I Became the Manager of the First Galactical Idols novel Chapter 2

After chatting with the girls for a couple of minutes, I had to leave because my next class was about to begin. I told them I would come back later in the evening.

Not only was I lucky to find an opportunity like that, but the university was only five minutes away on foot. Transport and time were not going to be a problem. However, wandering through the Trading District didn't give me much confidence. It was known for being one of the most dangerous districts, if not the most. Police were rarely seen around, giving street merchants—or colloquially called Dreamers—a chance to sell their creations even though it was illegal to sell stuff on the street without a permit.

No one knew why the district had been forgotten by the local government. Many theories floated around. The one I heard the most suggested that the government took fees from the sales made inside the district. Not only from Dreamers, but from all kinds of shady businesses.

It was an entirely different world compared to the rest of the country. People avoided passing by it at all costs, making it a good place to collect your thoughts because of how little noise there was—provided you could suppress the fear of being mugged.

Maybe it's not a good idea… No, I won't run away anymore!

I arrived at the university and headed to my lecture located in the smallest building on the campus. No one had arrived yet except for the professor—who I secretly had a crush on. She was sitting at her desk, reading a book.

Now's the time to impress her.

"Professor Fuku!" I greeted her.

"Miyahara. You seem more joyous than usual."

She noticed it right away! She really cares about me!

I nodded. "Yes. Because I finally know what my final project will be about."

"And what is that?"

"It's a… surprise!"

I can't tell her yet! It hasn't even been an hour since it happened. I'm not confident enough.

"Really? What a bummer. Well, I'll look forward to tomorrow, then."

"Wait, what? Tomorrow?"

She nodded. "The deadline for your project's introduction. You didn't forget, did you?"

"O-Of course not! It's almost ready, actually. So please look forward to it!"

I thought it was next week! But I didn't forget. And it's almost ready because it will be done by tomorrow, so I'm not lying to her.

"Sure," she said with a gentle and soothing smile.

Three of the remaining nine Business Administration students arrived at the classroom. The program was practically dead due to the world running out of space and resources. There were even rumors of the program being closed soon. No businesses searched for a business manager. When a business lost its manager, it would be replaced by an associate or someone with close connections.

"Professor Fuku, what do you think about the rumors of the program being closed?"

She seemed surprised. "I try not to care about them. If they close it, they close it."

"And what's your stance on it?"

Thoughtful for a moment, she replied, "I'd say they weren't looking ahead. Earth might be full, but more planets with new opportunities are on the horizon."

I smiled. That's what I wanted to hear.

"Oops. I shouldn't be talking like that about my employer and alma mater. Naughty Miyahara, you always make me say things I shouldn't. Please go to your seat. The lecture will begin shortly."

"Sure!"

The lecture was fun and instructive, as usual from any lecture Professor Fuku gave. The rest of the lectures for the day were boring and hard to understand. Especially math. I already hated the subject and the professor only worsened it.

Finally, I was free for the evening. I had no time to lose and headed straight to the weird girls' place. Even if it only was a five-minute walk, I looked for information about idols on the QNet—classically known as the Internet—using my glasses. They were cheap, so I didn't mind if they got stolen.

I arrived at the ancient building and put my glasses in the front pocket of my pants. The sign had already been taken off, which made me strangely happy. I stepped inside and stood in front of the door. I tried to turn the archaic knob, but the door wouldn't open.

It's locked. Wait. They said this was their home, so they could be—

"Hey, you," a raspy, stupidly deep voice growled. "What are you doing here?"

I turned around to see a bald, muscular giant standing on the rotten stairs. A monster with tattoos that could easily kill me with his pinky. How do the stairs support its weight?!

He walked down the creaking stairs and approached me.

"S-Sorry. I was looking for the girls that live here—"

Out of the blue, he clasped my neck with his huge hand.

"You even admit you're a creep, you creep."

I couldn't neither breathe nor speak. He lifted me from the floor and walked to the front door. He opened it with his other hand and tossed me onto the sidewalk downstairs. I landed on my back, leaving me unable to breathe for a moment.

That's going to hurt tomorrow…

"Don't come back."

I sat on the ground, slowly catching my breath. But I have to…

"Gorō!" the blonde girl shouted. "What happened?"

She and Risa arrived behind Gorō.

You took your damn time…

"Sanae, I got rid of a creep," he cutely said.

Huh? Where's the threatening voice from a second ago?!

Sanae looked at me. "He's not a creep. He's our new manager."

"Manager? You finally got one?!"

She nodded with a smirk. "Sorry we didn't tell you—Hey!"

Gorō squeezed Sanae, lifting her from the ground. "I'm so happy!"

"I know, but let go of me! I can't breathe!"

"Oh, sorry."

He gently lowered her to the floor.

"So go and apologize to him," Sanae said.

"But what if he really is a creep?"

"He's not."

We just met and she already trusts me so much.

"He looks too weak and cowardly to do something like that."

"Hey!" I yelled.

"But only cowards would do something repugnant like that," Gorō replied.

"Now that you say it… Just don't worry. Even if he tries something, we'll kick his butt out. And we'll call you."

Gorō nodded. He walked down the short stairs and offered me his hand. I reluctantly grabbed it and he lifted me like a feather.

"Sorry, young man. I'm just protecting the girls."

"Yes, and you're doing a great job… Call me Kaito."