My daily life is getting weird because I am caught between being in a band and being an idol.

But upon closer and objective reflection, rather than admitting that I recruited them... it seems most of them came on their own... Haha... In the end, it was all thanks to God's gift...

Thinking of this, Chaoyang's pride diminished considerably, and he patted his cheeks to remind himself that everything he had gained was a fluke, not his true ability, and he couldn't afford to be complacent.

Standing at the school building entrance facing the sun, I then spoke to the grasshopper in the moonlit village.

the other side.

While eating a sandwich on the school rooftop, Tsukimura Tetsuya was still feeling down.

Hmm... He was supposed to come and sign the contract with me today... Why hasn't he come yet...? Has he changed his mind?... Wait, maybe he's fallen for someone else?... Or maybe he's lost? Should I look for him on campus?... Wait, thinking about it, I'm not even sure if he's on campus. He's not even a student; he has no obligation to come.

Lost in thought, she put down her sandwich, picked up her phone, and stared blankly at the screen. Just then, the phone suddenly rang, and an incoming caller ID popped up on the screen. She was startled and instinctively tried to lift the phone with both hands, but she accidentally used too much force, and the phone flew out of her hands.

Because she was sitting on a bench near the edge of the school building's rooftop, the flying phone flew over the barbed wire fence and plummeted straight down to the ground. At that moment, Chaoyang was standing at the school building entrance making a phone call.

According to Murphy's Law, anything bad can happen, no matter how small the probability.

It's clear that this has now been achieved.

The hand struck him squarely on the head.

"Paji!"

Chaoyang collapsed to the ground as if he were a corpse.

"Pro-Ro-Diusa!!!!!"

On the rooftop.

Clinging to the barbed wire with both hands, Tsukimura Tetsuya, witnessing all this, cried out desperately towards the fallen Asahi.

Chapter 114 A slight punishment.

As Chaoyang slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling and a faint smell of medicine, which made him vaguely realize that he was in the school infirmary.

As soon as he woke up, a dull ache in his head made him frown. His hand involuntarily went to his forehead, and his fingertips touched the bandage, which brought a slightly cool sensation.

Just as he was processing the situation, he suddenly heard a girl's voice filled with surprise and joy.

"Producer!"

Immediately afterward, a petite figure pounced on the chair beside the bed with urgent and excited force. Before he could react, Chaoyang felt a thrust at his waist, his hands flailing wildly as he almost fell onto her.

"Producer, I'm so sorry! I'm really sorry!"

Her voice trembled with a hint of sobbing as she hugged him tighter, as if afraid the sunrise would vanish.

"Wait a minute, Tsukimura-kun! He has a wound on his head, don't suddenly put any impact on him! The wound will reopen!"

The school doctor, who was sitting at her desk, rushed over and pulled her away.

The school doctor, after touching the green onion, was also worried about Chaoyang's health, and reluctantly parted ways.

"...Does the producer remember me? What's my name?"

Still somewhat dazed as he looked at the rising sun, Yuecun immediately began to confirm Chaoyang's memories.

"Stop messing around, I'm just trying to remember what happened... Can someone explain...? I remember before I passed out... it was... in front of the school building, so what happened...?"

"..."

In an instant, Yuecun stopped talking, took out a thick envelope from his coat pocket, and placed it in Chaoyang's hand.

The perpetrator has been identified!

"It is you!"

The shape of the hand is self-explanatory.

So what hit my head?

"...My phone..."

"You bastard! Don't go to the rooftop again. Seriously, if someone investigates this, it could be assault!"

Chaoyang glanced at the unopened envelope, but having handled money many times, he estimated it to be around 20 yuan based on its thickness.

"Alright, I won't stand on ceremony with you. I'll take this money as a lesson for you."

After he finished speaking, he looked meaningfully at the man with a smile on his face.

She bit her lip, clearly mentally prepared, and nodded. In her heart, however, she was silently bidding farewell to all the delicious food.

This month I can only eat bread. Ramen... pork cutlet rice bowl... curry... Goodbye...

Tears welled in her eyes, but she forced herself to remain calm and maintained an extremely cold expression.

Looking at her feigned composure, Chaoyang suddenly had the urge to tease her. He smiled slightly, leaned closer to her, and whispered something.

"However, this money doesn't seem enough... How about you spend another night with me tonight as compensation? Don't tell anyone, come to the place I specify after school, and I'll give it to you later~"

"You, you bastard! How could you!"

"Hoo hoo hoo~ Don't let the teacher find out! Otherwise, your idol career will be ruined!"

Her hands were so raw she was almost crying, her eyes filled with grievance and anger, and she glared at the rising sun through gritted teeth.

I completely misjudged you!!!

After saying this, her eyes reddened slightly, and she turned and ran out of the infirmary, leaving as if she were fleeing.

Chaoyang stood there watching as his hand moved from a whirlwind to a clumsy, lifeless stance.

"Huh? Tsukimura-kun is leaving already? I thought we'd chat for a bit longer. Oh! Why didn't that kid take his broken phone with him?! Seriously..."

The school doctor saw the phone on another bed and couldn't help but sigh when he saw its status.

"You're really strong; your phone got all bruised and battered. After the checkup, you only have a minor head injury, but you might have a mild concussion. Just to be on the safe side, you should probably get out of bed and go to a major hospital for a checkup... Or should I call an ambulance for you?"

"No need, I'll go to the hospital for a checkup myself."

After saying that, Chaoyang looked thoughtfully at the school doctor as he took away the hand stool.

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Time flew by and it was time to go home from school.

Tsukimura Teroku stood motionless in the empty classroom, but in reality, she was in the midst of an internal struggle.

Should I really go? No way! Spending the whole night with him is simply unacceptable! But... I did make a mistake. Hitting him with my phone would be jail time in most other situations... But I already paid for it! Isn't paying money enough? But then again, if paying money could solve everything, then there would be no need for prison, right?

She held her head in her hands, her hands slightly trembling, and sighed. Suddenly, she remembered Chaoyang's words, "Let's contact each other tonight." She frantically patted her pockets, only to realize that her phone was broken and unusable.

Oh no! What should I do...? Will he think I'm deliberately avoiding him?

Just as she was anxiously thinking, she suddenly felt a warm hand on her shoulder, which startled her so much that she immediately screamed.

"Wow!"

She glanced over and realized that the person standing behind her was Chaoyang. He was looking at her with a slight smile, seemingly amused by her reaction.

"Why would you look so miserable when you see me?"

Chaoyang chuckled and teased.

He managed to squeeze out a sentence, his hand clattering as he spoke.

"Um...accompanying the producer...is possible...but today only...that is...only...at most..."

Her face flushed red with embarrassment, and her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible; she was clearly speaking haltingly.

Seeing her embarrassed state, Chaoyang couldn't help but reveal a smug smile, and leaned closer to her and whispered something.

"Hmph, now you know fear, huh? Remember, people are responsible for their own actions."

As he struggled to move forward, despair grew stronger. He felt as if he were locked in by fate, with no way to escape.

This is completely over... My idol career is over... Am I destined to be nothing more than this person's puppet from now on?

In her mind, she imagined herself locked in a large villa, completely becoming this vibrant woman, bearing him children, and raising them as a wife and mother.

Just as she was immersed in despair, Chaoyang suddenly grabbed her hand and led her out of the classroom.

She had lost the will to resist.

"Come with me."

She followed behind him, her heart pounding with anxiety, her steps stiff and slow, as if she were walking towards a judgment from fate.

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"Aha!?"

The man from Yuecun who made donkey vinegar pie still looked incredulous.

"Manager, you're amazing! You actually managed to invite someone as unattainable as Tsukimura to come here!"

Qin Yin gazed at the rising sun with admiration, her eyes sparkling with respect. After all, Yuecun was renowned for her exceptional talent and skill, and there were even rumors that she had broken up with her teammates. However, her excellence was also a well-known fact.

I never expected the store manager could handle even her!

He stared blankly at the rising sun, his face flushed, and asked in a low voice.

"Spend the night with you... Could it be...?"

“That’s right, I’ll be working here. After all, I’m injured, and I need someone to help me out. Qinyin, could you please teach her how to serve customers?”

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"As ordered!"

Qin Yin responded earnestly and quickly entered teaching mode, leading Qin Yin on her first night of work.

Chaoyang was about to leave the shop when he suddenly remembered there was something he hadn't told her. He walked to the display case, took out a small package, and unabashedly handed it to the young man.

"what is this?"

Hands in disarray, earthworms, vinegar, lotus root, ominous seal

"Your phone was broken, wasn't it? This is a new phone I bought for you. It's the latest model."

Chaoyang said with a smile, his tone both gentle and serious.

"Remember this feeling of fear and anxiety, and be more careful in everything you do in the future, okay? Once we finish our work today, we'll call it even."

He stared blankly at the gift in his hand, a complex expression on his face.

He, everything about him was... I, I'm such an idiot... I even cursed him in my heart before! I'm sorry, producer. I will definitely treat you well...

At the edge of the road, Qin Yin immediately leaned close to Chao Yang and teased him with a mischievous grin.

"Hey manager, why didn't you prepare a gift for me?! That's not fair!!!"

"Haha, sorry, this is a welcome gift. You're already a long-term employee, so you don't have one."

"Ugh, so cunning!"

Why is this blonde girl clinging to the producer? This is cheating!

Chapter 115 Eat More Xiao Xiang!

Before leaving his shop, Chaoyang gave Taoxiang in the kitchen one last piece of advice.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Momoka."

"Yes, you're the one who's injured, so don't push yourself too hard. It wouldn't be good if the wound reopened."

"...Oh right, before you leave work, why don't you grill some meat skewers for Ms. Tsukimura to take home?"

"I know... I don't know whether to praise you or scold you. You don't just only date girls, do you? Are there any male employees in this store besides you?"

"Hehe, I'm actually a little hesitant to hire now, so I'll pass. The company upstairs is mostly male, you know. How's your situation? I haven't seen Nina much lately, is she upset with you again?"

"...Let's forget about this. You should go and get some rest."

Tao Xiang immediately turned her head to grill skewers, avoiding the topic of Ren Cai. She dismissed Chao Yang with just one sentence and then silently stared at the flames in front of her, lost in thought.

So they really did have a falling out?

Chaoyang didn't pay much attention, after all, this was just an everyday occurrence for them.

Speaking of which, their band must have five members by now, right? Those two I saw last time should have joined the band, right? Renna hasn't been coming to the shop much lately, and she's usually very elusive.

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