Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 319 People are diverse, just as sunlight is colorful.
“I’ve got an idea,” See Love announced.

"I'm busy right now," Aoyama Risa said, trying to escape.

Seeing that love blocked his way: "When life starts over, a rainbow should appear on your body. It's natural, just like a rainbow that was accidentally captured due to the camera angle!"

"Sprinkling water, mirrors, light refraction, that should work, right?" Aoyama Risa tried to continue his attempt to break through.

"There's one more thing: the makeup for starting over must be different, for you, Mizuki, the track and field team, the baseball team, the kendo team, and even the swimming team's water!"

"It's too late!"

That's why I came to find you now.

"I mean, I don't have enough time to go to the bathroom during break! Besides, this is the hallway, and people will misunderstand that we have something going on!"

People around them had been glancing at the two of them frequently.

"You care about gossip?" Jian Ai laughed, as if she had discovered something amusing.

I think I heard that phrase from a blonde girl.

"It's because I care about the rumors that spread about you. You might not know it yourself, but I've heard that if any man dares to talk to you, half the boys in the whole school will stab him in the back!"

"Why is it only half?" See above for iAsk.

"Aren't you worried about me getting stabbed?"

"If I'm worried about you, is that still just gossip?"

"Forget it, I need to go to the bathroom!" Aoyama Risa just wanted to leave.

This time, I didn't stop him from seeing Shang Ai.

After all, they got married at twenty-seven. If he had problems in that area, she would be asking for trouble.

In the classroom of Class 4, Grade 11, Inoue Misato nudged Amakusa Sae with her elbow.

So, at noon that day, Amakusa Sawa suggested to Aoyama Osamu, "Aoyama-kun, how about we take a few more pictures?"

"What do you mean, take more pictures?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

“Sorry, I spoke too fast. Here’s the thing—for example, if I’m outside the top ten, the photo is a regular front-facing picture; if I’m in the top ten, it’s a tennis photo; if I’m in the top three, it’s a completely different photo.” Amakusa Sawa looked at Aoyama Osamu.

Aoyama Rin understood what she meant.

"The idea is good, but it's rather complicated," he said.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime cultural festival for second-year high school students, how can we be afraid of trouble!" The basketball girl put her arm on Aoyama Risa's shoulder.

'What a casual woman! Is your head a basketball?' Amakusa Sawa smiled kindly at the basketball girl.

“Mikoto Fukayama said so too~” She looked at Aoyama Risa again in a lively tone, “Aoyama-kun, what do you think?”

"I wonder if others will agree," Aoyama Rie pondered.

"How about this: those who make it into the top 20 can write a sentence under their photo—anything is fine, it can be a motto, or it can be promotional material for their class or club activities—I think everyone would be happy with that, right?"

Even if you fall in love, you won't let such an opportunity pass you by.

"Okay, I'll give it a try!" Aoyama Risa himself didn't want to either.

"First, we'll take new photos of the nine students who have already been selected," said Amakusa Sawa, suppressing her joy.

I can spend time with Aoyama-kun again.

Hmph, they were just chatting in the hallway!
Aoyama Risa thought that he and Ono Mizuki could use stills from the play, and Ono Mika could use costume photos from her stage performances, both of which could be used for publicity.

"We'll contact them today and ask them to decide how they want to film and what they want to write," said Aoyama Risa.

"Hmm~"

"You two," Inoue Misato, who had been studying, turned around, "Don't make decisions on your own. This is a class activity!"

"So, class monitor, do you agree?" Amakusa Sawa asked her with a smile.

This is what the two of them came up with through discussion.

"And another thing," Amakusa glanced at the basketball girl out of the corner of her eye, her arm still draped over Aoyama Risa's shoulder, "does she think she's a man? You filthy bitch!"

“My agreement is useless; we need to discuss it together at the class meeting tonight,” Inoue Misato said.

At 3:10 p.m., after the last class, she brought up the matter during the evening meeting.

"Aren't Aoyama-kun and Sawa-chan's workloads a bit too much?" someone worried.

"How about I take care of the selected handsome guys?" Nome Rena raised her hand.

The class burst into laughter.

"Are you alone?" the male class monitor asked.

"Miss!" Rena Nome called out to her teammates.

"Don't call me by my name when you're embarrassed. Please call me 'Inoue-kun'," Inoue Misato said seriously.

"Come on~"

Inoue Misato ignored her and looked at the whole class: "Is anyone interested?"

"You can take pictures of the most handsome boy in the whole school~" Nome Rena encouraged.

The girls seemed eager to try, but no one raised their hand.

“If no one is here—” The male squad leader looked at Inoue Misato.

"Me!" At this moment, Kobayashi Shiki spoke up.

"Alright! I'll leave the handsome guys group to you and Nome!" the male class monitor quickly decided.

"Huh?!" Nome Rena exclaimed in surprise, as if a friend's suitor had suddenly served her food.

Kobayashi Shiki also felt some regret.

However, no matter what, we can't let Inoue Misato get close to all the handsome guys in the school!
After the evening meeting, Aoyama Ryo went to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens.

“Let’s go,” said Ai.

"I haven't sat down yet."

"I looked up three ways to create a rainbow and went outdoors to try them out to see which one is more suitable for photography."

"Wait, let me give you the stockings first."

"I understand." Seeing that Shang Ai put down the camera, she took the stockings.

"Understand what?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

Seeing that Shang Ai had opened the package, she sat down and started taking off her shoes: "You want me to wear them for you to see, but you have to promise me that you'll come out with me for a photoshoot after you see them."

"When did I say I wanted to watch it?!"

Aren't you going to watch?

"That one, the quality, the size, this one."

She started wearing stockings after seeing Shang Ai.

"You can take a picture with your camera."

"You bastard! I am—"

“These shots might come in handy,” Ai said.

“I’m an idiot.” Aoyama picked up the camera. “I actually thought you would misunderstand me when I met my classmate. I deserve to die.”

The college entrance exam, math, an exceptional performance, the test paper was filled with it—the stockings worn on the legs of the girl I met were so beautiful that they gave me the illusion of a dream.

She stood up and did a few leg movements.

"How is it?" See iAsk.

A stunning figure, long hair sculpted from black gemstones, and long, straight legs in black stockings.

Twenty-seven it is!

"The quality looks acceptable," commented Aoyama Ryo.

"Looks like you want to try it out and see how it feels?" See above for iAsk.

"No! Take it off right now. This is a precious prop. Don't ruin it. I don't have the extra money to buy another one."

Seeing that Shang Ai didn't take off her clothes, she tried them out herself to see how they felt.

"These are stockings?" she asked curiously, examining them.

Blood rushed to his head, and Aoyama took a deep breath.

“I bought this with Sister Meihua, so there shouldn’t be any problem,” he said.

"You all together?" Jian Shang Ai looked at him.

"Yeah, let's ride a motorcycle and have some fun." Aoyama put down his camera. "I've recorded everything. Can I watch it now? Let's go make a rainbow."

She felt uncomfortable with the dark color of the stockings.

She knew she was a little angry.

She wouldn't let her emotions spiral out of control; she began to analyze herself.

Riding the motorcycle given to him by Yaeko Miyagi, with Mika Ono on the back, he went to buy black stockings for her—Aoyama Osamu remained steadfast in his choice of Mika Ono.

She had originally planned that if Aoyama Ryo didn't buy the black stockings, she would go with him on Saturday under the guise of 'buying props'.

Have all these days of effort yielded no results?

Is the strategy of "surrounding without attacking" ineffective against him? In any case, we must not show any negative emotions now.

Stay calm and composed; continue with the current strategy until a new solution is devised.

She took off her stockings and tossed them to Aoyama Rin: "Take these."

"I--"

"Wash it again before giving it to me."

Why am I the one washing?

"I don't know how to wash," Jian Shangai replied matter-of-factly.

This piqued Aoyama's interest, and he asked, "How long do you wear your school uniform, a pampered young lady? Do you change into a new one every month?"

"I don't know," said Ai.

"Don't know?" Aoyama asked in return.

"My clothes always look new, washed, changed, but I don't know exactly how."

Aoyama understood.

Like a six-year-old child, who never cares whether their shoes are dirty or not, goes everywhere and steps on everything, and no matter how dirty they are, they will always have clean shoes to wear the next day.

There will never be a day when we have no shoes to wear and have to wash them ourselves.

childish!

The two left the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens and came to the elevated corridor.

The elevated corridor on the sixth floor was not lonely either, as the members of the wind instrument group A were practicing.

Several people, all girls, including Sumire Sanzenin and her co-pilot, Maiko Kurosawa.

For them, the biggest event in October is not the cultural festival, but the national competition.

"We should have prepared a spray bottle, but you can spray it with your mouth too." Ai handed Aoyama a bottle of water bought from a vending machine.

"How exactly should it be sprayed?"

"With its back to the sun, it sprays out a mist."

"Foggy?" Aoyama asked, half asking himself.

I unscrewed the bottle cap and took a mouthful of water.

Amidst the music, he suddenly spat out water from his mouth with a "pfft."

The perfect water mist, hazy and indistinct, forms a colorful rainbow when the sunlight shines on it.

Seeing Shang Ai, I couldn't help but think that he really did a great job criticizing.

“Let’s try again, this time I want to take a picture.” She raised her camera.

"puff--"

The rainbow reappeared.

"How is it?" Even Aoyama Ryo thought it was perfect.

If 'water mist' had a rating system, he would at least get an 'A'—his rainbow spray was just that perfect.

"If you can't afford to eat in the future, you can use this skill to become a stunt performer. Okay, continue."

The praise for love is as insincere as ever.

"Being able to become a stunt performer" would have been enough, but they insisted on adding "not being able to make a living."

"puff--"

"Over there!!" Sumire Sanzenin stormed over.

The co-pilot immediately followed her, fearing that in a fit of anger she might smash the instrument in her hand at Aoyama Rin.

Just as Ai was about to step forward, she suddenly had a bright idea and continued to hold up her camera, aiming it at Aoyama Osamu, as well as Sanzenin Sumire and Kurosawa Maiko, who were walking through the mist and under the rainbow.

"What?" Aoyama Ryo was no longer friendly to the two of them.

Like an apple, it's fine to nibble on its skin or eat its flesh, but the two of them had already started chewing on its core.

Even apple cores are poisonous!
Although it is a trace amount.

The two instrumental girls did not step forward immediately, but instead stepped aside to avoid the water mist in the air.

After avoiding the noise, Sumire Sanzenin said, "Your saliva is flying over there!"

“That’s true,” Maiko Kurosawa said.

Aoyama Ri: "."

"Our instruments are covered in your saliva!" Sumire Sanzenin was furious, her fair face turning slightly red.

“Sumire, isn’t the main point that we’re covered in his saliva?” Kurosawa Maiko quickly said.

"Are we more important, or are the instruments more important?" Sumire Sanzenin stared at her co-pilot, unable to contain her excitement.

"this."

"I'm sorry," Aoyama said, "but that wasn't my saliva, it was Kirin Natural."

"Do you think we're fools?!" Sumire Sanzenin interrupted him.

—It certainly doesn't look like that.

“We don’t need your apology, we just hope you stop spewing nonsense here!” Sumire Sanzenin said.

Reasonable and justifiable request.

“I’m leaving now,” said Aoyama Rido. “But before I leave, please allow me to apologize again. I didn’t mean to spray it on your, uh, instrument.”

He bowed to the musical instrument in Sanzenin Sumire's hand.

He bowed again to Maiko Kurosawa: "And also, on your body."

Maiko Kurosawa smiled wryly: "It's alright, it's not that much."

Aoyama pointed to the remaining members of the brass band, indicating that he should apologize to them before leaving.

Sanzenin Sumire didn't say anything, she just glared at him.

In the scene where they meet, Aoyama Risa runs over and bows to the others to apologize. The others quickly get up to indicate that it's alright, and then Aoyama Risa runs back.

The two left the elevated corridor.

"Look at the position you chose! I demand an apology from you!" Aoyama Risa accused.

"Such situations may also occur during the actual filming, so we need to be careful then," said Ai-kami.

He didn't hear what Aoyama Ri was saying at all.

What's the difference between this and the system that ties Mizuki up for the sake of learning?
The two continued testing the rainbow, and Aoyama Risa's mouth went numb from spitting it out.

After school, he took a shower and then called Miyako to tell her about how Aoyama Risa had taken Ono Mika on his motorcycle to buy black stockings.

After she finished speaking, Miyako Yaeko remained silent.

There was complete silence on both sides of the phone, as if no one was there.

After a while, Yaeko Miyagi's voice came through the phone.

“He’s been working hard lately, so let’s have a relaxing party on Friday and Saturday nights.”

"A party? What do you want to do?" See above for more information.

"The 30th floor will experience a power outage."

Will the same trick work?

“He’s not a Saint Seiya.” Besides that, Yaeko Miyagi sometimes watches “Laid-Back Camp” and Super Sentai to pass the time.

"What happened after the power outage?" Ai asked again.

"What do you want to do?" Miyako Yaeko's voice was tinged with laughter.

He saw that Shang Ai didn't say anything.

“You yourself said that continuing to besiege without attacking, without direct contact, will make it impossible to break through the city—I’m telling you in advance, on Saturday, I’ll have him continue to massage me, in the dark,” said Miyako Yaeko.

After hanging up the phone, Jian Shang flipped through the script and found the page where she appeared.

What unexpected events might occur if there's a power outage during rehearsals?
It doesn't need to be as direct as Yaeko Miyayo's; just enough to feel the mist drifting from afar and landing on your face, or to make you sneeze from the fluff of dandelions.

At this very moment, Aoyama Risa is at home performing a rainbow-spraying act for the Ono sisters.

When Miyako Yaeko mentioned the 'power outage,' he couldn't help but sneeze.

"Ah che-"

"what!"

"elder brother!!"

The Ono sisters exclaimed—no, screamed.

The water didn't turn into mist; it just sprayed out of Aoyama Risa's mouth, some of it landing on them.

Such embarrassing incidents will never be known to Ai Mikami and Yaeko Miyase, just as Osamu Aoyama will never know whether the power outage at school was real or not.

(End of this chapter)