Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 231 The Girl's Special Punishment

It's a trap, it must be a trap.

Having figured this out, Aoyama Ryo's mindset became peaceful.

“Never mind them, everyone has their own situation. After I finish training and it gets dark, we’ll go buy clothes and have dinner,” he said.

Seeing that he really didn't care, she nodded.

At this moment, Aoyama Osamu, who had experienced the girl hugging his leg and the idea that going out with a boy and girl meant going on a date, finally remembered to brag about his performance that day.

"By your standards, how did I perform today?" he asked, with a hint of smugness.

"C."

“C? Just ordinary?” Aoyama felt it necessary to explain in detail what he had done. “I first took down the general of the first team, and then I killed the entire second team by myself.”

“C.” See above for love to say.

You'll get your comeuppance sooner or later.

Aoyama Ryo decided that when he went shopping for clothes at night, he would ask Ai-Ai for her opinion and say that it was just so-so.

After training and showering, Aoyama Risa went to meet with Ueko.

The two arrived at the Fukuoka Tenjin store of Daimaru Department Store.

Unlike typical clothing stores, the clothing, bag, and shoe stores here are more like museums, with each item having its own independent space and lighting unique to that item.

Each piece is so exquisite that even Aoyama Rihanna wouldn't dare touch it.

You can tell the fabric is high-quality just by looking at it.

In fact, Aoyama Ryo had never actually seen these stores before.

Seeing Shang Ai was commonplace; the way she walked in was as composed as if she were entering her own dressing room.

Perhaps these stores are not as good as her walk-in closet, no, they are definitely not as good.

Damn capitalist!

"How about this one?"

“Thick arms,” Aoyama Ryo said.

"What about this one?"

“Short legs,” Aoyama Ritsu said.

“Don’t forget.” Seeing Ai admiring herself in the mirror, not angry at being told her arms were thick and legs were short, she said, “Whether it’s going to the movies or shopping for clothes, it’s not just about accompanying me out to relax, it’s also about preparing for your own things—you can waste this opportunity if you want, I have no objection.”

“To tell you the truth, all the clothes suit you,” Aoyama Osamu said.

Seeing Ai glance at Aoyama Rin in the mirror, then at herself in the mirror, she gave a disdainful smile.

The wife was getting ready to go out and asked her husband to drive her. The husband hid in the bathroom and said he had a stomachache. Then the wife said, "My mother is sick, I'm going to see her." The husband immediately rushed out of the bathroom, and the wife gave a contemptuous smile—that's the kind of contempt that Shang Ai had on her face.

Accompanying someone to a shopping spree is a lot of fun.

To be precise, watching beautiful girls change into different styles of clothes is a very interesting process.

"Do you have this kind of camisole?" In a store called Chloe, Aoyama Ryo asked, pointing to the clothes on the mannequin.

"I don't like it." Jian Shang glanced at her.

She is trying on shoes.

"Whether it's shoes or clothes, we disinfect them on the same day as soon as a customer tries them on," the female shop assistant explained in a low voice, bending over to ensure that she could immediately provide squatting service if Shangai needed anything.

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't need the shoes, the female shop assistant would put them on for her herself.

“There’s something I’m curious about,” Aoyama Osamu said as he walked back, “How many clothes do you own in total?”

"Do you know how many clothes you own?" Jian Shangai asked rhetorically.

“Eight items,” Aoyama Rimi replied instantly.

He saw that Ai and the pretty female shop assistant were both looking at him at the same time, and then they kept staring at him.

Seeing that Shang Ai smiled with a hint of teasing, she said, "It's more than I expected."

"How many do you have?" Aoyama asked.

After thinking about it seriously, Shang Ai said, "After summer started, I bought clothes a few times, and some were delivered directly from the store. All in all, there are about thirty or forty pieces."

"Wait, thirty or forty items in one summer?"

And it's only July.

"You mean... you only have eight pieces of clothing a year?" Seeing Ai's expression, it seemed like this was Aoyama Rin's second life, and he still couldn't get first place in the exam.

Aoyama lost interest in speaking, and waved his hand, meaning: Go ahead and try it.

Seeing that Shang Ai was smiling and in a good mood, she said to the shop assistant, "I'll take these two pairs and wrap them up for me."

"Okay! Please wait a moment!"

The two walked out of the store and saw Shang Ai carrying her own shopping bags.

Aoyama Rika is prepared to carry bags for her date, but she realizes that Kagami Ai is not her date and the two are just friends.

"As payment for being my bodyguard, I'll buy you some clothes." Ai Mikami stood in front of the Saint Laurent store.

"No need, just treat me to a meal."

"Just a T-shirt."

Aoyama shook his head.

"Afraid of being discovered by Senior Meihua?" Ai asked with a smile.

“Even if you have these concerns, there’s really no need,” Aoyama replied. “Just continue buying the clothes you like.”

I won't force anyone to fall in love with me.

As the two strolled around, Aoyama Risa suddenly had an idea to gather material.

--Oops!
—Because of "The Girl Who Rules the World", we forgot about "Love Daily Life"!
If we had remembered this earlier, the source material for "Love Daily Life" would probably have been fully utilized.

But whatever.

Since there's only 0.2% left, even without researching, I can finish it by reading one or two books. Besides, I haven't even finished writing "The Girl Who Rules the World" yet.

I saw a blue shirt dress that I liked in a store and went up to it.

Aoyama Risa followed behind.

"What does versace mean?"

"Versace."

Looking out of the shop, Aoyama Ryou could vaguely see Kobayashi Shiki and Inoue Misato through their clothes.

Are high school students dating these days going to be too high-class?
He leaned slightly inward, hiding behind his clothes. Although he was handsome, he wasn't so handsome that people could recognize him just by looking at his feet.

That's the privilege of pretty girls.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" Inoue Misato asked.

"Okay." Kobayashi Shiki was as obedient as a boyfriend in the early stages of a relationship.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

"You'd better hide!" Aoyama Risa said to Mikami Ai.

Seeing that Shang Ai didn't move, she smiled.

During the fire, firefighters risked their lives to rush into the burning building to rescue her, and she was still thinking about taking the heavy safe with her—that smile was so despicable.

"Are you sure you want me to hide while you stay here? You would come to a place like this by yourself?" she laughed.

She wasn't asking for the safe, but for the baby basket. She even told the firefighters to take the baby and leave first, and not to worry about her.

At this moment, Aoyama felt as guilty as a firefighter, and also admired her just as much!

"It's up to you!" He hid in the locker room.

Just closed the door.

"Huh? Megami-kun?" Inoue Misato's voice came from inside.

"Good evening," said Ai.

"Good evening. Are you out shopping for clothes alone, classmate?" Inoue Misato asked.

Seeing that Shang Ai didn't speak, he nodded somewhat coldly.

After careful consideration, Aoyama Ryo realized that if he saw Ai hiding, he could stay outside and chat with Kobayashi Shiki for a while, even if Kobayashi Shiki wouldn't let him join.

But the one left outside was Jian Shang'ai, and they had nothing to say to each other.

“Hey, can you help me take a look? I want to try this on.” Inoue Misato pointed to a blue and white crepe midi skirt.

"Why didn't you ask Xiaolin's opinion?" Jian Ai's tone was somewhere between curiosity and indifference.

"Him?" Inoue Misato glanced at Kobayashi Shiki with disdain. "He says I look good in everything I wear. Men are so useless."

“Some boys are indeed like that,” said Ai, laughing.

Aoyama Ryo felt that he shouldn't belong to "some guys" because he had never said to Aoi Mikami, "You look good in anything," but only said, "All your clothes suit her."

"Give it a try," said Jian Shang Ai.

“Okay!” Regardless of whether Inoue Misato was a fan of egg yolk, Aoyama Sawa, or even soy sauce, she respected Mikami Ai’s opinion.

If Inoue Misato finds an outfit acceptable, then even if ordinary people think it's just average, she—like most people—will think that such an outfit must look great in a certain field.

Inoue Misato was holding the midi skirt and was about to go into the fitting room.

She chose the fitting room where Aoyama Rika was because it was close by.

"This..." The shop assistant hesitated, as if he had seen someone bring a puppy into the cafeteria.

"Huh? Is anyone inside?" Inoue Misato asked, puzzled.

Aoyama was startled.

—Damn it, if there were a stop, I wouldn't be stuck in the fitting room!
This might be misunderstood by some, but you all know why he went into the fitting room—it wasn't to do anything bad.

—What should we do? If you see her, ask your classmate to help stop her!
“I was just about to use this room; I’ve got my eye on a long dress,” said Ai.

“Then you go first,” Inoue Misato said cheerfully. “My taste is definitely not as good as yours, but I can still give you some advice.”

Putting aside the matter of seeing Ai changing clothes, after she changed, did Inoue Misato still intend to use this fitting room?
“Go next door, let’s change together,” said Jian Shang Ai.

"Hmm—, that's fine too." Inoue Misato probably considered that she shouldn't take up too much time seeing Ai.

Aoyama Rika breathed a sigh of relief.

I heard the sound of a door opening next door; it must have been Inoue Misato who went in.

Immediately afterwards, the door in front of him opened, and Shang Ai glanced at him before walking in, carrying a shirt dress.

Aoyama Ryo silently turned his back.

“You’re not allowed to listen either,” Jian Ai threatened softly.

With the crisis averted, Aoyama Osamu was in high spirits. If he weren't worried about Inoue Misato overhearing, he might have jokingly said, "We've already kissed, what's wrong with listening?"

He covered his ears.

As long as you cover yourself up tightly enough, you won't be able to hear not only the sound of a beautiful girl changing clothes, but also her innermost thoughts.

—Should we sneakily gather some materials?
Like everyone else, Aoyama Rin is not carefree just because he has a system; everyone has their own problems to solve.

No material was collected.

He didn't consider himself a particularly upright person, and dark thoughts did indeed exist, like rocks hidden beneath the surface of the water.

He just chooses not to do it.

Simply put, he is more like a hypocrite.

"Aoyama Ryou?" Ai asked, seemingly testing the waters, as she spoke to Aoyama Ryou's retreating figure.

Aoyama Ryo did not answer.

"I've taken it off."

There was no movement.

Seeing that Shang Ai hesitated for a moment, she said, "I'm only wearing underwear underneath, you absolutely cannot turn around."

They remained unmoved.

Is it really covered up?
She was skeptical of Ai, but her doubts stemmed more from a girl's instinct for self-protection. She was willing to believe in Aoyama Osamu.

She started changing her clothes.

After changing her clothes, she gently touched Aoyama Risa's shoulder.

Aoyama Risa lowered his hands.

Seeing Ai couldn't help but chuckle, because Aoyama Risa's ear took a while to recover from being covered so tightly, just like a dry sponge absorbing water and swelling.

"Shh!" Aoyama quickly told her to shut up.

Fortunately, the fitting rooms in high-end shopping malls are generally well soundproofed.

Thinking about it this way, rich people are not only despicable, but also ugly!
Seeing that Shang Ai had changed her clothes, she suppressed her smile and tidied herself up a bit before leaving the fitting room.

Aoyama Osamu stayed inside alone, not too worried about being discovered, and Inoue Misato probably wouldn't come in again.

At that moment, he suddenly smelled a faint, warm fragrance in the air.

He glanced over, then immediately looked away.

It was the clothes that I saw Ai had changed out of.

Let alone outerwear, even underwear is something that Aoyama Risa has seen a lot of, so she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

After glancing at it a third time, he understood something: that's why the clothes look different on different people.

If one's ideological awareness is insufficient, one can only take action to limit oneself.

He silently turned away, deciding not to overestimate his own moral character.

During the duel between Aoyama Risa and Dark Aoyama Risa, the mutual praise session outside also ended, and Mikami Ai walked in again.

She smiled as she watched Aoyama Ryou's retreating figure.

"Cover your ears," said Ai.

As if a gun were pointed at him, Aoyama Risa raised his hand to cover his ears.

As Ai began to unbutton her clothes, and her bra was slightly exposed, she looked at Aoyama Ryou's back again.

Having never experienced anything like this before, she tested the waters again, just in case.

"It looks like there's a tear on my back, can you take a look?" she said.

The stickers on the wall seemed to remain untouched.

Seeing that Shang Ai was relieved, she took off her dress, put on her own clothes first, and then picked up her pants.

As she was putting it on, a common thing happened—she lost her footing and stumbled.

He subconsciously put his hand on Aoyama Risa's shoulder.

"Don't turn around!" Jian Shangai whispered.

She spoke too quickly and too hastily, while Aoyama Risa's hands, which had released her ears, were too slow, and the two missed each other perfectly.

"Why are you riding with me like this?" Aoyama asked, turning around as he spoke.

Its skin was as white and smooth as porcelain, an unparalleled beauty.

There are bound to be a few moments in life that can transcend time and recur repeatedly throughout our lives.

These moments, whether good or bad, can relieve your distress if they are good, but they can grab you and drag you down, making you sink deeper into the quagmire of life.

Aoyama Rin didn't know whether this moment was good or bad.

He was certain that this scene would transcend time and be recalled repeatedly for the rest of his life.

“I didn’t see anything,” Aoyama said, turning around as he did the same thing he had just said.

Quiet.

It was as quiet as a women's fitting room where a man might be hiding.

He saw that Shang Ai didn't say a word, put on his pants, and went straight out.

She walked out of Versace at the same time as Inoue Misato and Kobayashi Shiki, and parted ways at the door.

[See Love: Come out.]

After receiving the message, Aoyama Ritsuya came out of the fitting room and met up with her.

I saw Ai standing in the rest area between Miu Miu and Bulgari. Her hair was long, beautiful, shiny, and black. People passing by, regardless of gender, would turn their heads to look at her.

These people probably all want to go over there, but they can't.

Qingshan didn't want to go there, nor could he.

"I'm sorry," he said.

“It has nothing to do with you; I just lost my footing,” said Jian Shang Ai.

If it really was because she lost her footing, then it has nothing to do with Aoyama Rin, but I'm afraid it was the system.

“But, since it was seen after all, I’m still a little angry, even if it was my fault,” Ai said again.

"I'm willing to make amends!" Aoyama immediately declared his determination.

“I don’t need compensation; it would make me seem unreasonable.” After a brief pause, she said to Shang Ai, “I’ll buy you some clothes.”

".What?"

"Don't refuse."

The way to avoid getting angry when you see Ai is to buy Aoyama a piece of clothing.

"You won't secretly throw it away, will you?" Jian Shangai asked with a smile when paying.

"will not."

"And you're not allowed to hide it or never wear it," Jian Shangai said with a smile.

"It depends on the season and the occasion."

This is indeed a punishment.

(End of this chapter)