Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 272 Tit for tat
Miyako Yaeko is folding origami cranes; this scene could be made into a video and uploaded, as it has aesthetic value.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the misunderstanding with Ai Mikami, and at Osamu Aoyama, who preferred to be misunderstood rather than explain.

Miyako Yaeko is very capable in her work, but her words are vicious.

"Qingshan likes legs," she said with a casual smile as she folded origami cranes.

So, the girls wondered: Why did Yaeko Miyayo know that Osamu Aoyama liked legs? Did something happen between them that revealed Osamu Aoyama's fetish?

"Completely fabricated!" Aoyama Ryo immediately denied.

"Like it or hate it, choose one." Miyako Yaeko smiled confidently.

Do I really have to choose one of the two?

“Generally speaking, it means they like it,” said Bess Sakurako.

Akika Wagatsuma smiled as she looked at her friend, thinking she was being too mischievous.

"I've got an idea! I've got an idea!" F. Rino wrote down her inspiration directly on the origami crane.

In cultivation novels, hindering someone's enlightenment is considered an irreconcilable feud. In reality, speaking up when someone is experiencing inspiration is also considered very impolite.

However, Aoyama Ryo was undergoing a tribulation at that time.

My priority is to survive; everything else is secondary.

“Senior,” he said to Bess Sakura, “running, like it or hate it, it’s one or the other.”

"Of course, we'll demand it."

“Sakurako!” Akika Gasai grabbed her friend’s arm, her eyes conveying the message that ‘if you say you hate her, Aoyama will definitely say you haven’t practiced enough, and you’ll like her more if you practice more.’

"That was close!" Bess Sakura didn't understand her look, but she realized what she was doing. "I almost fell for it. I choose to like it!"

"Really, you like running?" Aoyama Risa asked.

“Only bad people talk like that,” the drummer whispered.

Bess Sakurako was caught in a dilemma and subconsciously asked, "Do I really have to choose one of the two?"

"Usually, when people say that, it means they like it—senior, do you like running?" Aoyama Rika asked again.

"First come, first served." Miyako smiled, put down a paper crane, and picked up another piece of paper. "You answer me first, do you like legs or hate legs?"

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“Let’s show him,” Bess Sakura suggested.

"Did you all see that? She wants to eliminate me from the game this round," said Aoyama Risa.

The girls all laughed.

"Hahaha!" Drummer Mengshi laughed the loudest.

“Yes, that’s right.” Bess Sakura didn’t deny it, “but I still want to show you my legs.”

"Whether you like it or not, you'll only know after you see it." My wife, Akari, agreed.

Bess Sakura stood up, and everyone around her looked at her with expressions of 'you're serious'.

Bess Sakura is wearing a long dress today, and she lifts up the front of the hem.

"I'm wearing safety shorts." Once she said that, no one stopped her, and her skirt was pulled up to a height that made people wonder: why isn't her underwear showing yet?

What long legs!

Aoyama Rika kept her eyes closed, her hands still folding origami cranes.

"The fact that you don't dare to look means you still like it," Jian Shang Ai said with a smile.

"I'm starting to hate my legs," Aoyama sighed.

Miyako Yaeko, speaking to the crowd like a tour guide introducing cultural relics, said, "This is a typical example of speaking with one's eyes closed."

"My sister is sick," Aoyama Risa said before the girls could burst out laughing.

There wasn't a sound of laughter in the living room.

“Aoyama-kun has the potential to be a bad guy,” F. Rino muttered.

"Thank you," said Miyako Yaeko.

--Um?

Not only was Aoyama Risa puzzled, but the other girls were also thinking the same thing: in her eyes, did having the potential to be a bad person equate to being suitable to marry her?

During the chat, without realizing it, all the paper we bought was used up, turning into a small mountain of origami cranes on the table.

Two hours later, it was Aoyama's turn to take over the supervision.

"What happened?" he asked Mizuki Ono during the shift change.

Ono Mizuki gently shook her head and whispered, "My sister has been sleeping."

Patting her head, Aoyama said, "Go and rest for a while."

To prevent her from being unwilling, he added, "It's your turn in two hours."

"Ah."

"Tenyu-kun, why don't you go and rest for a while too?" Aoyama Rika said to another girl.

Tianyu Elsa sat cross-legged in front of the door of the 'East Pavilion' room, seemingly asleep and motionless.

"Classmate Tianyu?"

"I won't leave until Mika-senpai wakes up," said Elsa Tenyu, her eyes closed.

Having no other choice, Aoyama Ryo had to take care of her together.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour.
The others would occasionally come to inquire, and Aoyama Osamu would sometimes open the door to check on the condition of the medicine and Ono Mika.

Elsa Tenyu didn't say a word.

She was truly protecting Ono Mika out of guilt, not because she wanted to be alone with Aoyama Osamu.

Now that things have come to this, even if Ono Mika misses tomorrow's fireworks, and even though her purpose in staying in Kyoto was to watch the fireworks, it's not Amayu Elsa's fault.

After all, she got sick yesterday, and it wasn't on purpose.

By the afternoon, Ono Mika was in much better spirits, and in the evening she was even more talkative and cheerful.

"It was a false alarm," said Aoyama Risa.

"Riri, Mizuki, you two be careful, don't get infected," Ono Mika warned.

"Everyone should take care of their health. If possible, take a pill as a precaution," said Ai Jianshang.

Aoyama Ryo was confident in his health, but just in case, he took a pill prescribed by the doctor that night.

August 11th, the day has finally arrived.

"Why do I have to run?!" My wife, Akika, shouted as she ran at six in the morning, supporting her back.

"Not only do you have to run today, but you also have to keep running when you return to Tokyo tomorrow! Keep going, don't stop!" said Aoyama Rikun.

"The easy path leads to mediocrity; the difficult path leads to transformation!"

"Those high walls that terrify you are precisely the ladders to growth!"

"Resilience studies show that the density of neural connections in the brains of people who regularly face challenges is 23% higher than that of ordinary people!"

Despite complaining about being tired, everyone was in good spirits today.

Maybe it's because today is the last day, or maybe it's because there's a fireworks display tonight.

On the way back, Aoyama Risa carried my wife Akika on his back; she was menstruating.

"Why didn't you say so sooner!" Aoyama complained.

"How can you talk about something like this with a boy! Take a step forward!"

"You're in PE class, aren't you going to tell the PE teacher?"

"I don't see PE teachers as gendered! Run faster, I'm falling behind!"

“Let them run for ten minutes first,” said Aoyama Risa.

Not only did he let them run for ten minutes, but Aoyama Risa let them run first for the entire race.

“Aoyama-kun,” Akika Gasai placed her hands on Aoyama Risa’s back, “did you do this on purpose?”

"What's intentional?"

“Sakura said that you don’t actively do things that make girls’ hearts flutter, but I think that sometimes you do things that make girls’ hearts flutter unconsciously.”

“Whether it’s you or anyone else, I will memorize it,” Aoyama explained.

“Whether it’s me or anyone else, you will slow down so that the person on your back doesn’t feel uncomfortable,” Akika Wagatsuma said.

The reason why Aoyama Risa didn't run away was indeed the same; when he was carrying Miyako Yaeko before, he was at the very back of the group, and the reason was the same.

“Even though you treat everyone like this, girls still get attracted to you,” Akika Wagatsuma said.

Her posture on Aoyama Risa's back remained the same, but she seemed even more intimate.

"Is it because I'm handsome?" Aoyama asked. Akika Gasai couldn't help but laugh, and occasionally a few puffs of her breath would hit Aoyama's hair.

“A part of it~” she said in a melodious tone, as if she were lying on a May meadow, admiring the boundless blue sky.

"Does this prove that besides being handsome, I have other commendable qualities?"

"Does Aoyama-kun dislike characters who are 'good-for-nothing except for being handsome'?"

Who wants to be that kind of person?

"a lot!"

"real or fake?"

"Of course! Maybe there are even more people who like it than those who don't!"

"Impossible, impossible! If that were the case, how could the world possibly develop?"

"Those who aren't handsome work hard!"

This world is too cruel.

Therefore, being handsome can hinder hard work. If you ask Aoyama Risen, he would rather try to put in more 'perseverance' and just have a passable 'looks'.

A man with perseverance is handsome in himself.

Back at the hotel, after dinner, someone brought me a bathrobe.

"Wow!"

The sheer quantity and luxuriousness are astonishing.

Black, blue; flowers, koi fish; casual, elegant. Various colors, various patterns, various types.

If I needed to write about a yukata in a novel, the scene before me would be enough to provide material for a lifetime.

“Everyone can choose whatever they like,” said Jian Shangai.

"Can we try both?" Aoyama asked.

Seeing that Shang Ai was stunned for a moment, she slowly said, as if afraid of hurting his pride, "Okay."

"It wasn't me."

"I'm just kidding."

"You were absolutely serious just now!"

“Aoyama-kun, the essence of ‘joking’ is that everyone tacitly pretends that this never happened.”

“Based on my observations over the past few days,” Bess Sakurako said, “they are happiest when they are chatting with Aoyama-kun.”

The girls looked at Jian Shang Ai.

“Because I can only swear when I’m chatting with him,” said Ai Mikami.

"In other words, the only person I'd ever scold at the class reunion is Aoyama-kun," Bess Sakura concluded.

"In other words, it's okay for Kenjo and Aoyama to insult each other without any problem," Akika Gasai wondered.

Drummer Yume speculated: "In other words, there is a close relationship between Kensuke and Aoyama-kun."

F. Rino asserted: "In other words, Kenjo-kun and Aoyama-kun are very, very, very good friends."

"Rino!"

"Your breasts are just wasted!"

"How could they be 'friends'!"

As they were saying these things, Aoyama Risa silently gave the Ono sisters a helpless look.

"Aoyama, what exactly is your relationship with Kenjo?" Miyako asked with a smile.

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance. That's all I can say. After all, Aoi has a close relationship with the all-powerful student council president," said Aoyama Rido.

"They really have a great relationship," Bess Sakura exclaimed.

“And it’s not two people, it’s three,” Akika Agasa said.

"Rino, what do you think their relationship is?" Drummer Yume asked.

F. Rino thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, no! It's too messy, this kind of relationship can't be!"

"What's your relationship?" Ono Mizuki asked curiously.

F. Rino whispered in her ear, only to her.

"Three people?!" Ono Mizuki exclaimed in shock, "That's inhuman!"

Seeing that Ai and Yaeko Miyayo smiled.

Bassist Sakurako, Akika Gasai, and drummer Yumemi were all satisfied.

Aoyama Rika and Ono Mika exchanged a glance.

Choosing a yukata is a dangerous thing.

"I'll choose this one." Elsa Tenyu selected her yukata.

“This is nice!” Aoyama Risa couldn’t help but say. “It looks great, and it should suit your blonde hair very well.”

“I think so too.” Elsa Tianyu nodded.

Aoyama Risa picked up her camera: "Hurry up and change, I'll take some photos of you in your hotel yukatas."

The girls began to carefully select yukatas.

Aoyama was in charge of taking the 'click, click, click' photos.

"Why are all the photos legs?" The photo that Miyako Yaeko was looking at showed her standing by the door with her legs sticking out of her yukata.

"nonsense!"

"Indeed, many men like the nape of the neck." In the photo that Shang Ai looks at, she is facing away from the camera, combing her hair, revealing her snow-white nape.

"Stop joking!"

"She has quite a lot of breasts too." Bess Sakurako thought, as she lay on the tatami mat, her neckline slightly exposed.

“You can have all sorts of things on your buttocks,” Akika Wagatsuma said.

"Don't you think that every human being should have legs, back of the neck, chest, and buttocks?" Aoyama asked.

"It's not the part of the body, it's the angle of the shot," said Ai.

"That's what a photo shoot is like!"

“Aoyama-kun usually likes to look at photos that highlight legs, back of the neck, breasts, and buttocks,” Amayu Elsa nodded.

"Is there a slight difference between what I said and what you said?" Aoyama Ryou asked, puzzled.

“Your photos make people think that way,” said Yaeko Miyagi.

"Then why didn't Sister Meihua and Meiyue say anything? It's simply because you two are prejudiced against me!"

"Mika-senpai, Mizuki, what do you think?" Drummer Yume asked curiously.

The Ono sisters didn't say anything.

When I see that I use that tone again, the kind that's afraid of hurting someone's self-esteem.

She tentatively asked the Ono sisters, "Should we not air our dirty laundry in public?"

"I'll meet you!" Aoyama Riku completely erupted.

Seeing that Aoyama was not afraid of getting angry, she said, "Wait a minute."

I'll deal with his tone later.

She continued, "Senior Mika, Little Sister Mizuki, is that right?"

“No, no, of course not!” Ono Mizuki replied.

Is she really suited for acting?
Ono Mika also looked reluctant to do it.

Seeing Ai turn her gaze away with satisfaction, she looked at the isolated and helpless Aoyama Rin.

"I have nothing to say." Aoyama Rin remained defiant to the death.

“I have one more thing to say,” Mikami paused slightly as if she was about to announce something, “Aoyama-kun, I wasn’t joking just now.”

"I surrender." Aoyama Risa gave up.

The girls, dressed in colorful yukatas, laughed like a cluster of flowers swaying in the wind.

Click.

Aoyama Osamu smiled and said to them, "You are all beautiful girls, and the yukatas suit you very well!"

He praised them even when they were being targeted, and the girls couldn't do anything about it.

(End of this chapter)