Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 127 The Home Security Guard is Completely Unqualified!

Apologize directly?

It can resolve the issue and alleviate her guilt, but it cannot repair the relationship.

If I can't continue to tease Aoyama Osamu and toy with the feelings of young men, what's the point?
When she meets Aoyama, she doesn't give him any room for imagination, constantly emphasizing that they are just friends, but at the same time, she makes him fall in love with her.

Originally, this idea only flashed through my mind occasionally, like the scenery outside the window, but when I thought of Miyako Yaeko's arrogant appearance, the idea became fixed, like a fire hydrant in the carriage.

We absolutely must win back.

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Two hours later.

"In short, just do more practice problems. Cramming is disgusting, but it's absolutely effective. Use any means necessary to learn," said System Aoyama Risa.

"Hmm~"

Aoyama Ryo stood up and stretched.

“Aoyama-kun is even better than the tutor at the cram school.” Drummer Yume looked up at him.

"Can a tutor from a cram school get first place in the monthly exam at Kaiming High School?" Aoyama Risa joked arrogantly.

"Not necessarily!"

The two left the garden chatting and laughing.

Drummer Mengshi left school immediately to attend a cram school class that lasted until late at night.

There was once a saying in Japanese cram schools: "Learning is like a game where you pay to play."

Some argue that, more than a child's own efforts, the father's money and the mother's excessive indulgence are the decisive factors in a child's academic performance.

Aoyama Risa waited for the Ono sisters to come home by the shoe cabinet, holding an ancient book in her hand and memorizing it.

My father had no money, my mother wasn't crazy, only I was crazy.

Aoyama Ryouya doesn't like studying, but that doesn't stop him from studying like crazy.

"Rin!" The Ono sisters walked over at the same time.

The three of them returned home, ate dinner, took showers, and were studying together when the doorbell rang.

"Brother." Mitsuki Ono handed over the bamboo knife.

"Has this bamboo sword been used to hit anyone else besides me?" Aoyama Ryou asked, taking the sword with a sarcastic tone.

The Ono sisters both laughed.

The visitor was Miyako Yaeko.

"It's dark and cold outside, let's go inside and talk." She spoke as if this were her own home.

Since the complete "Detective A" has been handed over and the client is extremely satisfied, the house has naturally been transferred to the owner, and it truly is now the Aoyama Ono family's house!
The Ono sisters were shy and had no choice but to let her in.

The ground lights in the courtyard weren't particularly bright; a person ten meters away would just be a black silhouette.

As Aoyama closed the door and turned around, he saw from afar that Miyako Yaeko's figure was slender and beautiful, captivating his heart.

The night breeze blows.

Upon entering the house, we arrived at the Japanese-style living room facing the courtyard.

Miyako Yaeko wore a soft gray short-sleeved top and a black short skirt.

Her gorgeous black hair, as black as the night, was tied with a large black bow, which would have blended into the hair if it weren't for the different materials.

Her overall attire was casual yet subtly luxurious.

“The matter has been resolved,” said Miyako Yaeko. “Aoyama, your father fled to the Shibuya red-light district and is hiding in a Russian woman’s house.”

"Russia?" Mizuki Ono asked, puzzled.

“It doesn’t matter how you look at it,” Aoyama interrupted. “As long as no one causes us any trouble in the future, it’s fine.”

Including that father.

“I assure you.” Miyako Yaeko rested her chin on her left hand on the table, looking at Aoyama Risa with a smile.

My body felt itchy from her gaze; were her eyes feathers?

Aoyama Rika knew what she was implying.

Before she came, she texted Aoyama, telling him to make sure to say those words when necessary.

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The pressure of saying those words in front of the Ono sisters was unexpectedly immense.

From the pit under the table, Miyako Yaeko kicked Aoyama Risa.

Fun fact: Besides the size of their feet, you can also tell whether the person who kicked someone is Yaeko Miyayo or Mizuki Ono by the subtle feel of their black and white stockings.

"Would you like to offer incense to my mother?" Aoyama Risa finally asked, since he had promised. Miyako Yaeko did not immediately agree.

Her expression and posture became serious as she looked at the Ono sisters: "If possible."

This woman is of a very high rank!
Her target from the beginning was not the easily defeated Aoyama Osamu, but the Ono sisters!

As a home security guard, what a dereliction of duty this is!
This woman is about to break into my house!
Ono Mizuki looked at her older sister, Ono Mika, who hesitated for a long time before finally sighing.

"Please come with me." She stood up.

The four of them arrived at the room where the memorial tablets of their two mothers were located.

Ono Mika turned on the light, and in the portraits of the two mothers, they smiled gently, seemingly comforted by the scene before them.

Mizuki Ono took four cushions out of the cupboard.

The four people knelt before the memorial tablet.

Miyako took out the funeral offerings, placed them in a lacquer basin, lit candles, and finally closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

The other three also closed their eyes and clasped their hands together.

The scent of candles filled the room.

After it was over, Aoyama Risa saw Miyako Yaeko off.

"You kept your eyes closed for a long time. Did you say anything?" Aoyama asked.

“I said, Mom, I will take care of Qingshan, Meihua, and Meiyue in your place.”

"I don't need you to take care of me."

"Come back and say that to me when you go out without a bamboo sword." Miyako Yaeko made a farewell gesture and left, surrounded by bodyguards.

However, things are not as simple as you think; the Ono sisters will not make up with you easily.

Aoyama closed the door and returned to his house.

"What are you doing?" Aoyama Rika asked, looking at the two sisters.

"Let's see how much money we have," Mika Ono replied, seemingly unsure of what she was doing.

The two were dismantling the funeral offerings for Miyako Yaeko.

"How stingy! Only gave us 30,000 yen." Ono Mizuki pouted. "Let's split it among the three of us, one bill each, as our allowance from Mom~"

The smiling faces of the two mothers appeared in Aoyama Risa's mind.

There was also the gesture of Miyako Yaeko saying she would take care of them in place of her mother.

The Ono sisters were not surprised that Miyako Yaeko could casually produce funeral gifts.
"Are you really that short of money?" he asked incredulously.

"You don't want it?" Ono Mizuki's eyes lit up.

"Yes!" He still owes money.

After the 2 million yen debt incident, I can no longer tell the Ono sisters about owing money to Aya.

It will make the two of them worry.

"Sister?" Ono Mizuki asked, puzzled.

Ono Mika put away the 30,000 yen and said to the two of them with a smile, "You've already received your allowance for this month."

Ono Mizuki panicked: "But..."

"Ok?"

"……nothing."

Keep trying! Your brother's happiness is all in your hands!
Unfortunately, since they are not blood siblings and lack telepathy, Ono Mizuki was unable to understand Aoyama Risa's feelings.

During the subsequent self-study sessions, whenever Ono Mizuki went to get water, he would follow her and try to humiliate her as much as possible.

Ono Mizuki also retaliated without mercy.

They both felt that the other was useless!
Only Ono Mika seemed to be enjoying their infighting, calmly doing her homework.

When will I be able to pay back the money I owe to Jian Shang Ai?
The thought of secretly going to beat up pachinko was extinguished by Aoyama Risa as quickly as extinguishing a spark falling on money.

With his systematic approach, he's unlikely to lose, but that's not a question of winning or losing.

On Thursday, before dawn, home security guard Aoyama Risa, dressed in sportswear, stepped out of his house. He hadn't gone for a run that day; instead, he was out guarding the neighborhood.

However, he did not do nothing.

While keeping watch, he browsed through weekly magazines in a convenience store to gather information and materials;

On the road, I practiced running using the method that the system had previously instructed me on once;

They also checked nearby vehicles and pedestrians, comparing the data with yesterday's.
(End of this chapter)