Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 314 Don't confuse the actor with the person.

September 10th, Saturday.

At 4:30, Aoyama Risa met Tenyu Elsa while jogging.

Upon seeing Aoyama Ryo, she naturally came to his side.

She has a slender yet strong body, captivating blonde hair, and an air of aristocracy that she exudes effortlessly, radiating youthful vitality.

She is definitely a strong contender for the title of the most beautiful and enlightened girl.

“Tenyu-kun, if we run together like this, people will misunderstand,” Aoyama Rika said.

"Caring about what others think will make you weak, Aoyama-kun. You must overcome this weakness," Elsa Amayu retorted, trying to educate him.

That makes sense.

Aoyama Osamu is a man who is going to marry two wives. If he doesn't have the ability to 'ignore the opinions of others', how can he give the Ono sisters confidence and thus enable the three of them to be happy?
“You’re right.” He nodded.

“I can practice with you,” Elsa Tenyu said.

That's not right.

It is common knowledge that if someone has a lover but still seeks out other women for "practice," the end result will be their head being chopped off.

Aoyama Risa didn't say anything.

Saying anything is useless, especially to Elsa Tenyu; she knows exactly what to do.

After running for half an hour, I saw Shang Ai arrive at the playground.

At five o'clock, I photographed the dewdrops, also on the playground.

"I'm done. Goodbye." He waved to Tianyu Elsa and jogged towards Jian Shang Ai.

Tianyu Elsa glanced at him and continued running; she still had half an hour to go.

"Never give up until you achieve your goal"—that was her motto.

"Good morning," Aoyama Risa greeted Mikami Ai.

"Good morning." Seeing Ai nod, I quickly got into work mode. "I need to film the whole process of the dew being evaporated by the sun."

Aoyama Riki imagined that scene.

"It feels a bit tacky," he said.

It has a music video feel reminiscent of the era of "Please stop being obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."

"Whether it's dew or tears, we can't be sure until it's edited."

"Tears?" Aoyama was puzzled.

"Life starts over. You lie on the playground, crying tears of joy—you'll cry for a bit later."

—You think this is a urine test? It can come out in a flash, and those are a man's tears!

“Okay, Director,” Aoyama said. “You’ll film it regardless of whether it’s used or not, just like you do in exams, right? You’ll memorize it regardless of whether it’s on the test or not?”

"You study only for exams?" Jian Ai glanced at him.

—You're so aloof.

“I’ll change it,” Aoyama Risa said.

Seeing that Shang Ai had taken out a water bottle, she said, "Give me your hand."

I poured some out as if I were washing his hands.

"Sprinkle it anywhere, but don't sprinkle it too far." She tightened the bottle cap.

Aoyama Risa poked her in the face.

Seeing that Ai had her eyes closed for two seconds, she opened them and looked at him.

“You...you told me to spill it however I wanted,” Aoyama said.

“Life can’t be relived,” Ai said coldly. “You’ll jump off the school rooftop later.”

vicious!

But that was all; he said that, and that was the end of it—the incident of splashing water on her face was over.

Seeing that Shang Ai was very kind, she did not 'knock' on Qingshan Li.

Because he had done something wrong, Aoyama Risa worked hard and without complaint while filming.

To what extent... well, even if a urine test were required, he would cooperate.

An hour later, the two returned to their dormitory, where the next scene was 'having a bland breakfast with his ex-wife'.

The photos were taken right in the dormitory. Anyone would think that the 30th floor was a high-end apartment building, and it would be perfectly reasonable for a couple with a decent family background to live here.

Miyako Yaeko sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, reading a script.

"Put on your makeup first." Jian Shangai came downstairs, carrying a bag.

"Makeup?" Aoyama asked.

"Did you look like a high school student when you got divorced? Your personality was pretty much the same as it is now, which is already a headache."

"I can look like this even in middle age, is that not allowed?"

"Do you want your wife to stay seventeen forever?" (See above for more information.)

Aoyama Ryo felt no pressure.

“What she means,” Yaeko Miyase, the chief translator of Miyase Love, laughed, “is that you don’t want to see what your wife looks like at twenty, thirty, and thirty-five?”

Married women, young married women, mature women?
miss you.

“What I mean is,” said Aoi Kinami, who felt the translation was inadequate, and personally clarified, “if you were twenty years old and went out with your wife, you would be mistaken for a father and daughter. Do you want to live that kind of life?”

"Am I going to marry Ai Haibara?"

"That's why you ranked 34th. You can't read the questions—you're too old."

Miyako Yaeko smiled happily.

Aoyama asked her, "Is this the kind of life you used to live?"

“Yes,” Miyako Yaeko laughed. “I thought I had gotten rid of her, but I didn’t expect her to come back after being fired by Kamikawa. Luckily, you were here.”

“Okay.” Aoyama Risa raised her hand, signaling both of them to be quiet. “I’m getting into the mood for divorce.”

The two girls laughed.

The atmosphere that had finally started to resemble a divorce was completely destroyed.

"Go change your clothes," Ai said to Yaeko Miyase as she opened her bag. "Imitate Aunt Kujo's style."

"Isn't Aoyama Rin only destined for death?" Miyako asked in a tone that seemed to say, 'Are you sure?'

Aoyama looked at the two of them, his eyes both saying, "Hmm?"

“That’s true.” Seeing Ai nod earnestly, “Change it to look like your mother.”

"I will tell my mother." Miyako Yaeko got up and went upstairs.

Upon seeing this, Ai asked Aoyama Risa to sit down.

"'Aunt Kujo'?" Aoyama asked curiously.

Ai said, "Don't even mention divorce. Aunt Kujo's husband was almost beaten to death for kissing her."

"Who did you kiss?" Aoyama Risa was bewildered.

Did she say something wrong? Did he mishear her? Or were neither of them wrong?
If neither of them is at fault, then the world is at fault.

"Sit down." Seeing that Shang Ai had laid out her makeup tools on the table one by one, as if preparing to paint, with various paints, plates, and brushes.

"You really know how to do makeup?" Aoyama Risa found it amusing.

“I’ve been learning ever since I decided to shoot the music video. I should have paid for the lessons, but if I’m going to be so concerned about that, then it goes beyond entertainment and becomes a hardship,” Ai explained.

“That makes sense,” Aoyama Risa chuckled. “I’m starting to look forward to it. Student Number One’s learning ability should be enough to show me his magical makeup skills, right? Are you confident you can make me look like a middle-aged man?”

"It's simple, just go bald," Jian Shang Ai said casually.

"Stop looking down on middle-aged people! And you actually think I'll go bald?!"

Seeing that Shang Ai smiled, she said, "It doesn't seem like it."

"Then you still-"

"This is now, but before the age of 30, your appearance is given by your parents; after the age of 30, your appearance is given by yourself. If you stay up late every day and have two wives, the probability of going bald is very high."

real or fake?

That sounds perfectly reasonable!
Aoyama Ryo felt his scalp start to itch.

—Take a little more sleep from now on.

Seeing Ai begin to do Aoyama Ri's makeup, the two faces were very close.

"What is this?" asked Aoyama Rika.

"Eyebrow pencil." Aoi's breath brushed against Aoyama Risa's face, even gentler than an eyebrow pencil.

The two were that close.

"I'll probably make you look thirty-seven." The eyebrow pencil in her hand was handled carefully, and her tone softened. Aoyama Risa felt less like she was getting makeup done and more like she was enjoying a massage, a feeling of complete relaxation washing over her.

Is this part of the reason why women like to wear makeup?
"How long will it take?" Aoyama asked.

"The first time might take a little longer, but you don't need to do your hair, it'll take about half an hour." Jian Shang Ai gently pushed his face with her fingers, adjusting the angle to make him cooperate.

This was the first time she had touched his face with her hand.

half an hour.

It's too short.

It would take one or two hours to satisfy Aoyama Risa.

Seeing my beloved makeup is just so comfortable.

With nowhere to look, after a while, he stared at what he liked.

Even at close range, her face was flawless, pure white, elegant, and her hair was long, beautiful, and glossy black.

"I'll get you a mirror." Jian Shangai took a mirror out of her bag and placed it on the table.

Aoyama Ryo had no reason to stare at her, so he could only look in the mirror.

"How did you draw when you were learning?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"Don't worry, they're all girls."

"Why should I be at ease?"

Seeing that Ai didn't answer him, it seemed they had reached a crucial point. She focused intently on sketching Aoyama Risa's eyes.

Aoyama glanced at her subconsciously.

She looked into his eyes.

Aoyama Risa looked away and stared at the mirror.

A faint smile appeared on Shang Ai's lips.

After laughing, she continued applying makeup, which made it seem less like work and more like playing a game of "aging in the green hills".

“I’ve got an idea,” said Aoyama Osamu.

Seeing that Shang Ai didn't speak, she just softly said "Hmm?" in a kind and gentle tone.

"Looking in the mirror at dawn, I worry about my changing hair; reciting poems at night, I feel the cold moonlight."

"You think I don't understand Chinese poetry?"

"Damn it, it's so hard to communicate with students who get good grades."

"Don't make me laugh!" Seeing that Shang Ai had paused her writing, she said, "Be careful, I might draw it in your eyes!"

“It’s already in my sights,” Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

After he said that, neither of them spoke.

Seeing that Shang Ai had a faint smile, she continued to do his makeup.

Aoyama Rinzo was caught in a dilemma, wondering whether to add, "What you mean in my eyes is that you're too close to me and are blocking my view."

"Director?" At that moment, Miyako Yaeko's charming and languid voice came from upstairs.

Seeing that Shang Ai looked up, she said, "No."

Aoyama Riya also wanted to see, but seeing that Shang Ai's gaze had moved away but the brush hadn't, he knew that if he moved, the brush would be about to brush onto his eyeballs.

I heard the sound of a door closing upstairs.

"She wore that dress especially for you." Seeing that Ai was still putting on makeup, her warm breath blew on his face.

"Wear it for me?"

"Black stockings."

"Who wears black stockings when they're getting a divorce? Director, you should have her change."

——How hateful!

Since we can see black stockings, it means that Yaeko Miyase is wearing a skirt. And since he's on the first floor, looking up from below, he might be able to get a ton of material!
"Eye contact." (See the reminder from the user.)

At this moment, Aoyama Ryo's eyes were saying, "You owe me!"

To make him let go of this matter, you must wear black stockings when you see him.

"Director?" Miyako Yaeko changed into another set of clothes.

“That’s fine,” said Ai.

A moment later, accompanied by the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, Miyako Yaeko sat opposite Aoyama Risa.

Wearing a well-fitting and elegant little black dress, accompanied by a cold yet melancholic expression, she resembled a beautiful young noblewoman who was not living a very happy life.

Aoyama Ryo has never been married and doesn't understand the psychology of a 'husband,' but if he were to marry a wife like that and the relationship didn't go well, he wouldn't be willing to divorce her.

I've always heard that some girls claim, "Seeing his face makes me stop being angry," but as a man, I don't really agree with that.

I believe it today.

Between husband and wife, right and wrong, winning and losing are minor matters; lasting happiness is the most important thing.

Having a conflict? Let's torment each other until we're old and gray!
—No, no, with this mindset, how can we get a divorce! We must get a divorce today!
Half an hour later, I saw Ai finish doing Aoyama Ri's makeup.

"I don't look thirty-seven, I'm at most twenty-seven," said Aoyama Risa in his self-assessment.

"Your face is too stubborn. Change your clothes." Jian Shang Ai put down her paintbrush and picked up her camera.

"clothing?"

"I've already sent you your room."

"My room?"

“I personally escorted them in; no one else went in.”

—In my room, what's the difference between you and everyone else!
"That's good." Aoyama Rika breathed a sigh of relief and got up to go upstairs.

Actually, there wasn't much in his room. After all, it was a dormitory, so how many personal belongings could he put there?

Upon entering, one is greeted by mature-style suits.

Aoyama Ryo changed his clothes.

Going down the stairs felt different—even though the school uniforms at Kaiming School were Western-style.

"How is it?" He came into the living room, hands in his pockets.

Seeing that Ai glanced at him, picked up her camera, took a picture, and asked in a casual tone, "Does it fit?"

"It fits perfectly." Aoyama Risa looked at Miyako Yaeko. "How is it?"

"Why did you get a divorce?" Miyako asked, looking him up and down with a puzzled expression. "Someone like you would be worth making into a specimen even after you die."

“I feel the same way,” Aoyama Osamu said to her with a smile.

"Alright, let's hurry, there's only half an hour left," said Aoi.

The two sat down at the dining table, where there was a simple meal. Although it was presented in a refined manner, it looked unappetizing.

Two large bowls of vegetables, along with some shrimp, fish, and eggs.

Aoyama Risa and Miyayo Yaeko don't need to talk; they can just eat their own breakfasts.

When I saw that I was in love, I was busy finding various angles to photograph the two of us.

Yaeko Miyagi wore a well-fitting black mini-skirt, exuding elegance and feminine charm, perfectly blending the loyalty and sexiness of a married woman.

At thirty-seven, Aoyama Ryo has lost the clear-headedness and exuberance of his seventeen-year-old self, but now appears more refined and handsome, with a mature and dignified demeanor.

These two, so well-matched, sat facing each other in silence.

The breakfast on the table was healthy but bland; it didn't look like someone enjoying a meal, but rather like someone eating just to survive.

ten minutes later.

"Not bad." Seeing Ai nod in satisfaction, "I feel like one take is enough, but just in case, let's film it again tomorrow."

"You still want to eat this kind of thing?" Aoyama Risa picked up his knife and fork, the fork covered with a pile of hay.

"Don't you like it?" Miyako Yaeko took a sip of juice and continued eating her vegetable salad.

"Eating this kind of thing every day will really cause you to go bald in middle age!"

"Her words make it seem like it might actually be true." This appears to be the first time that Ai Mikami has agreed with Osamu Aoyama's point of view.

“My point is ‘this stuff tastes bad,’ not ‘baldness’!” said Aoyama Rido.

"I think the main reason for your baldness is that you have two wives," said Jian Shangai.

"Wait a minute." Miyako Yaeko's gaze swept over, her hands gripping her knife and fork. "Two wives? Aoyama Osamu, besides me, who else is there!"

“Xiao Ai.” Aoyama Risa let her explain herself.

Seeing that Ai picked up her camera and pointed the lens at the two of them, she said, "Take a picture of this too, maybe we can use it in the short film next year."

As expected, Xiao Ai (Xiao Ai) has never been very reliable.

(End of this chapter)