Chapter 24: Dreams and Reality

Miss Luo Quan's eyes widened: "I didn't hear it wrong, you want to be an idol?"

Junko Yagyu nodded: "That's right, this is a dream I've had since I was very young. I remember I told you, right?"

"I thought you were joking." Miss Luo Quan sighed, "I consider I know why your grandfather scolded you. Instead of reading the good University of Tokyo, you have to be an idol. Isn't this a crooked way?"

"I don't like what you said." Seeing Wen Xia put her hands on her hips, her expression very serious: "Idols are not a crooked way. This is a decent profession that can satisfy the spiritual needs of teenagers, maintain social stability, and promote economic development. Now the idol industry in the three major Asian countries is developing vigorously, and the prospects are very broad. What's wrong with being an idol?"

"Besides, Junko's appearance is so cute. She belongs to the high-quality newcomer who can debut on the spot in the Japanese market. She can become popular with a little exposure!"

Junko Yagyu said softly: "Actually... I want to go to South Korea to be an idol."

"Ah?" Seeing Wen Xia was surprised, "The idol market in South Korea is so fierce, why are you going there?"

Junko Yagyu said seriously: "It is because it is fierce, so I want to go there to prove myself. Besides, I can't accept many things in the Japanese idol world, so I want to change an environment."

Seeing Wen Xia frowned: "Developing in South Korea requires extremely strong strength. You are probably eighteen years old now, and you are a bit old among trainees."

Junko Yagyu said excitedly: "I'm not unprepared at all. I can dance, and I have also practiced singing!"

"Then you dance and let me see." Seeing Wen Xia said, lying back, and Miss Luo Quan also hurriedly leaned against the wall, giving Junko Yagyu a space that was not too big.

There is a dance in Japan called Butoh. In the 1960s, because of Japan's "de-Westernization" movement, it was created after combining Eastern and Western dances.

Miss Luo Quan had seen this kind of dance on TV a few times. It is very weird, has a kind of dark, twisted, desperate beauty, and is very consistent with Japan's local characteristics.

However, Miss Luo Quan couldn't get where this kind of dance was good-looking, but felt it was eerie and terrifying. She watched it once and had several nightmares for several nights.

Originally, she thought the dance Junko Yagyu said was Butoh. After all, in her impression, Junko Yagyu was a relatively traditional Japanese girl, and she would definitely learn some of this national art.

However, what made Miss Luo Quan drop her glasses was that after Junko Yagyu rolled the skirt of her long dress to her thighs and fixed it with a clip, she actually gave her and Seeing Wen Xia a jazz dance.

Although there was no music accompaniment, it did not affect Junko Yagyu's performance. Her waist and hips were full of dynamic, and the coordination of her hands and steps was unusually coordinated. The only shortcoming was that the movements were not crisp enough, appearing a bit soft.

After a dance, Junko Yagyu put down her skirt, crossed her hands on her stomach, and stared at Seeing Wen Xia with a look of anxiety.

Miss Luo Quan said in surprise: "Junko, when did you learn to dance? Why have I never seen you dance before?!"

Junko Yagyu said shyly: "It's the dance class I secretly signed up for. I didn't tell anyone."

"Your dance... I can only give four points." Seeing Wen Xia made an evaluation with a serious expression.

Miss Luo Quan smiled: "It's okay, it's two points away from passing."

"Ten points is the minimum standard for debut." Seeing Wen Xia's sentence made the whole room fall into silence.

Junko Yagyu looked frustrated and slowly fell to the ground: "My level is really far behind."

Miss Luo Quan questioned: "Seeing Wen Xia, you are too strict. Junko's dance is not much worse than those trainees in China, why is it only four points?"

Seeing Wen Xia shook her head and said: "You also know it's China, but what Junko wants to go to is South Korea. In South Korea, this level of dance is really not outstanding."

Miss Luo Quan looked at the disappointed Junko Yagyu and encouraged: "Then Junko, you sing another song. If the singing is good, it will definitely add a lot of points."

"Okay!" Junko Yagyu clenched her fists, stood up, and played the music accompaniment with her mobile phone, which was Miss Luo Quan's "Lemon".

Unfortunately, Junko Yagyu's singing voice was not even as good as her dance. Except for not being off-key, there was basically nothing worth praising in the whole song.

Seeing Wen Xia didn't speak, just glanced at Miss Luo Quan, meaning you are more professional than me, so let you be the bad guy.

Looking at Junko's expectant eyes, Miss Luo Quan scratched her hair in a dilemma: "Well... Junko, your pitch is very accurate, but there is still a lot of room for improvement in singing ability, and you need to work harder."

"A lot of room for improvement" means the level is really too low. Junko Yagyu can still understand this kind of subtext.

However, she was actually prepared, but she still showed a smile at this time: "It doesn't matter, I will double my efforts to exercise my dance and singing skills. Being an idol is my dream, and I will never give up easily!"

Seeing Wen Xia sighed and shook her head: "I don't want to pour cold water on you, but I'm afraid the possibility of you debuting in South Korea is not very high.

Although you are only eighteen, you are already considered older among trainees. If you want to reach the standard of debut, you have to spend at least two or three years. The older you are, the less likely you are to debut. Besides, the competition there is so fierce, and the possibility of becoming popular is also very slim."

Junko Yagyu said in distress: "Then... what should I do?"

"Actually, you don't have to hang yourself on a tree. Changing a place to develop might have a very good prospect." Seeing Wen Xia smiled like a fox at this moment.

"How to change?" Junko Yagyu was unprepared and was stepping into the trap set by Seeing Wen Xia step by step.

Seeing Wen Xia smiled: "For example, you can debut in China! The competition there is not as fierce as in South Korea, but the market is broader than in Japan, and the status of artists is quite high, and the income is the highest among the three countries. You can completely go to China to be an idol!

If you are interested, I can teach you to dance during this time, and Miss Luo Quan can also teach you singing. In a short time, it will definitely make your singing and dancing strength have a big improvement."

"Really!" Junko Yagyu stood up excitedly.

"It's just that I don't know how your Mandarin is? If you want to debut in China, Mandarin is very important."

Junko Yagyu said in Mandarin: "The foreign language I minored in at university is Chinese, and I have also learned a lot from Izumi-chan when I was in high school. Daily communication is no big problem, it's just that the accent is a bit..."

Seeing Wen Xia nodded: "This level is already very good. As long as you speak more usually, the accent is not a big problem."

Chinese is one of the most difficult languages recognized by UNESCO. Although Japanese characters are derived from Chinese characters, the pronunciation is very different. Many Japanese people cannot distinguish between flat and warped tongues and front and back nasal sounds, and Junko Yagyu does very well in this regard. In time, it will not be difficult to speak Mandarin clearly.

"Because of my business, I have caused you such a big trouble, please take care of me in the future!" Junko Yagyu knelt in front of Seeing Wen Xia with a thud, scaring her to jump up immediately.

"What are you doing? I don't need to perform such a big gift to thank me!" Seeing Wen Xia hurriedly helped Junko Yagyu up.

However, Junko Yagyu didn't feel anything. Kneeling in Japan is actually a very common etiquette, usually used for apologies or expressing respect to people.

While this side was making trouble, Miss Luo Quan's mobile phone ringtone rang again.

Seeing Wen Xia looked over curiously: "You don't have another good friend coming to find you, do you?"

"I only have Junko as a friend in Japan." Miss Luo Quan picked up the phone, her eyebrows frowned slightly: "It's Mom."

"Ah... Aunt Luo!" Seeing Wen Xia was surprised and happy.

"Hello, Mom?"

"Good daughter, Mom finally contacted you. How have you been living alone these days? Your pocket money should be spent, right? It's all Mom's fault for leaving in such a hurry, plus the signal on the island is not good. Mom will send the money back to you later!"

Hearing her mother's apologetic words, Miss Luo Quan smiled: "No need, your daughter has made a lot of money now."

"What big money?" Miss Luo Quan's mother was stunned.

"I debuted as a singer. Now the record is selling well. Soon I can buy a house in Tokyo!"

"Really?!" Miss Luo Quan's mother made a surprised sound, "My daughter is so amazing at everything she does, it really makes Mom feel proud."

"Don't talk about me first, Mom, how are you on the island? Did you find Dad?"

Miss Luo Quan's mother suddenly lowered her voice: "Found it, I found a room near where your father lives. I can see him going out to walk the dog every morning. He is still as handsome as before~~~"

"My Mom..." Miss Luo Quan's hometown dialect was anxious, "Why are you like a flower idiot? If you find him, just go to the door. Hiding like a stalker and peeking every day, what is this?"

Miss Luo Quan's mother's voice became a little low: "I... I'm afraid he will run away like he did back then..."

"Mom, listen to me, long pain is better than short pain. You won't have a result if you hide like this."

"Then I will go find your father tomorrow!"

"Well, no matter what, your daughter will never abandon you, I wish you success!"

Hanging up the phone, Miss Luo Quan took a long breath.

Junko Yagyu and Seeing Wen Xia both knew Miss Luo Quan's life experience. Hearing the conversation between mother and daughter, they probably knew what was going on, so they didn't ask more questions.

Just like that, there was one more resident in Miss Luo Quan's crowded room, and the increasingly compressed living space had made her start looking for a larger apartment. ===== CHAPTER 25 =====