Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 251 How did the reforms immediately enter the deep water zone?
Aoyama Risa said, "I was clearly praising you."

The black-haired girl interrupted mercilessly, "It seems you really have no talent when it comes to 'praise'."

"Never mind," sighed Aoyama Risa. "Being good at flattery isn't a good thing!"

"Should I say you're optimistic, or shameless?" This wasn't a question, but rather a simple, slightly amused tease from Jian Shangai.

"Anyway, thank you. See you later, classmate." Aoyama Rido said.

He hung up the phone and went to take a shower.

Hot water poured over my body as I recalled the conversation we had just had.

Keeping your word, being kind to others, and having a sense of responsibility—these are just three points, but they are enough.

The famous kung fu superstar Bruce Lee once said that he was not afraid of someone who knew 10,000 moves, but only of someone who practiced one move 10,000 times.

Quality over quantity.

If he can consistently do these three things, Ono Mika will likely favor him.

It's okay even if you don't know how.

In the process, he has become a better person. Even if it is Ono Mika, Aoyama Osamu can only regretfully say: Mika-nee's taste in men is a little poor.

Also.

"Don't rush," Aoyama Ryo said to himself with his eyes closed.

His first confession—no, including the first one—was always too hasty.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they were reckless, as if this were their last summer.

After fainting under the cherry blossoms in spring and having memories of his past life, Aoyama Osamu's perception of time is indeed different. He wouldn't say he fully understands "the regret of growing old", but he clearly knows that "youth is fleeting".

I always wanted to do something before Mika Ono graduated.

—Qingshan, don't rush.

It's only August. Even if summer ends, there's still autumn and winter.

After graduating from high school, there are also universities, graduate schools, doctoral programs, and so on.

In this world, you and Mika Ono still have plenty of time to waste, with the seasons changing endlessly.

Old memories should not be forgotten, and new feelings and hopes should not be lacking either.

After taking a shower, I looked in the mirror for a while. I was sixteen or seventeen years old, with bright eyes, a well-proportioned figure, a straight back, and long legs. I was satisfied with everything.

In terms of physical appearance, there is nothing to regret.

It exceeded Aoyama Ryo's expectations of being "enough," reaching a level that was "enough to be proud of."

If he were a little thick-skinned, no, I should say a little superficial, he might develop a fetish for 'exposing his body'—like the male characters in Japanese anime who inexplicably only wear underwear.

I dare not speak of the future, but at least when Aoyama Ryo was sixteen or seventeen, his body was so perfect that it could be called a work of art.

“It can be used as material for a playboy in a novel.” Even Aoyama Riren wouldn’t let it go.

If a reader asks, "Why would any woman reject such a perfect man?"

In an anonymous interview, Aoyama Riki replied, "The inner self is the most important thing. This is the point I want to make, and it is also my personal experience in life."

Based on this analysis, it's clear that he himself wasn't good enough, which is why Ono Mika rejected him.

—Don't rush, don't rush.

Just like learning, the benefits are delayed; change doesn't happen immediately, and it takes time to accumulate before the effects appear.

Anyone can be a good person, kind to others, and responsible once or twice; it takes perseverance to become a truly outstanding person.

Not only did my body get a bath, but my soul also seemed to be cleansed.

Aoyama Ryo sat by the window, feeling completely relaxed as he continued writing.

At 11:30, Mika Ono sent him a message.

[Mika Ono: Are you still working?]

Aoyama thought for a moment and replied, "Yes, I promised Miyako, so I'll finish it as soon as possible. It'll make me feel better."

[Ono Mika: Thank you for your hard work]

[Ono Mika: What would you like to eat? I have some snacks and fruit here, I'll bring them to you.]

Is it really possible for someone to send food to a person of the opposite sex they've rejected late at night?

[Aoyama Rika: No need, Mika-nee, you should get some rest.]

[Mika Ono: I'm going to sleep now, goodnight.]

Ono Mika's gentleness wasn't limited to just one or two late-night visits; she consistently cared for Aoyama Osamu.

It was 1 a.m. when Aoyama went to sleep.

On July 31st, at 4:30 in the morning, Grandpa Miyako met Aoyama Osamu while taking a walk.

He sprinted up the stairs for about a minute; then walked slowly for ten minutes; and then sprinted again.

Over and over again, for an hour.

It's not like a person, but more like a car that sometimes hits 80 km/h and sometimes 30 km/h, devoid of emotion, possessing only unshakeable kinetic energy.

Grandpa Miyashi found a high terrace and watched him with binoculars.

Aoyama Risa began squatting and jumping up and down two steps at a time, as nimbly as a machine on an assembly line turning over and hammering once.

Another hour.

Daylight broke; it was six in the morning in August, and the sunlight was already quite strong.

Grandpa Miyako watched as Aoyama Risa walked back to the hotel; the kid was soaking wet, as if he had fallen into the sea.

“A person like that, Xiao Ba, how can Grandpa believe that he has no ulterior motives?” Grandpa Gong Shi muttered to himself.

Aoyama Risa knew that the Miya family was on guard against him, but he didn't care.

The affairs of large families were all boring to him, regardless of whether he had a system or not.

Everyone has their own ambitions. He had no ambition in that regard; he only wanted freedom of mind and body.

After taking a shower, I went to the living room, where Ono Mika was video chatting with the Sunny Day Band.

Aoyama Ryo glanced over and saw that Akika and the others were all wearing school sports uniforms and running on the school playground.

In the background, there are shouts from sports clubs, wind bands, and cheerleaders.

It’s been such a long time coming.

Upon seeing him appear in the camera's view, Akika Wagatsuma quickly said, "Aoyama-kun, we're doing our morning exercise!"

"You're really great, senior. I'll buy you a souvenir when we get back," said Aoyama Ritsu.

My wife, Akika, laughed.

"I heard you're going to Shodoshima today, then Teshima the day after tomorrow, leaving on the 2nd for Kyoto, staying until the 12th, and finally going to Hokkaido?" Bess Sakura leaned into the camera.

"Yes." Ono Mika nodded.

"Can we practice together?" she asked. "I know it's not good to bother you, but we have to practice together in advance for the cultural festival. Many clubs have already started rehearsing."

Ono Mika hesitated slightly.

She looked at Aoyama Ryo.

“Okay.” Having grasped the meaning of great love, Aoyama Rin had no reason to refuse. “It’s not an elevator that can’t move if it’s overloaded. Come on, I’ll personally train you.”

A wail, tinged with anticipation and excitement, came from the phone, and Ono Mika laughed.

But don't get me wrong, the reason the band members are excited and looking forward to the trip is because of the travel, not because they're being trained by Aoyama Osamu.

It's hard to say.

What if there's a pervert?

Gentlemen, don't underestimate the rate of perversion among humans!
“Then we’ll meet on Shodoshima!” Ono Mika also agreed to their arrival.

Small has its advantages; the entire journey from Tokyo to Shodoshima is only 640 kilometers.

However, size is a subjective thing. People who have lived in Japan since childhood may find 640 kilometers to be a long distance.

“You can wait for us in Kyoto,” Aoyama Risa said.

Kyoto is located between Tokyo and Shodoshima Island.

"No, I want to go to the beach!" the drummer Mengshi said coquettishly.

“I also need inspiration about the sea,” F. Rino said.

—Are you still lacking inspiration?

"What's so fun about the ocean? I heard tourists pee in it," said Aoyama Risa.

The girls in the band on the phone remained silent.

"Why don't we stay on Shodoshima for another day? I heard there are many hot springs," Mika Ono changed the subject.

"Okay, okay." Everyone chimed in, as if trying to downplay what Aoyama Rin had just said.

After Ono Mizuki got up, the three of them leisurely ate breakfast and went out for a walk again.

There are no straight roads on the island; stone walls are everywhere, and the sloping paths create a unique atmosphere. The roads are bleached white by the sunlight, and they are seeking refuge from the summer heat at the island's shrine.

The shrine was deserted. There was a small sunflower field in front of the gate. Ono Mizuki took a few photos, but then got too hot and retreated to the shade.

"My wife and the others have already arrived at Haneda Airport," Mika Ono said.

“Soon,” Aoyama Riki said.

Taking a plane, it only takes about one hour and twenty minutes from Tokyo to Takamatsu in Shikoku, and then from Takamatsu to Shodoshima, a total of three and a half hours.

Including waiting time, as long as Aoyama and the others are willing to wait, the band members will have time to have lunch with the three of them.

"Cicada!" Ono Mizuki suddenly exclaimed.

The two looked in the direction she pointed and saw a cicada climbing on a pillar of the shrine.

Aoyama Ryo withdrew his gaze, looked into the distance, and sat on the steps watching the ferry sail away.

After leaving the shrine, they packed their luggage, checked out of the hotel, and leisurely headed to the pier to take a water taxi to Shodoshima Island.

Grandpa Miyagi and Yaeko Miyagi stood on a high point on the island, gazing at the three of them in the distance.

The water taxi arrived, and Miyako waved goodbye.

"Can he see?" Grandpa Gong Shi asked.

“The important thing is that I want to do this,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Huh?" Miyako Yaeko suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"Hmph." Grandpa Gong's face turned cold.

On the dock, although the faces were not clearly visible, Aoyama Risa was indeed waving goodbye.

After noticing this, the Ono sisters also bowed in this direction.

Ogijima is that small.

Of course, the focus at this point is not on the size of Ogijima.

On a water taxi.

After getting away from the dock, Ono Mizuki whispered, "The Miya family is so good to us. Is it because the Miya family is inherently good, or are they making up for what they did to us?"

"Shh." Aoyama glanced at the driver—actually, the captain.

Ono Mitsuki was shocked and shut up immediately.

Mika Ono tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ear and said with a smile, "No matter what, as long as we don't owe the Miya family any favors, that's fine."

"Yes." Ono Mizuki nodded.

“Then I need to speed up the progress of my new book,” said Aoyama Osamu.

—Why does it feel like writing a book is getting further and further away from 'keeping one's word'?

Upon arriving at Shodoshima, the three headed to their pre-booked hotel.

"I asked the front desk and they said there are holiday homes that can accommodate 9 or 10 people," said Aoyama Risa.

"Want to live together?" Mizuki Ono asked.

"It'll be easier for you to practice; secondly, you're all girls, so it'll be safer for you to live together. I'll protect you," said Aoyama Risa.

How about it!
Be responsible!
Aoyama Risa wrote it down in her mental notebook, planning to report it to the strategist that evening, thinking that she could get an A!

"How many rooms are there?" Mika Ono asked to confirm.

Aoyama Ryo didn't ask in such detail, so he asked again.

There are three bedrooms in total. Two of them have four double beds, and the other bedroom has two double beds.

"And the price?" Mika Ono asked again.

"Don't you want to swipe your card?" Ono Mizuki asked, puzzled.

"Because we're not the only ones staying here?" Aoyama Rika asked, looking at Ono Mika.

Ono Mika nodded.

"Let me ask." Aoyama confirmed with the front desk again, "Whether there are nine people or not, we'll charge for nine people. The price for nine people is 122,000 yen per night, and for ten people it's 132,000 yen."

"So expensive!" Ono Mizuki exclaimed, as if she had been burned by the spiciness.

Ono Mika was not surprised, but pondered.

Aoyama Risa laughed and said, "You've all read 'The Girl Who Rules the World,' it's sure to make a lot of money."

"Tch~" Ono Mizuki looked down on his smug look, but laughed.

"Let's book this one!" Ono Mika said with a smile.

—Koito, you know me best. Although I often say you're useless and that you're not even as good as a shopping website, it's like what Mizuki said about me—we only do this because we're close. Thank you!

Ono Mika went to check in—it wasn't that Aoyama Osamu was being lazy, it's just that the money wasn't in his hands.

The holiday home is quite nice!
It spans a full 250 square meters and boasts a terrace, kitchen, washing machine, hot spring, sauna, laundry room, sea view, and much more.

"A piano?" Ono Mizuki spotted a black piano in the corner.

There was also a guitar hanging on the wall.

Furthermore, the Seto Inland Sea is visible through the window next to the piano.

"That's amazing!" Ono Mizuki's eyes crinkled into crescents. "I really want to buy it!"

"Once I get my royalties, we'll buy an island and build a villa on it." Aoyama Risa wasn't just saying that.

No one would refuse to buy land in Japan, right?
The bedroom is relatively simple, and there is not much privacy between people, but sometimes the lack of privacy can actually lead to intimacy.

“I’ll sleep in a double room,” Aoyama Risa said.

While settling her luggage, Ono Mizuki kept humming a song.

"You like it that much?" Ono Mika asked her with a smile.

"Of course I like it! It's been so long since I slept with my sister!" Ono Mizuki said matter-of-factly.

So this is what you liked?

In the past, when we ate curry for several days in a row, just as a small extra meal, Ono Mizuki would hum a song.

Mika Ono loves her younger sister very much and is willing to do anything for her.

Unlike the two sisters who were moved, Aoyama Rika was used to sleeping alone, so she didn't have any particular feelings.

At the very least, one person occupies two beds all to themselves, which creates a somewhat open atmosphere.

"Om~"

[Capital Girl: Why not use a VIP card?]

[Aoyama Rika: The Sunny Day Band is coming too. We can use it ourselves, but we feel bad bringing others along.]

[Capital Girl: Good little brother, knowing how to save money for his older sister.]

—Is that what I mean?
and also.

[Aoyama Osamu: When did you become my older sister?]

[Capital Girl: I think you like older women.]

That statement is correct.

[Aoyama Rika: Fine, I'll take her as my older sister then.]

Just as he doesn't care if people say he's a sister-complex, he also doesn't care if people say he's a sister-complex, because he's not the kind of perverted fan who would say "any sister is fine".

Just as Aoyama Risa was about to leave the bedroom, his phone rang again.

This time it was a phone call, and the caller ID showed 'Tianyu Elsa'.

After a moment's hesitation, I accepted the answer.

"Aoyama-kun."

"good afternoon."

"You only came back when school started?" Tianyu Elsa had a completely different style.

“Yes,” Aoyama replied.

"Then what about the promise you made to guide us?" Tianyu Elsa asked.

"this."

"We're also going to Kyoto for special training. Could you please spare two hours each day to guide us?"

Aoyama Ryo really wanted to ask the strategist, "Does a promise really have to be kept?"
Can a promise made in the heat of winning the championship be revoked and made as if it never happened?
[See Shangai: Interesting.]

How despicable!

“Okay, I understand. See you in Kyoto,” Aoyama Risa replied to Amayu Elsa.

There's no use in regretting it now; just consider it an upgrade to [Master's Way D].

(End of this chapter)