Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 306 Who are they messing with!
"See you, Minister. As you always know, I have great respect for the Athenian Philosophical Research Department."

“You only respect the ‘Athenian Philosophy Research Department’.” See Ai reading each word separately.

Any seven characters will do, even if it's just "training the green hills into dogs".

“When I say this name, I feel the same respect that Vladimir Nabokov has for ‘Lolita’.”

“Vladimir Nabokov is the author of Lolita. The one who likes ‘Lolita’ is the male protagonist of Lolita, Humbert, and that feeling is not respect, but obscenity.”

"In short, even though I respect the Athens Philosophy Research Department so much, I still have my doubts when I hear you say that the society is about to hold a training camp."

Does studying philosophy also require a retreat?
"Can you guarantee you'll have the lyrics written by Monday?" See above for iAsk.

"Not necessarily." Because Aoyama Ryo doesn't plan to use the system.

If we could use the system, we could simply ask Him to write a poem.

This is not a gift written for Ai Mikami, nor is it a novel published anonymously; it is a cultural festival whose creator is known to everyone.

He didn't want to attract attention.

Speaking of this, he recalled how he was getting more and more handsome every day. Painful!

"Are you confident you can sell 10,000 copies?" This question deepened his anguish.

".No."

"Can a training camp help you focus on writing lyrics, improve the quality of your music videos, and boost sales?"

".able."

"So why not stay overnight together?" See above for more questions.

“I can leave early and return late,” he said.

What should I do if I get into a car accident on my commute?

"."

Is this a curse on him, or a sign of concern for him?
“Of course, I still stay at home from Monday to Friday, and stay with my partner on Saturday and Sunday,” Ai said.

There seemed to be no reason to refuse.

"Where will we stay during the training camp?" Aoyama Ryou temporarily stopped objecting and began to inquire about the detailed arrangements.

“Of course, it’s the school dormitory,” said Ai.

As a well-funded private high school, Kaimei High School recruits students not only from all of Japan, but from all over the world, and of course it has its own student dormitories.

The school beauty from Chiba is currently living in the dormitory.

"I'll go back and discuss it," he said.

The matter was approved.

the reason is simple.

“The drama club is also planning a training camp!” Mizuki Ono said.

“Akika also mentioned this, but the training camp will be held at our house,” Ono Mika said.

"Then why don't we just stay at school together?" Aoyama suggested.

“Okay, I want to sleep in the same room as my sister. It’s been so long since we’ve slept together~” Ono Mizuki hugged Ono Mika’s arm.

All three of them became somewhat excited.

Staying up for a cultural festival is a symbol of youth.

That evening, after everyone returned to their rooms, Aoyama Risa contacted Miyako Yaeko.

“There must be a lot of people applying for dormitories,” he said.

"Hmm." Her voice was lazy and listless, like a wife who had just taken a shower and was lying in bed, playing on her phone while listening to her husband talk about his company gossip.

"So I'd like to ask for your help in arranging for Mika and Mizuki to live together," Aoyama said.

"exchange."

Isn't it supposed to be 'mutual consent'?

“Okay.” Miyako’s voice was tinged with laughter.

"Fine, let's trade."

Her "mutual consent" is essentially an exchange, not a true "mutual consent."

"What do you want?" Aoyama asked.

"Too much."

“Choose one,” he said, then added, “It must be equivalent.”

"For you, living together with Mika and Mitsuki must be very expensive?"

“You’ve been smiling like my family’s sheriff ever since just now.”

"Of course a cat that has caught a mouse will laugh." Miyako Yaeko was still laughing.

“Go ahead and say it,” Aoyama Riya said with a smile.

Why are you laughing too?

"It reminds me of 'Tom and Jerry'."

“I’ve got an idea,” Yaeko Miyase said. “Take me to Tokyo Tower again on your motorcycle tonight.”

"No."

"no?"

“It’s too dangerous to carry passengers on a motorcycle. I’d rather have an accident myself, since it’s my own choice to ride it, but I don’t want others to get hurt as well,” Aoyama explained.

"Do you really think so, or do you just not want to give me a ride?" Miyako asked.

"I'm not lying to you," Aoyama Rishin said.

"Then I'll think of another request."

"it is good."

The two fell silent, enjoying the pleasant time soaking in the hot spring. Aoyama Risa flipped through the poetry collection in his hands, seemingly looking at it but not really.

"Take half a day off from the cultural festival to accompany me on a stroll and patrol," said Yaeko Miyayo.

“If it’s half a day, it’s five thousand yen,” Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

"The royalties have already arrived, so why are you still living such a miserable life?"

Aoyama suddenly wanted to see her attitude towards the idea of ​​'men owning their own money'.

So he said, "That money belongs to the family, but the five thousand yen is mine. They're different."

"What do you need money for?" Miyako asked, puzzled.

Even more ruthless than seeing love!

When she saw Ai, she thought 10,000 yen was too much, while Miyako Yaeko simply felt that her husband didn't need money.

Thankfully, thankfully, Aoyama Risa wasn't with them.

Mika Ono gives him 10,000 yen every month—after the first royalty payment for "The Girl Who Rules the World" arrived, his allowance increased from 5,000 yen to 10,000 yen!

"It's free, I was just kidding. You want to spend half a day with me at the cultural festival? No problem," said Aoyama Risa.

"Also, are you going to treat me to something to eat, and come with me to test food safety?"

"I have no money."

"Didn't you just make a fortune off me recently?"

"You're even going to steal high school students' secret stashes of money?"

"Besides food safety, we also need to check whether there are any safety hazards in some entertainment facilities. Bring more money." Miyako Yaeko's tone was calm, as if she were in a student council meeting.

"How should we divide the money from CD sales?" Aoyama suddenly began to care about this question.

"Aoyama!" Miyako Yaeko suddenly called his name with a smile.

It wasn't like she, a second-year high school student, calling out to Aoyama Rin, who was also a second-year high school student; it was more like she, a thirty-year-old woman still like a young girl, laughing and scolding Aoyama Rin, who was thirty and still not serious, in a bar.

With this call, the depth of their friendship seemed to be measured.

"Miyako, after doing part-time jobs for so many years, I've come to understand one thing," Aoyama Rika said earnestly.

"Is money indispensable?"

“The hourly wage must be clearly stated from the beginning,” said Aoyama Rido.

"It took you so many years to understand this principle, yet you still make so much money writing novels. I really don't know if your brain is just pretty or if it's actually useful."

"It will probably take many years to see the results."

“It’s okay if it doesn’t work well,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"As long as it looks good?"

"It has nothing to do with whether it looks good or not. A brain that doesn't work well can be likable, while a brain that is too good can be annoying."

"Is it like saying 'It's better to have a beautiful mistress, but a more ordinary wife'?"

“But your wife must be very beautiful, and you’re very smart,” said Yaeko Miyagi.

"Oh? How exactly is it good?" Aoyama Ryou hadn't heard her praise him much before.

"She can write poetry," she said teasingly, as if she had been waiting for this. Wasn't this made by Koito?
Whatever.

A mobile phone is the second brain of a human being. By the same token, Koito is also his brain, so it is logically correct to say that his brain is good.

Aoyama Risa didn't want to prove herself by showing off her skills without a system.

Without a system, he could only work part-time and get into a decent national university.

With decent luck—not too bad, but not too good—you can earn around ten million a year by age thirty, become an executive director by age forty-five, and fall in love with golf by age fifty.

"Is writing poems for someone you love useful in an annoying way?" he asked.

"Some of them are okay, but some are just awful. The stench of boys' obsession with pretty girls is almost seeping into their handwriting."

It must be one of Koito's songs.

Koito is Koito, and Aoyama is Aoyama. What He wrote is what He wrote, not what he wrote.

"Are you writing love poems?" Miyako Yaeko commented again.

"No way!" Aoyama Ryo denied.

"It's more frightening to not have it."

Now that things have come to this, Aoyama Ryou no longer wants to deny his feelings for Mikami Ai.

"There's nothing I can do about liking someone," he admitted frankly. "Who doesn't like beautiful girls? I like you too."

“I will record every phone call we have.”

—Are you a yandere?

"Let's get back to the issue of food and facility safety at the cultural festival. I can sponsor it," said Aoyama Osamu.

"Good brother~"

Aoyama Rika sighed, "Why would a young lady like you be eyeing my allowance?"

"You're a super bestselling author, how come you're reluctant to spend some pocket money on girls?" Miyako Yaeko retorted.

"I understand."

"Ok?"

"You just want to play with me."

She smiled and said, "I want to play with you."

“I have a secret to share with you,” said Aoyama Rido.

"Oh?"

"Good night."

"Ok?"

"I'm leaving the matter of Meihua and Meiyue living together to you."

"What's the secret?"

"Goodbye."

"green--"

Aoyama hung up the phone.

Miyako Yaeko is most likely acting; she doesn't have that much curiosity and isn't interested in such petty tricks.

They are definitely playing around.

But whether she was playing with Aoyama Risa or toying with her, only she herself knows.

After putting down her phone, Aoyama Rin began studying complex prime numbers in mathematics.

In Japan, mathematics is a key subject for getting into a good national university, and complex prime numbers are one of the key subjects in mathematics.

On September 3rd, the first Saturday of the new semester, Kaiming High School held half-day classes.

I took exams all morning.

Classes officially started on September 1st, and today is September 3rd. In total, it's been two and a half days, and at least one and a half of that time has been spent writing test papers.

This is a prestigious private school with a deviation score of 78.

Club activities are almost the only time to relax, so everyone cares a lot about their club and doesn't want to be merged or even abolished.

Before school ended, Akita Shio arrived at the classroom.

“Starting next week, classes every Saturday will be cancelled until the cultural festival ends.”

Before the crowd could cheer, she continued, "Please inform your parents and tutors about the course cancellation and make the necessary arrangements."

"Ah—" A wail.

Akita Shio smiled and said, "Also, I see that our class's cultural festival activities haven't been decided yet."
"Students, there's no need to come up with a brilliant idea. Instead of spending time thinking, it's better to prepare thoroughly for a decent solution."

"Everyone, please vote now to decide on the items for the cultural festival."

"Monitor."

Two class leaders, one male and one female, walked onto the podium and began to preside over the meeting.

"Feel free to share any ideas you have," the male squad leader said.

Each person says one, and two people write one on the blackboard. In the blink of an eye, there are already eight.

These include: a stage play, a photography exhibition of the entire Class 4 of Grade 11, a hot dance, a riddle game, a male waiter café, a maid café, a milk tea shop, and an open-minded beauty and handsome man election.

"Anything else?" the female class monitor asked to confirm.

Of course there are.

But either they thought they wouldn't be selected, or they found it too troublesome, so they didn't say anything.

"Let's start voting," the male class monitor said. "Remember, each person only has one vote, so please choose your favorite item carefully."

"First, there's the stage play. Students who support this activity, please raise your hands." After saying this, the female class monitor looked around the entire class.

There are a total of 30 students in Class 4 of Grade 2.

The contest that received the most votes was: the contest for open-minded beauties and handsome men.

"Will this event be approved?" Aoyama Ryo couldn't help but ask.

"Aoyama, I heard you have a good relationship with the student council president?" Kobayashi Shiki said with a sly smile.

Aoyama Ri: "."

That's precisely why I didn't want to hold this event.

Whether it's between Mikami Ai and Miyako Yaeko, or between Ono Mika and Ono Mizuki, it's a battleground.

Who should he vote for?
"Then I'll trouble you, Aoyama-kun. Please submit the 'Activity Application Form' to the student council. Remember to plead for them!" the female class monitor said, clasping her hands together in supplication.

"Please!" the male class monitor said.

The "enlightened beauty and handsome man" election was proposed by these two bastards!
This isn't a competition for beautiful women and handsome men; it's a fight to the death for Aoyama Risa.

“Since the decision has been made, let’s dismiss school. Everyone, please be careful on your way home. The latest time to leave school is 9 p.m., and the study rooms will also close at 9 p.m.,” said Akita Shio.

After school, the atmosphere in the classroom became lively.

"Aoyama, if the event really goes through, you'll definitely be the most handsome guy in the open-minded category!" Kobayashi Shiki teased.

“I will vote too, Aoyama,” Jun Aizawa nodded.

"What about the 'beauty group'? Who will you vote for?" Inoue Misato, sitting on Amakusa Sae's lap, asked curiously.

Shiki Kobayashi: "Me"

He glanced at Inoue Misato.

"Don't vote for me!" Inoue Misato quickly said, "If I get a vote in the beauty pageant that Sawa and the others are participating in, what's the difference between me and that member of parliament who recently got a vote? It's too embarrassing!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're beautiful too, Misato!" Amakusa Sawa said, dissatisfied.

Jun Aizawa seemed to be deep in thought. He had originally planned to vote for Kana Higashiura, but what if Kana Higashiura only got one vote? Wouldn't that be embarrassing for her?
But it doesn't seem right to not vote for her and give the vote to someone else.

Jun Aizawa and Shiki Kobayashi belatedly realized: Which beast suggested this activity?
It wasn't as fun as I imagined!

Especially for people like them.

After leaving the classroom, the two secretly suggested to Aoyama Osamu that they try to get the student council to cancel the event.

Do they even need to say it?
"That's quite interesting. Approved." Miyako Yaeko smiled and stamped the document.

No---!!!
"By the way, I've also passed the training camp thing. You should start writing lyrics now," she instructed.

lyrics?

Why bother with something that has a deadline of two weeks later (actually the day after tomorrow)?
All Aoyama Ryo wants to do right now is sell the tickets he has. Otherwise, what's the difference between him and someone walking past a gas station with a lighter in hand?
However, he also asks himself if he would vote for [the country] if he were to actually vote.
"Who will you vote for?" Miyako asked.

Okay, he doesn't need to ask himself anymore; someone else will ask for him.

“It’s either Mika-nee or Mizuki.” That was Aoyama Ryou’s answer.

"So who is it?" Miyako asked with a smile.

"Aren't you busy? I see the student council's files are almost overflowing."

"I am looking forward."

(End of this chapter)