Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 178 Mr. Aoyama of Nagata-cho
Aoyama returned to his dormitory; his lunch break was almost over.

As soon as he walked in, all the boys fell silent and stared at him.

Upon closer inspection, Aoyama realized the numbers were incorrect; besides the boys from Class 4, there were boys from other classes as well.

He assumed the starting stance of Tai Chi: "Come on."

--system

[Complex environment detected, please select]

[Teaching, Competition, Battlefield]

These guys really do have murderous intent towards him. Today, I'll show them who's in charge at Kaiming High School!
"What the hell!" Kobayashi Shiki couldn't help but swear. "Aoyama, the people in Class 2 are saying—no, it's not just Class 2 now, everyone outside is saying—that you're going to dance with Aoi Mikami tomorrow?"

This matter.

"Someone even saw Aoi helping you pick up trash, Aoyama," Jun Aizawa said in a deep voice.

“Some people even suspect,” said a boy who was fairly familiar with him, “that last night, Aoyama, you went out on a date with Ai-kun!”

"The girls in our class confirmed that the time you went out completely coincided with the time you met with your classmate Shang Ai," said a boy from Class Two.

Everyone looked at Aoyama Ryo.

Aoyama Risa puts away the Tai Chi starting stance.

“Yes,” he replied.

A group of people, like a reservoir with cracks in its dam, about to burst forth, rushed forward in a chaotic rush.

"Wait!" Aoyama Risa raised his hand. "Ask them one by one, or I, Aoyama, would rather die than submit!"

"Everyone, calm down!" Kobayashi Shiki shouted.

The floodwaters have finally stopped, and the dam has not been breached.

"Qingshan, are you dating Jian Shang?" That was the first question.

"No."

"If there's nothing going on, why did you dance together?"

“Each person can only ask one question,” said Aoyama Risa.

A different person asked the same question: "If you didn't, why did you dance together?"

"Among you, does everyone who has a dance partner also have a romantic relationship with each other?"

"What exactly is your relationship with your classmate Jian Shang?" This is the third question.

"friend."

Aoyama Rin was unaware that the live stream had started again.

Is it easier to become a live streamer or a novelist?

◇

When Shang Ai returned to the dormitory, the girls there were divided into clusters, each one like a petal, forming flower after flower.

The flower stamen is a cell phone.

As soon as she entered, all the flower petals turned to look at her.

"Hmm?" Seeing that Shang Ai turned her head in confusion.

Suzuki, whom she had known since childhood, came over and handed her a phone with a violin sticker on it.

Seeing that Shang Ai had taken it, she looked at the screen.

Aoyama Risa, surrounded by the crowd, stood ramrod straight. The two boys who often walked with him looked like bodyguards.

He appears to be a Nagata-cho official being interviewed.

"Can you dance together just because you're friends?" The interviewer seemed to be just like an ordinary person who couldn't afford rice.

"Dancing together when you're not friends, isn't that even worse?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

◇

The VIP lounge at the campsite.

Miyako Yaeko, who was even busier than Aoyama Osamu at noon and had just taken a break, nodded at the video. Aoyama Osamu's sophistry was also very much like that of people from Nagata-cho.

"Did you invite your classmate to meet you, or did your classmate invite you?" a boy asked.

"It must have been him who invited the classmate!" Some boys couldn't accept the second possibility.

“That’s not important,” said Aoyama. “You’ve all probably seen Harry Potter. Hermione and Krum danced together, and my dance with Kenjiro was probably what we were talking about.”

"So it was you who invited Jian Shang? You have a crush on Jian Shang?"

“One question per person,” Aoyama repeated.

"Please answer directly, is this the classmate you invited?"

“Yes.” Aoyama nodded. “And she also said that she might not jump with me in the end, and told me not to have too high hopes. So I never told anyone else. I just didn’t expect that someone like me would say something so openly, even though it was uncertain. I am such a nice person.”

"I don't need your nonsense!" a boy from Class 2 shouted angrily.

Miyako Yaeko laughed.

If someone who doesn't usually write long essays suddenly starts writing at length, there's definitely something wrong.

Aoyama Ryo is an overly kind person.

◇

Ono Mika smiled.

When the news broke, she was initially worried that Aoyama Ritsu wouldn't be able to dance with Mikami Ai. Now that he's said this, it's only natural that he won't dance with Mikami Ai tomorrow.

People will just think that he was ultimately rejected by his love interest.

Thinking of this, Ono Mika's smile gradually disappeared.

Was Aoyama Ryo rejected?

Why?
She was the one who asked Aoyama Risa for help, but in the end she rejected him, causing Aoyama Risa to be ridiculed.

However, this matter cannot be entirely blamed on Ai Mikami, according to Aoyama Osamu himself.

That's too kind of you.

◇

"Meiyue, does your brother like seeing his senior?"

"I don't know." Ono Mizuki's tone was like a cloudy day without rain.

She understands that she only dances with her older sister. When her sister graduates, Aoyama Risa will be a senior in high school, and she herself will be a junior in high school. She will then dance with Aoyama Risa.

Each of the two sisters gets one turn, which is fair.

But what does this have to do with seeing love?
"Do you like seeing your classmates?" someone asked the same question on the screen.

"Who doesn't like beautiful girls?" Aoyama Osamu retorted.

"Pervert," Ono Mizuki cursed.

Want to know who Aoyama Osamu's real sister is? Now's the time!
The fake sister wouldn't call Aoyama Risa a pervert; only the real sister would.

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Staff room.

"Should we stop them?" the physical education teacher asked the director.

"Never mind." The director thought for a moment. "Our school doesn't prohibit dating. Students work very hard during the school year, so let them enjoy themselves during the camping trip."

As soon as he finished speaking, the director seemed to suddenly remember something and looked at Kuze-ne: "Kuse-sensei, as a psychologist, what are your thoughts?"

What does this have to do with psychologists?
It's because they're afraid of offending the future principal!

The PE teacher felt contempt.

"Leave it to the student council," Kuseon replied succinctly.

The director felt he still needed to learn. Look, even though Kushion's surname wasn't Gongshi, he could manage the Gongshi family's businesses. There must be a reason.

Handing it over to the student council—what a convenient excuse! They can use the guise of 'student self-governance' to curry favor with the Gong family.

“This green hill is very popular,” a male teacher said with a smile.

Akita Shio glanced at him.

"Qingshan-kun is handsome, academically excellent, and kind to everyone. Who wouldn't like him?" a female teacher said with a smile.

Akita Shio smiled and nodded.

She was suddenly startled to find that Kuseon was looking at her. The medical teacher's gaze showed no shyness or avoidance, nor was it sharp or smiling.

It reminds one of a camera pointed at oneself.

"Ms. Kuze, I went hiking yesterday and I still got a tan even though I wore sunscreen. What brand did you use?" Akita Shio couldn't help but change the subject.

"Plastic surgery," Kushine replied. "The fake skin has a high SPF."

"..." Akita Shio didn't know what to say.

Given Kuseon's exquisite appearance, many female teachers and students have asked her how she maintains her youthful appearance, and her answer is always: plastic surgery.

Is it real plastic surgery or fake?

"Looks really are important." The PE teacher sighed, holding the back of his head, and lay back down.

He forgot that these weren't school chairs; they didn't have backrests.

With a loud thud, the burly physical education teacher fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?!" The teachers were startled.

"It's alright, it's alright!" The PE teacher quickly stood up.

As he held onto the stool, he secretly glanced at the director, who indeed gave him a look that said, "Come to my room later, I'm going to give you a good talking-to."

Their relationship was like Megumi letting Daigo into her room—nothing special, just pure.

I was just getting scolded.

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Class 2, Grade 2.

When Ai heard what Aoyama Rin said, she felt that it wasn't good that she had asked Aoyama Rin for help, but in the end, it turned into her 'refusing Aoyama Rin.'

It seems okay if it's just dancing?
Since he's already touched me, what difference does it make if I hold his hand?

She didn't want to owe Aoyama a favor.

"You like any pretty girl, does that mean you like more than just your classmate?"

The interviews are still ongoing, with one question per person, totaling twenty or thirty.

"You only like one?" Aoyama Risa asked rhetorically.

"Of course!" the boy replied. "Impressive, I like twenty or thirty."

"You're truly amazing." The boys expressed their sincere admiration.

It's not about liking twenty or thirty impressive people, but about daring to say they're impressive.

"So, is meeting your classmates the thing you like best?"

Seeing that Ai was looking at the screen, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the other people in the dormitory were looking at her intentionally or unintentionally.

“No,” Aoyama replied.

He didn't continue, as that would have wasted the other person's question.

"So who is your favorite?" he asked as expected.

"I like Sister Meihua and Meiyue the most."

"Tch~" the boys scoffed.

I don't know if they mean that liking the Ono sisters the most was expected, or that liking the Ono sisters doesn't count?
"Aoyama," someone asked curiously, "between the student council president and Kenjiro, who do you think is more attractive?"

"That's right, we've been discussing this for a long time, and we still haven't reached a conclusion." Everyone was very frustrated.

The camera swayed slightly, clearly indicating that the person secretly live-streaming was wavering and hesitant about whether to continue.

Given the current atmosphere, everyone has clearly shifted from the initial "interrogation" to a discussion. While it might be an exaggeration for the boys to say that every sentence is a declaration of crime, they would probably agree that if one out of ten sentences is, no boy would object.

Fortunately, Aoyama Rin always demanded of himself the principle of "a gentleman being cautious even when alone," and secretly pretended to be a respectable person.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Those two are indeed evenly matched, hmm—"

"Hmm—" the boys murmured in unison.

This group of people are as deserving of a beating as playing cards.

"Buzz!"

In an atmosphere even quieter than the exam hall, a boy's phone rang.

"Someone's live-streaming!" the boy exclaimed.

"what?!"

"Who?!"

"kill him!"

"I know a good place to bury a body!"

"That's too lenient on him, throw him into a beehive!"

The male streamer suffered indescribable treatment: his viewing history was photographed and screenshotted.

"Oh, this website is great, it's more comprehensive than mine."

"This guy actually watches this kind of stuff!"

As they chatted, they walked out of the dormitory; it was time for the afternoon activities.

Participation in the activities remains a free choice.

Aoyama Rika participated in a wildlife class, following a campsite guide to learn about native species in the forest.

Nagano Prefecture is located in the Japanese Alps and has a diverse range of forest types, from temperate deciduous forests to subalpine coniferous forests.

"Everyone, hold your bells and shake them like this every now and then," the tour guide said, demonstrating as she spoke.

"Is there really a bear sighting?" a student asked, both nervous and curious.

“Yes!” the tour guide replied affirmatively, and then he slung a hunting rifle over his shoulder.

Students: “.”

"It's not too late to back out now," the tour guide said.

Several girls and one boy chose to withdraw.

"Don't feel ashamed. When facing nature, reverence is always the best attitude," the tour guide said.

He led the group into the forest.

"Students, do you know what kind of tree this is?" the tour guide asked right at the beginning.

"Beech?" Jian Shang Ai wasn't quite sure either, looking like she'd only ever seen it in books or on TV.

"That's right, this is a beech tree. Its bark looks a lot like elephant skin. You can touch it."

The students all reached out their hands.

There are plenty of trees in Tokyo, but the experience of touching them with your own hands like this is very rare.

Everyone found it very novel.

Of course, there were also dissenting voices. For example, Miyako Yaeko whispered to Aoyama Risa, "It doesn't feel like elephant skin."

That's enough. Even if you're the system owner, you don't need to know what it feels like to touch an elephant!
“Showing off wealth is prohibited,” said Aoyama Risa.

"In autumn, the leaves of the beech trees turn golden yellow, which is very beautiful," the tour guide continued.

He bent down and picked up a beech fruit: "Look, everyone, this is a beech fruit. It's edible and an important food source for many animals."

There were quite a few on the ground, and everyone picked them up to examine them.

"Alright, let's continue!" the tour guide said.

"Jingle bells~" The sound of bells carried far away.

A group of teenagers carrying backpacks walked beneath tall beech trees, entering a dense forest.

The tour guide was so knowledgeable that we kept stopping to explore.

We rested by the stream halfway through the journey.

"Everyone can touch the moss," the tour guide said while drinking water.

Along the stream, the moss, soaked with water, is exceptionally lush and verdant, quite enchanting.

"Listen, that's a jay calling right now," the tour guide said, pointing to the sky.

“There are a lot of crows in Tokyo too,” a boy laughed.

“It feels like Japan is full of crows,” a girl chimed in.

What's the difference between a crow and a jay?

"What do you all think of it if you check it out yourselves?"

Miyako took off her shoes and socks and put her feet in the stream. Aoyama got up and left.

“Come back,” Miyako Yaeko said.

"No."

My feet smell?

"It doesn't stink."

"Then where are you going?"

“You’ll definitely be wiping it on me later,” Aoyama Risa said.

Miyako laughed: "Then you can't leave even more. What will I use to wipe it if you leave?"

That's why we must leave.

"Washing water is one thing, but isn't foot-washing water also considered bath water?" Jian Shang Ai walked over with a smile.

“You’ve come at the right time,” said Miyako Yaeko. “Aoyama, look closely, who is more beautiful, her or me?”

Even though they were sweating from walking, their skin remained as white and pure as snow.

Seeing love is like waking up at five in the morning, opening the window, and seeing the first snow falling quietly outside, and joy slowly bursting in my heart;

Miyako Yaeko is like snow falling deep in the forest. Most people want to approach her but dare not, and can only admire her from outside the forest, overwhelmed by her dangerous charm.

“They all look good,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Who looks better?" asked Miyako Yaeko.

"When it comes to external appearances, they are evenly matched; it's all about the internal qualities."

"Who looks better inside?" Miyako asked again.

"So far, I think they're all good. If I had to say which one is better, my relationship with you guys isn't that close yet, so I can't tell."

"Not familiar?" Miyako Yaeko asked tentatively, word by word.

“It’s not that we’re not familiar with each other, it’s that we’re not familiar enough to fully understand each other’s inner thoughts,” Aoyama explained. “We’re just ordinary friends.”

"Ordinary friends?" Jian Ai repeated, word by word.

Aoyama Ryo remained silent for a moment, going through his memories to check if he had said something wrong.

No.

“Friends aren’t divided into ordinary and special, but we’re different genders, so sometimes we need to emphasize ‘ordinary’—it’s hard to explain, do you understand what I mean?” Aoyama Rika observed their expressions.

"Ah, there are monkeys!" someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked over and saw a monkey hiding in the bushes, watching them.

"It's really a monkey!" Aoyama Risa took out her phone to take a picture and sent it to the Ono sisters.

See Ai and Miyako make eye contact.

"What do you think happened to him?" See above for more information.

"They like us, but they feel there's no future for us," said Miyako Yaeko.

"Perhaps they felt it was too hard and simply gave up." See the comments on Shangai.

"It's worthless."

“No ambition.”

"Excuse me, ladies." Aoyama looked at them with confusion. "What you just said, you usually only say when I'm not around, like when I'm in the restroom, right?"

"And they'll even play dumb," said Ai.

"Don't slander me!"

"Getting even a little closer, and my heart is pounding so hard I can hear it, and you call yourself just a friend?" said Miyako Yaeko.

This is a fact.

But despite the excitement, we're just ordinary friends!
“Alright, now I understand you both. You’re both equally beautiful, and your inner ugliness is exactly the same!” Aoyama Rihan said hatefully.

Seeing Ai look at Aoyama Ryo, she said, "Aoyama-kun, go to the restroom."

"Why?!"

(End of this chapter)