Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 135 The Boy's First Target

Aoyama Rika's day begins at five in the morning.

He doesn't brush his teeth or wash his face, and only goes to the toilet.

Then I put on my workout clothes, slipped on my new running shoes, and headed out in the early morning light.

Aoyama Ryo felt his own rhythm and tried his best to get closer to the state guided by the system.

The world is like the deep sea where fish have not yet awakened. When he takes a step out, it's as if he's in the water, as if he's about to take flight and float briefly in the air.

We arrived near the National Stadium.

—The system, the route for the school's long-distance running competition, improves 'speed'.

[Start guidance 'quickly']

Humans, clumsily navigating the sea, instantly transform into sailfish.

On the track, everyone who was overtaken couldn't help but look at him, as if they saw a ribbon of light flying in the air.

He can keep running; nothing can stop him.

Just watching him run can inspire a desire to run in your own heart.

It's not just because running might be quite enjoyable, but also because of the human instinct to pursue excellence and dream of perfection.

The running posture of System Aoyama Risa gives people this feeling.

When I got home, I watered the vegetable garden first, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

While eating breakfast, Aoyama said, "Do you two want to run with me?"

"No," Ono Mizuki refused.

"If you don't get used to it, you won't be able to handle it on the day of the marathon."

The official name is the 'Long Distance Running Competition', but all the students call it the 'Marathon Competition', so Aoyama Riya also calls it that.

"I can't handle losing two hours of sleep!" Ono Mizuki firmly refused.

Mika Ono, who had initially been somewhat interested, also changed her mind.

"And at night?" Aoyama asked again.

"That's even more impossible; we need to study."

Thinking about it that way, they really don't have time.

Aoyama picked up a piece of mackerel and ate it while chatting about other things.

"This morning when I was running, I saw some professional athletes and it reminded me of Sister Meihua."

"Do I look like you?" Mika Ono asked curiously.

"No. In a running race, no matter how hard you train, if you don't run well on the day of the race, wouldn't all your efforts be in vain? That reminds me of your entrance exams—good luck at the cultural festival!"

Ono Mika smiled.

"Brother, you can do it too," Ono Mizuki suddenly said.

"I'm only a sophomore in high school."

“If you write another book called ‘Detective A,’ even if my sister doesn’t do well on her college entrance exam, it definitely won’t be because of the pressure.”

"That makes sense, leave it to me!"

"Mizuki!" Ono Mika scolded, then said to Aoyama Risa, "Risa, don't feel pressured, it's enough for now."

Then you should give me more pocket money.

"Pressure is what makes people grow." Aoyama Ryo is now a person of status and must be mindful of his position.

The system holder writes novels, but he doesn't achieve financial freedom and is even worse off than those without a system. He's like someone who's eight hundred years old and still wets the bed—he can't even hold it in during his Nascent Soul stage.

"There are more and more people praising 'Detective A' online," Mizuki Ono said, referring to her phone and reading the comments aloud with great enthusiasm.

After reading it, I felt as if I had traveled through time.

With my limited knowledge, I can hardly praise this book; I'm speechless.

[You can't help but keep reading, yet you don't want to finish it.]

[The writing is terrible. To put it bluntly, my handling of language is better than the author's.]

[It sparked my desire to write; after all, even something like this can sell millions of copies.]

[High school level]

"Wait, is the next part 'praise'?" Aoyama asked.

"When I'm in a good mood, even if someone criticizes you, I feel like it's a compliment~" Ono Mizuki's voice sounded like she was about to jump up, and she was indeed in a good mood.

Ono Mika, who was drinking water, couldn't help but chuckle.

Aoyama handed her a tissue.

When they arrived at Hiroo Station by train, the three of them would subconsciously look at the platform they used to use, where they would get off the train in the past.

Now, wearing the uniform of Kaiming High School, they are mistaken for children from wealthy families, and they can't argue with that.

The morning meeting was something Aoyama Riku had long forgotten about—the seat-changing.

“Many students requested to sit in the first row, but because there were too many people, the teacher had to draw lots,” Akita Shio said.

Inside the classroom, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, as if a murderer were among them.

Some small groups are beginning to experience a crisis of trust, and may secretly ask the teacher for the front row seats in the classroom behind each other's backs.

Aoyama Ryou, Kobayashi Shiki, and Aizawa Jun, along with the basketball girl, will not.

Not only them, but also those in the back rows were watching the spectacle.

They won't get a seat in the first row. "The teacher divided the classroom seating into three sections, and everyone gets a different section depending on their height. It's not very fair, but the teacher didn't have a better solution."

"After the draw, if there are still any issues, we can discuss them together."

"Alright, let's start with Qingshan."

That is, drawing lots according to the order of student ID numbers.

"Aoyama-kun, you're C." Akita Shio stood gracefully beside the podium.

To a high school student, she might have a mature charm, but to Aoyama Osamu, Akita Shio was still full of youthful energy.

Aoyama Ryo casually picked up a card from box C.

A group of six seats.

It wasn't the main seat, but the seat closest to the back door of the classroom.

This is the worst spot, especially in the summer when you need to turn on the air conditioning; it gets unbearably hot as soon as you open the door.

"Teacher, can I draw it again?"

"No." Akita Shio smiled.

"Even the teacher's favorite Aoyama can't do it, it seems we can't either," Kobayashi Shiki sighed.

The classroom erupted in laughter.

"Akita-sensei, so your favorite person is actually Aoyama-kun? I thought it was me~" Nome Rena said sadly. She was one of the most lively girls in the class.

"Who is the teacher's favorite student?" the prettiest girl in the class asked curiously.

"Teachers won't answer anything that's unrelated to studying. Okay, Amakusa, it's your turn."

"It's me, isn't it? It must be me! The teacher said my name!" The prettiest girl in the class said as she walked up.

"A perverted woman has appeared."

"Amakusa-kun, you can draw a lot from either B or C," Akita Shio said with a smile.

Amakusa reached her hand into box C, and the girls she was close to laughed.

"Teacher, I'm not imitating Aoyama, nor am I trying to prove who you like better, but could I draw again?"

"No."

After the draw, the seating arrangement began. On that day, Kusanagi noticed that as she and Aoyama Rito were walking towards the back door of the classroom, she reached out her hand to Aoyama Rito.

"Let's shake hands," she said.

Aoyama Osamu shook hands with her.

A young girl's hands are always surprisingly soft.

It's just a hand, neither edible like food nor entertaining like a mobile phone, so why do people find it so appealing?
"Does anyone have any complaints about the seating?" Akita Shio asked.

"Teacher, none of the girls in the class can see Aoyama, and none of us boys can see Amakusa anymore," said Kobayashi Shiki.

The classroom was filled with an atmosphere of considerable agreement.

“Since there are no objections, let’s all sit here,” Akita Shio said.

So, it's unclear who Akita Shio's favorite student was, but the one he ignored the most appeared: Kobayashi Shiki.

In response, Kobayashi Shiki, who was being interviewed by the boys, said: "A group of kids being ignored by an older woman is a special kind of treatment—Akita-sensei may forget you in the future, but she will never forget me. Maybe we will start a special relationship because of this."

He even started to believe it himself.

"Xiaolin, you're clearly good-looking and on the soccer team, yet you've never had a girlfriend. That's the only downside," commented the basketball girl.

"The net is cast too wide," one of the boys said.

"If it's Aoyama-kun, no matter how wide the net is cast, it'll be fine, right? I always have a feeling that he'll rekindle his relationship with Akita-sensei in the future. No way, he'll get hit by a car!"

In everyone's sight, Amakusa turned around and was looking at the same test paper with Aoyama Risa.

"Aren't we already fully married?" one guy complained.

Kobayashi Shiki was furious and came up with an extremely vicious plan: "I'm going to tell Kamii-san!"

The men's reaction was: "How dare you speak to Lord Jian Shang!"

"Fool, of course you should put the whistleblower letter in the shoe cabinet!"

"What? A love letter?" The men acted as if this was something everyone did, just like how everyone wore skirts when they were kids.

After answering Amakusa's math question, Aoyama Risa continued to think about her own things.

Although no one knows it, he has set a small goal to become the best in the whole school. The key is how to improve himself.

Learning step by step is certainly an option, but can he really go from 459 to 499 before the end of the second semester?
Upon closer examination, aside from club activities and fitness, he realized he didn't have much time left for studying.

There's only one solution left: use the system in the classroom!

It cannot be used continuously, but only occasionally, in subjects that need improvement, and when you are in a good state.

This can not only improve grades, but also improve concentration.

It's quite unreasonable for someone who owns the system to not fully grasp its functions.

—System, get the system for me, I want to conquer it!

[Teaching scenario detected. Enable intelligent guidance?]

--start!
—Qingshan, you go too, absolutely not!
System·Aoyama Rika wrote on the paper: Amakusa-kun, your hair smells so good.

Aoyama Rin, completely focused!

(End of this chapter)