Attend class. Read in the library. Call someone "Mom."
Ever since his determination had been completely drained, Asakusa Tōru had been unable to muster any motivation for quite a while.
…Actually, it wasn't just because his determination had run out.
The bigger reason was the diary.
After sorting through the timeline a bit, he realized something.
Damn it.
This cursed Advanced Nurturing High School had entered another month-long dead zone.
After the midterm exam at the end of May, the next major event wouldn't happen until the final exams.
The time in between?
Completely empty.
For someone like him—a diary-style player—that was extremely unfriendly.
More importantly, the diary had clearly said that other storylines would be added.
But until now, aside from Sakurasou, Asakusa hadn't seen any other story arcs unfold.
Nor had he seen any signs that other stories were raising the plot index.
…Diary, are you screwing with me?
Just as that thought crossed his mind, Asakusa glanced at today's index.
[Today's Diary Plot Index: A]
What the hell? Just an A…
Wait.
What?
A???
Asakusa rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had misread it.
But no matter how many times he checked, the letter in front of him didn't change.
A
Holy shit.
Diary, did you suddenly change your personality?
You're handing out rewards in broad daylight now?
There's no plot happening in Advanced Nurturing High School right now!
Or could it be—
[Current Plot: BanG Dream! It's MyGO!!!!!]
"Holy shit, GO?!"
Seeing that string of bright English letters, Asakusa blurted out loud.
Luckily, the cognitive filter was still active and treated his words as diary-related content.
Otherwise, he would've triggered the "everyone look at me" effect without even using the Spotlight Lamp.
…Though there weren't many people around anyway.
Less than a week had passed since the final exam results and the loan deal with Class D.
June hadn't arrived yet.
Today was the weekend.
Receiving such a surprise suddenly made Asakusa a little emotional.
MyGO.
Also known as the "wooden cabinet band."
Simply put, it was the story of a group of first-year high school girls—each a complete weirdo—whose emotional entanglements and personal dramas eventually led them to form a band that swore to stay together forever.
…More or less.
Asakusa couldn't remember the details too clearly anymore.
After all, the sequel had left such a deep impression that it overshadowed everything else.
As for how "insane" the characters were—
Compared to Advanced Nurturing High School, MyGO probably wasn't any weaker.
In simple terms:
There was a ton of material worth roasting in a diary.
"I didn't expect it to start today…"
Asakusa was surprised.
He thought it would either start earlier or later.
Instead, it began right now.
…Diary, what the hell is your standard for determining when a story starts?
If you were talking about the beginning of the MyGO story, it should obviously start with the infamous "Black Knife Night."
The rainy night when a certain customer-service girl suddenly blew up the band—meaning she disbanded it.
But if that counted as the start, the MyGO story should have begun before he even enrolled in Advanced Nurturing High School.
After all, he had already seen the "16.8 billion news" before enrollment.
So that wasn't it.
Then maybe—
Was it when the pink-haired "dragon girl," the outsider who later pulled the band together, failed her studies abroad in the UK and returned to Japan to enroll in school?
…That didn't seem right either.
The timeline was vague, but Asakusa remembered that Chihaya transferring schools happened around Golden Week.
If that was the starting point, the plot should have started earlier.
So that wasn't it either.
Overall, aside from the one-year gap after the original band broke up, the timeline of MyGO moved pretty quickly.
After all, if teenage emotional conflicts dragged on too long, they would just end in permanent estrangement.
The entire story probably only lasted two or three months.
"…."
After a short brainstorming session, Asakusa pulled out his phone and checked the date.
May 28.
The end of May.
No matter what, the band should already be formed by now.
So the formation day wasn't it.
Considering that the plot index correlated with the importance of the event…
Asakusa reached a conclusion.
Live performance.
There was no other possibility.
The moment when Nagasaki-san's emotions exploded.
The day when Toyokawa-san shed her little pearls.
The birth of the famous lines:
"Why did you play Haruhikage?!"
and
"Let me forget everything."
If not that, Asakusa couldn't think of anything else in late May that could push the plot index up to A.
This diary entry had to be written carefully.
S-rank evaluation was mandatory.
But before deciding what to write, there was one more thing he had to consider.
Whose emotions counted toward the score?
Previously, the diary only counted the emotions of Advanced Nurturing High School students.
So he just had to roast the students around him.
But this time the plot was outside the school.
Logically speaking, he should roast every band member equally, right?
But maybe not.
The diary still clearly listed Classroom of the Elite as an active plot.
No matter what, the emotions of the "little princess" and the others would definitely count.
And although the diary said the spoiler limit had increased—
He still didn't know how much it had increased.
Should he reveal everything?
Taking all this into account, Asakusa hesitated.
He didn't even know who the diary had been sent to.
Maybe just one band member.
Maybe all of them.
If it ended up in the hands of someone who didn't care about the diary at all…
That would be a disaster.
Not good.
The timing was too tight.
You only told me today that I could write this.
That's way too harsh.
Couldn't you at least update yourself and show me the plot index for the next few days in advance?
That would help me plan my diary entries.
…Forget it.
Current time: 6 PM.
Reserve 30 minutes to write the diary.
That left 5 and a half hours to think.
Asakusa didn't put his phone away.
He unlocked it and opened the pinned chat with Kushida.
[Busy today. Handle it yourself.]
Within seconds, the unread icon turned into read.
Then a message popped up.
[?]
[Do you have another woman now?]
[Hello?]
[I saw that you read it]
[Reply]
Lock screen.
Power off.
One smooth motion.
Turning the phone back on would reveal his location.
So he wouldn't be going back to the dorm tonight.
With the universal room card in hand, he could find somewhere suitable.
And then—
Write the diary properly.
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