Chapter 156

"Consider this my investment in you in advance, so you must work even harder to repay me! Understand?"

"Otherwise, you'll just be parasites, kept by me for the rest of your lives!"

"That doesn't seem so bad..." Inoseri Nina clenched her hands, fantasizing about such a carefree life of eating and waiting to die.

Before she could finish her thought, Anwa Subaru punched her.

Don't let money corrupt you so easily! What about your dreams? Your dreams!

"Hehehe..."

"I feel like I owe you more and more." Kawaragi Momoka scratched her loose silver-gray hair.

"It's okay, I did it voluntarily." Sakurakoji Talent helplessly, propping his head up with his hand. "Who told me to be your fan, right?"

"..."

The group exchanged glances, their faces, each with its own unique charm, blossoming with varying degrees of brilliance.

"After talking about working..." He glanced away, looking at Inoseri Nina, "Nina, are you still studying?"

"Huh?!" She was a little flustered when the topic was turned to her. "Um, um."

"I see. Unlike working, I can't just force you to give up your studies... But have you really been studying hard these past two weeks?"

"Uh..." Inoseri Nina was speechless.

Although that's the official story, not to mention recently, even in the week after Kawaragi Momoka taught her how to use the music app, she hardly read any books. Even at the preparatory school and in the study room, she was busy struggling with it and didn't read any books at all.

As a result, her grades have recently declined significantly.

After last week's street performance, she is even more excited for her next performance.

That stimulating feeling, her body could never forget it...

"As expected, you haven't been able to concentrate on reading lately, have you?" Kawaragi Momoka chuckled, saying as predicted.

"Waaaaah!!!" Inoseri Nina, clutching her head. "There's nothing I can do! I've tried! I really tried my best!!"

"Well, I won't force you. Just do what you think is best," Sakurakoji Talent comforted him calmly.

Anyway, it won't be long before you say goodbye to university for good, he added in his mind, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Among these people, her academic record should be the highest, right?

After all, she was one step away from getting a guaranteed admission spot. Although there was a personal connection with the school involved, her grades were not bad, and her family was a well-known family of teachers.

Rock and roll is harmful!

"So what are your plans for the future?" he asked with concern.

"Hmm... I'll plan to perform a few shows at a familiar livehouse first, to build up my reputation before making any further moves." Kawaragi Momoka's eyes held a hint of nostalgia.

"I'll also participate in some music festivals to see if I can get noticed and gain more fans," Ebizuka Tomo added.

"Yeah, increasing your fanbase and building popularity is fine, but even if someone tries to recruit you, don't accept, okay?" Sakurakoji Talent emphasized, "Those jobs are mine, don't let anyone steal my livelihood."

"Okay, okay~" Kawaragi Momoka waved her hands blankly. "Seriously, you really are a worrywart."

Upon hearing "Livehouse, "Sakurakoji Talent remembered that he had previously considered taking them directly to Tokyo and finding them several studios to perform in, such as Starry.

But when he thought about the risks involved, he decisively gave up. Hmm, Kawasaki is fine. There are already too many people in Tokyo, and the competition is too fierce. I'll stay in Kawasaki.

It's absolutely not because we're afraid they'll run into other people and make things more complicated that we're preventing them from going! Absolutely not...

"Performing in front of everyone..." He lazily rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought. Should he do that? But that would be too tiring... So, should he just do it himself?

"What's wrong?" Rupa, who was always watching him, was puzzled by his unusual expression.

"I'm thinking of preparing a few sets of team uniforms specifically for your performances."

"Hey? Team uniforms?! I want them! I want them!" Inoseri Nina stood up, pressing down on the table, and excitedly expressed her opinion.

"I absolutely never want to wear those clothes again!"

"What's wrong with that? Rock and roll is all about pursuing individuality!"

"It's Miss Momoka's taste that's so weird!!"

"That was on purpose, to help you get used to your first time on stage."

"Anyway! I don't want to wear that again!" Inoseri Nina glared at her, her eyes as determined as if she were about to join the Party.

Just thinking about those cucumber pants and fairytale candy-colored skirt from last time made her so embarrassed that she wanted to dig her toes into the ground, climb onto the second-floor balcony, and jump off!

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"Hey, hey," Kawaragi Momoka couldn't do anything with her, so she turned to look at him, "So, what kind of clothes are you planning to prepare?"

"I haven't decided yet. I'll show you when I've finished designing it."

"Design? Mr. Talent, are you planning to design your own clothes?" RUPA exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, because it's my job."

"Really?" Kawaragi Momoka was dumbfounded. She put down her crossed legs, leaned forward, and said, "Isn't your main job music?"

When did I say that?

"Because you're proficient in several musical instruments at the same time, aren't you?"

"Does that necessarily mean you have to treat it as your main job? Can't you treat it as a hobby?"

"Hmm..." Kawaragi Momoka frowned as she stared at him, her lips drooping, and finally she crossed her arms and leaned back forcefully.

I'm used to it, but this person is really infuriating!

"Besides, this is what my family does; I'm basically following in my mother's footsteps."

Anwa Subaru, who were very interested in his information, asked curiously, "Is that so? Is Talent's family a family of designers?"

"Yes, my mother is a designer, my father is a pattern maker, and my family runs a high-end brand company, plus some factories and studios, and occasionally does side businesses such as finance."

"Sri Lanka One--"

"You truly are a genuine Young Master."

"..." Ebizuka Tomo remained silent, simply listening quietly, seemingly lost in thought.

"As expected of Mr. Talent." Beneath RUPA's tanned beauty, the same smiling expression remained, but a hint of melancholy lingered within it.

"What's there to praise? It's not my own achievement—well, although I am indeed very good!" Recalling his achievements over the years, he also slightly—proudly puffed out his flat chest.

"Eh, could it be this? 'World-renowned Fashion Designer Sakurakoji Luna, who emerged from Japan, and her studio's creations once again stunned the four major fashion shows'?"

Unable to suppress his thirst for knowledge, Anwa Subaru had already started searching for 'Fashion Designer Sakurakoji' on Google. When he saw the first news link from a few days ago, he couldn't help but read it aloud.

She then clicked on it and saw the pictures attached to the article. Her pupils widened, and her gaze moved up and down, quickly switching between Sakurakoji Talent's face and the phone, speechless with surprise.

After the initial shock, she murmured softly, "Looks like there's no need to ask anymore..."

The woman in the photo, with her noble bearing, haughty demeanor, sophisticated attire, untouched by time, and an elegant yet playful expression—she's practically a carbon copy of him!

Even the curve of their mouths, tinged with pride and cunning, and their eyes, are at least seven parts similar!

"Nani, nani, I want to see, I want to see!"

"Hey, has Subaru been found? I want to see too!"

"I'm a little curious too..."

What kind of is it?

The other four people crowded around, gathering behind Anwa Subaru who were sitting at the dining table, all staring at the picture on her phone screen. After their first glance, they all stiffened, then slowly looked up, each stealing a glance at her with a different expression.

"..."XN

"It looks so alike!"

"What a beautiful person... No doubt, it's definitely this one!"

"But Ms. Sakurakoji is so young! She doesn't look almost forty at all. I feel like she's about our age?"

"So, this guy will look this young forever? Tsk!"

"That's enough, isn't it? What's so interesting?" Sakurakoji Talent, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with being seen through by five pairs of eyes, looked away.

"Mr. Talent, your mother is amazing! Isn't she?" Inoseri Nina sought the approval of the others.

"Indeed, this is no ordinary feat..."

"Hmm! Even though I don't follow the top fashion world much, I know about the four major fashion shows! To get good reviews at those shows, you're basically at the world's top level, right?"

"Me too... um... uh... yes, that's it." Kawaragi Momoka coughed twice, resting her chin on her hand in confusion, her eyebrows furrowing and relaxing, and finally she could only say this.

For someone like her who finds even learning how to dress like normal girls too troublesome, expecting her to offer any insightful opinions is really asking too much.

"Thanks."

"Ah, but then again!" Inoseri Nina seemed to have thought of something, slapping her palm, drawing everyone's attention. "Doesn't this mean that Mr. Talent's design skills are also quite impressive? We can really look forward to his future outfits, right?"

The four women suddenly realized what was happening and stared at him with deep affection, their eyes filled with tenderness.

Even the proud and Ebizuka Tomo looked at him with a slightly evasive and embarrassed expression.

No woman dislikes clothes, especially beautiful clothes!

Even if some people seem indifferent, it's only because they haven't met someone they like or they don't have the money; there's no third possibility.

Even men, after trying on high-end clothing once, can't help but feel something, even if they disregard the financial burden.

"Mr. Talent ~~"

"Talent!!!"

"Oh, you deserve it!"

"Mr. Talent..."

"That, that's it, that's how it is..."

Faced with the menacing gazes of the group, Sakurakoji Talent felt his hair stand on end, like a little lamb being targeted.

This was the first time he had ever realized he was so popular in Kawasaki!

Does this mean that clothing is actually more appealing to women than desserts?

He couldn't help but wonder if he should also include clothing as one of his ultimate weapons.

This gives him another powerful weapon in his arsenal for winning over women.

"My works are very expensive, you know; too many won't do."

"Eh~~" XN

"No, that won't work either! Well, just tell me your opinions, preferences, and ideas on your phone, and I'll take them into consideration."

"Well, it's better than nothing."

"Well, contentment brings happiness, this is good enough."

"But you said it's expensive, how expensive is it?" Driven by her adult, Kawaragi Momoka asked tentatively, "Is it comparable to the total cost of a Quota Tickets for a performance?"

She boldly speculated that, after all, the total cost of a Quota Tickets at a livehouse was nearly 50,000 yen.

At this price, you could buy a decent piece of clothing even in a mid-to-high-end brand store.

"..." Sakurakoji Talent was speechless.

He had never suffered such an insult in his entire life.

You can do it, Kawaragi Momoka. As expected of you, you easily accomplished what others couldn't.

Do you know how much effort it takes to cultivate his level of design thinking? Do you know how much the material cost is just per meter of fabric? Do you know how much time and energy he spends personally making a single garment? Do you know how much time and effort other fashion designers would have to pour their hearts and souls into achieving his level of artistry?

You know nothing! You're just making assumptions!

To claim his work is worth tens of thousands of yen is like saying durian costs only a penny per pound.

Although he said he wouldn't design the clothes for them according to the level of an exhibition, rock is rock, too much detail is useless.

Just design something casually, then hand over the daily practice pieces to the tailors below and let them do it; that will suffice.

"Ha~~" He exhaled a sigh of relief, tapped on Anwa Subaru's phone in the distance, and said, "The price of the works on that screen is the price of my works."

"Huh?" Kawaragi Momoka, puzzled.