Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 139 Aoyama Risa is only five kilometers away from becoming a strongman.

Women are truly unreasonable.

"Are you angry?" See above for more information.

“No,” Aoyama replied.

"Don't force yourself, there's no one here except me."

"Really do not have."

As if asking a question, Aoyama Risa replied with certainty, "Really not."

Aoyama Risa wasn't angry at all.

If you don't continue.

To stop the conversation from continuing, he explained, "Be willful, bright, composed, and happy—Mika-nee has no hope left, but I hope to raise Mitsuki into that kind of girl—so I'm really not angry, only hopeful."

"I admire your courage for confessing your feelings to me under these circumstances, but we can only be friends."

Aoyama Ryo was clearly wrong.

What can truly calm him down is not an explanation, but leaving immediately.

"Send me the electronic version." The boy left the Athens Philosophy Research Department.

Did Socrates anger the Greeks in the same way back then? It's not hard for Aoyama Ryo to understand why he was sentenced by the Athenian court to commit suicide by drinking poison.

With twenty minutes left before lunch break ends, where should we go next?

Sunny Day Band Club?
No, now is the time for them to deepen their bond in the face of difficulties. As a stone, he can indeed help them withstand some of the pressure, but he also prevents them from becoming closer as a lump of mud.

Let's go to the student council room.

I promised to visit Miyako Yaeko when I had some free time, and this is my chance.

Miyaeko is dealing with matters related to the long-distance running competition.

Assign committee members to each section of the road, confirm their responsibilities, and outline how to handle any issues that may arise.

"Are you very busy?" Aoyama asked.

"The competition starts tomorrow. It would be too much if I were busy today—do you need me again?" Miyako Yaeko put the documents aside and looked down at Aoyama Osamu.

"No. Is there anything I can help you with?" Aoyama asked.

Miyako laughed: "Really not? Then help me print some documents."

"Is there a printer in the student council room?"

"Isn't that a matter of course?"

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Miyako Yaeko's smile faded, and she said calmly, "Speak if you have something to say."

Qingshan Liguai is embarrassed.

"Could I borrow your printer?"

In general, both Ai Mikami, who made the flyers, and Yaeko Miyase, who lent out the printer for free, are good people.

In reality, Aoyama Ryo was the most useless person; he neither made flyers nor spent money to print them.

These were originally his problems.

People usually call someone like him a gigolo (or a gigolo).

[Love in Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 90.3%]

As the quality of the material increased, Aoyama Osamu was reflecting—

He was never happy because he was particularly good-looking.

His handsome appearance is something he was born with without having to strive for it, which makes it easy for him to go too far in everything in his life, while also making him incompetent and lazy.

As I've mentioned before, people are divided into beautiful and ugly, and this is quite a troublesome thing.

Ai and Yaeko Miyase certainly didn't help him because of his appearance; it was simply because he was narcissistic.

After lunch break, the first class in the afternoon was home economics, where the home economics teacher taught everyone how to sew buttons on their school uniforms.

The last section is 'ethics'.

In groups of four, they created a PowerPoint presentation to discuss Utada Hikaru's popular lyrics, "It will be several years into the Reiwa era before husband and wife can change their surnames."

Some people say, "According to predictions, everyone will have the surname Sato from now on!"

Some people also said, "Utada Hikaru is an American, what right does he have to talk about Japanese affairs!"

After school, Aoyama Ryo stood at the school gate handing out flyers.

The student council members turned a blind eye;
The PE teacher came over, asked for a flyer, and after confirming its contents, didn't say anything more.

The flyers for Aoyama Hair Salon are relatively simple when targeting female customers;
It's more difficult for Aoyama Risa to deal with men, but the photos on the flyers are simpler, featuring five beautiful girls.

The two hundred flyers were quickly distributed.

Aoyama has done everything he could; as for the outcome, we'll see tomorrow.

On her way home, Mika Ono was watching band videos, learning the lead singer's stage moves, and occasionally mimicking them.
Mizuki Ono was reading a horror novel, holding her phone in one hand and tightly gripping Osamu Aoyama's clothes with the other.

The clothes were getting wrinkled. After dinner, Aoyama suggested, "Let's skip studying today. The long-distance running competition is the day after tomorrow, how about we go for a night run together?"

"I'm going to practice my singing for a while longer," Mika Ono said.

“I’ll continue looking for novels too. I joined halfway through, so I have to work hard to prove myself and get everyone to accept me,” said Mizuki Ono.

"Then you all need to be careful at home." Aoyama Rin was a little worried, but he couldn't keep worrying about this forever.

"You be careful too," Mika Ono said, also worried about him.

“You know that route too, it’s guarded 24 hours a day,” Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

It's not that the route is special, but rather that the Imperial Palace is special, and coupled with the fact that people often run along this route, the security is quite good.

This is also why the school held the long-distance running competition here.

Aoyama Ryo changed into his sportswear and stepped out of his house.

In late May, it can be quite hot during the day, but the air can still be a little cool at night.

The race starts from the National Stadium and proceeds along Aoyama Road.

Without using the system, he wanted to try and see if he could successfully run 20 kilometers with his current physical condition, relying solely on his willpower and running style.

"Hoo, hoo!"

Two kilometers, no, a little over a kilometer, and Aoyama Riki was breathing rapidly, needing to gasp for air.

Three kilometers, lactic acid buildup, so tired;
Four kilometers, unable to maintain a steady pace;
After five kilometers, the thought of 'giving up' began to cross my mind;

After running one lap, their faces would probably be pale by now;

How did you manage to run seven kilometers? And after running twenty kilometers, you still have plenty of energy and can run back easily?

Isn't running just about moving your legs? Besides controlling speed and breathing, what other factors are involved?

Eight kilometers, tinnitus;

Nine kilometers away, one loses some perception of the world;

Ten kilometers, where is this?

Aoyama Risa started walking along the ginkgo avenue in the outer garden of the shrine, and eventually slowly stopped.

He stood on the track for a full three minutes before he recovered, walked to the side, and sat down on the curb.

He gripped his right wrist with his left hand, his head bowed, panting.

"Really," he said with a wry smile, "neither impressive nor strong."

"Powerful" refers to physical ability; "strong" refers to willpower.

Aoyama Ryo could accept his poor physical fitness, but he couldn't accept that he wasn't strong.

Before he could feel down, he told himself that it was okay, and that he could develop skills and strength through practice.

Besides, wouldn't it be better if we didn't have it?

To prove that one's strength and power are not innate, but rather acquired through hard work.

“That’s right, Qingshan, having this mindset proves that you already have the potential to become a strong person!” he muttered to himself.

Aoyama Risa propped himself up on his knees.

After taking a deep breath: "Continue!"

I'll try to finish the next five kilometers in 35 minutes!

Qingshan Li sets off.

"Huff, huff!" He started panting after just fifty meters.

Speed ​​doesn't matter, time doesn't matter, what matters is finishing the run.

Do you need an ambulance?

“No need,” Qingshan Lixiang swallowed, his mouth feeling as dry as a piece of sun-dried gauze. “Thank you.”

"It's amazing that you're such a good fighter."

fight?

Aoyama Risa regained her senses and turned to look.

Amidst the dazzling lights of Tokyo, like fireworks, an elegant and beautiful young girl runs lightly and freely, her black hair tied in a ponytail flying behind her.

Aoyama Ryo withdrew his gaze and continued running forward.

We can't lose to her!
Just follow her for a minute!
Two minutes. Don't compare yourself to others. What you should conquer is yourself!

Three minutes to run five kilometers, Qingshan, you are a champion!
Thirty-six minutes later, Aoyama Risa's posture was enough to attract the attention of vultures, who were ready to feast on him at any moment.

Seeing Shang Ai dressed in sportswear, looking neat and youthful, with her arms crossed, she stood in front of him, smiling and waiting for him.

"It's already pretty good if you can run 5 kilometers in one go on your first run," she laughed. "Many students walk and run at the same time, and it takes them a whole day to run 20 kilometers."

"Ha—, ha—" Qingshan Li's life hangs by a thread.

(End of this chapter)