Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 301 Big

Once the cleaning is finished, you can leave the school.

The latest time to leave school is noon, so many people went to their clubs, especially those who had competitions, planned to make a big splash at the cultural festival, or had good relationships within their clubs.

Since the Ono sisters both went, Aoyama Risa had no choice but to go as well.

Department of Philosophy and Research.

Every word should be read with emotion, as if praising a deity.

Love is also here.

"Why did you come?" Aoyama asked curiously after greeting him.

"Wait for you."

"You knew I was coming?"

"No man would pass up the chance to see me."

"."

"Now that the chat is over, let's get down to business. It's time to think about what our club should do at the cultural festival," said Ai Mikami.

"Activities?" Aoyama was puzzled. "Aren't the activities of the Athens Philosophy Research Club about observing the performances of each club and class and then giving scores?"

"It was rejected by the student council."

"The student council is actually disrespecting the Athens Philosophy Research Department?"

"It's Miyako Yaeko who's not giving me face."

“You are the Minister of Philosophical Studies in Athens, while she is merely a member of the same department.”

“I know you like the Athens Philosophy Department, but you don’t have to say its full name in every sentence.”

"loyalty!"

"Sigh." Jian Ai sighed, just like a thirty-year-old husband who, while playing with his son, still insisted on playing Ultraman, making the child cry.

"If we can't evaluate the club, what should we do?" asked Aoyama Riki.

"I'm not good at playing around, so I wanted to ask you."

"When you need something from someone, I don't expect you to ask me for help, but I at least hope you won't act too superior."

“When I talk to a cat, even if I’m squatting down, I’m still perceived as superior.”

As Aoyama Osamu imagined Ai squatting down to talk to him—not knowing how she would handle the skirt issue—he said, "How about holding a cat exhibition?"

Seeing Shang Ai's expression light up, she quickly calmed down and said, "The student council will not allow live animals to be brought to school."

"That's true. And I think the reason the student council rejected the 'evaluation activity' is simply because Miyase Yaeko wants you to perform for her. If you don't have this attribute, no activity can pass."

"Let's abolish the department."

"Do you want to turn the whole world into hell?!"

"Your world is too fragile," Jian Shang Ai laughed. "Enough with the small talk, let's keep thinking of solutions."

Was that just casual conversation?

He was giving his opinions very seriously.

"Write a journal about philosophy?" Aoyama Osamu asked again.

"With your understanding of philosophy, can you write a journal? Cultural festivals are more fun when everyone works together as a group."

To put it bluntly, I don't want to work alone.

"What about the band?" Aoyama Osamu said again, "It's not just the two of us, but the three of us. That way, Miyase Yaeko saw Mikami Ai's performance, and Mikami Ai also saw Miyase Yaeko's performance."

“Aoyama Ryo watched the performance by Mikami Ai and Miyako Yaeko,” Mikami Ai said.

"The whole school watched the performance by Aoyama Risa, Mikami Ai, and Miyako Yaeko," Aoyama Risa added.

They both laughed.

Jian Shangai said, "Our singing might affect the Sunny Day Band. They need to win awards and get nominated."

“A well-prepared professional skill is no match for an unprepared one; otherwise, it’s nothing but a fake.” Aoyama Risa didn’t care.

He doesn't plan to use the system.

He had no regrets no matter who he beat.

"'Fake'? Don't use such strange words," as Ai pointed out above.

"It's just industry slang, nothing strange or unusual."

What circle?

"Anime/Manga".

“It’s definitely a circle that fits well with ‘fakes’,” said Ai Jianshang with a smile.

"I will not allow you to slander the world of anime and manga. Ultraman is a real person!" Aoyama Osamu vowed to defend the world of anime and manga to the death.

Wait a minute, what dimension is Ultraman?
Seeing that Shang Ai had lost interest in anime, she continued talking about the school festival: "When three people form a band, the arrangement of positions is very important—what are you good at?"

It's a tone that says, 'Do what you're good at, I'm good at everything else.'

“Singing,” said Aoyama Osamu. “I’ve worked part-time at karaoke bars, but since it was in Ikebukuro where there are a lot of Chinese people, most of the songs I know are in Chinese—there’s still a month until the cultural festival, so there’s plenty of time to learn Japanese songs.”

“Sing one line, and see if you can be the lead singer.” Jian Shang Ai gently raised her chin.

"{Swords rise to haunt the world of martial arts, sleeves flutter to veil the bright moon}." This is the most popular Chinese song on TikTok Japan right now, sung by Aoyama Risuke.

"stop."

"Did you sing badly?" Aoyama asked.

Seeing that Shang Ai didn't rush to comment, she said, "Change to another song."

"Life, can you please spare me this once?"

"stop."

Stopped again?

I hadn't even finished writing the '}' character when I was stopped!
"What specific problem?" Aoyama looked at her, puzzled. "It sounds bad?"

“It’s not a matter of whether it sounds good or not, it’s that your aesthetic sense is flawed,” said Jian Shang Ai.

As a lady, isn't she being rather impolite?
"I'm singing the most popular Chinese song in Japan right now!" Aoyama Osamu explained.

"No wonder." Shang Ai looked like she understood.

"What's the matter?"

"Sing a song that isn't popular."

"The song isn't important; the key is whether you can be the lead singer," Aoyama Osamu emphasized.

"In the world of bands, there is a type of performance called 'visual band,' which focuses more on clothing, makeup, and appearance than singing." See above for tips.

"Don't you think you've been very tactful in your wording?"

"Euphemism?" Seeing Shang Ai's doubt, "Isn't it kindness?"

"You sing!"

Seeing the confusion on Shang Ai's face disappear, he laughed happily: "You think I'm a 34? Now, no matter what I sing or how well I sing, you'll give me a rating below A, maybe even an E."

E？

F！

“I’m not you,” Aoyama said irritably. “I’m a true gentleman; even Captain Dragonfly praises my fairness.”

Seeing that he wouldn't be fooled: "Don't form a band anymore, we'll sell CDs, that way we can fix the sound for you."

"Am I really that bad at singing?"

“It’s really funny to deliberately make a cat angry,” Ai said with a smile.

"I'm not angry."

"Really?"

"real."

"You've really started to see yourself as a cat so quickly?" Jian Shang asked in surprise.

"CD, how exactly do we do it?" Aoyama Rido asked. "I don't want it to be too complicated or too professional, otherwise it would lose its meaning. The cultural festival itself is just a student activity."

“Of course it won’t go beyond that.” Jian Shang Ai nodded. “Use your camera to shoot a music video, write, direct, and sing it yourself, with the three of us.”

After saying that, she added, "It would be great if Mizuki could return to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens."

"If the three of us star in this, it's sure to be a huge hit. What's a suitable price for one ticket?"

"If you don't want to hear it, just pretend you didn't hear it. Be as willful as a cat," Jian Shang Ai said with a smile.

"Let's look it up online." Aoyama Risa took out his phone.

Seeing that Ai took out a notebook and then a pencil case—it turns out that even the young lady uses a pencil case (which is to be expected).

"Singles are between 1000 and 2000 yen, and we won't worry about albums or CDs, we'll just sell them for 1000 yen."

He said she remembered.

“Some idol groups’ CDs come with bonus items such as voting tickets and photos. In order to boost sales, we can also give away some things.”

"People who buy CDs can take a photo with you." See Ai for more details.

"What if it's a boy?" Aoyama asked.

"Gender equality, everyone wants to take a photo with you."

"It's supposed to be a three-person idol group, but I'm the only one responsible for taking photos with the group. That's the biggest inequality!" "The cultural festival isn't just for students; there are also people from outside the school. Do you think we'd let strangers get within five meters?" See above for more information.

"If that's the case, why didn't anyone stop me when I first entered Heaven?"

“There were probably ten guns pointed at you back then, but you didn’t know it, and you still don’t,” Ai said nonchalantly.

"Prove it to me."

Jian Shangai pinched her right thumb, middle finger, and ring finger together to make a small hole, which was then aligned with the water glass on the table.

“Knock,” she said.

boom!
The water glass broke.

Aoyama Ri: "."

“This pose seems to be quite famous in your circle, and a significant portion of people treat it as a joke, so it’s very convenient.” Seeing that Ai had stopped, she got up to get a towel.

Just like the command to draw a flying sword is 'I surrender'.

As Aoyama Ryo watched her retreating figure, he felt as if he had entered a new world.

—Your butt is really perky.

She bent down to pick up the towel.

I feel like I have a gun pointed at my head right now.

After seeing that Shang Ai had finished tidying up and hung the towel to dry by the window, she sat down and said with a light laugh, "Are you confused as to why I'm suddenly telling you so much?"

--what?

“Yes.” Aoyama nodded.

“I want you to understand me better.” Ai looked at him and said, “My past experiences, why I am the way I am now, and what kind of environment I live in—I want you to gradually learn about all of these things.”

"I thought you were threatening me," Aoyama Risa said with a smile, changing the subject.

As I said before meeting Shang Ai, if you don't want to hear something, just pretend you don't hear it, be as willful as a cat.

He continued the previous topic, saying, "Regarding the CD, we still need Yaeko Miyase's approval. Once she approves, we need to start making arrangements as soon as possible, such as what songs to sing, what kind of music videos to shoot, and how to produce the CD."

"Leave the negotiations to me." Seeing that Shang Ai nodded, "You just need to take the photos."

It was almost noon when the two concluded this simple yet informative club activity.

Aoyama Osamu reunites with the Ono sisters.

"Shall we go to the bookstore?" Mika Ono suggested.

"Didn't Miyako Yaeko give us twenty copies?" Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

“It’s different,” Ono Mizuki said. “Let’s go, let’s go~”

Today is the release date of "The Girl Who Rules the World".

The three of them rushed to the nearest bookstore.

"I'm sorry, we're sold out." The shop assistant bowed to the three of them. "If you need any, you can make a reservation. We'll contact you if it comes in stock."

"It's alright, no need, thank you."

The next bookstore also sold out.

The third store was sold out.
The fourth store sold out;

The fifth store was out of stock.

"The bookstore clerks must be very curious as to why we're laughing so happily even though we didn't buy any books~" Ono Mizuki's eyes were crescent-shaped the whole time, and she walked with a bouncy gait, shaking her head.

"What should we buy next?" Aoyama Risa asked with a smile. "Let's buy Mika a luxury car first, and urge her to learn to drive quickly?"

"Great idea!" Ono Mizuki agreed.

“No need for a luxury car,” Mika Ono said with a wry smile. “Just buy a family car that’s comfortable for you.”

"It would be nice to meet my senior." Ono Mizuki seemed to be reminiscing about the feeling of sitting on a 62S.

“We can’t buy something that’s too expensive,” Mika Ono rejected.

“If we buy that kind of car, won’t Meihua become our professional driver?” Aoyama Ryo asked, his hands in his pockets.

"Haha, really~" Ono Mizuki giggled.

Just like this, imagining the future together is a very happy thing.

"Mizuki, shall I carry you on my back?" Aoyama Risa asked with a smile.

"No!" Ono Mizuki immediately objected.

"Come on, I won't touch you randomly this time."

"Really?"

"real!"

"Oh well."

"Mika-nee." Aoyama Rika handed the schoolbag to Ono Mika.

Looking at the smile on his face, Ono Mika felt a tickle in her heart.

Aoyama Ryo did nothing to Ono Mizuki.

After all, he can now do many things for Ono Mika and gain Ono Mizuki's trust, making it easier for him to do bad things next time.

"Let's go home~" Ono Mizuki cheered.

Miyako Yaeko was actually waiting for them at her doorstep, and she even brought a cake.

"Whose birthday is it?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

“Yes.” Ono Mizuki was still on his back.

"Celebrating the sales of your new book," Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

"How much?" Aoyama Riya was quite curious.

Ono Mika's wariness of Miyako Yaeko was also suppressed, and she felt that she might really have come to bring good news.

The two sisters also perked up their ears.

Miyako Yaeko didn't try to be mysterious and told them directly: "The first edition of 100 million copies has been completely sold out by noon."

"How much?" Ono Mizuki asked Aoyama Osamu, her tone revealing her astonishment.

"The price is 1728 yen per book. Do the math yourself," Aoyama Risa said with a smile, as if she were showing her her bank account balance and letting her count how many zeros were in it.

Of course, he didn't have any money in the bank, only the cash he had recently earned working in the student council.

"100 million multiplied by 1728"

While Ono Mizuki was still doing mental calculations, Miyako Yaeko said, "Seven billion twenty-eight million."

Before she could catch her breath, Miyako Yaeko said again, "According to the 50/50 split, Aoyama, you earned 864 million today."

Before she could catch her breath, Miyako Yaeko laughed and said, "Of course, this is before tax, and it doesn't include the cost."

"Excuse me, approximately how much tax do I need to pay?" Mika Ono asked with concern.

"Not counting costs, just considering this current sum of money, it's around 4 million."

"Four hundred million!" the three shouted at the same time.

"It's only 864 million in total!" Ono Mizuki said, her heart aching as she tightened her grip on Aoyama Risa's neck.

Half of the money was already gone before it even arrived. Aoyama Ryo could somewhat understand why so many wealthy people evade taxes.

"I'm counting on you to pay the taxes. Make sure you pay the full amount," said Aoyama Risa.

“No problem.” Miyako Yaeko nodded.

I understand, but Qingshan has no intention of doing anything illegal.

"Here you go." Miyako handed the cake to Aoyama Risa. "I won't go in. I have things to do this afternoon. I'll transfer the money to you tomorrow. From now on, the first day of every month will be the remittance day."

"Thank you."

After Miyako left, the three returned home.

Despite the excitement, there was also a deep sense of regret over the lost 4 million in tax revenue—that's just human nature.

Ono Mizuki did the calculations again to confirm the exact amount of money earned from the sale of one million copies of "The Girl Who Rules the World".

She deliberately avoided using a calculator, enjoying the feeling of the enormous number being calculated bit by bit.

"This is only the first day!" She crossed her arms and nodded at the string of zeros.

"How much has 'Detective A' sold so far?" Mika Ono suddenly asked curiously.

"Let me ask." Aoyama Rika contacted Ai.

According to Ai Shuo, the situation overseas is more complicated, and statistics on e-books, adaptation rights, etc. are not timely. Therefore, the only thing that can be confirmed at present is the sales volume of paper books in Japan.

She told him a number.

Aoyama told the Ono sisters this number.

The living room at Ono Aoyama's house was quiet for a good minute or two.

"My money!!!" Ono Mizuki rolled on the ground in agony.

Glug glug, she rolled over to the side of Chief Black Cat.

She grabbed the sheriff's forelimbs and threatened, "Give me back my money! Give me back my money! 88 billion!"

The sheriff stared wide-eyed, looking completely bewildered. He glanced at Aoyama Rin, as if to say: "Take care of your mistress."

(End of this chapter)