Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 258 The Reason is Distrust of the System

Thinking about things that wouldn't lead to anything would just give up, so Aoyama Ryo ate a couple of bites of grilled meat and stopped thinking about them.

In August in Kyoto, enjoying grilled meat on a yukata (traditional Japanese bed) while listening to the sound of the Kamo River is a truly unique and enjoyable experience.

If life could be lived again, there are many things I wouldn't do, but this is something I would definitely do again if given the chance.

After eating barbecue, the group, their bellies bulging, walked back to the 'Jie' Inn.

"What are we going to do later?" Ono Mizuki asked expectantly.

“You don’t know, they have to train,” Aoyama said.

Drummer Yumemi desperately hugged F. Rino, but F. Rino blocked her wandering hands.

"Do you still train every day in the Seto Inland Sea?" See above for more information.

“Of course!” Akika Gasai, as the minister, immediately responded.

"Then let's skip training today," Ai said.

A light appeared in the eyes of Akika Gasai, drummer Yumemi, and F. Rino.

“Change it to a street performance.” See above.

Bess Sakura had an expression that said, "I didn't expect this."

To this day, she still remembers a conversation she had with him when they were learning to ride bicycles in Karuizawa.

"What if I can't learn it?" she asked anxiously.
"I'll keep learning until I master it," Ai replied matter-of-factly.
"Where are you going to perform? In the Kamo River?" Aoyama asked.

"The Kamo River is only suitable for soft singing; loud music disturbs the neighbors. Go to Okazaki Park instead." Mikami Ai spoke calmly, as if she had already planned ahead.

Mizuki Ono is comforting the Sunny Day Band—including Mika Ono—saying, "Now we can only look on the bright side. It can help us improve our stage presence and improvisation skills, and we can get the most direct feedback from the audience. Most importantly, it's free!"

“I’d rather pay for an audience.” My wife, Akari, looked a little pale.

“That’s a ‘plant’,” Aoyama Rido said.

On the way back to the hotel, the band members' distressed state resonated with Aoyama, making him feel as if he were seeing himself being guided by the system.

The nickname "Xiao Ai Tongxue" is well-deserved.

"Put your original songs aside for now, and start with the most popular songs right now, or songs that everyone in Japan is familiar with," Mikami Ai continued. "Aoyama-kun, you're in charge of recording."

"A video recording?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"Isn't the target the martial arts gym?" Ai asked, even more puzzled.

".OK."

You should say "Received".

"Oh!"

"Starting today, I will be responsible for managing TikTok, YouTube, Instagram, and X, including song covers, posting event plans, daily interactions, and other miscellaneous tasks. If I don't know how to shoot or edit, I will have to learn them seriously."

Everyone had a feeling that they were really going to do something big.

It seems their real target is the martial arts dojo.

"Then we'll start recording now." Aoyama Risa took out her phone, and the girls in the camera looked nervous, uneasy, expectant, and anxious.

"Clap!" Seeing Ai clasp her hands together, "Let's get started."

"Terrible, devil."

"Miscellaneous tasks, no narration needed, remove voice-over."

Aoyamari shut up.

Even when it comes to evaluating clubs—giving scores and rankings to others—Jian Shang Ai does it without hesitation.

Upon careful recollection, the reason she came to Kaiming and became classmates with Aoyama and the others was because she had done something extraordinary at her previous school.

The girls in the band wanted to say, 'Isn't this going too far?', but they couldn't bring themselves to say it.

If the goal is truly a martial arts dojo, then these are indeed things that should be done.

“I have something to say,” Bess Sakura suddenly raised her hand.

"Hmm." Seeing that Shang Ai was gesturing for her to speak.

"Who gets the profits or other income from the account? How is it distributed?"

"You still have money?" Drummer Mengshi asked in surprise.

"Yes, senior," Mizuki Ono said. "Someone asked me to post ads on TikTok, but I refused. Sunny Day Band will also get ads from others in the future!"

"Why is it that after posting so many videos, no one has asked me to post ads?" the drummer Mengshi murmured.

"All profits will go to the agency. All the money you earn within a year will be used for your benefit. The agency will not take a single penny; on the contrary, it will spend money on you. In addition, please delete all personal accounts, especially those with overly private content or those that damage your image."

"A... agency?" Akika Wagatsuma asked, puzzled.

“I will open one.” Ai said in the tone of registering a game account, “If you are willing, you can sign a contract with me. The terms are guaranteed to be the best in the industry. In addition, there will be no restrictions on you regarding ‘leaving the agency’.”

Aoyama Ryo recorded the scene before him.

The group talked as they walked.

When the Sunny Day Band re-entered the 'Knot' Hotel, they were already 'professional players'.

They started packing, paying attention not only to their instruments but also to their appearance.

No makeup is needed; just enough to make future fans dig up old videos and say, "Ah, they were so cute back then!"

They checked each other's appearance.

“Senior Sakura, you’ve already been accepted into Tokyo University early, there’s no need to give up all these years of hard work and start a band!” said the drummer, Yume.

"Fool! It's precisely because I've already been accepted into the University of Tokyo early and have nothing to do before graduation that I started this band!"

"Damn it! I suddenly really want to study!" My wife, Akika, almost cried.

"But, doesn't everyone feel happy? My heart is pounding!" F. Rino clutched her chest.

"I'm going to the restroom." Mika Ono took a few steps and said to those behind her, "You can't take pictures of this!"

"Hey~~" came the slightly dissatisfied voice off-screen.

After getting ready, the group headed to Okazaki Park.

"No car?" Aoyama asked.

"If two high school bands were to take the subway to perform on the street versus taking a Mercedes to perform, which would you support?" Jian Shang Ai said.

“Of course, it’s walking.” Aoyama Ryo never forgot about class struggle.

Upon arriving at their destination, the five members of the Sunny Day Band encouraged each other and began their long-awaited street performance.

Unlike before, this performance will be uploaded online.

While recording on his phone, Aoyama Rie pondered: If I go to a bookstore later, I can buy some books on editing and operations.

Directly letting the system guide you can easily lead to trouble, such as constantly filming the girls, even when they are taking a shower, changing clothes, or going to the toilet.

"The drama club has also started preparing for the cultural festival." Ono Mizuki's phone screen was the drama club's group chat.

"Will there be intensive training during the summer vacation?" Aoyama asked.

"No need, but I need to choose roles, memorize lines, and practice my breathing."

As long as it doesn't affect summer vacation travel.

Aoyama felt genuinely satisfied; the Ono sisters had finally made the most of their once-in-a-lifetime experience of high school.

Mika Ono doesn't need to seize every minute of the day to study; she can free up her evenings to do part-time work.
Mizuki Ono doesn't have to stay home alone. Besides studying diligently, she spends the rest of her time doing housework and trying her best to contribute to the family.

Great.

Thank you, Koito.

Not only the Ono sisters, but his own life has also greatly improved, and he even has the desire to fall in love.

correct.

Aoyama Rika looked at Mikami Ai: "What is our club planning to do for the cultural festival?"

"Evaluate all activities and rank them." Jian Shangai crossed her arms, listening to the Sunny Day Band's performance. "Just the two of us?"

"Aren't you pretty good at fighting?" Jian Shang Ai looked at him.

"It seems to have something to do with whether we can fight or not, but what I mean is, how could the two of us possibly have time to score all the activities? Unless we can use the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique."

"Go and learn."

"Let me try."

Jian Shang smiled and said, "We can hire someone to help record videos, or we can have each club submit videos of their activities."

Hiring someone? Typical of a spoiled rich girl.

Letting student organizations submit their own activity videos is a good idea.

In an era where everyone has a mobile phone, recording videos is very easy, and generally speaking, for memorable events like cultural festivals, people will record them even if no one asks them to.

Since I'd already taken the photos, submitting them to the Athens Philosophy Research Department was just a convenient thing to do.

The key point is that even if you don't take the photos yourself or submit them, the Athens Philosophy Research Department will still take them, and they certainly won't be as dedicated as the photos they take themselves.

“The school has more than eighty clubs, so the workload is considerable,” said Aoyama Risa.

“I like challenges,” Ai said. “What are you planning to do?”

"I'll be responsible for at most half."

Seeing that Ai used the same tone she would use to care for a neurological patient, she asked again, "What about the confession?"

"Stick to the original plan."

As Aoyama Rika gazed at the night sky, the voice of Ono Mika reached her ears.

In the past, when the two of them went home together, he would look up at the night sky and listen to Mika Ono's voice.

They experienced cherry blossoms, shooting stars, maple leaves, and snow, which rarely falls in Tokyo.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that the days when he had no money were not entirely worthless; there were also unforgettable memories.

“What Sister Meihua thinks is no longer my concern,” he said slowly. “I want to confess my feelings so that I can give my own feelings an explanation.”

After this incident, he will enter a new phase, not only in his personal life but also in his mental well-being.

He saw that Shang Ai didn't say anything.

Aoyama looked at her: "Tell me your thoughts?"

"Perhaps it could be turned into a song."

"What a cruel view!"

"Don't be sad."

"It's very difficult, very difficult."

"Don't show how upset you are. I'm not good at comforting people," Ai warned.

"Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for anyone. Men are used to licking their wounds alone," Aoyama replied.

"But if all you need is someone to have a meal with or to relax, I can make time to be with you."

"real or fake?"

"The appearance fee is 100 million yen."

"That would only make things worse and make me even sadder."

Two hours later, the street performance ended. Seven or eight audience members lingered specifically to listen to the songs, while more than a dozen audience members sat nearby because they thought the atmosphere was good.

good results!

"Thank you for your hard work!" Aoyama Risa stepped forward.

"Thank you for coming with us," said Akari, my wife.

"Senior, sister, here you go." Ono Mizuki handed out water, which she had bought herself.

Back at the hotel, everyone was tired from the day's travel, walks, and performances, so they all went back to their rooms to rest.

Aoyama Risa was trying to edit videos in her room.

He figured it out himself and tried to edit it himself.

Since they are all performances, it's relatively simple; you just need to cut out the parts that are not interesting during breaks.

"Should we have them record a self-introduction video tomorrow?"

After careful consideration, he rejected his own idea: "Forget it, I'll pretend it's just for my own amusement for now, and then introduce myself after I have real fans."

From then on, his editing style leaned towards self-entertainment.

They looked like ordinary high school girls fooling around, not a professional band.

Nowadays, people are more interested in ordinary people. While beautiful female celebrities and professionals may be eye-catching, they don't seem to be interesting to them.

Some people prefer accounts with only a handful, dozens, or hundreds of followers, finding them 'authentic'.

The version posted on YouTube is half an hour long;
On TikTok, you can post short choruses that are only a few dozen seconds long; some parts are catchy, while others have lyrics sung incorrectly.

There are no eye-catching titles, no deliberate labels, it is completely disguised as a record of a girl's private life.

Of course, Aoyama didn't include scenes like Bess Sakura accidentally exposing herself, F. Rino's special angles, or Agatsuma Akika's buttocks facing the camera.

he himself?
Of course I read it, and very carefully.

What if we accidentally include some unflattering footage of the five people?
You must be careful! You must read this carefully!

After finishing editing the video, because he was not very skilled, it was already 3 a.m., so he quickly went to sleep.

On August 3, he slept a little longer than usual and didn't go out for a run until 5:30.

—Koito, you're off today; Aoyama, drive my car.

Being unfamiliar with the place, Qingshan Li decided to explore the area on his own first.

Not far from Kodai-ji Temple, Aoyama Risa ran over there; this was the famous Ninenzaka.

He ran from Ninenzaka to Sannenzaka.

The streets were deserted, with hardly a soul in sight. Occasionally, one would see men and women in kimonos, either hurrying along or having come early to take photos.

The old townhouses stretch along the road, but unfortunately they are too new, like a movie set.

But because it has reached a certain scale, it is quite charming.

Aoyama Rika's running posture is also noteworthy; simple, standard, and powerful are not enough to describe it, the word 'beautiful' is more appropriate.

Watching him run makes people want to try it themselves.

This is not out of curiosity about running, nor is it out of worship of strength, but rather out of a pursuit of beauty.

Aoyama also visited Hanamikoji Street and Fushimi Inari Shrine.

When I left the area, it was seven o'clock, and the shops were not yet open, and there were still very few tourists.

Back at the 'Kizuna', Aoyama Rika prepared to soak in the hot springs. Although the hotel was not large, it had three hot springs: a men's bath, a women's bath, and a family bath.

Originally, the six guest rooms were reserved for guests to enjoy the bath at different times, but now that Aoyama Risa is the only man in the entire hotel, he can use the men's bath at will.

Why are you all here?!

"Aren't you curious about what the women's bath is like?!"

One man and five women—they meet in the bathhouse, where love is absent.

Drummer Yumemi and bassist Sakurako were in the pool, so they weren't wearing anything—the hot spring water was milky white, so it didn't matter whether they were wearing clothes or not;
Ono Mika and Ono Mizuki were wrapped in white towels;

My wife, Akika, was just getting out of the pool, so it was a little...
As for Aoyama Ryo, a man whose nakedness has long been exposed, he can be treated however he wants, just like concubines in history who had no children.

He quickly turned and left.

"Why didn't you say hello before coming in!" Akika Agasa shouted, her level of shame and anger at its highest.

"This is the men's bath!" Aoyama Risa called out as he walked.

—System, didn't I tell you, you're off today!
(End of this chapter)