Are you always like this? Preparing traps and escape routes for everyone?"

Kujo Renji closed the document and said with a chuckle:

“The only way to control a situation is to anticipate all possibilities and prepare a response for each one.”

He walked to the window and looked at the stars in the Tokyo night sky. "There are only two kinds of people in this world—the manipulators and the manipulated. And I will never allow myself to be the latter."

——Well, there aren’t really any stars.

The light pollution in Tokyo is so serious that the sky is gray.

But this pose is still pretty cool.

Shoko Toyokawa fell silent in her consciousness.

Over the past few days, she gradually saw the true nature of Kujo Renji - a person in power who was accustomed to controlling everything, a planner who could clearly calculate people's hearts.

But she also had to admit that it was this quality that allowed Ave Mujica to achieve amazing success in a short period of time.

but...

With this kind of personality, how did he get backstabbed in his previous life?

Shoko Toyokawa suddenly began to doubt her original guess.

"Do you think she will take the bait?" Shoko Toyokawa finally asked.

Jiujo Renji looked at the contract in his hand and explained patiently:

"The greatest weakness of human nature is greed. Especially when you have tasted the sweetness once and it is forcibly taken away from you, that desire will become doubly strong."

He put the contract in a drawer:

"Yutenji Wakami has experienced fame once, and the pain of loss. Now, when a seemingly shortcut is presented to her..."

"She actually only has one choice left."

......

PS: This chapter is 9,800, which can barely be considered a five-in-one.

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Chapter 63: Hachiman Hailing, you can go now

As a social animal, humans’ desire for “group” is an instinct engraved in their DNA.

This desire has evolved from telling stories around the campfire in primitive tribes to refreshing messages on mobile phones in modern times. The form has changed, but the essence remains the same.

This kind of group chat behavior has also spawned a unique ecosystem:

There's always that night owl who's always online, that mysterious person who only posts emojis, that topic terminator who drops bombs, that slow-talker who replies "just saw it" five hours late, and that professional lurker...

And now, there are four "divers" hidden in the new "Ave mujica" work group formed for the Tokyo tour.

Ever since that tense conflict, the atmosphere in the work group has become quite delicate.

It wasn't until 8:37 p.m. Thursday that the screen finally lit up.

[Doloris]: "Good evening everyone! I just received photos of the Tokyo Station venue from Mr. Nakamura, and it looks amazing! The stage is even bigger than Yokohama Station!"

——Oh my God, it’s Lady Chuhua, she broke the atmosphere!

At the request of "Toyokawa Shoko", the nicknames of different members in this group chat were changed to their code names in the band.

[Doloris]: "Also, I've designed some new stage moves that I'd like to try out with everyone during rehearsal. @OblivionisXiaoxiang, what do you think?"

In a corner of the apartment, Kujo Renji looked at the screen of his mobile phone and couldn't help but sigh.

Alas, Chuhua, although you are a loyal minister, you still misunderstand the emperor's will.

I don't intend to let them go just like that.

Although his inner thoughts were dark, he still typed on the screen:

【Oblivionis】: "Sounds good. I'll show it to everyone during rehearsal tomorrow."

Almost at the same time, Yutenji Wakamugi, who had been silent for a long time, also sent a message:

【Amoris】: "New action! So exciting! @Doloris初华's creativity! I can't wait to see it!"

In Yutenji Wakamu's apartment, the purple-haired girl stared at the message she had sent, the expression on her face in stark contrast to the cheerful words on the screen.

Ever since she learned that she could reveal her identity at the last stop, she had bigger plans in mind.

The enthusiasm he put on at this moment was just a cover for the ambition that was growing in his heart.

She was about to send a cute emoji when an unexpected name appeared in the chat box:

【Timoris】: "I will arrive early tomorrow and need to adjust the tone of my bass."

Hachiman Kairei's message was brief and professional, as if the conflict the day before had never happened.

The group chat suddenly fell into a tense state. No one responded directly to Hachiman Kailing, but no one ignored her either.

Sanjiao Chuhua sensed that this delicate balance had been broken and quickly sent a new message:

Doloris: "Great! Everyone's so enthusiastic! We're sure to surprise the Tokyo crowd this time! I've also prepared some new costume ideas and would love to hear your opinions..."

She attached several hand-drawn sketches with bright colors. The style is slightly different from Ave Mujica's previous Gothic style, and is more modern and energetic.

Yutenji Wakamaki immediately responded:

【Amoris】: "What a great design! Especially the cuffs, they really suit the stage!"

Oblivionis: "The design is good, but we need to pay attention to its coordination with the music theme. We'll discuss it in detail tomorrow."

Hachiman Kairei didn't respond to the topic of clothing at all, but suddenly got to the point:

Timoris: "Regarding the program arrangement, I have a few suggestions. The audience structure at Tokyo Station is different from that at Yokohama, so appropriate adjustments should be made."

This sudden professional proposal made the atmosphere in the group chat tense again.

In front of the mobile phone screen, Yutenji Wakami stopped what he was doing, and Sankaku Hatsuka bit her lower lip, not knowing how to respond to this obvious "offside" behavior - song arrangement has always been the exclusive domain of Toyokawa Shoko.

The tense silence lasted for nearly a minute. Suddenly, a name that rarely spoke in the group chat appeared on the screen:

【Mortis】: "I... like Chuhua's design."

In Wakaba Mu's apartment, a girl with light green hair sat on the edge of the bed, a hint of anxiety in her golden eyes.

She was not good at handling conflicts, and she didn't know how to deal with such undercurrents in the team.

But she could feel the suffocating atmosphere and understood that her silence might be misinterpreted as taking sides.

Sanjiao Chuhua immediately grabbed this life-saving straw:

[Doloris]: "Thank you, Mu! I love the mask you're wearing the most, so I designed this top just for you, with the gold details!"

Obviously, in the minds of others, Wakaba Mu's position is crucial.