Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 313 Aoyama Osamu consistently adhered to his principles of manhood.
The two remained motionless.

Mizuki Ono imagines her usual experience of erasing the blackboard.

Of course, some boys would offer to help, and whenever that happened, she would laugh and say, "You look down on me, huh?"

Anyone could tell it was half-joking, half-serious.

Most boys would take the initiative to back down.

If someone is unwilling to leave, Ono Mizuki will give them a cold look and stand there silently staring at them.

It's hard to tell whether she doesn't tolerate being looked down upon for her height, or whether she simply dislikes the person who made the comparison.

However, when her brother came to help her, Ono Mizuki's body and mind were filled with something, but instead of feeling heavy, she felt as if she was about to leave the ground.

"Begin." Jian Ai was very close, but her voice sounded very distant.

Ono Mizuki turned around, looking as if she was about to say 'thank you'.

The next moment, her whole body went numb.

It felt like being struck by an electric current, or like being suddenly pulled off the covers in the cold winter.

He shivered all over.

Aoyama Rin's eyes, which were always as clear as a sunny sky, were slightly moist as he smiled at her.

"..." His lips moved, and tears streamed down his face.

He was saying thank you.

He was saying thank you for meeting her.

Ono Mizuki's throat went dry, and then her eyes began to sting as she thought of the hardships the three of them had endured, and what if fate had played a cruel trick on them, forcibly separating them when they were children.
Just as she was about to cry—

"Excellent!" Jian Shangai couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Mizuki Ono finally came to her senses and looked at Osamu Aoyama with disbelief.

"Brother, you're such a good actor!" she exclaimed.

"This doesn't sound like a good thing," Aoyama Ryou said, feigning frustration as he wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.

"How could that be! You're so amazing! Teach me!" She grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"It's very simple: surrender your body and let your emotions take control."

"Okay, and then what?"

"And then?" Aoyama Risa was confused.

At that moment, the system he had buried flickered.

【Acting B】

Because it was developed independently, there was no reward.

Since it's currently the training camp period, not rewarding yourself might actually be a good thing.

He didn't want to get the socks the pretty girl wore that day, and then have to go to her room to get them himself, while the pretty girl remained silent and took photos as evidence.

"Even he himself doesn't know why. It seems that Aoyama-kun is a natural actor," Mikami Ai said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Some of it isn't entirely nonsense.

Perhaps just like "Kendo B," "Acting B" is also something Aoyama is good at.

Aoyama Ryo discovered another use for the [System]: detecting talent.

Unfortunately, he can only test himself; otherwise, he could open a special training class, which would not only make money but also cultivate talent for society.

In particular, it helps people find what they are truly good at. Generally speaking, things you are good at are not too unpleasant.

It's good if a few more people can live a little easier.

But this is ultimately just a fantasy.

The rehearsal continues.

Aoyama Ryo found his footing and discovered that as long as a persona was prepared in advance, he could easily get into character and achieve 'management'.

Of course, this 'persona' must be deeply ingrained in his mind.

The "I" in "Can Life Be Started Again (tentative title)" is partly himself, so it was easy to act.

He even tried playing a 'short girl,' and the effect sent chills down the spines of the three beautiful girls.

A boy who was tall even among boys, seemed to have the soul of a little girl inside him.

"Actually, you're a girl?" See above for more information.

Normally, if she asked that question, it would most likely be a provocation, but now, there's a 50% chance she was genuinely impressed by Aoyama Osamu's acting skills.

“Don’t underestimate a sister complex,” Aoyama Osamu replied.

"Ugh~~~" Ono Mizuki felt a chill.

“You’re a brother complex yourself,” Aoyama Risa said to her.

"Who's a brother complex person?!"

"Isn't I your favorite person of the opposite sex?"

"That's because there's no one I like more right now! Meeting my senior, does that mean I'm a brother complex?!" Ono Mizuki asked.

I see love but don't speak.

Ono Mizuki: "Huh? I'm a brother complex?"

After rehearsing for more than an hour, Aoyama Risa escorted Ono Mizuki home.

"I didn't expect you to be such a good actor," Ono Mizuki said, unconvinced.

“I was shocked too.” Aoyama Risa herself hadn’t expected it. “I can write books, cook, do kendo, and act. What am I supposed to do with myself?”

Ono Mizuki knew what to do.

"Pah!" she spat.

Although it was a bit perverse, that's what Aoyama Rima really thought at the time: it would be a waste to let them float in the air, but if he ate them, then Mizuki and Mika would both be eaten by him.

Hmm, it's a bit disgusting.

But the idea did flash through his mind.

Thoughts are uncontrollable, so here's the test I mentioned before: Don't think about breasts.

After sending Ono Mizuki back, Aoyama Osamu returned to the thirtieth floor.

I saw that Ai and Yaeko were still in the living room reading the script.

"If I had known you were such a good actor, you should have acted in short dramas or stage plays," said Jian Shang Ai.

"The condition for shooting a music video is that it sells 10,000 copies. What are the conditions for acting in short dramas and stage plays?" Aoyama asked Miyako Yaeko.

"Let's talk about it next year," said Miyako Yaeko.

"Let me check tomorrow's schedule." Ai looked at the sheet music filled with notes.

She said, "It's Aoyama Riki."

Photographing dewdrops at 5 a.m.;
At 7:00 AM, filming the middle-aged version of Aoyama Osamu and his ex-wife Miyase Yaeko having breakfast;

At 8 o'clock, we'll start filming Meiyue's scenes, and we'll try to finish filming by noon.

"This is the schedule for the morning. We'll have a reflection meeting at noon to see what's lacking and what needs to be adjusted. After the meeting, we'll decide what to do in the afternoon," said Jian Shangai.

"Can I leave at eight o'clock?" Miyako Yaeko confirmed.

"Ah."

"You didn't get a satisfactory shot within an hour?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"We'll shoot for another hour on Sunday," said Jian Shang Ai.

No need to ask, if we don't get satisfactory shots by Sunday, we'll continue shooting next week.

"Any more questions?" Jian Shang asked the two.

"Nothing for now," Aoyama replied uncertainly, his mind racing as he considered what other questions might arise.

"In that case, get some rest and recharge your energy." After saying that, he saw Shang Ai pack her things and go straight upstairs.

Only Aoyama Risa and Miyako Yaeko remained in the living room.

“She’s someone who can strictly follow a schedule,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

"Impressive." Aoyama Ryo admired.

While it may not yet be considered a perfect unity of knowledge and action, it is still an unattainable state for ordinary people.

In fact, the methods for becoming excellent were already written in the first-grade curriculum.

That's right, it's the course schedule.

Planning your life, creating a schedule, and strictly following the schedule—like going to school—may not lead to a great life, but at least it will be an excellent one.

But it's too difficult.

There are many ways to become excellent, not just through a 'timetable'. Everyone knows at least ten ways, but knowing is easy, doing is hard.

Even Aoyama Ryo couldn't do it himself; he used to rely on family ties and poverty, but now he can only rely on the system. He wants to learn from Mikami Ai.

"I'm going to rest too." He stood up.

“You’ll just be reading in your room anyway,” Miyako Yaeko called out to him. “Keep me company while we play a game.”

This is also important business, so Aoyama Ryo sat back down.

“The first thing to make clear,” Aoyama Osamu explained to the stunningly beautiful young woman, “is that I was incapable of maintaining this marriage, that I messed everything up, not that my ‘ex-wife’ was at fault.”

"You cheated on me?" Miyako asked.

"Impossible!" Aoyama immediately rejected the idea. "It's a matter of ability, not a problem in principle."

"Abilities?" Miyako Yaeko's gaze shifted downwards from Aoyama Risa.

“It’s not that!” Aoyama was convinced by this lecherous woman—although infidelity and ability are indeed important, “it’s about personality, how she handles things, and so on.”

"for example?"

"For example, you work very hard and hope that I will work just as hard, but I think my current income is already pretty good."

“This ‘example’ is quite realistic.” Miyako Yaeko began to think about the problem.

"For example, when we go out to eat, you expect me to dress formally every time, but I only dress formally on the most formal occasions and prefer to dress casually at other times."

This is also a question that Miyako Yaeko should consider.

"And so, one problem after another, some negotiable and some argumentative, piled up and eventually turned into an 'ex-wife'."

"Will it?" asked Miyako Yaeko.

"Don't you?" Aoyama Ryo asked in return.

"No," Miyako Yaeko gave a clear answer. "I may not be able to accommodate you, but I love you and I will not divorce you."

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“You haven’t cheated on me, and you’re capable.” She glanced at him. “There’s one question: Do you love me?”

"In the music video, there is love," said Aoyama Osamu. "What I want to salvage is the past, including the relationship between the two of us."

“If you love each other deeply, how could you separate? The ex-wife in the MV didn’t love you enough,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Wait a minute, the song 'Can Life Be Started Again' isn't about that; it's about my inability to control my life—understand?"

“You can do that in music videos,” said Yaeko Miyase. “In reality, don’t shoulder all the responsibility yourself. You have to trust the people who love you. The foundation of life is exchange, even between husband and wife. I hate one-sided giving.”

“Although our theories are different, I think it will be very pleasant to be with you.” Aoyama Ryo reached out his hand.

“I feel the same way, Riko.” Miyako Yaeko grasped his hand.

"X-Xiao Lizi?"

“My great-grandmother taught me this~” Miyako Yaeko suddenly mischievously closed her right eye, “If you suddenly call important people by their nicknames or pet names, even if those important people are angry, they will still pay attention to you and realize your existence; many more people will find it both funny and ridiculous, and think you are interesting.”

"I'm not a big shot."

"A great writer."

"I'm not," Aoyama Riyo denied emphatically, while withdrawing his hand.

Miyako Yaeko's hands are like pens in a boring meeting; you could play with them for ages and never get tired of them.

“Being a great writer is nothing special, but you are Riko. Even if you only wrote one essay, I will look at you with admiration,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

“You’re my ex-wife, we shouldn’t be in this kind of atmosphere, right?” Aoyama Rika said.

"I almost forgot, we're divorced—let's remarry."

"It's not that simple!"

"It's okay not to work hard."

That's not the problem!

"As long as it's the most formal occasion, like meeting my family, getting married, or my child's school entrance ceremony, I can wear formal attire."

"Let's remarry!"—I almost blurted it out in the heat of the moment.

“Let’s rehearse.” Aoyama Osamu picked up the script.

Miyako smiled and picked up the script as well.

"Huh?" she suddenly asked, puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Aoyama Risa looked up and found that Miyako Yaeko was already in front of him.

She raised her hand and picked up a long strand of hair from his shoulder.

She held a strand of her long hair in her hand and presented it to him.

"You didn't cheat?" she asked, her hair fluttering slightly.

“I swear,” Aoyama said, her hair fluttering again.

The two were so close that their breaths could stir their hair.

Perhaps, when Aoyama Risa spoke, the air he breathed contained the very breath that Miyako Yaeko had just exhaled.

"Give you another chance."

"No."

"Get a divorce."

"Get a divorce now! That's absurd! No, that's not what my script is about." Aoyama Ryou looked down at the script.

"I've got a fun idea."

"Sister, we're rehearsing our lines."

“You asked me, ‘Did you cheat on me?’” Miyako Yaeko said.

"Do not ask."

Miyako Yaeko moved even closer, almost pouncing on him.

"Have you been cheating on me?" Aoyama Ryo asked quickly, his tone devoid of any doubt.

"Why do you ask that?" Miyako turned her head, smiling as she looked directly at him. "Do you still care about me?"

"Oh~" Aoyama Risa exclaimed with admiration, "Is this the little witch's cunning?"

“My great-grandmother taught me,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

No wonder she's someone who could be forced into becoming a young mistress—but that's a statement that can't be said directly.

Furthermore, they were too close; the distance between their lips was only about the width of a bottle of water.

Once they get to that distance, the man wants to kiss her.

This is nature, just like roosters crowing, hens laying eggs, dinosaurs going extinct, and the sun exploding sooner or later.

Although it's incomprehensible, especially for women, that's the reality.

Aoyama Ryo closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Although her eyes were closed, one could sense from her breath and voice that Miyako Yaeko had shortened the distance between them again.

— Push her away, what are you waiting for!
—Since we've already kissed, what's the harm in kissing again!
Do nothing, just wait for her to kiss you. That way you can kiss her without having to take responsibility!
Before he could make a decision.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Miyako Yaeko pressed her forehead against his.

Aoyama Ryo opened his eyes and gently pushed her away.

"That's enough for today. Get some rest and prepare for tomorrow." Aoyama Risa turned over, looking slightly disheveled, and stood up only after turning her back to her.

Behind me came the mocking voice of Yaeko Miyayo.

This is proof of health and vitality!

"Don't stay out too late." Her caring tone still carried a smile.

Just an ex-wife!

"Even if you have someone you like, you can still be attracted to other women," she added.

Rebuttal!

There must be zero tolerance for bullying!

Aoyama Risa, who had reached the middle of the stairs, stopped and looked at Miyako Yaeko in the living room.

She lay lazily on the sofa, as if she had been hastily pushed down by Aoyama Riki, looking incredibly alluring.

“Let me tell you!” Aoyama Risa said, “It’s nothing for a man to resist the temptation of women’s clothing; the real skill is to not be blinded by stockings!”

Miyako thought for a moment before she understood his meaning from the words 'women's clothing' and 'stockings'.

"Are you saying that being able to resist temptation when it comes, rather than being immune to it, is more like a man?" she asked.

"That's right!"

Miyako Yaeko smiled contentedly, having just finished teasing Aoyama Risa, and murmured to herself with a smug satisfaction, "So cute~"

Aoyama was filled with shame and indignation.

If he were in this mood back then, he might have kissed her to death!
(End of this chapter)