Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 311 The problem lies in the girls.
Tuesday, September 6th.

Amakusa Sawa suddenly said that she wanted to retake the beauty pageant photos.

"Reshoot?" Aoyama asked.

“Yes.” Amakusa Sawa nodded. “Everyone says that I look my best when I play tennis, so I would like to trouble Aoyama-kun to film me playing tennis.”

"Don't call it troublesome, this is just my job."

It wasn't after school, but at noon, that Aoyama Risa followed Amakusa Sawa to the tennis club.

On the way there, Aoyama Riki asked Aoi for leave.

[Aoyama Rina: I won't be going at noon, I have something to do. From now on, I'll try to finish all class-related tasks at noon to free up time after school.]

[See Shangai: Understood.]

[See Love Online: Is a Co-op Training Camp Necessary?]

Aoyama ignored her.

Chatting outside of business costs a different price.

Despite the sweltering heat, the tennis club members continued practicing, the tennis balls bouncing on the ground with a resounding thud.

“I really like this voice,” Amakusa Sawa said, slightly smug. “It gives me a sense of reassurance that I’m working hard.”

She turned to look at Aoyama Risa: "Aoyama-kun, do you remember last year's cultural festival?"

"Remember, what happened?"

"When Aoyama was in his first year of high school, the cultural festival activity involved selling ice cream. The girls were in charge of serving the students, while the boys were responsible for carrying bucket after bucket of ice cream from a restaurant with a cold storage."

"When the others got tired, they stopped to rest, but only Aoyama-kun kept going, step by step, one step after another, no matter how slow he was."

"Looking at Aoyama-kun like this, I feel as if I can hear the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground and bouncing up again and again."

“Because besides carrying ice cream, I don’t need to do any other work,” Aoyama Risa laughed. “Just like this photoshoot—can we begin?”

"Wait a minute, let me change my clothes. By the way, can we start with changing clothes? I want to record the whole process and then choose the most attractive one!"

"Start with changing clothes?"

Amakusa Sawa laughed: "Of course it's just an act, like a scene from a movie, giving the impression that it was filmed the whole time."

"That's it."

The two walked into the locker room together.

At this time, there was no one in the locker room.

“I’ll pretend to take off my clothes first,” Amakusa Sawa said.

"If I get arrested, remember to testify for me in court." Aoyama Risa held up his phone.

"Don't worry~" Amakusa Sawa laughed, her voice trembling slightly at the end, perhaps because it was too funny.

She took off her second-grade blue bow, unbuttoned the first button of her shirt, then the second.
“This scene is good,” said Aoyama Risa.

"It's okay, I'm wearing a camisole underneath."

"I know."

"Aoyama-kun, H~"

“Even you said I was being vulgar. If I get arrested, who can prove my innocence? Besides, I wasn’t staring, but you’re sitting in front of me. Even if you didn’t look, you would have seen it.”

“I know very well whether Aoyama-kun is a pervert or not,” Amakusa Sawa said as she continued unbuttoning her clothes.

"Is that so?" Aoyama Risa was also filming.

Is that so?

"You can't be ambiguous!"

Amakusa Sawa has a great figure, with a slender waist and a firm bust; she looks very attractive in a tank top.

That said, can this kind of camera work really be used in a beauty pageant?

The sound of the campus radio could be faintly heard; it was the first episode of a pre-festival program organized by the broadcasting department.

After taking the photos, Aoyama Risa couldn't help but wonder, "Don't you wear safety shorts under your tennis skirt when you play tennis?"

White.

It gently enveloped the girl's delicate buttocks.

Qingshan Ideal voted for her.

另外
—Koito, die!
If Koito could speak, she would definitely shout that she was wronged, but her [Talent: Anomaly in the Second Dimension] didn't even flinch.

The tennis beauty herself is completely the problem!

[Inoue Misato: How is it?]

[Amakusa Sawa: I peeked at her several times!]

[Inoue Misato: I'm going to have some erotic dreams tonight~]

[Amakusa Sawa: Ugh, I can't do that!]

[Inoue Misato: Huh? I meant Aoyama-kun.]

[Inoue Misato: Why are you getting all alluring when I'm looking at you? Sawa-chan, do you have some kind of fetish for this?]

Inoue Misato types incredibly fast; people who slander others always speak very quickly.

During afternoon class, Amakusa Sawa secretly threw small pieces of paper at her.

Inoue Misato then tossed the crumpled paper to Aoyama Osamu.

Startled, Amakusa Sawa immediately turned around and snatched the note from Aoyama Osamu's hand—which he had just caught.

“Amakusa,” the math teacher said calmly.

The whole class looked towards this corner.

Amakusa Sawa slowly turned around, her head bowed in her seat.

"Did Aoyama harass you?" the math teacher asked.

"Teacher, it's me!" the basketball girl said in a cheerful voice full of loyalty. "I dropped my eraser and wanted Amakusa to pick it up for me, but she mistook it for Aoyama touching her!"

"Is that so?" the math teacher asked again.

“I…I don’t know,” Amakusa Sawa said.

“I don’t know either,” said Aoyama Risa.

"I don't want to know anymore," the math teacher said. "You three—"

“Teacher!” Inoue Misato raised her hand, “Actually, I accidentally lost Miyama-san’s (basketball girl) eraser.”

"Tell Mr. Akita that these four students will be in charge of your class's cleaning duties this week," the math teacher said. "Continue—there's more than one way to find the minimum value."

after class.

"I'm sorry, Aoyama-kun!" Inoue Misato said immediately.

“It’s alright,” Aoyama Risa said completely unconcerned. “You guys can take care of the cleaning duties.”

"Haha, Aoyama-kun, don't say things like that. Let's all work hard together!" The basketball girl put her hand on his shoulder.

"One thing at a time, take your hand away!" Amakusa Sawa smiled at the basketball girl.

“Aoyama-kun, let’s go together. I’ll treat you to dinner tonight,” Inoue Misato said.

"No!" Aoyama Rika quickly refused, "I understand, I'll do my duty!"

He had no desire to have any contact with Inoue Misato, including conversations, and preferably none at all.

After school, having finished his chores, Aoyama Ryo went to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens.

I saw that Shang Ai was sleeping on the table.

Her snow-white face was hidden in her black hair.

Her black hair was like the highest-class picture frame; any painting placed inside would naturally become more elegant.

Besides, her face itself is already sophisticated enough.

Even if she had been murdered and turned into a corpse, at this very moment, if Aoyama asked her to treat him to a meal, she would open her eyes and swipe her card for him.

Seeing the sleeping posture of the girl I love is just like seeing a beautiful girl.

Aoyama Ri took out his cell phone.

"Have you developed a habit of secretly taking pictures?" Ai asked, sitting up and covering her mouth as she yawned. "To record the beauty of life." Aoyama Risa also took a picture of her yawning—was this the legendary 'thief never leaves empty-handed'?
"Give me the chance to do evil, and when you get caught, try your best to argue your way out of trouble. Is that what I taught you?" See iAsk.

"Why should I be lectured by you in a motherly tone?"

Seeing that she loved to laugh, she said, "I wouldn't dare call myself a mother, but you can call me 'teacher'."

"Now that we've met Ai-kun, can we get down to business?"

"She wouldn't even call me 'senior'." Seeing Ai shake her head, it seemed that Aoyama Rika was beyond help.

"I know you've had a tough time these past two days."

“I didn’t go to sleep until midnight last night. If word gets out, my reputation as a lady will be questioned.”

You're only sleeping at midnight? How can you sleep so early!

That's a joke.

Aoyama Risa may go to bed late, but that doesn't mean that others who go to bed before 1 or 2 a.m. are lazy.

Let alone midnight, even if I saw that my love was going to sleep at 11, it would still be a bother for her, because she usually goes to sleep at 10:30.

But Aoyama Risa will not praise her or feel apologetic for it.

This is what she was supposed to do.

“I will prove to you then that you didn’t do anything wrong by sleeping at midnight, but were seriously composing music,” said Aoyama Risa.

"You prove it?"

“I can say that I was there the whole time, and I was with Jian Shang Ai the whole time.”

“Then I can only meet my parents,” Jian Shang said with a smile.

"sorry."

Today's debate was once again a defeat for Aoyama Osamu.

After the chat, I saw that Shang Ai had also perked up despite her lack of sleep because she had 'humiliated' someone.

"Here you go." She handed the lyric book with the music composed to Aoyama Rie.

Aoyama Rie glanced at it twice: "What do the tadpoles and numbers on it mean?"

"Hmm?" Shang Ai asked, puzzled.

To accommodate her hearing impairment, Aoyama Risa patiently repeated, "Mr. Kengo, what do the tadpoles and numbers on the screen mean?"

He smiled with satisfaction.

“I’ll sing it once,” she said.

Hey, did you know? A part of a human body might have originated from an ancient tree, a dinosaur, or a historical figure.
{Decomposition, dispersal, and recombination result in a nearly constant total number of atoms on Earth.}
Is it possible for dewdrops evaporated by the sun to reappear the next day?
{Still the same atoms, still the same dewdrop}
Can life be lived again? If you can't even remember which year it snowed, can such a life be lived again?
{The cherry blossoms on a spring night, I want to take a walk with her;}
{I want to say something to her in the classroom;}
{Thinking back carefully, I didn't even know if a rainbow would appear after a summer downpour. Can such a life be lived again?}
{Earth's cycle, lend me a hand!}
Let me run again, in the school of my dreams!
{I open my eyes, and there I am, in front of the blackboard, the short girl who always made me laugh in my youth, is still skipping and jumping around with an eraser in her hand.}
I went up to help her.
Before she could speak, she said 'thank you' first.
"How is it?" See iAsk.

Aoyama Ryo didn't speak, lost in thought.

Seeing the way Shang Ai was scrutinizing him, she asked, "Is it not okay?"

While the music composed by Ai Shimizu is certainly not as good as those classic pieces, it is more than enough to be a song for a high school cultural festival.

Even some popular songs are nothing special.

“The problem isn’t the composition,” Aoyama said. “You sang very well too. If I were just a casual listener, I would want to order it right now, but as expected, the lyrics are still not good enough.”

After he finished speaking, his expression became conflicted again.

"Isn't it good?" See above for more information.

"It doesn't match your voice and arrangement, nor does it fully express my inner thoughts."

What are your true thoughts?

“You said, ‘Happiness is the enemy of creation,’ so I imagined that in my past life I was useless and wasted my youth, but because of an accident, just like the lyrics say, a miracle, no, a divine miracle, ‘the atoms that were previously formed were recombined without any difference,’ and I was born again.”

"'Just like the lyrics say' and 'unable to express what you're thinking' seem to contradict each other?" Jian Shang Ai laughed.

"I wanted to focus more on joy, but the lyrics seem to still mostly express feelings of loss."

"Don't be sad?"

"Don't be sad."

Both of them fell into deep thought.

Miyako Yaeko opened the door and walked in. They heard her, but those who excel in their studies (ignoring Aoyama Risa's 34th place) all have a habit: when they are immersed in something, they don't want to pay much attention to the outside world.

So neither of them reacted to her arrival; they seemed to be asleep.

Miyako Yaeko took out her phone and took a picture of the two of them.

"When did you develop the habit of secretly taking photos?" Aoyama asked.

“You two look very much like a married couple,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

"Being compatible on the surface is the least important thing." Jian Shang Ai also came to her senses.

"Look." Miyako Yaeko showed the two of them her phone screen.

Neither of them looked; one didn't care, and the other didn't want to look.

“You’ve come at the right time,” Aoyama said. “I have some ideas about the lyrics.”

After listening to Aoyama Risa's troubles, Miyako Yaeko also fell into deep thought.

"Let's just rewrite it!" After thinking for a long time, Aoyama Ryo came to a conclusion.

"Then what about all my efforts?" Jian Shang asked him.

Aoyama Risa laughed and saw that Aoi had given him a disapproving look.

“You can leave the second composition to me,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile. “However, I want to hear your thoughts. How do you plan to rewrite it?”

"I don't write these kinds of heavy songs."

"What should I write?" asked Miyako Yaeko.

"How about 'The Little Witch'? {Men in the world are roughly divided into two camps: the leggy camp and the butt-butt camp, but the Little Witch is an exception, she can easily hunt down all men}—like this?"

"I can accept Miyako Yaeko, but you want me, a lady, to sing this kind of song?" Seeing Ai speak slowly and deliberately, he asked Aoyama Rin to confirm.

—That doesn’t seem appropriate.

"Why did I give up?" Miyako asked Aoi.

"I've never seen a high school girl who wants a man more than you."

"That's because you're inexperienced."

"Wait a minute," Aoyama interrupted, deliberately feigning curiosity to hide his concern, "Is Miyayo that kind of person?"

“Yes, but there’s only one man she wants: you,” said Ai.

—Damn it, it's a trap card!

strangeness.

Very strange.

Miyako suddenly said that he and Mikami Ai looked like a married couple, and Mikami Ai then said that all Miyako wanted was him.

“How about this?” Aoyama Ryou hesitated for a moment before changing his mind. “The title will still be ‘Little Witch,’ but instead of writing vulgar lyrics, let’s change it to something a little more liberal. How about that?”

"A slightly overly liberal?" See above for more information.

"Things like 'That man will definitely help me anyway' or 'Doing what I like is more important than the constitution'?"

After saying that, Aoyama Ryou looked at the two little witches: "Don't you think they're a good match for each other?"

"It's one thing to meet someone you love, but do you think it's appropriate to have a young lady from a prominent family in politics and the police force sing lyrics like 'Anyway, that man will help me' and 'More important than the Constitution'?" Miyako asked.

—That doesn't seem appropriate either.

"'Anyway, that man will help me,' is that a phrase that applies to me?" Mikami Ai questioned Miyako Yaeko.

“Aoyama,” Miyako Yaeko questioned Aoyama Risa, “if I and Mikami were in trouble at the same time, who would you help?”

"Who is more suitable for this lyric?" Aya Mikami asked, looking at Osamu Aoyama.

Ok?
Hold on.

Aoyama Ryo started recalling his morning exercise this morning, but even so, he couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

(End of this chapter)