Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 283 Every living person has a heartbeat
Aoyama Ryo stared at Aoi's hairstyle.

Unlike the gentle yet slightly charming Mika Ono, Ai Mikami's hairstyle is more elegant, seemingly styled to match a certain dress.

"What's wrong?" Jian Shangai asked.

"Why did you change your hairstyle?" Aoyama asked.

This is how I feel today.

—What kind of feeling was that?
Never mind, I can't ask, it's dangerous.

As if seeing Ai as an insatiable forty-year-old wife, Aoyama walked around her, meandering around his seat.

He picked up the water glass and gulped it down.

"Suddenly feeling very thirsty?" See above for more information.

"Ah."

“Uremia,” Ai affirmed.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Seeing that Shang Ai smiled, she took out a book, "Greek Philosophy Based on Slavery," and opened it to read.

Do not respond, do not respond!
My current goal is the Ono sisters, and I must establish a relationship with them as soon as possible.

Aoyama Riya took out a book.

At nine o'clock, seeing that Shang Ai had closed his book, he said, "It's time to get to work."

"Where to?" Aoyama asked.

"Wind Ensemble".

Aoyama Risa stood up without saying a word.

He didn't decide to stop talking, he just stopped chatting.

The two arrived at the wind instrument section, and the moment they opened the door, they heard the sounds from yesterday.

"I'm sorry." On the podium, Sumire Sanzenin bowed to everyone in the brass band.

"it's okay."

"It's all in the past now. From today onwards, let's all work hard together!"

"Our goal is: the national championship!"

The only response was these three sentences; the rest of the people either remained silent, indifferent, or contemptuous.

In other words, out of the fifty-odd official members of the brass band, only three people explicitly expressed their forgiveness for Sumire Sanzenin, including her co-pilot, Maiko Kurosawa.

The atmosphere was stiff, as if it were a classroom in winter without air conditioning.

"Excuse me, everyone, we're here again," said Aoyama Risa.

"Let's start practicing!" the girl, who seemed to be the department head, quickly said.

As Sumire Sanzenin stepped down from the podium, she glared fiercely at Aoyama Riki as she passed him.

With his arms crossed and his hair styled in a "lady's" haircut, Kenshin Ai stared at her back with a cold gaze.

The wind band began practicing, and the two listened for a while before going outside.

In the sweltering corridor, seeing that Ai had stopped moving, he directly questioned Aoyama Rin: "Why didn't you bite back?"

The scene looked like a senior female student lecturing a junior female student.

“She didn’t do anything,” Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

"You eased her embarrassment, and what was her attitude? Ignoring you is one thing, but she even dared to glare at you!"

So ignoring it is okay?

"Don't worry, she's not my boss, I won't give her any face," said Aoyama Ryo.

"Is it because you see a pretty girl that you feel it's a kind of enjoyment to be bullied?"

What a blatant slander!
"So far, the only person who can make me feel this way is you," said Aoyama Ryou.

He saw that Shang Ai didn't say anything.

--Oops!
I instinctively refuted it, but the content of my rebuttal was incorrect!

"I assure you," Aoyama Risa wanted to quickly change the subject, "I will absolutely not let anyone hurt my body or my heart!"

"You mean what you say?" Seeing Shang Ai's expression soften.

"Physically, I'll do what I say; mentally, I can only say I'll do my best," said Aoyama Rido.

Seeing that Shang Ai nodded, he reluctantly let him pass.

She turned around and walked toward the Department of Philosophical Studies in Athens, a smile playing on her lips.

In just one day, Aoyama Rika's defenses have already shown weaknesses, and she will likely take them down soon.

Was it because the plan was going well and victory was in sight? She felt her heart beating a little fast.

Aoyama Ritsu walked behind Aki, calming her racing heart and repeatedly telling herself:

— One should be focused and dedicated.

—I like all beautiful girls, so it's normal for me to like Aoi Miyazaki, so it's okay.

—It must be because she changed her hairstyle today that I mistook her for Sister Meihua!

—I love to call me a dog!

—They even said that someone like me who's been to a maid cafe is undesirable.

—The back of her neck is so white.

Qingshan Ideal slaps himself in the face.

—Koito, Aoyama, who are you? Who said the last sentence? You two, step forward!
Before going to the student council room at 9:30, Aoyama Osamu delivered ice cream to the drama club.

"Thank you, Aoyama-kun!"

"Aoyama-kun is so handsome!"

"Thank you, brother~"

This is all we got in return.

It's okay, it will accumulate over time.

A person with only one book in their head is certainly not as good as someone with a library in their head. When Ono Mizuki has a hundred ice creams in her belly, those hundred ice creams will form Aoyama Risa and remain in her heart forever.

If only there were something that convenient.

But can she eat a hundred ice creams? No, he won't allow it.

"Qingshan, please give me your phone." The secretary said as soon as we entered the student council office.

"A cell phone?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"Post on TikTok." The secretary adjusted her glasses. "Nothing?"

The deviation score of Kaiming High School is very high. Everyone studies hard, and many students do not have TikTok—at least not on their phones.

“Yes, of course I have one, he’s from my hometown,” said Aoyama Risa.

The secretary didn't take it seriously, just thinking he was a chuunibyou (a person with delusions of grandeur) and a hardcore short video enthusiast.

Aoyama handed her the phone.

Ladies and gentlemen, do you see that? This is innocence! How many male high school students would so casually hand over their cell phones to others like he did?
"Don't look at the chat history," Miyako Yaeko, who was reviewing the equipment usage form, suddenly said.

"Yes!" the secretary replied with a bow.

Those who don't know the inside story might think her reaction is exaggerated, but the secretary might actually become Miyako Yaeko's secretary in the future.

Moreover, outstanding performance in the student council can lead to a university recommendation.

"Why can't I look?" Aoyama Risa retorted. "I can look, I have nothing to hide."

Miyako looked at him and said, "I have it."

“Then—” Aoyama Rika’s tone changed several times, “Don’t look at my chat history with Miyako Yaeko.”

The secretary adjusted her glasses.

She must have been curious.

"Come with me to check the seats," Miyako Yaeko said with disdain.

Everyone here obeys her orders, but when she uses this tone, the student council members all know that she is speaking to Aoyama Rin.

The two left the student council room.

"What kind of seats are you checking?" Aoyama asked.

"Concert hall".

“It is indeed very important, after all, many important people will come, and even if they don’t understand it, they will pretend to be interested and come to listen to the music,” said Aoyama Risa.

He looked at Miyako Yaeko.

She wore black stockings today, just like yesterday, but the shades were subtly different; they were darker today.

“But isn’t it too early to do inspections now? The cultural festival is in early October, and it’s only August now,” he said.

“We’ll check once in August, once in September, and once the night before the cultural festival starts,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Everyone else is enjoying the cultural festival, but it seems like all you're doing is work."

"Everyone else is enjoying themselves, while I'm honing my organizational skills. The thought of that makes me want to smile at those who are enjoying their youth."

Some might think that Yaeko Miyayo also has problems.

no problem.

No problem at all.

It wasn't because Aoyama Riya liked to 'study secretly while others are playing' that he said it was no problem; it was genuinely no problem.

The floor is paved with red bricks, one side of the corridor is a wall, and the other side is an archway. The two people walk through one archway after another, as if they are walking from one scene to another.

As a privately owned aristocratic venue, the concert hall was quite exquisite.

Holding formal music concerts is also fine.

"How do we check?" Aoyama Risa prepared to start working. "Sit down one by one," Miyako Yaeko said.

Although she felt it was a bit exaggerated, Aoyama Ryo did as she was told.

Watching Aoyama Risa sit down one by one and carefully check the armrests, Miyako Yaeko personally understood why bosses who had hired Aoyama Risa once would always think of calling him whenever they needed staff.

As for why, there's really nothing to it, just one thing: not to cheat or be dishonest.

Miyako stepped forward, sat down in a corner seat in the front row, and continued working on her tablet.

She held a pen in one hand, reviewing poster after poster—some with countdowns, some to create an atmosphere, and others promotional images submitted by various clubs.

These pictures must be posted in fixed locations on campus, and she needs to consider whether the content is illegal and whether it matches the scene.

After checking the first row, Aoyama checked the second row.

Sitting directly behind her, I heard her say, "You've worked hard."

Aoyama Ri said to himself: "Ten thousand yen, ten thousand yen, ten thousand yen"

As the sound faded into the distance, Miyako Yaeko twirled her pen and smiled.

Aoyama Ryo went to the third row, while Miyako Yaeko sat in the second row on the side.

"You don't need to stay with me, just focus on your work." - Aoyama Ryo, fourth row.

“Supervising you is also part of my job.” Miyako Yaeko, third row.

“How about I brag later, saying, ‘I love music, and I sat in every single chair in the concert hall when I was in school’?” He was in the fifth row.

"Besides Beethoven, Chopin, and Rachmaninoff, name a third pianist." She was in the fourth row.

This is no problem for Aoyama Ryū.

“Lang Lang,” he said, checking the armrests.

Miyako Yaeko stopped checking the promotional images and began mentally checking whether Lang Lang was qualified at this time.

Forget it.

He tried his best.

“Point out the differences between Chopin’s Second Sonata and Rachmaninoff’s Second Sonata,” she added.

"Who is Rachmaninoff? Rachmaninoff? Rachmaninoff? That sounds familiar." Aoyama Risa's voice faded into the distance.

Just as Aoyama Ryo began inspecting the sixth row, the air conditioner suddenly emitted a muffled sound.

"What's wrong?" Aoyama asked.

Miyako Yaeko also raised her head.

The air conditioner slowly turned off its fumes.

The concert hall, without lights or windows, was shrouded in darkness, like a movie theater without lights. Miyako Yaeko's flat panel was the only source of light.

The concert hall was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

"Is there a power outage?" Aoyama asked again.

"There's no air conditioning, let's continue working this afternoon." Miyako Yaeko stood up.

Aoyama didn't care; he listened to his boss.

Using the light from the tablet, the two walked to the door.

"Huh?" He pulled on the door again, but it didn't budge.

“This door requires electricity to open and close,” Miyako Yaeko explained.

"Why? It's just a concert hall."

"rich."

"."

"Do you want ladies or gentlemen to struggle to open the door in a disheveled manner?" Miyako Yaeko said again.

"What should we do now?" asked Aoyama Rika.

"Call up."

In the white light of the tablet, Aoyama Risa looked at Miyako Yaeko, and Miyako Yaeko looked back at him.

"Did you give your phone to your secretary too?" Aoyama asked, explaining why he didn't have a phone.

"No."

"Then go ahead and hit me."

“I don’t bring my phone with me during work hours; I leave it at the Department of Philosophical Studies in Athens.”

Aoyama looked around. The concert hall had no windows. There was a door on the stage, but it was just a preparation room with no exit.

"What about this?" Aoyama looked at the tablet in her hand.

Miyako picked it up and looked at it: "No internet."

"I haven't gone back by noon yet, and the student council members will be looking for me." As she spoke, Miyako Yaeko sat down.

Aoyama Riya sat down.

There's still half an hour until noon. What can he do in that time?

Let's continue inspecting the chairs.

Aoyama got up.

Even in complete darkness, where you can't see clearly yourself, it's still a job that requires extreme caution, even if the chair armrests have anti-collision padding.

Once you're far away from Miyako Yaeko, your line of sight is almost zero meters.

He sat down in the chairs one by one, and at first nothing happened. But then, at a certain moment, an idea suddenly popped into Aoyama Risa's mind:
Could it be that I might suddenly sit on someone's lap, or touch someone's hand while checking the armrest?

A slight chill ran down my spine.

"Where did you go?" Miyako Yaeko snapped out of her work and looked up, but there was no sign of Aoyama Risa.

Just as she was about to turn on the tablet's flashlight function, Aoyama Osamu's voice came from the darkness.

“Here, check the chair,” he said.

"Come back!" Miyako Yaeko frowned. "What if the power outage was part of the killer's plan? How can you protect me when you're so far away?"

Looking at the only light in the darkness, Aoyama Rika felt that what she said made a lot of sense.

He just sat down on the chairs, not necessarily on the ghost's lap, but more likely on the murderer's lap.

He walked back to Miyako Yaeko's side.

“Just in case, turn off the tablet,” he suggested.

"Keep this up for me." Miyako Yaeko handed him the tablet.

"what are you up to?"

"It's hot." Miyako Yaeko reached into her school skirt and began to take off her stockings.

In the dimly lit classroom at school, there were only two people: the boy was holding up a light, and the girl was taking off her pants in the light.
Aoyama Rin, who had previously been slightly afraid of the darkness, was now feeling hot all over.

He looked away.

“Hold on tight,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"It's okay if we don't turn on the lights, right?" Aoyama Risa's voice was hoarse.

"When we came here, the stockings were intact, but when we left, they had a hole in them—did you want this to happen?"

Are stockings really such an inconvenient thing?!
The part with the stockings removed was strikingly white in the dark, seemingly glowing on its own.

Because the light is focused, only that part can be clearly seen, making it appear even more stunning.

It was simply an unparalleled dream, a beauty that could never be found in the human world. Aoyama Risa could no longer find the right words to describe her beauty at that moment.

After completely removing the stockings, Miyako Yaeko smiled and said, "Is this a birthday present for you?"

“I don’t wear stockings,” Aoyama Rido said. “Shall I turn off the light?”

"Ah."

The concert hall was plunged into complete darkness.

“Let’s switch places,” Aoyama Risa said again.

"Go to the spot closest to the air conditioning vents," said Miyako Yaeko.

Do you know why I turned off the light and changed seats?

"They want to do things to me that I can't normally do."

"It's to prevent assassins!"

Just in case, Aoyama Risa reached out and grabbed Miyako Yaeko's wrist, and carefully moved forward.

It's okay, because he loved listening to music when he was in school and had sat in every seat in the concert hall, so no one knew the concert hall better than him.

Even if we were leading people forward in the dark, there would be no problem.

Miyako suddenly stumbled forward as if she had bumped into something, and Aoyama Risa quickly caught her!

His right arm encircled her waist;
He held her buttocks with his left hand, pressing it against the edge of her skirt, and simultaneously felt the sensation of her school skirt against his thigh.

Miyako wrapped her arms around his neck.

Both of them were breathing rapidly and their hearts were racing.

Aoyama Risa was frightened, thinking that something had happened to Miyako Yaeko.

He quickly asked, "No, thank you."

Does a light touch of the lips count as a first kiss?

If we accidentally touch lips, does that count as a first kiss?

Does using the tongue count as a first kiss?

If it wasn't voluntary and the tongue was used, does that count as a first kiss?

(End of this chapter)