I can't be the hero of a romantic light novel

"Lustful!"

No, you are the student I value most, how can you do this!Morimiya Megumi was like a frightened kitten, subconsciously crossing her arms, but this move squeezed out a deeper gap.

Wuma Xingjin on the side felt his nose was a little itchy, so he looked hard at his nose and forced himself to count the prime numbers silently in his mind.

"Lurcy is a complete slander. No one is more upright than me."

"Oh? Then why do you have to stay in Yoko Kawaki's car for so long every time?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, let's talk about the music first."

Yuan Qingxue glanced at Wuma Xingjin contemptuously, thinking of how Qin Xue cared about her in front of him, and finally let him go.

But then she caught Wuma Xingjin's gaze drifting to the small piece of skin exposed above her stockings, intentionally or unintentionally, and Yuan Qingxue frowned again.

This disobedient member has nothing but reliability and treats him ill every day. I really worry that one day Japan's criminal law will not be able to restrain him.

Wu Ma Xingjin knew that Minister Yuan Qingxue noticed his hidden gaze, and immediately removed his eyes and began to reflect on himself.

Wu Ma Xingjin, Wu Ma Xingjin, you are really a hopeless guy. Sooner or later, you will be obsessed with the minister and lose yourself.

Don’t you already have Yoko and me?Why can't you control yourself in front of the minister?

Yuan Qingxue snorted in a very low voice, with no intention of holding him responsible.

"It's perfectly normal for normal people to be obsessed with my appearance, so there's no need to be ashamed of Wuma and Bugs."

"When you first entered the club, you really couldn't play shogi, right?"

"Bed bugs and stuff are too much."

"What do you think about Mr. Pervert staring at my thighs?"

"No......."

Fortunately, this is normal Yuan Qingxue.

Wuma Xingjin breathed a sigh of relief. He was still wondering when the minister had become so generous.

Thinking of the first time the two met, Yuan Qingxue was still cold and cold, but now she can at least have a normal conversation.

It is said that it was because he lost to someone else for the first time that he paid so much attention to Minister Yuan Qingxue, but this was not the only thing that attracted him to the Minister.

"Of course, just like the minister would never tell a lie."

"I wouldn't lie to you either."

Wuma Xingjin's words were enough to smash the glass with a heavy hammer. Yuan Qingxue's eyes flashed sluggishly for a moment, and all his expressions returned to the original indifference.

We are different and there are some things I will never be able to do.

Lie?

How long can I deceive you?

Chapter 94 No one will stand still

Wu Ma Xingjin has never let him down, and Morimiya Megumi still recognizes his talent.

Soon, the four people arrived at the venue.

Wuma Xingjin glanced at his watch. Fortunately, there was still enough time.

When we arrived at the preparation area, we happened to meet a team from the previous school that had just finished their performance.

A group of six or seven girls came down from the stage one after another, jumping excitedly and chattering as they passed the contestant entrance channel.

The attire looks like the singing uniforms of underground idols. Everyone is unique, with delicate makeup on their faces, a sunny smile, and full of youthful vitality.

Judging from the atmosphere, it is estimated that this performance has received good reviews.

I didn’t expect that someone would send their school’s idol group to compete.

Wuma Xingjin is also paying more attention to underground idols. These girls look very unfamiliar, they are probably from a small group that is not well-known.

Come to think of it, there are thousands if not tens of thousands of underground idols in Japan, and new idol groups are formed almost every day.

Like a summer cicada, the power that has been brewing for several years disappears after a brief flash in the pan.

The Tokyo Autumn Art Awards is fair in some ways. It gives everyone a platform to express themselves.

A large amount of capital investment, a complete operating mechanism, extremely high public popularity, and high-quality competition standards.

This makes the Tokyo Autumn Art Festival a four-year entertainment feast.

This is especially true for underground idols who have no mainstream media attention. This gives them a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they can seize it, they can become an idol group with a fixed stage and coverage.

Some idol groups set up local tents and dance hard for several hours, with only a dozen or so people in the audience. Sometimes they even have to face empty seats, with only a few passers-by stopping to watch for a while and then leaving again.

Even so, underground idols still maintain their enthusiasm. Even if there is only one audience, they will show their most positive smiles and bow and thank the audience after the performance.

In addition to daily training, he also has to go to the streets to hand out flyers and solicit support.

Sometimes I would wear hand-sewn group clothes to take advertising orders from some small shop owners, basically to generate electricity for love.

However, this source of funds alone is obviously not enough to support the operation of the group. There are many idol groups with a lifespan of only a few months.

The income is low, the competition is fierce, there is no exposure, there is no audience, and all the hard work and enthusiasm cannot be used.

The bleak current situation and difficult environment have forced many underground idols to give up their dreams and return to life.

Those underground idols who can return to a normal life are considered lucky. There are also many who have been deceived by unscrupulous companies and agents and are on the road of no return. Once they find that they cannot create benefits, they immediately cancel the project and disband the group.

The disbanded girls were given empty promises that they would form a group again, and were tricked by their managers into socializing with greasy, balding middle-aged men at the wine table.

Because most malice is wrapped in hypocrisy, the world at least appears normal on the surface.

There are shadows under the noon sun, not to mention these underground idols in the bottom corners that no one cares about?

Just like the vtubers who are oppressed by the company, the innocent girls only lost to the dirty reality, not their dreams.

People are driven by desire all their lives. In the process of chasing, they gradually become slaves of desire. They sink in pleasure and get lost in madness. A life of following rules is like a blank painting, thin and boring.

Perhaps only in the process of chasing dreams can you feel the purest happiness.

If Qian Qianying hadn't told Wuma Xingjin about a friend of hers who worked part-time and was engaged in the idol career, he might not have understood the situation of these underground idols.

When this team of underground idols disappeared around the corner, it was Yuan Qingxue and Wuma Xingjin's turn to play in the next game.

Morimiya Megumi and Nakaichi Rika stopped at the steps just one step away from the stage. Uma Seijin showed a reassuring smile to Morimiya Megumi:

"Professor Morimiya wait for us here for a while. The minister and I will get No. 1 right now."

Morimiya Kei adjusted his collar for him. Because of his height, she could only look up. The young man's confident smile made her happy:

"You've really changed a lot. You don't look like the same person you were when you first came to Tokyo."

"It seems that there is growth somewhere that I can't see."

Looking at Wu Ma Xingjin's smile, Morimiya Megumi felt a little depressed. She lowered her eyes and murmured with emotion:

"I have been giving you psychological counseling for a year, and I have never seen you change so much in such a short period of time."

"Suddenly I feel so useless. I can't do anything with my rough lines."

Wuma Xingjin noticed her mood, took her hand and put it on his head, speaking softly:

"Worries the Christian so far."

"In fact, it has given me a lot of help. The experience of being with the Christian church has made me who I am now."

"Without you, I don't know what I would do."

Being interrupted by Wuma Xingjin, Morimiya Kei was no longer depressed.

It seems that she is quite important. Morimiya Megumi rubbed Wu Ma Xingjin's head a few times and turned away with a red face: "Why are we with you!"

"Be careful how you speak to Christians, otherwise you will look bad."

Yuan Qingxue kicked Wuma Xingjin's heel casually and reminded him:

"The show is about to begin. Does Wuma Bedbug still have the leisure to tease Bishop Morimiya?"

"I'm coming!"

The staff has carried a Yamaha grand piano to the stage, and an uncle with a neat beard is tightening the strings and tuning to ensure the purity of the notes.

When everything was ready, the staff left the stage and the lights in the audience came on again.

The showy host was still in high spirits, sliding across the stage with his golden leather shoes, and his reflective back hair highlighted his exaggerated movements.

"First: Never act out of emotion!"

"Second: Never miss a single bad thing!"

"Third: The referee is absolutely fair and beautiful!"

"The host of Wuhou Temple, Hiroshi Fujita, came to meet before. This time, I will be the host of the singing group."

Fujishita Hiroyuki lowered his head and glanced at the arrangement on the paper, and his voice suddenly increased as if he had been given a shot of blood.

"The next competition will also be a contestant who is very popular on the official website of the Art Awards."

"Accompanying her is the Wuma Xingjin who has already shocked us!"

"Everyone must have guessed it!"

"That's right! That's Minamoto Kiyuki from Hachioji High School!"

There are only four people in the entire Wuhou Temple branch venue who are qualified to have personal videographers for the players. Except for Furuno Takashi, the rest are all at Hachioji High School.

Although Yuanqing Xuexing's exclusive cameraman was scared off by her.

The appearance of two heavyweight players once again ignited the atmosphere of the audience.

In any case, the good-looking combination of Yuan Qingxue and Wuma Xingjin is indeed eye-catching.

After introducing himself again, Wuma Xingjin walked to the grand piano and sat down, looking at Yuan Qingxue with expectant eyes.

He happened to hear the minister singing last time in the Literature Club, and he had been looking forward to hearing that heavenly voice again.

Facing this audience, Yuan Qingxue said very few words:

"Yuan Qingxue, "Memory of the Wind""

Her cold look seemed to make the audience even more excited.