A super great writer in the second dimension

　Even she herself knows that the song "Secret Base" is very good, evoking people's imagination, nostalgia for student holidays, and reminiscing about past romances. The fact that it sold 400,000 copies is largely due to the song itself.

　In other words, he was relying on President Aoyama.

　"If I gave you those popular AKB48 songs, how many do you think you could sell?"

　"One hundred thousand?" Qi Luoyi asked tentatively.

　Sanzenin Arashi pursed his lips. He himself didn't like to suppress someone, but his idol needed this kind of behavior to stimulate him. So now Sanzenin Arashi had no choice but to play the bad cop in front of Kira Tsubasa.

　"One hundred thousand?" He laughed. "Does Kira-chan know how many people attended AKB48's first performance?"

　"A thousand?" Qi Luoyi asked tentatively.

　Sanzenin Arashi drew a big X on the table.

　"No, there are seven people."

　"Huh?!"

　"Very surprised?"

　Kira Tsubasa nodded, "Yes... that AKB48 only had seven members attending..."

　“Unlike the performances that nowadays often have tens of thousands of audience members, AKB’s first performance really did have seven members. In fact, these seven fans were deliberately mythologized and called the ‘Kami 7’.” Sanzenin Arashi said meaningfully, “Now I’ll ask you again, how many sales do you think you could get if you sang an AKB song?”

　Qi Luoyi thought for a moment and said, "Fifty thousand?"

　“Reduce it by half again,” said Sanzenin Arashi. “This is still based on your original popularity among students.”

　"This..." Qi Luoyi couldn't help but think: Am I not suitable to be an idol?

　But then Sanzenin Arashi changed the subject again, saying, "Kira-chan is also doing quite well, and she's very suitable for the idol industry."

　"President..." Kira looked over in astonishment, "Didn't you just say?"

　Sanzenin Arashi recalled Yukinoshita's words.

　You need to make her feel that she can't live without you, and that she needs to rely on you to continue surviving in the idol industry.

　After thinking about it this way, he said, "Every idol racks their brains to increase their exposure in front of the camera."

　MusicStation is a super show that was originally only allowed to feature super groups like AKB, V6, Arashi, and SMAP.

　But you got promoted; this is my way of nurturing you.

　And the shows you've been attending these past few days—if it weren't for your agency, they would have found someone else.

　However, if you join another firm, these jobs won't be assigned to you; they'll be given to other employees.

　After hearing these words, Qi Luoyi lowered her head and began to think.

　Sanzenin Arashi gave her this time to think, allowing her to consider these matters; this was the purpose of this conversation.

　At this point, he himself became increasingly alarmed as he spoke.

　No wonder there are so many unspoken rules.

　This agency system is the real breeding ground for darkness; a group of artists are gathered together in one unit.

　It's practically like a palace intrigue story, isn't it?

　What's wrong with sacrificing your body to climb the ladder? It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh—that's what a celebrity said.

　Kira Tsubasa thought for a long time, while Sanzenin Arashi scrolled through a few tweets. This casual attitude made the girl feel like she was an insignificant character.

　But... for her, and for Kira Iori, Aoyama Arashi was indispensable.

　The tricks of a cunning minister.

　Sanzenin Arashi sneered inwardly, but at that moment, Kira Tsubasa said, "I'll do my best!"

　“Prove yourself with your next single. I’ll give you two weeks to write the song and then find Yunye to release it. Just say it was my order,” Sanzenin Arashi said. “It has to be your own original work. I won’t help you. I won’t write any songs for you until the sales results are out.”

　"Understood." Kira took a deep breath. "Thank you for your concern, President."

　“Ms. Yukinoshita Haruno, the general manager of NNV Studio, is my friend,” Sanzenin Arashi suddenly said.

　"President?" Kira Tsubasa seemed a little confused. "What does this mean?"

　“If your single is good enough, I’ll give you a song.” Sanzenin Arashi began to offer a sweet promise, “A song that’s on par with Secret Base, with the potential to make two million copies.”

　In fact, if Okamoto Mayo's "Tomorrow" had been managed properly, it could have easily reached three million copies sold, because it's just that good.

　Kira was overwhelmed by this sudden happiness. If Sanzenin Arashi had said those words from the beginning, the effect might not have been significant. However, the contrast now gave her a strange sense of joy.

　At this moment, Sanzenin Arashi quickly changed the subject, "Then it's about what I mentioned before."

　Be mindful of your personal conduct. Outside of that villa, you are an idol, and even more so, a particularly pure School Idol among idols. Don't let anyone discover any flaws in your behavior.

　Qi Luoyi was puzzled. Why did you suddenly bring this up?

　Sanzenin Arashi's next sentence made her turn pale with fright.

　“There are paparazzi following you. I’m going to take you to see them.”

　How we handle this kind of waste.

　Qi Luoyi felt a chill run down her spine.

　..

363. Push it against the wall.

　As an idol, Kira Tsubasa naturally needs to know what happens to those paparazzi.

　Whether it's AKB or V6, these hugely popular groups are basically surrounded by paparazzi and cameras all the time. Their companies will seize any opportunity to make things as messed with these people as possible.

　They themselves were aware of this.

　Lacking awareness and compassion, if you dare to use a camera to ruin an idol's life, you should be prepared to be killed yourself.

　A completely dark room.

　The middle-aged man lay on the ground covered in blood, his face distorted from the beating, but his life was not in danger. Seriously, SPs were skilled in torture; keeping someone alive was easy, but killing them was even easier.

　SP, a burly man in a black suit, sat to one side. On the table was a complete camera with a black strap hanging from it, which could be worn around the neck. SP had already quickly printed out the photos inside.

　These high-end photographic props used for voyeurism basically all have this function.

　The room was only about seven or eight square meters in size. There were cleaning tools such as mops and buckets piled up in the corner, as well as a table. The exit was just a security door.

　The incandescent light bulb emitted light, illuminating the entire room.

　At that moment, the door next to the room opened, and SP immediately stood up.

　He held up the photo and handed it to the person who came.

　Sanzenin Arashi entered the room and glanced to the side; the middle-aged man who had been secretly filming had already fainted.

　He originally didn't bother with these things, but the COCO duo also needed this kind of education.

　Chino once gave Sanzenin Arashi a glimmer of hope during a life-or-death night in Africa.

　This girl is already family, and the education of Qiluoyi today is actually just a side effect.

　“Hmm.” Flipping through the photos, Sanzenin Arashi nodded. “We can let him go now. It was just some ordinary photos.”

　The photos in his hand were almost all of Sanzenin Arashi herself, including pictures of her driving, walking, and even standing there drinking water.

　In addition, there are a few photos of Kira Tsubasa's daily routine of coming and going from NVR Company these past few days.

　In Japan, filming without the person's consent is illegal.

　"Yes, Master."

　SP dragged the middle-aged man out.

　Kira stood behind Sanzenin Arashi from the very beginning; she was terrified.

　The girl, who grew up in a peaceful country, found it hard to accept the indiscriminate use of violence. It was the first time she had seen someone beaten so badly, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

　This concludes the special idol debut welcome ceremony for Sanzenin Arashi.

　Go ahead and think about it, go ahead and struggle with it.

　……

　Since receiving the music from Sanzenin Arashi, Nishikino Maki has been practicing it continuously.

　Using my brain to think and my body to feel, I sat down at the piano and finally finished the piece.

　Just as class was starting, the girl suddenly had a burst of inspiration. She seized this fleeting moment, filled in the lyrics, and then went to the school's music room alone, where she sat down at the piano and began to play.

　Long live loving you!

　She played the piece over and over again, and could play it flawlessly even with her eyes closed. Nishikino Maki's petite body was enveloped by the melody.

　Then she began to sing along with the melody.

　【爱してるばんざーい，ここでよかった】

　Singing is a very emotional thing, and Maki Nishikino was completely immersed in it.

　Like a musician, he showed a serious and absorbed expression.

　【ほらforwardいて】

　After singing the last line, Maki Nishikino breathed a sigh of relief.

　So comfortable.

　It's like wrapping your arms around your shoulders, squeezing your legs together to form a "1" shape, and then stretching comfortably.

　Feeling refreshed.

　clap clap clap...

　A round of applause came from the doorway, and Nishikino Maki jumped and turned her head to look.

　A girl stood at the door watching her.

　The face was pressed against the glass door, its features compressed into a bizarre pose.

　And then they were still clapping!

　"Eh--?!"

　Honoka Kousaka's mind was already filled with that melody.

　Standing at the door at this moment, Honoka Kousaka, her heart filled with passion, probably never thought of one thing.

　Because I don't think about it, I'm full of confidence.

　Maki Nishikino felt something was off, "Who is it, that guy..."

　I was getting ready to go home as usual when my phone rang.

　The girl took it out and saw the words "Qingshan Lan" displayed on it.

　"Teacher Aoyama?"

　"It's me. There's something I want to tell you," Sanzenin Arashi's voice rang out.

　"Um, the lyrics are already written. If it's alright?" Nishikino Maki was taken aback. "Oh, teacher, please go first."

　"Write a song for me."

　"Huh?" Nishikino Maki wondered if she had misheard.

　It's like a college student suddenly seeing Einstein come over and ask him—how do you do this problem?

　"Write me a song suitable for a current idol to sing, with the style limited to piano, and then give this song to someone named Honoka Kousaka, is that okay?"

　"Why?" Maki Nishikino couldn't help but ask.

　On the other end of the phone, Sanzenin Arashi was facing her computer, her phone tucked between her shoulder and her fingers typing on the keyboard.

　He is writing a business plan.

　In Word, the title is "μs".

　“Little Maki, this is a very sincere request from the teacher,” said Sanzenin Arashi.

　"Huh?" Nishikino Maki was completely confused.

　"Of course, if I personally commission you, then I'll pretend this never happened."