Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 273 The sun has set. Yes, the festival is about to begin!

The girls spent a lot of time choosing clothes and taking photos, and it was almost lunchtime.

“These yukatas will remain here until we leave. If you’d like to try anything else, feel free to do so,” said Ai Mikami.

"Thank you for meeting me, senior!" Ono Mizuki said sweetly.

"Later I'll take a family photo of you, Senior Meihua, and your brother," Jian Shang Ai said with a smile.

Aoyama Ryo had never seen her smile with such affection.

"Hmm!" Ono Mizuki's eyes turned into crescent moons.

However, when it comes to the cutest person in the world, it has to be his sister.

"Mizuki is so cute," she couldn't help but say, clearly agreeing with Aoyama Ryou's opinion.

After lunch, Aoyama Riya prepared to choose a yukata.

“We’ll choose for you!” my wife, Mingxiang, suggested excitedly.

“One for each person, let’s see who picks the best-looking one!” Ono Mizuki exclaimed excitedly.

"Agree!"

"Agree."

"be opposed to!"

"Agree."

The voting results are... needless to say.

Ono Mika chose a light blue one.

"He looks like a guy doing part-time work for a vendor during a fireworks festival," commented drummer Mengshi.

“But he’s very handsome.” Akika Wagatsuma nodded with a smile. “He might ask for your contact information, or even invite you to hang out after the event.”

"Being handsome will only get in the way of my work." Aoyama Risa got busy. "Want some takoyaki?"

"How much per serving?" Ono Mizuki looked around his 'stall'.

“原味10枚550円、芝士明太子10枚600円、照烧鸡蛋10枚650円。”

"Original flavor, thank you. Sis, would you like some?"

"You two are really into acting," Mika Ono said with a smile.

"Miss, you're so cute, I'll give you 11 for 550 yen!"

"Thank you, boss! You're so handsome!"

"Mizuki, no problem, you'll definitely be able to buy takoyaki by yourself tonight!" Aoyama Risa gave a thumbs up.

"Mmm~" Mizuki Ono ate takoyaki.

The camera lens was practically poking Mizuki Ono's face.

"Very good." Seeing that Ai was very satisfied, "We've found the best angle to film Mizuki eating takoyaki tonight."

"It seems like Jian Shang really likes Mizuki," F. Rino whispered.

“Among you, she ranks second,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Is Aoyama-kun number one?" Bess Sakurako asked.

How to put it? It's like playing Werewolf, where she always votes to kill Aoyama Ryou; or like playing a game, where her ultimate move is only used on Aoyama Ryou.

“It wasn’t me.” Aoyama Ryou said this not to evade the question, but because he truly believed it.

"Who is that?" Akika asked curiously.

"I can't say too much, because I know that Aoi has a close relationship with the domineering student council president," Aoyama said in a cautionary tone.

The girls: "Oh~~"

According to Ai Shimizu herself, "Having a good relationship is one thing, liking someone is another. I don't really like Miyako Yaeko."

“We two really don’t get along,” Miyako Yaeko smiled slightly. “I’m the opposite of you in everything.”

"Huh?" Ono Mizuki asked, puzzled. "Does it mean—"

Seeing that Ai looked like she didn't want to sleep in the same room as Miyako Yaeko tonight.

"Aoyama-kun." Elsa Amayu suddenly approached, holding another set of yukata in her hand.

"I almost forgot about that. The yukata that Sister Meihua chose for me is perfect for part-time work. It fits me perfectly. I'll go change now."

Aoyama Risa came out wearing a new yukata.

"Like a young samurai," Mika Ono laughed, expressing her satisfaction that the child looked good in anything.

“A wandering samurai,” Mizuki Ono chuckled.

Elsa Tianyu nodded in satisfaction.

Next up were the four members of the Sunny Day Band, Mizuki Ono, Ai Mikami, and Yaeko Miyase, who each selected a yukata for Osamu Aoyama in turn.

Akika Gasai chose the yukata—

Let Aoyama Rin look like the fashionable and handsome guy in school;
"This look," commented Akika Wagatsuma, "I often see you laughing and talking with different girls in the classroom or hallway!"

"Have you seen 'The Mask'? Jim Carrey puts on a mask and becomes incredibly good at talking to girls," said Osamu Aoyama.

"A film from 1994, are you from our generation?" Jian Shang put down her phone.

“In Tokyo, you can find all kinds of movies in the secondhand video rental shops,” Osamu Aoyama remarked.

Bass Sakura's yukata -

Aoyama Riki is like the gentle boy in the class next door in the same grade;

“I was carrying my physics homework past your classroom and accidentally spilled it on the ground. You would stop and chat with the girl, then run out to help,” Bess Sakura said.

“Except for the parts where he jokes and laughs with the girl, everything else is real,” Aoyama Osamu corrected.

Drummer's Dream Reality -

Aoyama Risa is a key member of the sports club;
“After club activities, we sat on the steps by the playground eating ice cream, while you ran on the court.” She seemed to be looking at this scene.

“I probably won’t join such a demanding club,” said Aoyama Risa.

F. Rino's—

Osamu Aoyama is the head of the Faculty of Letters;
"You must be writing a novel!"

"Well."

"My favorite voice actress suddenly announced her marriage in the new year!"

"Forehead."

"I resolutely wrote a light novel suitable for female voice actors, just so that when she's doing the voice acting in the anime, I can say 'Happy Wedding' to her!"

Are light novel authors really that miserable? Luckily, he isn't.

Ono Mitsuki's yukata——

Aoyama Riki is like a 500-year-old, 15-year-old yokai boy;
"Wow!" Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Shota!" Bess Sakura's eyes lit up.

"This one works too!"

Aoyama Risa didn't say anything. He had nothing to say to people who liked children, unless they liked Satoshi and Hikari.

See the one you love—

Aoyama Ryo is an elegant young nobleman;
"Oh~~~" the girls exclaimed, "I knew it!"

"Isn't it good-looking?" Jian Shang asked, somewhat uncertain about the ambiguous attitude of the crowd.

"It's not that it's ugly."

"The yukata you chose, Jian Shang, must look great, so we're not too surprised."

"If Aoyama-kun had been born into a noble family, he would probably look like this now."

“Perhaps we’ll form a marriage alliance with the Mikami family or the Miya family.” It was Bess Sakura who said this.

“Is she related to Kensuke as siblings, and is she also engaged in marriage with Miyako?” F. Rino suggested one possibility.

"When can I go to Karuizawa? I want to teach Mika and Mizuki how to ride bicycles there," Aoyama Risa said to Mikami Ai.

“I’ll teach Mizuki.” (See above for approval.)

Is this her win-win situation?
Miyako Yaeko's

Dressed entirely in black, he looked like an heir who had grown up reading "Han Feizi" since childhood.

"Don't move." Miyako Yaeko took out her phone to take a picture, and then sent it to someone.

"My portrait rights?" Aoyama asked.

"How much?" Miyako Yaeko answered without looking up.

Forget it.

"Which one do you want to choose?" See above for Aiwen Aoyama Osamu.

Just as Aoyama Risa was about to reply, his right eyelid twitched, and he immediately became alert. Upon closer inspection, he saw that, sure enough, apart from Miyako Yaeko, who was intently sending a message, all the other girls were looking at him.

"Too lazy to take it off, I'll just wear this." Aoyama Risa said indifferently.

"Do you think this one is the coolest?" Bess Sakura asked.

As I said before, when Aoyama finally understands the lyrics "{They have been blown away by the wind and scattered to the ends of the earth}", he might enjoy the confrontation with bassist Sakurako, but right now he only suspects: does she want him to die?
"Which outfit doesn't look good on me?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

The girls all laughed.

“Mine is the coolest,” Elsa Tianyu said earnestly.

The doorbell rang, and everyone was puzzled, as the hotel that had been booked out couldn't possibly have any guests.

“It must be the stylist.” Ai raised her chin slightly to Aoyama Risa. If the doorbell hadn’t rung, it would have been perfectly acceptable to interpret her gesture as ‘rolling away’.

Aoyama went to open the door.

As the only male and the one responsible for the fight, it was only natural for him to take the initiative to take on dangerous tasks—these brightly dressed girls were not strangers, but all his relatives and friends.

"A stylist?" Mizuki Ono asked, puzzled.

"Just a quick haircut," Ai explained with a smile.

"It's so good to see my senior!" Ono Mizuki couldn't help but say.

Seeing that Ai hesitated to speak, almost saying "Just call me Ai-neechan"—Aoyama Rika's incident taught her a lesson: she couldn't be too hasty and had to take it slow.

"You say he's a stylist? Who booked him?" Aoyama Risa's voice came from the entrance hall.

"Let her in," said Aoi.

Even without makeup, just doing a simple hair styling session takes almost an entire afternoon.

After getting their hair done, the girls looked breathtakingly beautiful.

Any one of them, walking down the street, could inadvertently make someone think about her all night, feeling like they missed their destiny.

"How is it, Mr. Aoyama?" Akika asked with a smile.

The girls all looked at him with smiles.

Aoyama Risa smiled with pursed lips and took a deep breath through her nose.

"What's wrong?" Ono Mika asked with a smile.

"It's nothing." Aoyama Ryou was only beginning to worry about the future where 'we'll just go our separate ways like this'.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" Bess Sakurako said.

"Right now, I only wish for everyone to be happy. For everyone in the world to be happy!" said Aoyama Rido.

“My soul has been purified,” Ai said to everyone.

"Don't make me sound like a demon." Composing herself, Aoyama smiled and said to everyone, "It's very good!"

He took a group photo with everyone.

“I will send you the photos. If you accidentally lose them in the future, you can come to me for them at any time. I will keep the negatives forever,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Wait a minute." Seeing Shang Ai speak, she looked at the stylist, "Could you please take a picture for us?"

"Ok."

"Didn't I take the photos?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"Come here." Seeing Shang Ai's tone, it was as if she were eating on the street and her dog was drooling in front of another table.

They took another group photo, this time not just of everyone, but of everyone.

In the photo, the girls resemble a cluster of flowers, while Aoyama Risa, dressed in a black yukata, stands with her arms crossed, separated from the flower cluster by a fence.

"Here." Seeing Ai hand the camera to Aoyama Risa, "Keep this photo."

"It doesn't matter whether I'm there or not," Aoyama Ryou said with a smile.

“For us,” Bess Sakurako didn’t finish her sentence.

Aoyama Ryosuke gazed out over the corridor, looking at the distant sky: "The sun is starting to set."

"Yes!" Ono Mizuki exclaimed excitedly, "The festival is about to begin!"

"Are we having dinner?" my wife, Mingxiang, asked.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the drummer asked.

"Go out and buy some food? I want candied apples, I haven't had them in ages!"

"Won't there be too many people?"

"It's okay. If I don't get enough to eat at the festival, I'll make a reservation at a restaurant."

"I met my senior!"

Seeing that Ai looked like she was about to be drowned in cuteness, and noticing that Aoyama Risa was raising his camera, he coughed lightly and became serious.

"You have a cold?" Mika Ono asked.

"No," Jian Ai replied.

Click.

The group left the hotel and prepared to board the MPV arranged by Ai beforehand to head to the Hozu River.

There were ten people in total, and the car couldn't fit them all. No matter how they were divided, it was impossible to put the Sunny Day Band and Miyako Yaeko in the same car.

So, the four members of the Sunny Day Band and the Ono Sisters rode in one car.

See Shang Ai, Tianyu Elsa sitting 62s.

Miyako Yaeko and Aoyama Risa rode in a black luxury car.

Sitting in the car with the curtains drawn, sometimes I don't even feel like I'm moving forward.

Miyako nudged Aoyama Risa with her elbow: "Look."

Aoyama Rin, who was looking straight ahead, glanced over and showed him her phone screen.

[Grandpa: He looks just like me when I was young. This child might bring happiness to Hachi.]

[Grandma Reiko: Like you, do you want to marry two wives?]

[Grandma Hitomi: But I think this child doesn't look much like his grandfather; he looks more like the one from the Kujo family.]

[Grandma Reiko: Doesn't that mean you have to marry four?]

"Grandpa and Grandma are so old, do they use chat apps?" Aoyama Risa asked curiously.

It has nothing to do with age. It's just that as someone in power, would they expose their private life on software controlled by others?

"Is that the point?"

"What do you want me to see?" Aoyama Rin didn't quite understand.

“My grandparents think highly of you,” Miyako Yaeko said.

"It's just appearance."

"Aren't you happy even when you're praised?"

"I can be happy, but if I'm happy because my appearance is recognized, it will weaken my fighting spirit."

"Too fragile."

Miyako Yaeko may have been right; Aoyama Risa is indeed that fragile, and once she loses her footing, she cannot stand firm again.

He is an iron rod that wants to become a roly-poly toy.

"Oh, right." Seeing their chat history, Qingshan remembered something, "I heard that people like you actually engage in arranged marriages?"

“As long as marriage alliances can enhance strength and help overcome difficulties, they will exist regardless of the era,” said Miyako Yaeko.

You don't, do you?

"What if there is?"

Despite knowing it was almost impossible, Aoyama Osamu still gave a definite answer: "I will help you."

"How can we help? Although our family is involved in the legal system, we don't really follow the law," Miyako asked.

“I’ll take you to China,” said Aoyama Rido.

Miyako laughed: "You have indeed worked part-time in many Chinese restaurants, but working part-time in a Chinese restaurant is different from living in China."

"In short, be sure to contact me if you need anything."

"Care about me?"

“I’ve said these things to Ai Mikami as well—my dream is to make everyone happy and to wash all the clothes in the world clean.”

"If you want to bring happiness to the world, cooking is more practical than doing laundry."

As the two chatted, a black luxury car arrived at Hozu River.

After getting off the bus, Aoyama Risa saw a sea of ​​people before her. It wasn't dark yet, but the festival lanterns were already lit, one after another, like a dream.

The last night in Kyoto has begun.

(End of this chapter)