Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 316 Two People Who Achieved Nothing
The two left the library empty-handed.

“If Miyase Yaeko asks, ‘What about the library scene?’ and you answer ‘No, we didn’t film it,’ and she asks, ‘Then what were you doing?’ you say, ‘We were discussing whether or not to wear black stockings when filming.’”

“You begged me,” said Jian Shangai. “And I think the theme of this music video is to fulfill the male protagonist’s wish, so that the world is the way he wants it to be.”

“There are a few moves I want you to do then,” Aoyama Risa said, suddenly realizing something.

"Okay." Seeing that Shang Ai wasn't afraid at all, just like a six-year-old girl isn't afraid of her own dog, which is as big as a pig.

"Oh, right," she remembered something, "I don't have any black stockings, go buy some."

"what?"

"You will also cover the expenses."

"What?"

"I want something expensive, but not something that tears easily."

This person definitely doesn't understand stockings; the fact that they tear easily is one of their charms.

Of course, this is not the point now.

“How could someone like me, who lives on pocket money from home, possibly buy expensive things?” Aoyama asked.

Seeing that she looked at him, she said, "You can't even afford stockings, what kind of man are you?"

Judging from her tone, someone who didn't know better would think she was talking about family planning products or baby formula.

“Then I don’t want stockings!” said Aoyama Risa.

"No."

"I can't even refuse?"

“No,” said Aoi. “Shoot one set of shots with stockings, and another set of shots without stockings.”

"...I've become a sponsor?" Aoyama asked.

In the red brick arched corridor, seeing Ai stop, Aoyama Rito took a step forward and looked back at her.

"Sponsors." See above, Ai muttering to herself.

"Ok?"

Jian Shang Ai realized that with her current filming style, she might need a lot of props, and props meant money.

“We can get sponsorships,” she said. “My perception was limited by my identity. I used to always be doing sponsorships and forgot that I could also get sponsorships.”

Ryo Aoyama wanted this kind of cognitive limitation.

That way, he can become a man who can afford stockings and won't be looked down upon by women because of it.

—I feel like my dreams are getting smaller and smaller.

"Who do you think could sponsor us?" See above for more information.

“You know more about this than I do.” Aoyama Ryo sat down on a bench in the corridor. It was hot, but better than standing in the heat.

He leaned the umbrella against the wall, turned on the camera—he carried the heavy object, of course—and enjoyed the video inside.

"From what I know, those people's sponsorships were all motivated by the expectation that I would provide them with even greater sponsorships in the future," said Ai Kan.

"Do you think I know anyone who can sponsor us?" Aoyama asked rhetorically.

I saw Shang Ai pacing back and forth in the corridor, lost in thought.

Aoyama Ryo raised his camera and pointed it at her.

Her legs are really beautiful. They look thin, but they are actually very well-proportioned and have a nice plumpness.

The length is astonishing; the camera slowly pulls down, taking a long time to reach the ankles from the waist.

Even when magnified, there are no flaws.

Like a lotus flower, like white jade.

"Your sister?!" Jian Ai suddenly turned around.

The skirt swayed slightly, revealing a little more skin. It wasn't much, but even just a little bit of skin peeking out from under the skirt made one feel happy.

“My sister would rather keep the money in the bank without interest than invest it,” said Aoyama Risa.

She looked at him with affection.

"The camera is high-definition." Aoyama Riku was completely unaware.

The camera continued to pan upwards, revealing a slender waist and a chest that, while not small to begin with, appeared fuller due to the unconscious gesture of crossing her arms as she pondered.

"The footage is truly beautiful," exclaimed Aoyama Osamu.

The camera pans upwards, and Mikami Ai, who was initially thought to be deep in thought, is now looking directly at the camera.

"Tsk tsk, you can see even the individual strands of hair clearly." Aoyama Risa remained unmoved.

He put down the camera, ended the recording, and chose not to save.
The camera was taken away by Jian Shang.

"that--"

"It's really high definition." Jian Shang Ai nodded.

"I--"

"Oh." Seeing Ai feign a look of realization, "So this is where it's beautiful. Hmm? Don't you like legs and hips? Why are you starting to focus on breasts now?"

“It’s no use trying to extort me. I only have money to buy you stockings,” Aoyama said.

"Write a short story."

"Short story?"

“Many magazines have invited you to write articles, which I previously turned down on your behalf, but now, to raise funds for a fresh start in life, I can consider it,” said Ai Jianshang.

"Don't you think this is cheating too?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"I don't think so." Jian Shangai wasn't embarrassed at all.

"Furthermore, not handing over the money you make to Sister Meihua is a major issue of principle."

"Why don't we just not tell her?"

“That’s a matter of life and death!” Aoyama Ritsu refused to accept it.

Seeing this, he smiled and said, "You do have your merits."

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up her camera and admired the screen: "Wow, such high definition! The photos are so beautiful—legs, the hem of the skirt, the waist, the chest!"

"What exactly do you want me to do?" Aoyama asked.

Also, there's no 'under the skirt'!
"How much money do you have on you?" See above for more information.

"You expect me to sponsor you?" Aoyama Risa laughed at himself.

“You must have earned some money helping out in the student council.”

terrible.

Someone who firmly establishes himself on the side of sponsorship in his values ​​actually remembers the little money he earned.

"To tell you the truth, I plan to save 200,000 yen and then secretly give it to Mizuki—Mizuki's dream is to have 200,000 yen in secret savings." Aoyama Risa put his right leg on his left leg.

Her legs were so long that I couldn't help but glance at her.

"Why two hundred thousand?" she asked curiously. "What can you do with that much money?"

Look, people who thought 10,000 yen was a lot now think that 200,000 yen can't do anything.

“I’m not sure either, but I guess with 200,000 yen, we can start over,” Aoyama said.

"Start over? Start over what?"

"With this 200,000 yen, I can survive if I can find a job within a month, cover rent, living expenses for the first month, and transportation costs to and from work."

“I’ll pay the 200,000 for you,” Jian Shang Ai said immediately.

“If I accept other people’s kindness without asking, it would go against Mizuki’s original intention of wanting 200,000 yen.” Aoyama Risa smiled.

After a moment's hesitation, Shang Ai said, "I still suggest you give me the money."

"Even after all this, you still won't let me go?" Aoyama Ryou asked incredulously.

In his memory, although Jian Shangai was sharp-tongued and sometimes didn't care about other people's opinions, she was kind-hearted.

This is beyond his comprehension.

“As long as the CD sells 10,000 copies, Mizuki, who starred in it, will definitely get a share of the profits—you and I are different, but even you don’t earn as much as she did on her own, which is 200,000.” (See Ai’s explanation.)

"How can you guarantee that you can sell 10,000 copies?" Aoyama asked.

According to the terms of the agreement with Miyako Yaeko, if the number of copies sold does not reach 10,000, not only will the Athens Philosophy Research Club be changed to 'student council subordinate club evaluation and examination - prohibited from researching the Athens Philosophy Club,' but even the money earned during the event will belong to the student council.

“I’ve already told you, ‘beg a few more times.’” Jian Shang Ai looked at him.

Why should I have to sell my body again?

"I mean, I want you to ask Miyako Yaeko for help. It's easy for you. Give her a massage tonight, and when she's feeling comfortable, bring it up. She might just agree."

I feel like I've seen this familiar technique somewhere before.

Ai continued, "I will also work hard to improve the quality of the filming." She looked at Osamu Aoyama and announced, "Let's work together for Mizuki's happiness."

"I want to remind you that you are not qualified to work for your classmate's happiness."

"My friend's sister is my sister."

"There's one condition: you have to consider me a friend."

"Give me the money." She spread out her snow-white little hands.

"." Aoyama Riki didn't move.

Seeing this, he smiled and said, "Silly girl."

"What?"

“Okay, I guarantee I’ll sell 10,000 copies,” she said with a smile.

I see?

She didn't want money at all.

It may seem like she's gambling with Aoyama Risa's hard-earned savings, but in reality, she's guaranteed to make a profit and ensure that Ono Mizuki can earn 200,000 yen by appearing in music videos.

"Give me the money," Jian Shang said with a smile.

Aoyama Ryo had another little thought: he had worked hard to save 200,000 yen, and he secretly gave it to Ono Mizuki, hoping that she might kiss him.

However, compared to the marriage alliance, 'Ono Mizuki earned 200,000 yen herself' is more important to Ono Mizuki herself.

Although this is also a scam by capitalists.

Aoyama Ryo took out all the money he had painstakingly saved.

"Men shouldn't have money on them." Seeing that Ai didn't care how much money she had, she simply stuffed it into her school skirt pocket.

—Oppose! Strongly oppose!

Why can't a man have money?
"Wait a minute!" Qingshan thought of something, "Give me the money for the stockings first."

Seeing that Aoi's face suddenly turned a little red, Aoyama was puzzled.

Is the sun too strong?
Actually, it was when Ai suddenly realized that Aoyama Rin would also be short of money in the future, and when he went to buy family planning supplies, he would ask her for money just like he is now.

She didn't know why this image popped into her mind.

As it turns out, even Ai Mikami couldn't control her thoughts—one more test: don't think about JK (high school girl) storylines.

"Is 1000 yen enough?" she asked, pulling out a bill.

"Is it okay if it tears easily?" Aoyama asked.

"can."

—Women.

“But I won’t let you tear it,” said Ai again.

—Who wants to tear this up?!
“Then 100 yen will do,” said Aoyama Risa.

"You're quite honest." Seeing Ai smile, she still gave him a thousand yen. "Be better, be cleaner."

"No need to worry about funding anymore?" Aoyama Ryo held it in his hand, not putting it away for the time being.

“I told you, I’d definitely sell 10,000 copies, with my photography skills,” said Ai Mikami.

—It does rely on your skills, but it has nothing to do with photography.

Seeing Ai return the camera to Aoyama Rie: "Delete it yourself."

When Aoyama was deleting the photos, he looked at the legs, the bottom of the skirt, the waist, and the chest again.

Beautiful.

Seeing that Ai knew it would be watched again, this was her way of rewarding Aoyama Ryo by allowing him to watch it.

After each getting what they needed in the sweltering, deserted corridor, the two went to the swimming pool together.

"Why is it the women's section?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"For a boy, if he can't swim in the women's pool, what's the point of starting over in life?" said Ai Jianshang.

That's giving boys too much credit. Even if they could start over and understand the value of life, not all boys would dare to swim in the women's pool.

As for life, that's a gross underestimation. A second chance isn't just about swimming in a women's pool!
But if you ask Aoyama Osamu if he has any objections, he has none.

Inside the swimming pool, girls dressed in competitive swimsuits are training, seemingly planning to perform synchronized swimming at the cultural festival.

"How do we film it?" Aoyama asked.

"When you come to the women's pool, what do you most want to do?" Ai asked, holding up her camera.

After a brief pause, she added, "Criminal behavior is unacceptable."

I want to throw you into the water.

"I'll consider it. Anything else?"

"When I was cleaning the pool floor, the girls in the women's swimming section, who had just finished exercising, would pat my butt with their wet hands as they passed by."

“Go over there,” Ai said, pointing to the other side of the pool. “From now on, we’ll keep this distance when we talk.”

25 meters, not bad.

If it were just one meter further away, I might need to make a phone call.

“This is a restrained version,” Aoyama explained. “What I really wanted was for them to walk by and for me to pat their buttocks.”

Seeing this, she sighed, "Do you really like buttocks that much?"

"Huh?" Aoyama was puzzled. "It has nothing to do with liking someone. Wouldn't it hurt if you hit other places?"

"Whether it hurts or not, whether you're the one being hit or you're the one hitting them, these things are not allowed in the music video." It's clear that Jian Shangai doesn't share his views.

Aoyama could only think of another thing: "Cleaning the pool, even something like cleaning the pool is fun?"

"From now on, one of us will be at the starting line of the swimming lane, and the other at the finish line."

It changed from 'wide' to 'long', and from '25 meters' to '50 meters'.

"I don't mean that you're happy cleaning the women's pool. I mean that you can find joy even in something as small as cleaning a pool, regardless of gender—in philosophical terms, you can derive great joy from observing all things in the world, understand?"

"Who knows?" Jian Shang smiled.

"You remind me of dandelions."

"Pure white and flawless?" Seeing that Shang Ai was filming a pool scene, regardless of whether it would be used or not, she took the picture first.

“It can be pungent at times,” said Aoyama Risa.

"If you feel like sneezing, turn your back, cover your mouth and nose with one hand using a damp sleeve, and use the other arm to strangle your neck for one minute," said Ai-do.

Is this how rich people sneeze for others?

"Special edition, just for you."

"Thank you, but no need," Aoyama Rie politely declined.

The two began filming.

Despite all that talk, during the actual filming, Aoyama Risa was simply cleaning happily, occasionally glancing at the girls in the pool.

It wasn't the way a teenager peeked at a girl in a swimsuit, but the way a convict looked at a rocking horse as he walked out of prison.

Everything is fine, regardless of whether it's a swimsuit or whether someone is a young girl.

After filming wrapped, the two sat in the spectator stands of the swimming pool.

"Given your personality, it's commendable that you didn't look at your buttocks and legs." See the footage taken on the website.

"When did my personality become like this?" Aoyama Rika's tone was as desperate as a flat can of cola.

There was shimmering water on the ceiling.

The space was large, and the voices of the swimming girls sounded very far away.

After the inspection, seeing Shang Ai, he couldn't help but praise, "Your acting skills are outstanding."

"Can't your praise be a little more genuine?" Aoyama Ryou looked at her.

"No." She refused immediately without even looking up.

"Why?" Aoyama looked at her. "I really don't understand this."

"Because you've never praised me."

Aoyama Risa was taken aback: "Just because of this?"

"Part of it."

"If I compliment you, can you reciprocate by complimenting me in return?"

"It depends," Shang Ai said coldly.

—A haughty, arrogant person? That's not fashionable anymore.

(End of this chapter)