Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 148: We can only go this far for now.
May 28th. It started to drizzle today. I wonder if it's the prelude to the start of the plum rain season.

The hydrangeas in the courtyard have bloomed.

Blue and light purple hues, like ink spreading in the rain.

The three of them left home together to buy food for next week and some daily necessities, while Aoyama Rinori went to the nearest library to borrow books.

"Doesn't the school library have a lot of books? Why not borrow them from the school?" Mizuki Ono asked, puzzled.

"Are there many?" Aoyama Rin didn't know much about the school library.

I've never been there in my past life or this life—and when I do go, it's only to the study area. I'm always stuck with the stereotype that 'schools are all about reference books or historical classics'.

“There are so many,” Mizuki Ono said. “I’ve been with the drama club members; we’ve seen popular ones, classic ones, and award-winning ones!”

"Ryori, maybe you can find your book in the school library too," Mika Ono said with a smile.

"I already have it!" Ono Mizuki grinned, her eyes crinkling. "It's a pity someone borrowed it; I was going to borrow it back!"

Therefore, Aoyama Ryo canceled his decision to go to the library.

I'll finish reading the books at home in the next couple of days.

The raindrops pattered on the cheap, transparent umbrella, making a pleasant tapping sound, and the three of them chatted and laughed.

I bought a lot of groceries, enough for a week, and some miscellaneous daily necessities. Then, carrying all those bags, I trudged home with great difficulty.

We made a simple lunch and enjoyed it at a Japanese restaurant with a view of the courtyard.

After dinner, Ono Mika washed the dishes, and Aoyama Risa, on the verge of being refused, tentatively helped out with some small tasks.

"By the way, after the long-distance run yesterday, did anyone confess their feelings to you?" Aoyama asked.

“Some people started to make a fuss, but in the end no one did,” Mika Ono replied with a smile as she washed the dishes.

"If you need help, you can contact me."

"How can you help?" Ono Mika's beautiful eyes gazed at him steadily, with a slight smile.

"I'm still pretty good at fighting," Aoyama said jokingly.

"This kind of thing can't be stopped by fighting, can it?"

"That's true. If you're not afraid of what others think, then if someone confesses their feelings to you in the future, just say I'm your boyfriend."

Ono Mika's heart began to race.

An urge welled up inside her; she wanted to say something.

"Mizuki!"

Just then, Aoyama shouted towards the living room.

"If anyone confesses their love to you in the future, just say I'm your boyfriend!"

"Huh—?" Mizuki Ono's voice came from the direction of the living room, sounding as if she was saying: If I weren't busy right now, I would definitely come over and beat you up.

She rushed to play on her phone before the study session started.

"From now on, I will protect both of you from being single," Aoyama Risa said, looking at Ono Mika.

"hehe."

"Hmm? You don't want it?"

"Yes."

"Weren't you moved? That's a line from a Kamen Rider!"

"Go wash up quickly," Ono Mika said with a smile.

After they finished showering, Ono Mika went to the bathroom, while Aoyama Risa returned to the living room.

Ono Mizuki looked up and asked Aoyama Osamu, "What did you just say?"

Despite having a C grade in speed, Aoyama Ryo's reaction time is surprisingly fast.

“You promised me yesterday that if I walked the last lap with you, you would scrub my back. We washed it outside yesterday. Aren’t you going to keep your promise today?” he asked.

"You pervert! You should pay attention sometimes, we're not blood-related siblings!" Ono Mizuki scolded, her face flushed.

"Does it mean it's not acceptable if the child isn't biologically related?"

"Of course not!"

"Mizuki, I never expected you to be this kind of person, but don't worry, I won't look down on you." Aoyama Ryo placed his hand on her head and gently stroked it.

Mitsuki Ono delivered a straight punch.

"You should pay attention sometimes! That's not a place you can just fight anywhere!" Luckily, Aoyama Rin reacted quickly, otherwise the Aoyama family would have no successor.

"Hmph!" This was Ono Mizuki, who knew she was wrong, wanted to apologize but was too embarrassed to do so.

"It's not your fault. Think about it carefully, that's all you can do." Aoyama Risa forgave her.

"I did it on purpose! That's where I hit her!" Ono Mizuki would rather be seen as malicious than as short.

"What's wrong?" Ono Mika walked into the living room. "Nothing," the two siblings said.

Anyone with a little life experience knows one thing: whenever two or more people say nothing's wrong, something must have happened.

"What happened?" Mika Ono asked.

"He's a pervert, he made me help him take a bath!" Ono Mizuki decided to strike first.

"It's a back scrub! She promised me yesterday that she would scrub my back if I accompanied her on the last lap." The "Rori" in Aoyama Ri is not the "Rori" in literature, but the "Rori" in reason that prevails throughout the world.

But regardless of the reasoning, he would never use it as a nickname.

When you meet your classmate, please remember this.

“Look!” Ono Mizuki said, as if she was in the right.

“Sister Mika, if she’s unwilling, please, as her older sister, fulfill the promise she made to me,” Aoyama Rika said.

Wait a mininute.

The older sister sacrifices herself for her younger sister—this plot is unacceptable; even Aoyama Rito feels he's become twisted.

"Never mind," Aoyama said. "I was just teasing her. Let's focus on studying."

“When you take a shower tonight, blindfold yourself,” Mika Ono suddenly said.

"Eh?"

"Ok?"

Aoyama Rika and Ono Mizuki looked at her.

“I, or Mizuki, will give you a back rub,” Ono Mika said with a smile.

It turned out to be the case.

Everyone understands.

"Okay, okay, that works too." Ono Mizuki agreed.

Aoyama Rika could also accept it.

Since we don't know who it is, then it doesn't matter who it is; psychologically speaking, he's the one who's gained.

The three began to study.

At some point, Ono Mizuki's cell phone, which was on the table, rang.

It was nothing, but as she looked at her phone, she suddenly started laughing to herself.

As the older brother, Aoyama Risa instinctively glanced over. If it were a certain kid on the other end of the phone, he would correctly use the bamboo sword placed at the door.

"What's wrong?" Mika Ono asked, smoothing her hair over her shoulder.

She still wore her hair in a ponytail, draped over her left shoulder and down in front of her body, but today she had bought a new hair tie that looked like a hydrangea.

Fresh, gentle, with a touch of domestic charm.

"The script for the drama club has been decided, and I chose it. Everyone is praising me!" Ono Mizuki said happily.

"What are we acting in?" Aoyama asked.

"This is a secret. You'll see for yourself when the time comes!"

Kaiming High School's outings almost always involve the entire school together, but they don't go too close to each other.

For example, a forest school: first grade is in a valley, second grade is by the river, and third grade is in the forest.

"Sister Mika, does your club want to hold a concert?" Aoyama suddenly suggested.

Mika Ono pretended to be sick and didn't attend the forest school activity two years ago.

"concert?"

"It should still be possible to apply to the student council. I'll go ask on Monday," said Aoyama Ryou.

On the way to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens, you'll pass by the Student Union office, which is very convenient.

"I don't know if they'd be willing." Mika Ono herself was somewhat hesitant.

"This is a great opportunity to increase your referral points!" Ono Mizuki agreed. "I've looked into the University of Tokyo's referral system. Not everyone who gets a referral gets into the University of Tokyo, but everyone from Kaiming High School got in—Sis, seize every opportunity!"

".All right."

Great.

The last time I went to the forest school will probably be unforgettable.

Aoyama was completely satisfied.

The weekend flew by. Apart from the slight psychological stimulation when I was getting my back scrubbed at night, the rest of the time was spent studying, with occasional aimless chats.

(End of this chapter)