Tokyo Agent: Starting with Picking Up a Problem Girl

Chapter 35 Nobody Cares

cooperate……

Asuka tensed up again, without even realizing it, her fingers gripping her arm too tightly.

Nakajima Hiroshi could naturally sense it; it couldn't be hidden.

However, before he could explain, Mizuki seemed to have already noticed the situation.

She answered while trying to smooth things over for Nakajima Hiroshi.

"No, I'm not in a hurry."

"Let's talk about opening a shop after your Asuka has settled down."

Oh, you're opening a shop...

Asuka breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know what kind of store they're opening, as long as they're not here to steal Nakajima Hiro's business, that's fine.

Nakajima Hiroshi naturally knew that they had no agreement to open a shop; Mizuki was doing this for her and Asuka's sake.

Both of them understood what was going on. They nodded to each other to express their gratitude, and then went their separate ways.

Take a stroll and visit.

Sudden.

"Miss, would you like to chat?"

A man in a decent brown suit with a standard smile stood in front of them.

He bowed slightly and handed over the business card with both hands.

"I'm Kuroda from Sakaki Entertainment. I noticed earlier that you have an exceptionally good appearance..."

Nakajima Hiroshi stepped in front of Asuka, naturally took the business card, glanced at it, and then put it into his suit pocket.

"I'm her manager, Nakajima. Nice to meet you."

Kuroda's smile remained unchanged, but his gaze passed over Nakajima Hiroshi and still tried to lock onto Asuka.

"Sir, I'm talking to this lady..."

"No."

Asuka immediately shook her head: "I'm his, if you need anything, go find him..."

As she spoke, she paused for a moment, realizing that her wording was inappropriate, and hurriedly tried to correct herself.

"I mean, he's in charge of everything!"

...It seems the more they try to explain, the worse it gets.

She had no choice but to shut her mouth and tug at Nakajima Hiroshi's sleeve as they walked forward.

That's something you can do without a teacher.

Given Asuka's appearance, she would certainly attract the attention of the Wild Affairs Agency in a place like this.

Bosses, agents, talent scouts, and even some unscrupulous investors will all be eyeing her.

One mishandling could give others a handle to use against you and lead to trouble.

Of course, her wording was inappropriate.

Generally, people would say, "I'm sorry, please talk to my agent about anything," to maintain their image.

Okay, I'll teach you that separately later.

However, Sakaki Entertainment is indeed a very powerful company. Many of its artists are popular idols, and its resources and finances are far better than mine.

Perhaps it is this point that gives the other party the confidence to continue to stubbornly pull after he has blocked the attack.

After being rejected by Asuka, Kuroda's professional smile gradually disappeared.

He glanced at Nakajima Hiroshi's simple clothes and the empty space behind him, a mocking look on his face.

"Really? That's a shame."

"Our standards at Sakaki aren't always this low."

It seems that the other person genuinely felt honored to be approached by him.

This is also a very common ecosystem.

For artists, encountering a powerful company can indeed greatly increase their chances of success.

Although I have my own system, its only help is in terms of venue and shared talent, and the ability to see an artist's qualifications at a glance from their resume.

Apart from that, you have to work hard for everything yourself.

After all, he, the boss and manager, had ended up working at a host club, so he was in a rather sorry state.

Once Asuka gains legal status through disclosure, it will still need to cast a wide net and expand its influence.

By building up their reputation and strength, they can create a better future for Tomorrow Flower.

However, neither of them noticed that Kuroda, who seemed to leave arrogantly, gradually darkened his expression as he turned his back to them.

This guy is probably even more petty than he appears.

Generally speaking, large companies, for the sake of their reputation, will not have their talent scouts pestering them. Even if they do poach someone, they will simply give them a chance in a fair and square manner, and if they fail, they will find another one.

Since they are so powerful, if they really want to promote someone, they can just throw resources at them and lift them up.

However, there is indeed a small number of people who are used to flattery and obedience and can no longer accept normal rejection.

"Yes, I am Kuroda, currently in Sector C..."

"We've found a very promising talent, but he's already been signed by a completely new club..."

"I'd like to learn more about it, after all, it's a promising company that the company has its eye on, it is..."

By this time, the two had already circled around to the rest area.

The place was bustling with activity, and many support groups were organizing rehearsals.

Of course, most of them are not fans, but rather family, friends, colleagues, or classmates of the candidates.

Some of them are professional audience members arranged by their sponsors, who are there to promote their own creations.

"No, no!"

"That's not the rhythm there!"

Behind the pillar, a dozen or so students in high school uniforms were forming a loose circle.

In the center of the circle, a short-haired girl who appeared to be the organizer was blushing and excitedly instructing those around her.

"Yes, yes! Two taps! Make it crispy!"

The girl awkwardly gestured to indicate her name, holding a handwritten call book covered with arrows and numerous half-understood errors, clearly indicating that she herself had not truly grasped the logic behind it.

The two people closest to her nodded vigorously and followed her instructions with great effort.

It seems that the three of them are the core of this little support group.

But the situation is completely different for other people in the industry.

A tall boy yawned, his eyes already drifting towards the line of people selling photos in the distance.

The bespectacled boy next to him was looking at the organizer.

But it was clear that he was more interested in this girl than the idol he was about to support.

Two girls huddled together, looking down at their phone screens, occasionally letting out suppressed laughter.

Clearly, his mind was no longer on this.

"Hello!"

"This is her first official stage performance!"

The organizers' voices were clearly pleading.

"At least, let's support her in making this disclosure a success. Whether we have support or not makes a real difference!"

"Okay, okay..."

The tall boy dragged out his words, finally raising his hand and waving it weakly twice.

"Is this alright?"

"I mean, can she really do it? All those other professional athletes have such big entourages..."

"Shut up!"

The short-haired girl immediately glared at her.

"We're here because we're her friends, right? We should at least live up to that friendship!"

Friendship...

The word seemed to have a slight effect on them; the tall boy shut his mouth, looking somewhat embarrassed.

The girls who were looking at their phones temporarily put them away and barely managed to stand up straight.

Practice again.

The short-haired girl started with great enthusiasm, and the others, though reluctant, joined in sporadically.

Their movements were uneven and their slogans were scattered, but they eventually formed the appearance of a "group".

The force in my arms increased.

Hiroshi Nakajima glanced at Asuka out of the corner of his eye; the child was clearly incredibly envious.

Even a casual observer could see that only the three people in the center of this small group were genuinely there to support the cause; the others had been dragged along by them.

But it seems that even such a grand display could make her genuinely yearn for it.

Perhaps... she lacks friends.

"This is the most basic kind of support group, which is very common in TV shows."

"I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines on the day of the Asuka Hanabira's performance."

"So, you're not fighting alone, understand?"

Asuka's arms tightened around him.

"……good."

Relatives and friends...

Hiroshi Nakajima, what are you to me, boss, or...?

"Then you must come, even if no one else comes..."

Asuka had a vague feeling that she might not need the support groups around her that had been dragged along by force.

Not far away, a girl dressed in a simple stage outfit, with her makeup and hair already done, was secretly peeking over from the backstage area.

She gently bit her lower lip, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt, her whole body tense, only her shoulders trembling slightly.

Clearly, the situation had just unfolded before their eyes.

I wonder how she feels.

The girl took several deep breaths before straightening her back as much as possible, then turned and disappeared into the shadows backstage.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle. It's another cheap sequined outfit. The lighting is so difficult..."

Nobody cared.