I became a girl group idol for my sister

"That woman's child is my fan, and seems to be in the hospital. I thought I would go and see him myself if possible," said Miyamoto Se.

Subaru Hasegawa looked at Miyamoto for a while, took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "Remember to tell me first about this kind of thing in the future, or you can tell Mr. Amagai."

"Thank you, Mr. Hasegawa." Miyamoto Se took the paper with a smile, and then heard Hasegawa Subaru continue: "Also, if you want to go, remember to tell me, I will arrange for staff to go with you, after all, you don't have your own agent now."

Miyamoto nodded: "Thank you."

"Okay, go and rest first, we have to go back and continue to attend the handshake meeting later."

Miyamoto Se said goodbye to Hasegawa Subaru, and then came to the lounge. The lounge was full of graduate students, and none of them had a very good expression, even Komatsu Mika had a gloomy face.

"Okay, cheer up!"

Miyamoto Sei shouted, instantly breaking the low-pressure atmosphere.

"It's so painful. I'm being ignored in every way. No one wants to shake my hand..." Shimada Yurina leaned on the guy, sitting on the ground with her legs apart, looking listless.

"That group of people really have no manners at all. They extended their hands but just walked away without even shaking hands! At least shake hands. That's basic courtesy!" Asuka Hayami also complained.

Kojima Haruka and Yokoyama Nai also looked depressed, not at all like their usual selves.

"I say, did everyone make a mistake?"

Miyamoto Se suddenly said, making everyone look at him.

"Our handshake meeting is a normal exchange with fans? Saying hello? No, it's not like that!"

Shimada Yurina asked in confusion: "Isn't it?"

"We meet with fans and shake hands with them, just like communicating with friends, that should be the case, right?" Rika Kusunobe also said.

"The question is, do you get nervous and excited when you chat with your friends?" Miyamoto Se asked again.

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

"That's right, but fans will be excited and nervous when they see their idols. Even after shaking hands and talking, it will be difficult for them to recover from that state. At that time, they are not in a normal state at all, so you can't make that request."

Miyamoto Se said this and smiled.

"This is not a meeting between friends. Don't forget our identities with them. We are idols and they are fans. The meetings between idols and fans are all on stage."

After expressing the thoughts that came to his mind when shaking hands, Miyamoto Se gave the final definition.

"Even if it's only 10 seconds, we are idols to that person during these 10 seconds, so the same state we are in during the performance will also be the same state when we shake hands!"

These people were all companions who had fought together from the beginning. They had participated in so many theater performances, including the highly demanding Shibuya Kodo performances, and their wills had already been tempered. After Miyamoto Se pointed out the nature of the handshake meeting, a group of people laughed.

"I understand. I will face them with my performance on stage!" Yongan Meixi gently clenched her fist: "Even if no one shakes hands with me, I will always keep my condition at 100%!"

Shimada Yurina also stood up from the ground and clapped her hands: "Okay! Then let's do as Nana said. I'm full of fighting spirit now!"

The corners of Komatsu Mika's mouth curled up slightly, but she said nothing.

At this time, Miyamoto Sei had already come to Kojima Haruka's side.

"Smile more, you are so cute when you smile. I think there will definitely be fans who will be attracted by your smile."

"Ah, Nana-san!"

Haruka Kojima quickly stood up. Although she was considered a senior of Miyamoto Sei, it was difficult for her to act like a senior in front of these juniors.

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

The people in the ninth issue are all extraordinary.

"I think Haruka-chan's smile attracts me, and fans definitely want to see Haruka-senpai's smile, so please respond to their expectations!"

Miyamoto Seo said again, he didn't know what effect his words would have on Kojima Haruka, but at least the words had been spoken, he hoped that Kojima Haruka could break out of her own predicament.

"Thank you, I will give it a try. No, I will definitely face my fans successfully!" said Haruka Kojima with a faint smile.

Although it was very faint, at least she smiled now.

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

Miyamotose breathed a sigh of relief and took out the letter the woman had handed to him.

I opened the envelope and took out the letter inside. After opening it, I saw black words. The font was very beautiful and the handwriting was very neat. You could tell that it was written stroke by stroke.

[Miyamoto Nana's sister:

to whom It May Concern

Time goes by day by day. The original memory is still in the summer, but now it is almost the time for the birth of the saint.

Thank you for reading my letter. I hope it did not bother you.

I don’t know when I started living in the hospital. If my memory serves me correctly, it has been about one or two years.

To me, that small room in the hospital is my world, and the nurses and mother who come to visit me are just passers-by in my world.

At first I didn’t know what disease I had, but when I saw my mother crying quietly, I always thought that I must have a serious disease, so serious that I might never be able to leave this little world of my own.

It was not until I overheard the nurse's conversation that I finally found out what disease I had.

It is indeed a serious disease. It is said that it is advanced stage lung cancer and there is no cure at all. My future is only death.

Sister Nana, I am not a qualified child. That day, I had a big fight with my mother because she kept telling me that my disease could be cured, but now I am hopeless. I feel that she has deceived me and I am just a piece of trash with no future.

I am very scared that I will be left with nothing, not only will I be without friends and mother, but even this little world that belongs to me now, I will lose it all...

I don’t know how I should face my mother. She won’t blame me, but I blame myself. I hurt her in that situation and scolded her so loudly. And I think since I’m going to die, I should just give up and not think about anything…

Until I saw your performance, Sister Nana. I saw you were so passionate and full of energy on the stage. You didn’t look like a sick person at all. But that day, you endured the temperature of over 40 degrees and persisted until the end of the performance.

Even the nurses in the hospital are talking about you, saying that your life could be in danger if you do this.

It is hard for me to imagine that a person would do such a thing for the sake of performance, but after reading the news about you, which said that you did this just because you didn't want to disappoint your fans, and as the center of the team you have to be responsible on stage, I suddenly felt like my eyes were filled with light!

Even though this might have a huge impact on myself, even though it might endanger my life, at least in the meantime, I can release that dazzling light!

I believe you are not afraid of death, but you still chose to do this. I am really shocked that people can actually face such difficulties!

I also hope that I can be like you, at least in my limited life, in the period before death, which may be a few years or just a few days, I can live more sunny, happier, laugh more, and be more meaningful.

For example, go and apologize to your mother and thank her for all the hard work she has put in taking care of you.

Sorry, it seems like I wrote a bit too much.

And tears were flowing, even though I had decided not to cry anymore...

Sorry for soiling the letter, I'm so sorry...

Thank you for giving me the motivation to face difficulties and at least live with sunshine. I will continue to support you until I leave this world. Please continue to be so dazzling!

Sister Nana!

At last.

I know you must be very busy, so please take care of your health. Although you are so dazzling on the stage, which makes me excited, but as your fan, I hope you can have a healthy body.

Best regards

Nakamura Yuma]

The letter was very long, and there were traces of scratches on several places on the paper, which must be the traces of tears.

After reading the letter, Miyamoto Sei felt heavy in his heart.

He had actually guessed something from the woman's reaction, but when he saw the letter and when things were confirmed, he still felt very uncomfortable.

I actually became the foundation for a person to live happily, and gave him hope for life, even though he didn't have much time left...

Lung cancer was in the advanced stage and incurable. Miyamoto had no way to help the child recover.

In that case, at least...

Miyamoto Se put the letter away, then tightly grasped the piece of paper that Hasegawa Subaru handed to him. On it was the address of the hospital where the child was staying.

As his idol, there are still some things that only I can do.

"Mr. Hasegawa, I'll leave this matter to you!" Miyamoto Se came directly in front of Hasegawa Subaru: "I want to go see him and give him some small gifts."

Looking at Miyamoto Se's serious, earnest and determined eyes, Hasegawa Subaru knew that he had made a decision, so he nodded and said, "After the handshake meeting, I'll have someone... No, I'll go with you."

"Thank you."

"Okay, I'm the theater manager. I'm the one who arranges your daily affairs. I'm here just for work." Subaru Hasegawa said, pointing outside: "But for now, just do your job well. The handshake meeting will continue."

"I will." Miyamoto Se nodded slightly, a smile appeared on his face again, and he walked towards his seat.

Chapter 82 Idols and Fans

Inside the hospital, the smell of medicine was unusually strong.

Miyamoto Se and Hasegawa Subaru walked together in the corridor of the hospital, and they were now heading to where a fan named Nakamura Yuma was.

A boy who looked to be about twelve or thirteen years old was lying on the bed with his back against a white pillow. He didn't have much hair and his face was extremely pale, but even so, he was smiling as he looked at the tablet in his hand.

Miyamoto Se stood at the door, silent.

Subaru Hasegawa saw the hesitation of the girl in front of him. She just stood there, hesitating to move forward, as if she was still afraid of something.

But even so, he still chose this sentence at this time.

"what happened?"

It was just a simple inquiry, not an advice. The girl's choice was her own, so this time, there was no filming or publicity involved.

"I wonder if he would want to see him like this."

Miyamoto Seo whispered that if she were a fan of a certain idol, she would definitely hope that the idol would see her good side instead of the way she is now.

Will my supposed good intentions cause any negative pressure to others?

At this moment, at this door, Miyamoto Sei became a little confused.

"You make your own decision. You are an idol, I am not. This is your choice." Subaru Hasegawa said, standing aside. "I am only here to accompany you and prevent any negative news about you from appearing."

Subaru Hasegawa just wanted to prevent rumors like "Miyamoto Nana had private contact with male fans and was alone in a room" from appearing.

"I understand, thank you."

Miyamoto Seo forced a smile and looked inside through the window on the door again. The boy leaned back a little at this time and could vaguely hear the rhythm of "Hammer of Courage" coming from the tablet.

He was looking at his idol.

That's why he smiled.

Listening to the music, Miyamoto finally made up his mind. He reached out and knocked gently on the door.

"Please, please come in."

A weak voice came from inside, and Miyamoto opened the door and walked in. Subaru Hasegawa just stood at the door, leaving the space for idols and fans.

He just said one thing.

"Not too long."

"Do not worry!"

Miyamoto Se smiled, then looked at the boy lying on the bed who hadn't yet figured out what was going on.

"Excuse me, are you..."

He asked with some confusion, not knowing who this person who walked in was and why he was wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat on his head. It was impossible to tell who he was.

But the moment the other party took off his glasses and mask, Nakamura Yuma's originally puzzled eyes widened at an extremely fast speed, his mouth opened slightly, and along with his eyes, it trembled slightly.

"Nana-sister!"

He exclaimed almost without any hesitation.

Standing in front of him, isn't that his favorite idol, Miyamoto Nana? !

My idol actually appeared in the hospital, and right in front of me. This was just like...

"I, I'm not dreaming, am I?!"