As if summoned, the brother arrived.

Someone chose a song by Yuuto Arisugawa. The familiar intro made Yuzu Arisugawa exclaim, “Eh?”

Kiyomi Senashi, holding the microphone, announced, “Next, let’s have Ms. Yuzu Arisugawa, who brought us a night with a dog and a cat!”

Yuzu Arisugawa confidently walked onto the makeshift stage, taking the microphone, her smile radiant.

She confidently sang into the microphone, “No joke, I sing this song better than Yuuto Arisugawa himself!”

The song was called “Chasing the Wind,” about the youthful freedom of teenagers.

Yuuto Arisugawa had a system that helped him become a super idol; the system had top-level composers and lyricists.

The system was a devoted fan of Yuzu Arisugawa. Especially after failing to bind Yuzu Arisugawa, Yuuto Arisugawa, who certainly had idol potential, couldn’t help but feel restless. The system couldn’t resist using Yuzu Arisugawa’s voice and vocal range in its arrangements.

Therefore, “Chasing the Wind,” besides the publicly known version, also had a more perfect duet version, unknown to the public.

The public only knew it was Yuuto Arisugawa’s hit song; few knew how well Yuzu Arisugawa suited it.

But those present knew one thing: Yuzu Arisugawa was a natural-born idol.

Even her own brother, who had started an entertainment company, couldn’t stop other agencies from pursuing her.

Yuzu Arisugawa’s makeup wasn’t heavy; it was just brighter than usual. But under the bright overhead lights, the fine glitter became noticeable.

The girl’s voice was as clear as the wind, conveying the carefree attitude of someone who had given up music and then picked it back up, and her love for her current life.

The stage was simple: just a microphone and two speakers, with only the overhead light above her. As soon as she opened her mouth, she easily captivated everyone present, exuding intense vitality.

Few Japanese people hadn’t seen Yuuto Arisugawa’s performances. In the National Olympic Stadium, on a stage with over 100,000 people, he was the sole center, captivating more than 100,000 hearts, yet he controlled the entire stage with his presence.

Yuzu Arisugawa swayed her hands to the music, her movements casual, as if she were with friends in a small karaoke room. But her figure mirrored Yuuto Arisugawa’s on stage, her stage presence steady. In Genichiro Sanada’s words, she had the “commander’s demeanor.”

No wonder Yuuto Arisugawa’s idol system, even after time travel, wanted to bind Yuzu Arisugawa. Among so many worlds searching for hosts, this one’s talent shone too brightly.

Unfortunately, due to excitement, a collision occurred with a certain dessert fairy: one bound the wrong host, the other fell into the wrong world.

Yuzu Arisugawa really treated this like karaoke. Spotting that her next dish was ready, she tried to leave during the interlude. “Does anyone want to take the microphone? My dish is ready!”

The audience really treated it like a concert, booing her for being unprofessional.

Yuzu Arisugawa, with a “I’ve got something to say” expression, said, “I’m being professional by hurrying to eat! See? The food made by Totsuki Academy’s top seat! My career peak!”

Atobe Keigo glanced at her. “You have a career plan?”

Two months ago, she was still lamenting at Atobe’s house about whether a dropout should submit to a music academy, studying music for three years to get a degree before entering society.

Four years ago, she was still lamenting at Atobe’s house about not wanting to play the cello.

Atobe Keigo knew about the dessert fairy, but because he knew too much, he felt his childhood friend had no concept of a career plan.

Yuzu Arisugawa replied, “Short-term plans are still plans. Hurry up, Peacock Keigo, take over!”

Atobe Keigo had stood up, but upon hearing “Peacock Keigo,” he sat back down, unhappy.

Yuzu Arisugawa looked at him, then handed the microphone to Peter.

Yes, Atobe Peter, who was strolling around the stage.

Before Yuzu Arisugawa could adjust the microphone height, Peter, as if knowing what to do, immediately sat down, raising his head to reach the microphone.

Yuzu Arisugawa adjusted the height and walked towards the cooking station. Peter let out a long “Woof.”

It actually had a certain rhythm.

The audience cheered for him.

Yuzu Arisugawa scooped a spoonful of her soup and whistled at Atobe Keigo. “Amazing, Atobe Peter. I’ll arrange a manager for you. Little Peter’s debut is tomorrow.”

“What’s this called today? Peter’s Rise to Top!”

Shiraishi’s atmosphere team was in place. “Cheers to Peter!”

Akaya Kirishima jumped in front of Ryoma Echizen. “Damn it, Ice Emperor’s dog can sing! Karubin, you can’t lose! The next song has to be Rikkai’s! Karubin’s!”

Ryoma Echizen turned around, holding Karubin, leaving a dismissive back to his senpai.

Akaya Kirishima was shocked. He had been dismissed! He was going to make a fuss.

He made a loud and heartfelt fuss, with Genichiro Sanada gradually approaching behind him.

A silent prayer for him.

Yuzu Arisugawa turned around and continued eating.

Although it’s not good to leave the cooking table while working, it didn’t prevent those nearby from chatting, especially since the atmosphere was so good.

Sōmei Saitō: “I didn’t expect the atmosphere here to be so good.”

Ryotan Kobayashi: “Youth, beautiful youth.”

Ninin Kuninaka: “Junior, you seem extraordinary. What’s your cooking like?”

Ryotan Kobayashi: “I know this! Yuzu truly believes in the coffee jelly god! Her…”

At this time, Yuzu Arisugawa pushed her soup bowl towards the cooking station. “Senpai Shi, want to try some?”

Eisuke Shi was puzzled. “Is there a problem?”

Yuzu Arisugawa’s eyes seemed sprinkled with starlight, a gentle and bright smile on her lips. “It’s delicious, so I wanted Senpai Shi to try it too.”

Eisuke Shi quickly waved his hands. “No, no, I can’t eat the guests’…”

Yuzu Arisugawa interrupted him, pushing her spoon forward. “Or would Senpai prefer to use my spoon?”

Eisuke Shi instantly became an obedient cat, taking an unused spoon to scoop a mouthful.

Yuzu Arisugawa smiled contentedly. “Is this perhaps the taste of ‘wind’? Senpai Shi is very good at incorporating musical rhythm and tempo into your dishes.”

Eisuke Shi looked down at the soup, his lips pursed, his bangs casting a shadow over his upper face, obscuring his expression.

He stopped Yuzu Arisugawa from taking another bite.

Yuzu Arisugawa slapped his hand away, ignoring his serious expression. “It’s good, don’t disturb me while I’m eating.”

Eisuke Shi didn’t look away, his gaze fixed on her hand holding the spoon, neither confirming nor denying.

Yuzu Arisugawa, perhaps feeling he was in the way, took her soup bowl back to the table. Renji Yanagi sat down beside her, looking hesitant to speak.

Yuzu Arisugawa: “No, you don’t want to know.”

Renji Yanagi: “…I haven’t asked yet.”

Renji Yanagi: “The reason Eisuke Shi is so interested here is 17.8% because he cares about the taste of this dish, 82.2% because he cares about you, and the probability of you actively flirting with him is 67.9%.”

Yuzu Arisugawa asked him, tilting her head, “Then what about the remaining percentage?”

Renji Yanagi stated precisely, “He has a crush on you. I’ve been observing all night. The probability wasn’t that high, but considering your average rate of receiving unrequited love, it increases accordingly.”

Yuzu Arisugawa sighed. “Some people’s loves are tennis, some are coffee jelly, and some… their love is cooking.”

Renji Yanagi corrected her, “Actually, coffee jelly is a type of cooking.”

Yuzu Arisugawa: “Shut up.”

Renji Yanagi: “Okay.”

The atmosphere remained lively; even the coach was pulled onto the stage to sing karaoke, then, grabbing the microphone, couldn’t help but give a victory speech for the U18 win.

Yuzu Arisugawa, full and satisfied, took a glass of slightly alcoholic fruit wine and poured it into a cocktail glass.

As the saying goes, after drinking, thoughts arise; full and with nothing to do.

She elegantly and calmly walked over to Atobe Keigo, placing her glass next to his non-alcoholic drink and pushing it forward.

Her hand didn’t idle; she naturally took his non-alcoholic drink.

“Keigo, you have to win~”

Atobe Keigo pretended she was being friendly, picking up the glass beside him and clinking it with hers, drinking it all in one go, a gesture of reconciliation.

Yuzu Arisugawa was wondering why his drink was such a strange color. Even a new non-alcoholic drink from the Atobe family shouldn’t be this un-glamorous.

But seeing him drink it without noticing anything, she tilted her head and drank hers.

Then, there was nothing more.

Her sense of taste seemed to be assaulted again, her vision seemed to disappear, and after hearing someone call her name in a daze, only a rumbling sound remained.

This drink had the potential to eliminate the five senses.

—Yuzu Arisugawa’s confirmation.jpg

Before Yuzu Arisugawa tilted her head back, Sadaharu Kaneda (the Oriole) had already slipped away.

Eisuke Shi saw part of the disaster:

Yuzu Arisugawa exchanged glasses with Atobe Keigo. She drank from Atobe Keigo’s glass, then collapsed unconscious, and everyone, led by Keigo Shinkura, anxiously gathered around.

Atobe Keigo drank from the glass Yuzu Arisugawa had poured the slightly alcoholic wine into, and started laughing wildly, grabbing the microphone to try to recreate his tennis techniques, shouting, “Be captivated by my amazing skills! Hahahahaha! As expected of me! I’m the king of the kingdom!”

Ryotan Kobayashi and Ninin Kuninaka, who were chatting, saw the entire disaster:

A bespectacled black-haired hedgehog had earlier done something indescribable to the bottle next to Atobe Keigo, refilling the empty glass before Yuzu Arisugawa’s whim, and slipped away before the incident.

Yuzu Arisugawa exchanged glasses and drank the already swapped liquid.

Yuzu Arisugawa, deceased.

Teruki Kuga, who had overheard the whole story, laughed uncontrollably, clutching his stomach. “This is what China calls, ‘The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind,’ hahahahaha.”

Sōmei Saitō and Fuyumi Yukimura, who had a low presence: …This junior is really interesting.