Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 307 The training camp isn't for sleeping! It's for working!

Tickets are nothing!
As long as he keeps quiet, who will know who he voted for?
Aoyama decided to handle the matter this way.

After leaving the student council, Aoyama Risa entered the Athens Philosophy Research Department.

The beautiful girl is reading "Dictionary of Film Art". Her long hair is as black and shiny as black gemstones, and she has an elegant temperament.

"The application for the group training has been approved," he said.

"Go home and get a change of clothes. Training camp starts at 2 PM." Seeing that Shang Ai's gaze hadn't left her book.

"Training camp. In the end, what are we actually doing?"

"You stay in the library until the lyrics are written, and I'll supervise you."

What kind of dormitory is this? Isn't this like being in prison? And there are female prison guards watching over us.

Aoyama Osamu left the Athens Philosophy Research Department again and reunited with the Ono sisters.

To save time and effort, the three planned to go home first to get a change of clothes, and then go to the cafeteria for dinner after returning to school.

"Do we need to bring shampoo and other things?" Mizuki Ono asked.

"The list says it includes daily necessities, but if you're not satisfied, you can bring your own," said Aoyama Rido.

The dormitory notice states that shampoo, shower gel, toothbrush, and other toiletries can be picked up once a day.

It costs money.

Boarding students need to pay, and so do students living together.

There are some situations where this isn't necessary, such as elite clubs.

The Athens Philosophy Research Department, the Sunny Day Band, and the Drama Department are not the top-tier departments.

However, the Athenian Philosophical Research Department does not use it, because it is the 'King's Society' above the elite society.

Hearing what Aoyama Rin said, Ono Mizuki said disdainfully, "Brother, stop arguing."

"Don't talk about anime and manga like you have body odor!"

"Are you bringing things like shampoo, sister?" Ono Mizuki asked.

Mika Ono thought for a moment and said, "Since I've already paid, I won't bring it."

The disposable supplies provided by the school are better than those at home. Although Aoyama Ono's family is wealthy, their consumption level hasn't kept up.

I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up in the short term.

It's not necessary either.

Let's talk about it after university.

You don't need to bring toiletries, so the things you need to bring are simple: underwear, pajamas, sportswear, and school uniform.

This is one of the advantages of living in a dormitory at school; you have to wear a school uniform.

If you're off-campus, the time spent agonizing over what to wear each day can be used to study math a little longer.

Aoyama only brought underwear, socks, a towel, and a set of sportswear.

Back at school, the three of them went to the dormitory area according to the address they had received.

There is only one dormitory building, and it has a full thirty floors!

“It’s a total luxury apartment building!” Ono Mizuki exclaimed, looking up.

Stepping onto the first floor, you'll find a spacious hall with a ceiling height of five or six meters, featuring a coffee area, a waiting area, and a reading area.

The three of them received their room keys and went to their respective floors.

Inside the elevator, Mika Ono said, "No wonder there are disposable items; this is a hotel."

It's more like an apartment than a hotel, with suites containing a master bedroom, a secondary bedroom, a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen.

If you were to sell it, it would truly be a high-end apartment building.

"If we had asked Miyako Yaeko for a floor of this building instead of our current apartment, wouldn't we have saved a lot of commuting time?" Aoyama Risa said.

"I'll go home for lunch," Mizuki Ono imagined that kind of life.

“Once you all graduate, you can still rent it out,” Mika Ono said.

“It should be an entire floor. No!” Aoyama Risa suddenly and decisively rejected his own suggestion.

The Ono sisters looked at him with suspicion.

Just as they were thinking that Aoyama had considered the downsides of wanting an apartment, they heard him say, "That's already our home, we can't look down on it!"

"Luckily, I didn't say it at home," Mizuki Ono added.

"Will you move again in the future?" Mika Ono asked the two of them with a smile.

Aoyama said, "I won't move. I'll just stay somewhere else occasionally."

Ono Mizuki nodded, "Mmm~ Mmm~".

The Ono sisters lived on the 26th floor in a six-person room, while the other four rooms were given to the four-member Sunny Day Band.

Aoyama Rika lived on the 30th floor, which was the top floor.

The top floor is a duplex, occupying the entire 30th floor, and the space is so large that you might think your voice would echo.

Aoyama Risa called Miyako Yaeko.

"You've arranged for me to stay on the top floor?" he asked.

"The hotel that I met with Ai in Kyoto that you stayed at wasn't cheap either."

In China, some private gardens charge admission fees, and if a "Yū" inn operates as a tourist attraction, it can also charge admission fees by advertising itself as a "Japanese inn from the old days".

That was a hotel like that.

“The price isn’t the main point, but no matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem like a place for me to live alone. Didn’t I say that I need a quiet place for work, so it’s best to live alone, even if it’s remote and simple, it doesn’t matter.”

Aoyama Risa doesn't use a systematic approach to writing lyrics, but she does use it for learning and practice.

Just in case, it's definitely better to live alone.

"Don't worry about that. The people living there won't bother you," said Miyako Yaeko.

"why?"

"Between me and Aoi, who do you think would bother you?"

"what?!"

"It's so noisy." The door opened, and Ai Mikami walked in, pulling a suitcase. "It's a public area, so watch your volume. Call back to your room."

She went upstairs—there were two floors.

When they reached the middle of the corridor, she turned back to Aoyama, who was standing there in a daze, and said, "You probably don't have this habit, but I still have to remind you that you are not allowed to wear only underwear in public areas."

She continued walking upstairs and chose a room in the corner.

The doors to the rooms on the second floor can be seen from the first floor.

Standing on the second-floor corridor, you can overlook most of the first floor.

The living room on the first floor and the bedroom doors on the second floor face floor-to-ceiling windows, through which a portion of Tokyo can be seen.

Coming to her senses, she found that Ai was gone, and Miyako had also hung up the phone.

—This is a dormitory, not a hotel, nothing will happen here!
Aoyama Riya chose the corner seat, the furthest from where he would meet Ai.

After putting down his luggage and using the restroom, he returned to the living room on the first floor to examine the place—looking at the kitchen, checking out the refrigerator, and trying out the sofa.

After a while, Aoi Kenshin, who had finished packing her luggage, also came to the living room.

“Let’s go,” she said.

"Where are you going?" Aoyama Risa didn't even turn his head, inspecting the cabinets just like a detective searching a crime scene.

"library."

"library?"

"Where would you like to go for inspiration in this kind of weather?" Jian Shangai asked rhetorically.

"So what's the point of the training camp?" Aoyama closed the cabinet, instinctively wanting to clap his hands, only to find there wasn't a speck of dust.

He still washed his hands.

"It saves commuting time, allows for focused attention, and facilitates timely communication. Once filming begins, the efficiency of the shared accommodation will be at least three times that of the non-shared accommodation."

The two walked out of the room.

"Lock the door," Jian Ai instructed.

Aoyama closed the door and pushed it hard again, confirming that brute force wouldn't work.

The two were waiting for the elevator.

—Why does it feel like we're living together?

"The cohabitation is going very well." After experiencing the feeling of living together, she nodded in agreement.

She was a little shy from being seen coming and going as a couple, and she was afraid of being mistaken for a newlywed wife.

The two arrived at the library under the scorching sun.

"Sit here." Ai found a secluded corner for Aoyama.

"Oh."

"Hand over your phone."

"Ok?"

"Hmm?" Aoyama handed over his phone.

Seeing that Shang Ai had put away her phone, she said, "From now on, until dinner time, you can only go to get books. You must sit here the rest of the time."

A training camp is not like being in jail.

Going to jail isn't that painful—maybe.

"Going to the toilet?" Aoyama asked.

"Try not to."

"Only reading books?"

"Only for writing lyrics." What Ai Kan means is that the purpose of reading must be for writing lyrics, not for passing the time.

This arrangement is tough, but a group training camp definitely requires hard work.

It's often said that you should avoid hardship if you can avoid it, but hardship is also a kind of food in life, and in moderation it can be good for your health.

"And you?" Aoyama Risa couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Sit next to me,” said Jian Shang Ai.

"Is it really necessary? I can supervise myself!"

"I'm not supervising you, I'm preventing other women from hitting on you. Also, if anyone calls you, I'll answer it for you."

"You answer it for me? Won't that cause any misunderstanding?"

"What? You were taking a shower and I accidentally answered the phone for you. Was the person on the phone your wife?"

"Of course not."

"What's there to misunderstand?" Seeing Ai's doubts is another way of expressing frankness.

"Alright alright."

Aoyama Ryo sat down and saw that Aoi had handed him a pen and paper.

"Thank you," he said.

"Don't speak," she whispered.

"."

Aoyama wrote the words "{lyrics}" on a piece of paper.

Also wrote {Cultural Festival} and {Club Activities}.

After thinking for a moment, I continued writing about {motorcycles}, {Kamen Rider}, {transformation!}, {When the school is facing a monster crisis, I transform into a Kamen Rider in front of the whole school and save the beautiful girl who was indifferent to me!}, {The beautiful girl becomes unusually proactive!}
The pen was suddenly taken away.

Aoyama Risa was startled, feeling as if he had been secretly reading a novel in class and the teacher had suddenly snatched the book away.

Seeing that Ai was leaning closer, he wrote on a piece of paper: {The beautiful girl is a monster, I was killed, the end of the book.}
She returned the pen to him.

Is this why you suggested a group camp?
{Can keep looking at me}
While reading, Jian Shangai suddenly raised her left hand and pressed it against her lips.

—Is he suppressing anger? Or is he suppressing laughter?
She picked up the pen again: {Are you writing a song, or am I?} {Too much internal monologue} {Please focus on your work!}
Aoyama Risa wrote: {I wrote lyrics}, {Miss, have you misunderstood something?}.

Seeing Ai grasp the pen, but Aoyama wouldn't let go. Like a student still diligently writing after the exam bell rings, he wrote: {Don't take my pen anymore!}
See above and let go.

Then, she closed the "Dictionary of Film Art" in her hand.

No, no, no, no, no.
boom!
Aoyama Ryo was hit on the head with a "Dictionary of Film Art," the force of which was at least 80.

Seeing this, she took a pen and wrote: {Serious!}
—I retract the foreword; a training camp is necessary.

Even when he's with Ai Mikami, he gets so distracted; if he's with the Ono sisters, he probably won't be able to write anything at all.

As for the possibility that she wouldn't act so recklessly when she's with the Ono sisters, that's simply not the case.

Aoyama Osamu began his formal work on lyrics.

He couldn't say he lacked inspiration, but none of his writings satisfied him.

"If you don't stay overnight, can you write this much in one afternoon?" Ai asked him, holding up her notebook.

"No."

"Are we going to have a group stay next?"

"want."

Seeing the satisfied nod, she seemed like a young mother who had helped her child understand a principle on their own through good educational methods.

In the evening, Aoyama Osamu, the Ono sisters, and the Sunny Day Band ate in the cafeteria, which was crowded with people.

"There are so many people!" Ono Mizuki said, carrying her tray as she walked towards her seat, looking around.

She had an excited look on her face.

This unusual time and scene, so different from usual, amused her.

"Are they all staying together for training?" the drummer asked.

“Some people just go home late,” said Akika Wagatsuma.

Everyone sat down to eat.

While it was still light, several large-billed crows swept across the horizon and landed outside the cafeteria's floor-to-ceiling windows, perching on the power lines and watching their dinner.

"Mizuki, how's the rehearsal going?" Aoyama asked.

"The more we rehearse, the less confident I become."

"You'll get through this difficult time," Bess Sakura comforted her.

"And you?" Mizuki Ono asked in return.

“Becoming number one might be a bit difficult, but we should have a chance in song-related events,” said bassist Sakurako.

"Amazing!"

"Don't listen to her nonsense!" My wife, Akika, quickly said.

Not only them, but everyone around them was talking about the cultural festival.

"Rin, how's the song coming along?" Ono Mika asked, eating cold soba noodles.

“I’ve written a lot, but none of it feels right,” Aoyama Risa said, suddenly looking at F. Rino.

During the training camp, he did receive guidance from teachers in various sports such as wind instruments, track and field, and volleyball, but he didn't receive any guidance on songwriting.

But is it really not true?

"Senior, please give me some experience!" he said.

F. Rino was eating when he startled her.

She covered her mouth, chewing vigorously without making it obvious, while her eyes darted around as if seeking help.

"Rino, teach this kid a lesson." Bess Sakurako's tone made it sound like Aoyama Risa was a sixth-grade boy.

They are mature older sisters who are high school students.

"Ugh!" F. Rino finally swallowed the food in her mouth.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Aoyama-kun, it's not that your writing is bad, it's just that your standards are too high."

"The standards are too high?" Aoyama was puzzled.

"You must have taken those popular songs as a benchmark and wanted to write a song like that."

Qingshan pondered deeply.

It seems true.

F. Rino continued, "Those songs can sometimes make a singer earn hundreds of millions of yen easily. How could such songs be written casually?"

"The self-created works of high school students, no, they have nothing to do with high school students. The works of many singers can only be described as 'self-entertainment' level."

"Even some established singers, if it weren't for their fame, would have some songs that would become extremely obscure and ignored."

"Of course, it's good to have high expectations of yourself, but don't let it cause you to become anxious and stop moving forward."

After saying this, she bowed to Aoyama Rin: "I'm really sorry for saying so many presumptuous things."

"No, no, thank you for saying so much." Aoyama bowed to her.

"No, no, no, I was just talking nonsense. You don't need to be so polite." F. Rino bowed even deeper.

"No no no no--"

"Have you finished eating?" Aoi's voice suddenly appeared.

After an afternoon of "supervision," her image in Aoyama Rin's mind has now successfully caught up with that of the homeroom teacher.

So, I was startled when I suddenly heard her voice.

“No.” Aoyama Risa turned around.

He wasn't the only one looking at her, nor was he the only one at the table; almost everyone who could see her was looking at her.

An absolutely stunningly beautiful girl.

The voices in the cafeteria seemed to have quieted down.

"It starts at seven o'clock tonight. Keep an eye on the time." After saying that, she turned and left, her black hair flowing in the wind.

If Aoyama Osamu is invited back to his alma mater to give a lecture in the future, he will tell the students of that time a principle: Don't live together in dormitories!

A beautiful girl will be eyeing you!

(End of this chapter)