In an ordinary apartment near Otonogi Han Gakuin.

A small room, even though it was now close to midnight, still had the bright light of a table lamp, illuminating what should be called a "bedroom".

Through the light, you can vaguely see the layout of the surroundings.

Next to the window was a single bed, covered with a light pink speckled quilt on top of the crisp white sheets. And the bed, perhaps, is the only thing that can tell that this is a girl's bedroom.

Directly in front of the bed was a boxy desk, clinging to the wall on the other side of the window. In the center of the desk is a laptop, and on the left and right sides of it, there are bookshelves. Of these, one is slightly larger and one is slightly smaller. On the shelves, there are neatly placed books with many bookmarks, and on the other side of the slightly smaller bookshelf, there is also the bright table lamp.

To the right of the desk, there is a brown wall. On the left, there is a half-height bookcase, which is different from the rooms of otaku such as An Yilunya, which plays its original role well, and is filled with all kinds of books, notes, and folders.

In the other corner of the same wall as the desk, there is a potted plant, which brings a green vitality to this small room.

On the other side of the bed, away from the window, there was another large bookcase against the wall, which was a little higher than the average person. Among them, the layout of this bookcase next to the desk is generally the same. Next to the large bookcase, there is a closed door.

It's clear that it's time to sleep on weekdays, but Ayase doesn't have the slightest sleepiness.

Perhaps because of the reason at home, the blonde girl rarely faded away from the cold aura that emanated from her body when she was present with outsiders. The smart high ponytail that was tied for ease of movement was also put down.

Eri Ayase, who is draped in hair, suddenly seems to have gone from the style of a cold goddess to the realm of a small family jasper.

If Jiang Yu is to judge, maybe the latter will score higher? But the contrast between the former and the back is also a plus, right?

But it's strange to say, why is a girl who is also blonde, and after her hair is scattered, she can only exude a strong otaku atmosphere?

Cough...... All in all, in her pajamas, Eri Ayase, who had been tossing and turning in bed for a long time, got up again, turned on her computer, clicked on the web page, and entered the page of the idol rankings.

Rolling the pulley, it didn't take long for Eri Ayase to find the familiar name of μ"S, a little higher up than yesterday's memory.

She knew that it was her friend Nozomi Tojo who had chosen the names of the girls. When the other party put the paper slip with this name written on it into the cardboard box with the name raised, he didn't avoid her.

However, when Eri Ayase asked her best friend since she was a child, the other party just smiled mysteriously and didn't say a word.

Eri Ayase, who understood her friend's temperament, naturally didn't continue to ask.

Then...... It was in the school auditorium that there were only a few people live. The stubborn look of the orange-haired junior at that time is still fresh in her memory.

Of course, I can't forget the teenager from his school who deliberately made her unable to get off the stage and made a bet with her.

Originally, after the live ended, out of order to let the group of girls understand how miserable and ridiculous this was; Let them understand that their songs and dances can't attract the attention of the crowd at all; Let them understand that even if they continue to persevere, it will not help; It is also necessary to let the boy understand that the bet between them was destined to be a mistake from the beginning.

It was with this in mind that Eri Ayase edited the video and uploaded it to the idol ranking page.

It's just that, to her surprise, the jerky singing and dancing of that group of girls actually won the support of many people.

This made Eri, who had not had a good motive, and couldn't help but laugh a little.

And then ...... Not to mention the disbandment, the number of girls in that group is gradually increasing, and the jerky singing and dancing have also made some progress - although in her eyes, it is still not in the flow - and more and more people are supporting. In school, when talking about this idol group, students are no longer respectful of it, but more curious and exploratory.

All of this caused Ayase to be deeply confused. For a period of time after that, she would always lose her mind from time to time, remembering the jerky but dazzling posture of the group of juniors on the stage, and then began to doubt whether her approach was correct.

And every time she shows such a look, when her friend Nozomi Tojo reminds her, she always has a teasing smile that seems to be nothing, which makes her grit her teeth, but she is helpless.

Clicked on one of the latest videos uploaded by Muse again, put on headphones, and listened to the familiar music coming out of it, Eri Ayase looked at the several girls jumping in the video, and couldn't help but purse her lips.

Really...... I still can't identify with them.

Eri Ayase thought so after examining her heart again.

She doesn't think that this group of girls has grown to the point where people can watch. Under such circumstances, she did not want the group of girls to misuse the name of the school.

Yes, it's misuse.

After all, in her eyes, all the so-called campus idols who participated in this competition looked like laymen.

Even A-RISE, which is said to be the most powerful, still looks like a layman.

In terms of songs, she doesn't praise them, but she can pick out a random campus idol, and she can find fault with their dance.

It's not nitpicking, making something out of nothing, she has the absolute confidence that can convince the other party.

Eri Ayase took off her headphones, stood up, and picked up a picture frame from the top of the bookcase with her left hand.

In the center of the frame, there is a little girl wearing a pleated skirt and dancing a gorgeous dance.

The dance that the girl dances, called ballet; And the girl's name is: Eri Ayase.

Looking at the photo in the frame, Eri Ayase smiled with a complicated smile.

That smile seems to be mixed with all the good and bad things in the past. In the end, I couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, and they all came to my heart and presented them on the girl's beautiful face.

Placing the picture frame back in its original position, Eri Ayase looked at another photo frame on the side, among them, a girl who was a little older than the girl just now. is still stretching his graceful posture, in the middle of the dance floor, jumping and dancing to his heart's content.

Eri Ayase's sky-blue pupils fluttered slightly.

In the blink of an eye, a glance seems to be an endless cloud of smoke.