For the students of Saint Song Music Academy, when they opened their eyes, they faced a day filled with torment.
When the two members of Zwings attended class, the students were all incredibly excited. After all, the pair were world-famous idols and the students' own goals. They all hoped that one day, they could become like Zwings, step onto the stage, and become the center of everyone's attention.
However... Duanmu Huai and Kurokawa Akane were another matter entirely.
They were impossible goals, beings utterly beyond reach, like the sun itself. The students were like fireflies, perhaps capable of giving off a little light on a dark night. But when the sun rose overhead, its scorching, dazzling radiance would be enough to devour them completely.
If they had never seen the sun, then for fireflies, the moon would have been a perfectly good goal.
But after seeing the sun... it was an entirely different matter.
Especially since Duanmu Huai clearly had no intention of letting them off easy after this.
"I don't care."
Duanmu Huai sat in his chair, his expression cold.
"If you think we're unsuitable, replace us, or find a few people who can match us. It's that simple."
"..."
Kazemina Genjuro was speechless, and the other students' expressions were just as grim. The meaning behind Duanmu Huai's words was obvious: if you want to play house, replace us. But if you want us to take the stage, you must match our level. We won't lower our standards or status to play house with you, so think it over carefully.
Kazemina Genjuro cast Kurokawa Akane a pleading look. Faced with his gaze, Kurokawa Akane simply clasped her hands together and smiled apologetically—she knew why Duanmu Huai was doing this. When all was said and done, he was just being