Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 120 Aoyama Osamu Brings a Sense of Crisis
"Rin, what do you think?" Ono Mika looked at her younger brother.

"It's so catchy it's starting to interfere with my studies," Aoyama replied after careful consideration. "I'll go to the library and see if there are any seats left."

“Come back!” Ono Mika said with a smile.

Aoyama Risa smiled and stopped packing her textbooks.

"How could the manager secretly study while we're practicing!" Bess Sakura accused.

“A good manager should not disturb the artists when they are practicing,” said Osamu Aoyama.

"But the thought of you studying makes it impossible for us to concentrate!"

"You ranked 44th this time, right? You were first in math, weren't you? And now you're learning Japanese, aren't you? If you keep going like this, you'll definitely get first place. How can this be allowed?!" F. Rino said angrily.

Is something wrong?

"Then what do you want me to do? Buy water? You should have water by now," Aoyama Risa asked, giving up the struggle.

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“You’re so useless,” the drummer Meng Shi said.

"I'm so useless, I'm really sorry." Aoyama Rido said, "Alright, stop chatting and get back to practice. There are midterm exams and a long-distance running competition this month, so there isn't as much time as you might think."

“We’ve been training for a long time, now it’s time to rest,” said Akika Wagatsuma.

“In that case,” Aoyama Risa stood up, “I’ll take this opportunity to set goals for you and create a sense of urgency.”

"Target?" Mika Ono asked, puzzled. Wasn't it resurrection?
"Crisis?" Bess Sakura asked, puzzled.

Rie Aoyama pulled over the movable blackboard.

“First is the goal,” he wrote down the word “goal” while speaking, “The big goal is ‘Budokan’; the medium goal is ‘school festival performance’; and the small goal is ‘resurrection’.”

"Your handwriting is very beautiful, little brother."

"Shut up."

"Woo~" My wife Akika is quite good at acting cute.

"As you all know from *The Art of War*, it says, 'Aim for the highest and you'll achieve the middle; aim for the middle and you'll achieve the lowest; aim for the lowest and you'll surely fail.' So our goal is—"

"The President of the Universe!" Drummer Meng Shi raised his arm, his tone firm.

Aoyama Riku thought the gap between the martial arts hall and the school festival was already big enough, but he didn't expect there to be an even bigger one.

Aoyama Riki circled the three characters 'Budokan'.

"Our goal is the Martial Arts Hall. It's not about making you work hard for the 'School Festival,' but about truly working hard for the Martial Arts Hall so that we can have a great success at the School Festival!"

“This is the goal.” Aoyama wrote down ‘sense of crisis’. “Then comes the sense of crisis, mainly stemming from time. If we don’t succeed in May, the Sunny Day Band will disappear completely, and you guys will be homeless.”

"At first, we could still arrange to meet somewhere, but gradually, the number of meetings decreased until we completely lost contact."

“How tragic,” my wife, Akari, said.

"When we meet face to face, we hesitate whether to greet each other, but before we can say anything, we walk past each other. Even if we meet face to face again, we will never greet each other again. All the past has vanished like a bubble."

“And it’s so realistic!” F. Rino said.

“This is not the future I want!” Bess Sakurako also said.

“But,” F. Rino tentatively asked, “can’t we practice at Mika-senpai’s house right now?”

Bess Sakura quickly calmed down: "Oh right."

“By then, I will have Mei-hua join another club. She will no longer be a member of the Sunny Day Band. Will you still have the nerve to come to my house then?” Aoyama Rika said.

"What are you saying, Aoyama-kun!" Drummer Yumemi stood on tiptoe and put her hand on Aoyama Risa's shoulder. "We've eaten fried chicken, dorayaki, hamburger steak, and mapo tofu together. We're not just teammates anymore, we're friends, aren't we? Is there anything wrong with visiting friends' houses often?"

"Well done!" The other three gave her a thumbs up.

It's not just that the words are good, it's that the "doing" is good.

“For your future,” Aoyama Risa removed her hand, “I have decided to sever our friendship, even though it will be painful.”

"Does it really hurt?" Akika asked to confirm.

"It hurts a little more than waking up early."

“That must hurt a lot.” Bess Sakura nodded in agreement.

Ono Mika couldn't help but laugh; only she knew that Aoyama Osamu got up at 4 or 5 a.m. every day.

“Mika-nee, if you don’t successfully revive, I will force you to join other clubs, such as the manga club. Do you want to separate from them?” Aoyama Rika said.

"You're so mean." Ono Mika sensed the danger. "Time!" Aoyama Osamu continued mischievously, "Today is the 9th, there are only 22 days left, and there are only 16 days in school. Subtracting the five days when club activities are suspended due to midterm exams, there are only 11 days left!"
"If we remove one day from the long-distance race, there are 10 days left!"
"What do you plan to do?"

The atmosphere was solemn.

“Hey, I have a question,” drummer Yumemi said, standing on tiptoe again and putting her hand on Aoyama Risa’s shoulder, “isn’t our goal the martial arts dojo? Why are you only thinking about the club’s revival?”

“If this continues, we’ll definitely suffer a defeat if we aim too low,” Bess Sakura said.

Everyone looked at Aoyama Ryo.

Aoyama Ryo turned around and wrote "26th" on the blackboard.

“That’s the day,” he said to the girls. “The day before the long-distance race, after school, you’ll perform in the courtyard—I’ll apply for the venue for you.”

"26?!"

"Oh no, oh no, I'm really starting to feel the crisis, I'm so nervous!"

Ono Mika took a deep breath.

The thought of singing in front of the whole school made it impossible for me to calm down, no matter how deep I tried to take a deep breath.

My heart is beating so fast.

"It's all Aoyama-kun's fault, I feel like throwing up now."

“Sakura-senpai, I’ve always thought you’d be perfect for stand-up comedy,” F. Rino said.

"Really? Then I'll give up the band and join the crosstalk club. Please come and enjoy my stand-up comedy."

"Give up, Sakura," Akika Gasai said. "If you can't even do it with so many of us performing together on stage, how can you possibly perform stand-up comedy all by yourself?"

"Akika!" Bess Sakura hugged Agatsuma Akika and cried.

"Don't cry, don't cry." My wife Akika's eyes were also lifeless.

Aoyama was very satisfied with the situation he had created.

"My uterus is contracting!" Bess Sakura nestled in my wife Akika's arms.

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This wasn't his fault!
The group continued training.

Aoyama Rika took out her phone and took some photos, planning to post them in the group chat that evening so they could see the results and make corrections as needed.

"Dong Dong~"

Aoyama went to open the door and saw Shang Ai.

"The supervisor is here!" drummer Mengshi cheered.

"They're here to check up on us, aren't they?" F. Rino said in a low voice.

"Good afternoon," said Ai Jian, greeting everyone.

"Good afternoon, classmate," Ono Mika returned the greeting. "Thank you for always helping us, but are you alright with your own affairs?"

After seeing Ai, he realized that Ono Mika really did hate him.

Perhaps it hasn't reached the point of dislike, but the other person is clearly keeping their distance.

I don't care about love.

She had no intention of becoming friends with Ono Mika.

“I have an idea about the performance,” she said. “How about setting the date for the 26th?”

With a sorrowful expression, Akika Gasai flipped the blackboard over, revealing the side covered in writing.

Seeing that Ai had glanced at it, she smiled and asked Aoyama Osamu, "Did you write this?"

She recognized his handwriting because of the novel manuscript.

"Yes." Aoyama Osamu smiled and nodded, then turned to face the band girls. "Now you should face reality, right?"

My wife, Akika, sighed and didn't flip the blackboard over again.

What really bothered Ai was that Aoyama Osamu seemed to be keeping his distance from her as well.

Someone like him, who grew up without an umbrella, would immediately run away if someone's expression changed even slightly.

It's hard to catch.

(End of this chapter)