early morning.

Although Japan has a low latitude and often snows in winter, it is not as cold as the same latitude because it is the coastal area of ​​the island country.

However, despite this, it is still very cold for the children.

"Hu~" Only the second-grade child let go of his mother's hand with one hand and blew his fingers that were as red as carrots.

"Mom, can we play?" the child asked his mother with his head raised.

"Mom ask." The young mother looked at the long queue in front of her, her eyes were a little dull.

Although she and her son arrived at the competition venue for the first bus today, when they arrived here, they had already seen more than 300 people in the team lined up.

"Impossible!" The mother and son who had just gotten out of the car behind the mother and son said as they ran, "I have been staying up late and taken the train for several hours. I finally caught the first bus. How could this happen?"

"How is it impossible! You may see Takahashi when you come here!" The child wearing thick velvet gloves said proudly with his neck tilted.

"Takahashi! Takahashi! I really don't know what's good with this Takahashi!" Mom said dissatisfied.

"Takahashi is so good! Better than the big brothers you like mom!" the child retorted.

"Shh..." Mom looked around guiltily.

The largest consumer group in Japanese music scene, or idol groups, is actually a housewife before the otaku.

Isn’t it normal for mothers who are in charge of family wealth to spend some money on their hobbies?

Moms buy records, discs, posters, even magazines and fans without looking at the price.

However, although many housewives like the "young guys" of boy groups, there are very few housewives who publicly say that they like these boy group idols. Because, from a certain perspective, such behavior is considered mentally infidel. It is natural for mothers to be so nervous.

The sky is gloomy, and a few snowflakes are faintly falling.

Takahashi stood at the entrance of the venue, looking at the people in the long queue, with a wry smile on his face.

"Have you seen it?" Yukio Oriri said with a cup of hot drink to Takahashi. The young errand running man, who was moving background, carried a thermos to pour hot water for the people in line.

"I haven't seen it before." Takahashi shook his head, "Does Japan love to queue up so much?"

"Or?" Yukio Oriri raised his head and drank the hot red bean drink, and said with a smile, "Or what do you think the first time limited, limited special offer, and limited time special offer come out?"

"That's not that long, right? It's just a game. I heard that I came to queue up at around 3 a.m.," Takahashi said.

He was already very tired, and he got up earlier than before today. After the staff found these people who had been waiting here early, they greeted Takahashi.

He chatted with these sleepy children for a while, and when it was almost dawn, he only took a short break for the performance of the formal competition.

"It's almost time, let's start entering the market." Takahashi said.

"Okay." As the director, Yukio Orita recruited people in charge of communications and asked various departments to start working.

The quota for the morning competition was only 200, which was not enough for the more than 300 people outside.

The 201st, the child who was stopped outside, looked disappointed.

The competition begins.

Although "Star Power" has been out for a while, the scores of children who practice more have not become higher. This is because the weather is too cold and the hands are frozen.

The morning game was over. Takahashi had a hurry to finish his meal and came out to comfort the team that had accumulated more than 600 people.

There are so many people who want to participate in the competition.

In addition to the 800 young players who want to participate in the "Star Power" competition, there are more than 1,000 relatives and friends. In addition, there are more than 1,000 children who are here to watch the competition.

Looking at the crowded stadium, Takahashi took a deep breath, plucked up the courage, came out of the backstage, and walked to the front stage.

"Takahashi! Signature!"

"sign!"

"Takahashi! Takahashi!"

"Takahashi!"

...

The sounds were coming one after another. Although these children were not very tall, Takahashi was still so crowded that he couldn't stand it anymore.

After finally standing against the wall, Takahashi took out a pen and signed the children one by one. Because he only signed "gq", the signature speed was still very fast.

"Wuwu...Wuwu..." There were finally fewer people signing the autograph. Takahashi suddenly heard crying in a noisy environment. Following the sound, he saw a child with velvet gloves hanging around his neck crying.

"What's wrong with you?" Takahashi asked after squatting down.

"No...no, I want to participate in the competition!" said the child.

Although he was queuing in more than 300 points, because his stomach suddenly became damaged, his mother took him to find the toilet, and he was no longer as good as the competition.

When the child’s mother explained the whole story, she also explained that she and the child came from a very far place, and the child really wanted to compete.

Takahashi pondered for a while, since he had already lined up, he could not get in. This was unfair to those who had been lined up.

but……

"Hold a nightclub!" Takahashi said to the staff who maintained order beside him. He turned his head and said to the child, "Does your stomach still hurt? You can rest for a while, and there will be an extra nightclub at night. Is it okay to play at night? Look at the people in the team, they are always in line. If I ask you to go back and queue up, it will be unfair to them!"

"Yes!" the child nodded violently.

"By the way, what's your name?" Takahashi asked.

"My name is Takuno Kishimoto."

"Come on!" Takahashi encouraged.

"Um!"

...

Although Takahashi said that he would add a nightclub, the second half of the itinerary had been arranged, and Yukio Orita had already walked to arrange the venue for tomorrow.

Therefore, the rest time ends immediately and the process of the competition begins to be compressed.

The final "night game" was divided into two teams of 100 people to compete. In the end, there were a total of winners in the morning, winners in the afternoon, and two winners of the "night game" participated in the semi-finals.

Takahashi specially found Takuno Kishimoto and asked about his grades. Unfortunately, his score was too low and it was not enough.

"Don't be discouraged. Do you know that you should work hard like games in the future when studying!" Takahashi comforted him and encouraged him.

"Yes!" Takuno Kishimoto mustered up his courage again.

Is this chicken soup?

Takahashi smiled and shook his head, got into the caravan, and raised the microphone.
Chapter completed!