Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 274 The Ceremony of the Crowd

Temple fairs may not have fireworks, but fireworks displays will definitely have stalls at temple fairs.

Temple fair stalls, after all these years, still offer the same things: goldfish fishing, water balloon fishing, air gun shooting, candied apples, takoyaki, fried noodles, shaved ice, and masks. Don't they get tired of it?

Aoyama Risa chatted with the two young ladies.

"I rarely participate in these kinds of activities. You should be the one asking me if I'll get tired of them," Jian Shangai retorted.

"I don't get tired of it, because I've never properly visited a temple fair in my life."

“Serious?” Miyako Yaeko repeated the word.

“See?” Aoyama pointed to the stall. “Before the tourists come, I set up the stall, decorate the flags, and hang the lanterns; after the tourists leave, I reappear to take it apart, move it, and clean it up; I also sell takoyaki occasionally.”

"It must have been tough?" Jian Shang looked at him, as if trying to read the hardships he had endured in the past from his face.

"The salary is very high, and this kind of part-time job isn't something you get often." Aoyama Ryo's expression showed only contentment.

A group of children ran past, completely unrestrained, and everyone moved aside to let them pass.

Children seem to take happiness for granted, but Aoyama Osamu and the three Ono sisters do not.

Miyako glanced at the Ono sisters and the others in the distance and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to join them?"

"Kidnapping them will only offend you and bring no benefit whatsoever." If he could go, Aoyama Risa would also like to go.

Looking into the distance, you can still vaguely see the Ono sisters, who seem to be planning to play a shooting game.

"I'm sorry." Seeing Ai looking at him, "If we hadn't come, you wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble."

“Friends shouldn’t say things like that!” Aoyama Risa looked away and smiled as she met her gaze.

"Are we friends?" See above for more information.

Aoyama Risa was stunned for a moment, incredulous: "Now that things have come to this, are we still just classmates?"

"An acquaintance?" Miyako Yaeko's tone suggested she was measuring the distance between them.

"As acquaintances, the things the three of us did were rather intimate."

"Lover?" Miyako asked again.

"Is your ruler '1cm, 2cm, 3cm, 18cm'? That's too big of a range!"

Fortunately, the two did not understand the code and thought it was a joke.

“Although our views are completely different, I think we are friends,” said Aoyama Osamu.

He continued, "My classmate prefers win-win situations, Miyako Yaeko leans towards exchange, while I advocate for mutual consent."

"Consensual? That's foolish!" Jian Shang Ai said.

“These are the kinds of people who are often the ones who get scammed,” said Miyako Yaeko.

Aoyama Risa laughed.

He said in a casual tone, "Yes, but think about it, if you give to someone without complaint, and that person happens to give to you without complaint, how will things turn out?"

"Will it be 'just right'?" Miyako asked.

“The Ono sisters,” Ai Mikami said.

“Not only that.” After saying that, Aoyama Risa smiled and looked at the two of them.

“Okay, we’re friends now.” Ai said, returning to the previous topic.

“As friends, we should change how we address each other,” Miyako Yaeko said, intrigued. “From now on, you’ll call me Yaeko, and I’ll call you Ri.”

“No, wait.” Aoyama Risa raised her hand. “As a friend, could you grant me a special privilege? I can shout whatever I want.”

"No," said Jian Shangai.

"Why?!"

"You want to call me 'Xiao Ai'?"

Aoyama Ryo couldn't refute it; he really wanted to.

“‘Ryo’ is too intimate, I’m not used to it. Just call me ‘Aoyama’.” After saying that, Aoyama Ryo added, “Just ‘Aoyama’, no need for ‘classmate’.”

"See you later." When seeing someone, one should use a form of address that is acceptable to them.

"Give it a try?" Miyako suggested with a smile.

"Ahem!" Qingshan cleared his throat.

“If you have a cold, stay away from me,” Miyako Yaeko said immediately.

"Mizuki has started shooting." Ai took out her phone and walked forward.

"Hey! You're all disgusted with me just because I have a cold?! That's not how friends treat each other!" Aoyama Ryo was abandoned.

He smiled as he watched the two figures walk away.

At the shooting booth, Ono Mizuki's posture while holding a gun is reminiscent of the role of an otaku in a shooting game.

"Mizuki, what prize do you want?" Misaki asked while recording the video.

"That," Ono Mizuki said, loading ammunition, "I really liked eating it when I was little."

It's a cookie with retro packaging.

“The cookie should break if it gets hit,” Elsa Amamiya said.

"It's okay, brother will lick it clean!" Ono Mizuki closed one eye and began to aim.

"Don't talk about how I used to be a glutton when I was little," said Aoyama Rido.

"Don't get in Miyuki's way." Miyuki grabbed his sleeve and pulled him away.

Disliked.

Aoyama Risa stood outside the crowd, and the shooting stall was almost completely surrounded by them.

"That's nice." Bess Sakurako, wearing a white yukata with gold flowers, appeared beside him at some point.

"Does senior also like festivals?" Aoyama asked.

“I like it,” Bess Sakura said, looking at him.

After a brief pause, she continued, "But what I want to say is not that the festival is good, but that it's good that I see my classmate likes Mizuki-senpai."

"A good relationship is always good, no matter what, of course, both people must be decent people."

“That way, when Aoyama-kun and Kenjo are together in the future, there won’t be any conflicts like those between a sister-in-law and a younger sister,” Bess Sakurako said.

Aoyama Risa gave a wry smile and said nothing.

He had a better way to deal with the conflict between his sister-in-law and younger sister.

No, that's not 'better,' it's the optimal solution.

"Sakura, it's your turn. Make sure you hit the target!" Akika Gasai handed over the spear.

"The essence of this game is that you lose more than you win, so don't have too much hope," Bess Sakura said as she stepped forward.

“Sakura is always so pessimistic,” Akika Gasai said with a smile.

“This is also a kind of self-redemption.” Aoyama Ryou looked at Bess Sakurako, who was firing her gun. “Dazai Osamu said that if you can refuse intense joy, you will not be overcome by grief. In this way, you can maintain a peaceful state of mind.”

"Can a person really resist intense joy?" Akika Agasa asked with a smile.

"I think it's possible to do things where you know you'll lose more than you'll win."

"Just because you lose more than you win, does that mean you should give up hope?"

“Statistically speaking, it’s best to give up,” Aoyama replied.

"We can't hit it at all!" Bess Sakura lamented. "Could it be that the bullet and the prize each contain the opposite poles of a magnet?"

“Look,” said Aoyama Osamu, pointing to Bess Sakurako and speaking to my wife Akika.

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it then,” Akika Agasa muttered to herself.

boom!
"Great!" Ono Mika cheered as she knocked over a jelly.

Elsa Tianyu glanced at her, pulled the trigger, and the rubber bullet hit the wooden shelf where the prizes were displayed before bouncing back.

With a "smack!", it hit Aoyama Risa on the forehead.

"Aoyama-kun!" Elsa Tenyu looked at him worriedly as he covered his forehead.

"Hahaha!" the boss laughed. "Young lady, that man is yours!"

"Huh? Really?" Elsa Tenyu confirmed.

"Of course, the bullet hit me, there's nothing I can do about it!"

“I am not your product.” Aoyama Risa said, slightly annoyed.

"Brother, we are all commodities of fate, and now the little girl's shot of fate has struck you!"

“Boss, changing the subject won’t help. Hurry up and compensate us,” Aoyama said.

"Are young people these days so materialistic? Damn it, give that blonde ten more bullets!"

Elsa Tenyu's expression suggested she wanted to receive the prize directly.

"Yume, you can't do this!" F. Rino shouted from the other side.

Drummer Meng Shi practically climbed onto the table, as if he wanted to rush in and point his gun directly at the prize.

Seeing that neither of them had hit the target during the match between Ai and Yaeko Miyase, only managing to graz it, she remarked, "They didn't bring any real guns." Yaeko Miyase glanced at her smiling boss.

Seeing Ai staring at the gun in her hand, with that posture, was the usual attitude of someone who firmly believed that "the problem lies with the world, not with me."

In terms of results, it was indeed a game with more losses than wins. Aoyama Risa didn't play, and of the other nine, only Ono Mika got a jelly.

"With so much money, I could buy so many snacks!" Drummer Mengshi was filled with regret.

Bess Sakurako said, "It cost a total of—"

"Sakura, you can't count it! If you count it, we didn't come here to have fun!" Akika Gasai cried out for help.

"Go catch goldfish!" Ono Mizuki pulled her older sister along and ran over.

"There's fried noodles over there, I'll go buy some!" Drummer Mengshi was hungry.

"Mengshi, don't run around!" My wife, Mingxiang, followed after him.

"Let's go buy some food and meet up later!" Bess Sakura called out to the two of them as they walked away.

Let alone the whole world, even a festival within a limited area, once people are separated, it is quite difficult to find each other again.

In front of the shooting range.

"You two wait for me a moment," Aoyama Risa said to Mikami Ai and Miyako Yaeko.

After saying that, he turned around and handed the money to the shop owner: "One more game."

"Are you going to protect us, or are we going to play along with you?" Miyako Yaeko laughed.

"Win-win." See the relaxed atmosphere of the scene.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The rubber bullets slid through the air one by one, but none of them hit any prizes.

Seeing Ai laugh, she said, "If shooting games also involve mutual consent, Aoyama-kun, you seem to have been won over by these prizes—"

Snapped!
The cookie fell.

The three left the shooting range, and Aoyama Rika, dressed in a black yukata, tossed a biscuit.

"Ten thousand yen." See the price offered by Ai.

"Not for sale."

"One hundred thousand yen."

Money isn't everything.

"Two hundred thousand yen."

Aoyama Riki grasped her wrist through her yukata, lifted her hand, and placed the biscuit in the girl's snow-white palm.

"Deal," he said.

Seeing that Shang Ai looked at the biscuit in her hand, she raised her face to meet his gaze.

Two seconds later, the two simultaneously looked away.

Aoyama Osamu is a young man who believes that appearance only affects his efforts and that he would voluntarily lower his appearance if he had a choice.

Jian Shangai is a young woman who believes that appearance is completely useless in choosing a partner and that character is everything.

The two of them, their hearts racing from looking directly at each other's striking appearances at close range, even avoided each other's gazes.

It doesn't matter what you think in your heart; an outstanding appearance will make your body respond honestly.

Aoyama Riku loosened his grip on Aoi's wrist.

Even through the yukata, you can still feel the softness and warmth of the other person's skin.

—The beauty of Grade A should not be underestimated.

Even someone like Aoyama Osamu, if she spent a long time with someone like that, and there was occasional physical contact, might fall in love with that person 'for no reason'.

"It's a pity I didn't bring a real gun." Miyako Yaeko, dressed in a black yukata with red roses, smiled and looked directly at the two of them. "If I had, this bag of cookies would be mine."

He ignored her.

To dispel her emotions, she took the initiative to speak to Aoyama Ryou: "Is this a transaction, or a win-win situation?"

She opened her palm, revealing the cookies.

“This was consensual,” Aoyama insisted.

“I understand.” Jian Shang nodded. “It’s not consensual at all. You’re just doing whatever you want, whatever you want.”

"Give me back my cookies!"

Seeing that Shang Ai had stopped, she turned around deftly, her slender figure disappearing into the crowd.

"Don't run around!" Aoyama wanted to chase after her, but he didn't dare leave Miyako Yaeko alone here.

"Why don't you chase after them?" asked Miyako Yaeko.

“If I pursue her and something happens to you, she will feel guilty; if I stay and something happens to her, you won’t feel guilty—if you can only save one person, save the one who won’t feel guilty,” Aoyama Ryou replied.

The main reason is that Miyako Yaeko had encountered danger.

It seems that there are far more people who hate the Miyako family than those who hate the Kanami family.

“She must have gone to find Mizuki, let’s hurry and catch up with her,” said Aoyama Risa.

Miyako nodded. She had experienced it herself, so safety was the most important thing no matter what.

The two quickened their pace and walked forward.

“You look to the left, I’ll look to the right,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Okay." Qingshan Li smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I just think you're really suited for the position of student council president; you have a certain charm when you give orders."

"Go on stage and do a striptease right now."

"Isn't this beyond the student council president's authority?"

“The student council president’s power is limited, but my power is unlimited. Carry me.” - Miyako Yaeko.

As she spoke, Miyako Yaeko stopped.

Aoyama Risa, who had taken a step forward, turned back and said, "Now is not the time to play around."

“I wasn’t playing with you.” Miyako Yaeko slightly lifted her yukata, revealing her fair and tender feet to him.

famous.

"What's wrong?" Aoyama asked hurriedly.

"I think I twisted my ankle because I was walking too fast. I wasn't planning to tell you, just like you like being scolded and making trouble for yourself when you're having sex. I don't hate pain either, but it hurts so much."

"First of all, I don't like being scolded. Secondly, don't you still hate pain?"

Aoyama bent down.

Miyako Yaeko climbed up.

It looks quite large, and the weight is indeed quite astonishing.

Aoyama hooked his arm around her leg, stood up lightly, and walked forward as much as possible without paying attention to his back.

"Did you carry me on your back because you both wanted to?" Rather than chatting, Miyako Yaeko's question sounded more like she was blowing air into his ear.

"of course."

"To give to me without complaint or regret?"

I will carry you on my back without any regrets.

"Then what do I have to do without complaint to make you feel that life will become better?" Miyako asked.

“I said, you do it, this isn’t a matter of mutual consent, it’s a transaction,” Aoyama Ryo replied.

Miyako thought for a moment, then slightly adjusted her position, essentially rubbing Aoyama Risa's back with her body.

"How is it?" she asked, sounding slightly expectant.

"." Aoyama looked to the right.

"How about it?"

"." Aoyama looked to the left.

Miyako Yaeko adjusted her position again.

"Don't tell anyone," Aoyama warned.

Miyako Yaeko asked with a smile, "How was it?"

Aoyama lowered his voice, and Miyako Yaeko subconsciously moved closer, their faces almost touching.

"It's quite heavy," Aoyama Ryou said quietly.

Miyako grabbed his ear and pulled him up.

People around them laughed and made way for the two.

Some people had sour faces, as if to say: Are all couples in the world this sickeningly sweet? It makes me want to vomit!
(End of this chapter)