Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 308 Training camp is not a place for lewd jokes!
If they are at home, after dinner, Aoyama Risa will chat with the Ono sisters.

During the training camp, let alone chatting, even going to the toilet required checking the time.

She saw that Shang Ai kept staring at him.

[Mizuki Ono: The drama club is really tough, my legs are shaking.]

[Mika Ono: My voice is almost hoarse too, on the band's side.]

[Aoyama Rika: {Emoji: Crying}]

[Ono Mizuki: {Emoji: Crying}]

[Ono Mika: {Emoji: crying}]

[Ono Mizuki: Brother, how's the lyrics coming along?]

[Aoyama Ryou: I've given up.]

[Ono Mizuki: Hahahahahahahaha]

[Aoyama Rika: Mizuki, you were laughing too loudly, I heard you.]

[Mika Ono: I definitely heard it.]

[Mika Ono: Have you really given up?]

[Qingshan Li: Words connected together form sentences; sentences connected together form paragraphs; paragraphs connected together form an article.]

[Aoyama Rika: Lyrics only need to be lines.]

[Aoyama Rika: But the distance between the sentence and the lyrics is so great that it requires a transfer on Pluto.]

[Mizuki Ono: Isn't the statement, "So far that you need to change trains on Pluto," just perfect?]

[Aoyama Osamu: The original quote is, 'Are you and I far apart? If we change trains on Jupiter, can we arrive?' It's not mine, and I can't guarantee it's from this author.]

[Mika Ono: Want to go for a walk? A little relaxation might help.]

[Aoyama Osamu: Great idea! I've heard that inspiration strikes when you're not doing anything productive!]

[Aoyama Rika: I'll be waiting for you downstairs!]

A gentle night breeze caressed my face as I walked across the school playground.

There were quite a few people on the playground: one man and one woman, several men and several women, one man and several women, and one woman and several men.

Some were taking a walk, while others were sitting on the playground chatting.

"It's still hot, but it's also very comfortable." Mizuki Ono stretched her body contentedly.

"The air conditioner's airflow—"

Ono Mika hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Which tow truck is this?!"

"Sass!!"

Two boys rushed up from behind and disappeared ahead in a Naruto-style dash.

"What are you doing?" Ono Mika asked after a moment of surprise.

"You're planning to put on a Naruto stage play at the cultural festival?" Aoyama Risa wasn't surprised at all.

Because, in the center of the playground, a group of teenagers were inexplicably practicing "driving test part three".

It is common knowledge that real monsters, magical girls, and aliens are mixed in with cultural festivals.

“This is my sister’s last cultural festival.” Ono Mizuki suddenly felt reluctant to part with her.

"I'm really looking forward to it," Mika Ono said quietly.

After saying that, she smiled at the two of them and said, "I'll invite you to the university's cultural festival later."

"Sis, you can repeat a grade?" Aoyama Rika asked.

"What?" Ono Mika looked at him with amusement.

"Mizuki, you also want the three of you to go to university together, right?" Aoyama encouraged.

"Of course I want to, but if you two both have to repeat a year, I'll be too ashamed," Ono Mizuki said seriously.

"Do you look down on us? Hmm?" Aoyama pinched her cheek.

The adorable girl that everyone wanted to cuddle was thus won over by him.

"Hmm—" Ono Mizuki huffed, pushing his hand away. "I've already washed my face!"

“Shall we have a running race? The loser has to kiss the other person,” said Aoyama Risa.

“Okay!” Ono Mizuki immediately agreed.

"Mizuki, did you hear me clearly?!" Ono Mika said with amusement.

"Listen carefully, as long as I don't run last or first, isn't that fine?" Ono Mizuki chuckled.

“Okay, let’s begin~” said Aoyama Rido.

"I disagree!"

"Two votes to one, rebuttal invalid. This is the starting line, that's the finish line. Three—"

"and many more!"

Ono Mizuki assumed a sprinting stance: "Two—"

"I haven't agreed yet!"

"one!"

Whether they agreed or disagreed, everyone ran out.

Aoyama Risa's speed is still 'B', but it's no longer the beginner's 'B'. When competing against the Ono sisters, they can't even make him '↑'.

"Kiss me when we get home tomorrow night," Aoyama Risa said.

"I want to see~ I want to see~" Ono Mizuki clapped her hands with a smile.

"Everyone says I didn't agree!" Ono Mika blushed, probably because of running.

"No cheating allowed!" Ono Mizuki struck a pose as the older sister, walking backwards while facing Aoyama Risa and Ono Mika.

"Be careful." Aoyama Ryo put his hands in his pockets.

"Huh~huh~" Ono Mizuki hummed.

That's enough. Sometimes reminiscing about the past, sometimes enjoying the present, sometimes looking forward to or worrying about the future—these are the three of them in their daily lives.

After finishing her walk, Aoyama escorted the two sisters back to their room and then went to the 30th floor alone.

I feel very relaxed and want to write something.

—It can work!
—Not doing serious work, but it turns out that serious work is very important!

Upon entering the room, I saw that Kami and Miyase Yaeko were both in the living room.

Seeing that Ai had already taken a shower, she was wearing a pale yellow, almost white long-sleeved and long-legged pajama set. For some reason, the soft pajama set gave one the feeling of being able to see skin directly.

Especially around the hips, the pajamas fit snugly, making the area feel full and soft.

Miyako Yaeko was still wearing a shirt and school skirt, and her beautiful face showed signs of fatigue.

No, when a beautiful woman is tired, it's not that she's exhausted, but rather that she's languid.

"Where are you going in the middle of the night? Do you know this is a training camp?" Jian Shangai asked him, crossing her legs and crossing her arms.

"walk."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Not even a walk?"

"The main point is that they didn't report it to me."

"I'll tell you next time," Aoyama Ryou casually promised. "Goodnight, you two."

He went upstairs.

I didn't dare to stay with the two of them late at night.

"Are you scared?" came the voice of Miyako Yaeko.

“He’s always been a coward,” said Ai-chan with a smile.

"Hey," Aoyama Risa said to the two of them, standing in the middle of the stairs, "Isn't someone who is interested but can resist temptation even more impressive than someone who isn't?"

"What are you interested in?" Miyako asked with a smile.

Aoyama Rin didn't bother to talk to them anymore; they were all vixens.

"Don't go up yet. Since all three of us are here, let's discuss the lyrics you wrote this afternoon," said Jian Shang Ai.

"tomorrow."

“I have things to do tomorrow,” Miyako Yaeko said. “I have some work to do now for the upcoming filming.”

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you have to wait until I went upstairs before calling me down?"

“You’re too fast,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"It's good to have you here. There are some things I can't say." Mikami Ai said to Miyako Yaeko with great appreciation.

They're making dirty jokes, aren't they?

Forget it, even if I ask, they'll just argue back, and the final result might be that "Aoyama Rin's thoughts are too vulgar."

Aoyama Risa went downstairs and sat down on a single sofa.

Seeing that Ai had taken out a lyric book, one for each person, the contents were very neat, not Aoyama Ri's doodles from that afternoon, she had tidied it up.

Miyako Yaeko rubbed her shoulders as she watched.

The two, who seemed to be doing nothing at first, were also going about their work.

"What is this?" Miyako Yaeko saw the first few lines.

"Didn't you delete it?" Aoyama asked Aoi. The top few lines of the lyric book were their 'conversation'.

"Didn't you say it wasn't nonsense, but that you were writing lyrics?" Jian Shang Ai retorted. "Yes, these are lyrics too."

The two glanced at him as Aoyama Risa intently read the words on the lyric book—it couldn't be called 'lyrics' yet.

After reading it, he put down the lyric book and put his hands behind his head.

"I can't do it, I really can't."

The two stunningly beautiful girls simultaneously thought of how they had just told him he was 'too fast'.

But I can't ask.

Whoever asks, is making a dirty joke.

"I had actually been looking forward to it," Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

"I told you long ago, you can't judge a man by his looks." Jian Shang Ai smiled as well.

“I’m already very strong.” Aoyama Risa spread his hands, very exaggeratedly, like an actor. “Even the Sunny Day Band said I’m good.”

“It’s just the beginning, so of course they’ll comfort you. But if this continues, they’ll start to dislike you sooner or later,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Just because I'm not good at that?" Aoyama Risa patted the lyric book.

"It's very serious." Jian Shangai reread the lyric booklet, as if it were some kind of medical report.

Aoyama still had the strength to refute.

But at this moment he realized that this was not a fight, and he had no chance of winning against two opponents.

"I'll try again," he said casually, ending the conversation.

Before the two young ladies could even show their triumphant smiles, he added, "By the way, I've never stayed out all night with someone, but generally speaking, shouldn't men and women be separated?"

"Those who are preparing to write lyrics and shoot music videos should avoid using the word 'average'." (See above for criticism.)

—The Sophist's Daughter Sees Love!

“He’s definitely giving you a nickname in his mind right now,” Miyako Yaeko said to Mikami Ai.

"Things like 'witch' and 'sophistry' are pretty much useless, not even original," said Jian Shang Ai indifferently.

It's like a dozen people walking into her vault and taking whatever they want; how much can a dozen people take?

Aoyama changed the subject again.

He himself was also interested in the topic, so he felt that changing the subject this time was not an act of avoidance.

"Gong Shi, do you have this?" He pinched his right thumb, middle finger, and ring finger together.

If you see someone pinching this mark and say "Knock," a bullet will be fired.

He currently lacks sufficient chakra (and financial resources) to master this ninjutsu.

"What?" Miyako asked, puzzled.

It doesn't look like acting.

She doesn't know what '扣' means?
Aoyama Rika looked at Mikami Ai, who was writing and drawing in a lyric book.

"Hmm?" Seeing that Ai looked up.

She freed one hand, pinched her thumb, middle finger, and ring finger together, and said to Aoyama Rina, "Like this?"

Put the gun down!
“That’s all I know.” Miyako Yaeko mimicked Spider-Man shooting out webs.

Aoyama suspected that this was also a gun.

"It's getting late, you should get some rest." Aoyama Risa fled in panic.

“Even in my dreams, I remember to write lyrics.” Aoi’s voice came from behind me.

There's a reason why the supplier only cares about money; they're too good at exploiting people.

After taking a shower and reading for a while, Aoyama Ryo suddenly felt thirsty and went downstairs to get a bottle of water.

The light on the first floor was dimly lit.

Miyako Yaeko happened to be drinking water in front of the refrigerator.

She had changed into pajamas, a blue T-shirt with a skirt-like hem, and white shorts with lace trim.

Her legs were long and slender, her black hair was pulled back, revealing her thin back and snow-white nape.

She moved aside.

Aoyama stepped forward and took a bottle of water.

"Good night." He closed the refrigerator.

"Goodnight." Miyako Yaeko rubbed the back of her neck.

Aoyama Risa didn't leave. He stood there for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "Would you like me to give you a massage?"

Miyako looked at him: "You can?"

"There has to be somewhere, right?" Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

"Even the most skilled hands are just an appetizer."

"That's absolutely a dirty joke!"

"Being smart is what really matters."

"You, lie down on the sofa." Aoyama Risa unscrewed the bottle cap, took two sips of water, and said, "Two hours, and I'll show you whether your hands are just an appetizer or not."

Two hours later, Miyako Yaeko fell asleep without even having a chance to take a bath.

Aoyama Ryouko left the scene to Ayumi, but it's already midnight, and the lady is probably already asleep.

A: Give her a blanket and let her sleep on the sofa;

B: Carry her back to her room;

—Choose A!

Sleeping on the sofa in the summer is fine.

A: Go back to your room and get your blanket;
B: Go to her room and get the blanket;
There is only one blanket in each room. If you choose option A, you will give it to Miyako Yaeko, but you will not have a blanket yourself.

As a Chinese person, not covering your belly button with a blanket—especially in summer—is no different from forgetting to turn off the gas stove before leaving the house.

Option B: Since we've already gone to her room, let's just carry her back.

Aoyama Risa picked up Miyako Yaeko and held her in his arms in a princess carry.

Be as careful as possible with your movements.

Be careful not to wake her;
Be careful not to touch her directly with your palm; only touch her with your wrist.

Halfway down the stairs, Aoyama Risa saw a smile on Miyako Yaeko's lips.

--woke up?
—Or was it a good dream?
Miyako's room was located between his and Mikami Ai's, and he gently placed her on the bed.

A beautiful girl in pajamas lies on the bed, her allure almost as strong as that of a Transformer.

Aoyama covered her with a blanket.

Just as I was about to close the door, I heard a soft "Goodnight" murmured in my sleep.

Aoyama Ryo did not respond, and closed the door as before when the thief left.

“Not only when you enter the door, but even when you leave, you look like a criminal.”

Aoyama Risa was so startled that he trembled.

I saw Ai standing in the corridor.

"I didn't do anything!" he quickly said.

"Touching girls late at night".

"That was a massage! Did you see it?"

“Take the unconscious girl back to her room,” Aoi said again.

"I haven't even been in my room for half a minute!"

Who can prove it?

"you saw it!"

“I won’t vouch for you,” Jian Shang Ai said with a smile.

“If I had known you weren’t asleep, I would have left her with you,” Aoyama Rie said.

"A sentence suddenly came to mind when I was trying to sleep, and I wanted to tell you about it, so that you can think about it when you're sleeping too."

—Let me go, and let yourself go too. At least get a good night's sleep!
"What did you say?" he asked.

"Happiness is the greatest enemy of creativity. Good night."

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"Happiness is the greatest enemy of creativity."

Lying in bed, Aoyama felt that this statement was inaccurate.

Misfortune can inspire human potential, but that doesn't mean happiness is wrong.

However, let's assume this statement is correct and consider it further.

I have no house, no motorcycle, no savings, no network, no friends, and no good looks.
Aoyama Risa stripped away his own things, one by one.

—Without a strong body, without the grades to get into a national university, there would be no Ono sisters.

—I have nothing.

Having nothing, he gets a chance to shoot a music video, and he can only make a profit if he sells 10,000 copies.

More importantly, I hope to gain a foothold in the world and survive as a singer and music video director in the future.

What kind of song should he write at this time?

Aoyama envisioned his part-time job life.
I think I've got an idea.

(End of this chapter)