Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 147 There are three ways to reject a confession
"Ms. Kuze, what do you think of Koito's behavior?"

"Today's children are more successful than we were back then," Kuseon replied.

"I didn't expect it to be a compliment."

"Praise has a revolutionary power, while criticism is corrosive," said Kuseon.

"That's exactly the kind of response a school counselor would give!"

"Teacher, what I really wanted to ask was, was 'Koito' serious, or just joking around?"

"No one wouldn't want to date both Miyase and Mikami at the same time," Kuze Oto explained.

"So, even if you submitted the work as a joke, you actually had those thoughts in your heart?"

"'Koito' is a real man. ” Kuzeyin said.

"Teacher! This has completely gone beyond encouragement!"

“If I were God, and I were to choose one of all the confessors to fulfill his wish, I would choose him,” Kuseon said.

"Please experience it for yourselves, please witness it for yourselves: how kind and benevolent is Lord Kuzeon!" Aoyama recited.

"You even know the hymns?" Miyako Yaeko laughed.

“I’ve read all sorts of things in order to write my novel,” Aoyama Osamu replied.

“We are friends,” Aoi suddenly said.

Aoyama Riki immediately knew that she was responding to 'Koito's' confession.

“Yes, friends forever,” Aoyama emphasized.

"I'll think about it some more." That was Miyako Yaeko's reply.

"It doesn't matter how long it takes, even a lifetime is fine." After saying that, Aoyama Risa walked towards Ono Mizuki, who was heading towards the finish line.

"Keep going, one more lap," he said.

"Help, help me." Ono Mizuki thought she had recovered, but after jogging for a while, she was exhausted again.

Every cell in the body is desperately craving oxygen, as if it were drowning.

"Let's walk slowly and wait for Sister Meihua and the others to catch up," said Aoyama Risa.

He waved goodbye to Aoi Miyase and Yaeko Miyagi, and then continued on his way with Mizuki Ono.

"You don't seem to be the closest to the finish line," Jian Shang teased, watching the two walk away.

“Location isn’t important, direction is.” Miyako Yaeko glanced at Aoyama Osamu, then turned and left.

Aoyama Rika, Ono Mizuki, and Ono Mika caught up and slowly completed the last lap.

Because of physical exhaustion, and taking into account the time spent having lunch at the supply point along the way, it took them nearly two hours to cover the last five kilometers!
This also resulted in Aoyama Ryo, who was supposed to volunteer at the infirmary, being effectively exempted from punishment.

I should have known better than to sell the spot to Jun Aizawa for 10,000 yen.

By the time the class meeting ended, it was almost time for school to end.

"I'm so tired!" My wife, Akika, stretched.

"How about we go relax?" the drummer asked. "I know a bathhouse where you can soak in all sorts of herbal baths and play games!"

“Okay, since I have to go to tutoring class tonight anyway, I might as well stay outside until school starts,” said Bess Sakura.

"Mika-senpai, Mizuki-senpai, Aoyama-kun, you guys come too!" Drummer Yumemi invited.

“Go.” Aoyama Risa nodded.

Gradually, let the Ono sisters enjoy all sorts of things.

The Ono sisters didn't refuse either. After running 20 kilometers, they went to soak in a hot spring without feeling guilty about wasting time.

The public bathhouse is in Shinjuku.

After entering, each person receives a wristband, on which all expenses are recorded. The bill is settled when leaving.

Not only the Ono sisters, but also Akika Gasai and the others found it novel.

The bathhouse even has a street decorated like a festival, where you can eat takoyaki, fish for goldfish, and shoot balloons.

Ono Mizuki was very happy, and she walked with a bouncy gait like a deer.

Aoyama Ryo couldn't find the legendary mixed bathhouse, so he went to the men's bathhouse alone.

After taking a bath, he rode a motorcycle in the gaming area.

"Let's play a round?" Drummer Meng Shi straddled another motorcycle with his strong, slender legs.

“I’m very strong,” Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

“I’m a professional at this,” the drummer Meng Shi said, swiping his cards to start the game.

On Aoyama Ryou's monitor, a game match notification appeared, asking if he wanted to join. —Join!
True Aoyama Rin, or "Truth" for short, joins the battle.

The name "Truth" is acceptable for girls, but it's too girly for boys, so forget it.

Neither of them were exaggerating. Aoyama Risa was very strong, and the drummer Yumemi was also a professional. The two of them were neck and neck and both broke the record.

Aoyama was a second slower.

"This machine is wrong!" He pounded on the machine like a newly discharged special forces soldier, scrutinizing the accuracy of a toy gun used to shoot balloons.

“Aoyama-kun.” Drummer Yumemi looked at him.

"One more round!" Aoyama Risa refused to admit defeat.

This is, of course, just a facade; he simply wants to continue testing how [Driving Motorcycle B] really works.
"I like you."

The game console's rousing music suddenly sounded hollow and pale.

How should I reply?

Aoyama Rika has been confessed to since childhood, not only by love letters but also by many face-to-face confessions, but never by someone of the opposite sex with whom she has a close relationship, like the drummer Yumemi.

He used to only care about working, and whenever he had any other thoughts, he would focus on studying.

"I"

“I know!” Drummer Yume interrupted him, a bright smile on his face. “Aoyama-kun, you don’t need to reply to me. I just want you to know how I feel. That’s enough.”

If a reply is truly unnecessary, why wait for Aoyama Osamu to speak before saying anything?

Drummer Mengshi knew he would be rejected, but even after saying it, he couldn't help but hold onto a sliver of hope.

But seeing that Aoyama Rin was not moved at all and looked like he was thinking about how to reply, he followed the plan and said: No reply is needed.

"It's all the football club president's fault!" Drummer Yumeshi muttered shyly.

"Brother, come help me catch the goldfish!" Ono Mizuki called from afar.

Aoyama Rika glanced at it and said to the drummer Yume, "Shall we go take a look together?"

"No, I'll play this a little longer!" Drummer Meng Shi patted the motorcycle.

"it is good."

Aoyama got up and left.

[Sunny Day Band: 42%]

“Yume-mi.” F. Rino, wearing a yukata, walked over with a worried expression.

"Rino, can I borrow your big breasts for a moment?"

"Just a few words."

For the Ono sisters, the bathhouse was like paradise. If it weren't for the fact that Akika and her sister had to go to cram school, they would have wanted to spend the night there.

After paying the bill, Mika Ono and the group walked out of the bathhouse feeling refreshed.

The group parted ways at the station.

"It's a pity I didn't catch any goldfish." Inside the carriage, Mizuki Ono was still thinking about it.

“Let’s go to the festival together in the summer and catch as much fish as we want. We also need to go to the beach, surf, and set off fireworks,” said Aoyama Osamu. “Starting this year, we’re going to enjoy life to the fullest.”

"Don't forget to study." Mika Ono's tone was slightly reproachful, but she didn't object to enjoying life.

“I have a new inspiration,” said Aoyama Osamu. “After I write another book, I will stop studying.”

"No!"

Mika Ono knew he was joking, so the two exchanged a smile.

Ono Mizuki took out her phone and browsed online reviews of "Detective A".

If she debuts in the future and becomes an idol, it will probably be the kind of person who does a lot of self-searching.

The three returned home and changed into their pajamas.

“Starting next week, I will be going to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens,” Aoyama said before beginning her studies.

“Athens philosophy?” Mika Ono combed her hair into a single ponytail, letting it fall on her right shoulder.

"It's the club that my senior founded." Ono Mizuki even received 3,000 yen.

"I will not quit the Sunny Day Band. I will participate in activities and follow her around. I can also gather material for my novel."

Ono Mika nodded.

I had a vague feeling that she wasn't very happy.

(End of this chapter)