Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 315: Number of repetitions is important.

Eight o'clock.

After changing their clothes, Aoyama Risa, Miyako Yaeko, and Mikami Ai went together to Mikami Ai's class, Class 2 of the second year of high school.

Stepping out of the dormitory building, the sun was high in the sky.

It was already mid-September, yet the scorching sun still reigned supreme, and there wasn't a breath of wind. The leaves of the osmanthus trees in the distance looked as if they had been painted on, completely still.

Jian Shang Ai handed Aoyama a large umbrella.

With a "bang," Aoyama Risa opened the umbrella and held it up himself.

The two young ladies stared at him at the same time.

"You want some too?" Aoyama asked.

Miyako Yaeko moved closer and stood under the umbrella; seeing that Aoi had looked, she also went inside.

"Wait, move away! Please keep your distance! This will cause a scandal!" Aoyama Risa hurriedly said.

He stepped back, preferring to get sunburned himself, just to hold an umbrella for the two young ladies.

Although there were some lackeys, at least the situation of having women on both sides was avoided.

so close!

The three arrived at the teaching building.

"Are you going too?" Aoyama asked Miyako Yaeko.

"Seeing your ex-wife in the corner of the classroom, that's a fun little surprise, isn't it?" Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

—Take a picture of it first, whether you use it or not.

“Great, we can shoot this scene first,” said Ai.

—I knew it.

The three arrived at Class 2-2. There were no students from Class 2 in the classroom; instead, student council members who were acting as extras were standing at the door.

Before Ono Mizuki arrived, Miyako Yaeko took care of a few things.

"Sorry, I changed my clothes, I'm late!" Ono Mizuki was covered in sweat from running.

"No need to rush." ​​Jian Shangai handed over a handkerchief.

"No need, no need," Ono Mizuki waved her hands repeatedly.

"You need to keep your face clean during the shoot," said Ai Mikami.

"Well, thank you." Ono Mizuki took the handkerchief and wiped her face somewhat embarrassedly.

This is a handkerchief, imbued with the sweat of the moon, that I met with my beloved; it is worth a fortune.

Once everyone had arrived, we were ready to start filming.

“Let’s practice a few times to confirm our positions,” said Jian Shangai.

She had plans for not only the two lead actors, Aoyama Osamu and Ono Mizuki, but also for the student council extras, including what they should and should do at what time.

Rather than calling her a director, she's more like a puppeteer.

"Go find her then, and the two of you can talk about 'Detective A'." She was giving the student council instructions.

"Okay." The two student council members nodded.

One of them said, "We really like 'Detective A', so we should be able to act it out well."

Miyako glanced at the two of them.

“Please look at Aoyama Ryo,” Mikami Ai said to her secretary. “There is a camera that will follow your gaze and observe Aoyama Ryo from an outsider’s perspective.”

The secretary adjusted his glasses: "Understood."

Ai glanced at Aoyama Osamu, who was chatting and laughing with Ono Mizuki on the podium.

Wearing a school uniform shirt, he looked fresh and bright, with a friendly yet slightly mischievous smile, writing words that he would erase later.

He wrote the characters high up to tease Ono Mizuki.

"Please wait a moment, everyone." She picked up her camera and pointed it at the two people on the stage.

Ono Mizuki also put up a fight, showing her fist to Aoyama Ritsu, with her thumb still clenched inside, looking as cute as a red bean bun.

After the explanation and several rehearsals, filming officially began.

With a click, the clapperboard, which was bought despite insufficient funds, was put into operation.

From stillness to movement, the student council members staged a scene reminiscent of leaving school.

Ono Mizuki walked to the podium.

Among the crowd, Aoyama Risa was sleeping on the table when he suddenly stirred slightly and slowly raised his head.

I held my breath when I saw her.

The man before me, Aoyama Ryo, was still half-asleep, his bangs slightly disheveled. Despite being asleep, he possessed a certain aesthetic appeal. He looked young, but his eyes seemed to belong to the same Aoyama who was thirty-seven years old that morning.

Even through the camera lens, she felt like she was being electrocuted.

Surrender your body to your senses, and let your senses control your body. At this point, doing whatever you want is something that a person should do, can do, and is capable of doing.

Every glance and every movement of Aoyama Ryo at this moment is that of a thirty-seven-year-old Aoyama.

He quietly observed the scene before him.

He looked down again at his desk, where a second-grade Chinese textbook sat.

A moment later, he stood up, supporting himself on the table.

Aoyama Ryo walked to the podium.

At first, it was as if my leg was injured and needed rehabilitation; as I moved forward, I had to support myself on one desk after another.

Slowly——

The strength in my hands supporting my weight on the desk is getting weaker and weaker;

The contact area between the palm and the desk is getting smaller and smaller.

His whole body felt incredibly light.

The once noisy classroom, for some reason, all turned to look at him, watching him walk step by step toward the podium, watching him grow younger with each passing moment.

As if the podium were on steps, he lightly leaped the last two steps to Ono Mizuki's side.

Ono Mizuki appears in the shot.

She jumped up, and with her right hand holding the blackboard eraser, she left an arc on the blackboard.

She jumped again, leaving another arc in her wake.

Just like car windshield wipers, there's a limit to how high they can reach.

Aoyama Osamu's hand enters the frame; this hand picks up another blackboard eraser.

Ono Mizuki turned her head in confusion to look at Aoyama Osamu.

Aoyama Riya happened to be looking at her.

"Oh," he said with a cheerful smile.

There was no crying, no saying thank you, just a smile and a greeting.

Ono Mitsuki was stunned.

Unlike the script, it stunned her; Aoyama Ryo's radiant smile stunned her; his bright yet inexplicably confident smile stunned her.

As if about to pick up a brush, Aoyama Risa swung his arm and erased the previous writing on the blackboard.

Seeing Shang Ai looking at the camera, the seventeen-year-old boy in the frame smiled and brushed the past aside.

Seeing that it was love, he said, "Click!"

"Brother, you acted so well!" Ono Mizuki immediately exclaimed. "Or did you not know how to cry, so you simply switched to laughing? That's quite clever!"

"You're quite clever too."

"Really? Hehe~" Ono Mizuki laughed as she punched him hard.

Aoyama Ryo raised his hand to wrap it around her, and then squeezed her fist; it was soft and delicate.

"Please come over, lead actor," said Ai.

The two walked over.

In a corner of the classroom, I saw Shang Ai sitting in her seat having a meeting.

“You acted very well, but please respect the script.” She looked at Aoyama Osamu.

“I wrote the script,” said Aoyama Risa.

“I confirm it,” said Ai-kamiya.

“This is my seat,” Aoyama Risa said, pointing to the stool she was sitting on.

"This is my seat." Jian Shangai took a book out of the drawer, opened it casually, and the book was titled 'Jian Shangai'.

How malicious! They deliberately arranged for me to sit in their own seat!
"I'm sorry, once I got into character, I couldn't control myself." Aoyama Ryou lowered his head.

Oh well, I'm used to it anyway.

Seeing that Ai looked at the video on the camera again, she said, "Although it doesn't respect the script, the acting was good. I really want to use this take, but the crying scene still needs to be filmed again."

"Completely understand."

"Take a short break, we'll continue in ten minutes. Aoyama, rewrite the words."

It's not that others can't write, but that Aoyama Risa writes by hand, ensuring that he can stretch his arms freely when erasing.

Even the student council members aren't as tall as him.

Filming went smoothly, but because it went too smoothly, we filmed several more takes of Love on the Road, from various angles and with different storylines, regardless of whether they were in the script.

Anyway, screenwriter Aoyama Osamu didn't feel respected at all.

As an actor as well.

By the time it was over, it was lunchtime.

Because of a reflection meeting, Aoyama Osamu was having lunch with two young ladies at the Athens Philosophy Research Department. The lunchboxes were sponsored by the young ladies and contained seasonal ingredients.

Of course, it could be Tokyo, Hokkaido, or Norway that are in season.

While eating, Shang Ai watched the footage shot that morning.

He nodded as he watched.

"The filming was very good, better than I expected," said Jian Shangai.

"Wasn't it because I acted well?" Aoyama Osamu sat diagonally opposite her. "If you acted well, will you film 'Detective A' next year?"

“Detective A?” Miyako Yaeko laughed. “There are three stage plays and two movies this year.”

She was well aware that all activities, whether in the class or in clubs, required approval from the student council.

"What about 'The Girl Who Rules the World'?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"No."

"No?"

“I rejected them all,” said Yaeko Miyagi. “I will also not allow this novel to be adapted into a movie, TV series, or stage play.”

"Won't I be making a lot less money?"

“Unlike when I meet someone I love, I don’t like other people playing me.”

There's nothing we can do about it.

After all, it's a novel featuring Miyako Yaeko as the main character and is based on her. Without her, there would be no "The Girl Who Rules the World." She doesn't like others playing her, and even though Aoyama Osamu is the author, we should still respect her.

Besides, he's not even the author.

"Have you got any ideas for your next book yet?" It's rare to see Shang Ai not talking about music videos, and there's no sarcastic Aoyama Osamu either.

"Next year," said Aoyama Osamu. "Two books a year, and one book a year after I have 10 billion yen."

"If you only make 10,000 yen a month, when will you reach 10 billion?" See iAsk.

Gentlemen, she implicitly acknowledges that the money she hands over to the family does not belong to him.

Is it possible to marry someone like that?

"Ten thousand yen?" Miyako Yaeko laughed. "Someone like you shouldn't be involved with money. Just satisfy all your needs in life directly."

This one is more ruthless.

Despite her nice words, gentlemen, prisoners do not need to spend money on food, clothing, or lodging during their imprisonment.

It's better to just honestly collect 10,000 yen every month.

"What are we doing this afternoon?" Aoyama asked.

"For scenes of the school after you've started school, such as the library, sports field, swimming pool, and kendo club, you just need to act as if you're going on an autumn outing tomorrow."

—A primary school student? Just because they're going on a field trip tomorrow, they're as excited as if they've been reincarnated?
"Don't worry, Director," Aoyama assured him.

“I won’t go with you guys. I have a mountain of work waiting for me,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"I'll give you a massage when we get home tonight," said Aoyama, knowing she was tired.

Besides, the person giving the massage was Koito, not Aoyama Risa, so it didn't count as "cheating".

After lunch, Miyako went to the student council and saw Aoi and Aoyama Risa setting off with umbrellas, cameras, and water.

"Where to go first?" Aoyama asked.

“It’s lunch break now, everyone’s resting. There’s no one to go to the swimming pool or the kendo club, so let’s go to the library first,” said Ai Mikami.

The two arrived at the library.

Find today's book committee member, the blonde swordswoman.

"Filming?" Tianyu Elsa glanced at the camera, holding a copy of "Earth After the Destruction of the Universe" in her hand.

“Yes.” Jian Shangai was in charge of the negotiations.

"Please feel free to do as you please, as long as you don't take photos secretly or make too much noise."

“It will make a somewhat noisy sound,” Ai Mikami said.

After all, it's inevitable to be a little excited about the autumn outing tomorrow.

“No.” Elsa Tenyu refused.

"In a little while," said Ai.

"No."

Seeing that Aoi gave Aoyama a wink—"You come here."

“Um,” Aoyama tried to negotiate, “I will apologize to everyone.”

"it is good."

Is this good?

"Are you sure it's okay? It will be very loud and disturb everyone." Aoyama Ryou asked to confirm.

“With the teacher away, I have unlimited power in the library, and I can even do things like this.”

Just as Aoyama Risa was wondering what was going on, Amayu Elsa pulled out a potato chip from somewhere and elegantly put it in her mouth.

A fleeting glimpse of a rosy, moist tongue.

"Is it really okay?"

"Hmm, no problem." Elsa Tenyu chewed on a potato chip.

“Thank you,” said Aoyama Riki.

I didn't even offer him a chip; he hasn't had potato chips in ages.

They had obtained permission to film, but they couldn't just film as many times as they wanted. So the two found a corner and whispered to each other as if they were discussing something.

We meticulously planned every detail verbally, ensuring a perfect take during filming.

Before discussing serious matters, Aoyama Osamu had something else to say.

"Don't you despise looks the most? You actually want me to use my good looks to seduce you," he muttered to himself.

He didn't want to owe the pretty girl a favor.

“That is wisdom,” see Ai’s reply.

"sophistry."

"Philosophy = Wisdom + Sophistry".

"Stop insulting philosophy!" Aoyama Ryo's faith in philosophy is now even deeper than that of Mikami Ai.

"Someone who hasn't even read 'Sophie's World' is discussing philosophy with me?" See iAsk above.

To my shame, when 'Sofy' is mentioned, Aoyama Risa can only think of sanitary napkins.

Seemingly having seen through the matter, he smiled disdainfully at Shang Ai's elegant and beautiful face, which was actually quite charming.

While eating potato chips, Elsa Tenyu stared at the two of them and read "Earth After the Destruction of the Universe".

At one point, Aoyama Risa suddenly shouted out loud.

“Nonsense! I know Edison wasn’t a philosopher!” he said.

Although he was angry, you could tell he was enjoying it.

The noise disturbed everyone; some frowned, some smiled, and some remained indifferent.

Some people looked at the book committee member, but unfortunately, they happened to see him put a potato chip in his mouth.

Well, well, after all, it's a school with a deviation score of 78. With such good academic performance, there must be something wrong with it in order to maintain balance.

Everyone continued to bury themselves in their studies.

"What should we do?" Aoyama Rika quietly asked Aoi.

"." Seeing that Shang Ai didn't speak.

"Even with your extraordinary wisdom, there's nothing you can do?" Aoyama Ryou stared at her, not questioning or provoking, but genuinely hoping she could come up with a solution.

"We'll have to come back tomorrow," Jian Shangai pondered.

That part just now wasn't filmed.

It's simply that Aoyama Ryo was excessively humiliated.

"Will it be Elsa Amayu as the library committee member tomorrow?" Aoyama asked.

“As long as she’s a woman, there’s no problem,” said Ai Mikami.

"What if, like you, I'm the type who doesn't care about appearance?"

"Please ask a few more times."

"it works?"

"it works."

"When we meet up with your classmates, could you wear black stockings when we film your scenes?"

She looked at Aoyama Rin.

"Can you?" Aoyama asked.

After thinking for a moment, he changed his tone: "Could you please? I'm begging you~"

Seeing that Ai hadn't answered yet, she couldn't be sure whether Aoyama was testing whether 'asking a few more times would work' or simply wanted her to wear black stockings.

After careful consideration, she nodded: "Okay."

—Isn't that great?

hateful!

I should have asked her to buy me potato chips!

(End of this chapter)