Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 187 Welcome to a World Full of Beautiful Girls
Having resolved the internal conflicts, Aoyama Ritsu asked, "What do we do today?"

“I’m going to test you,” said Ai.

"test?"

The two headed to the cheerleading club at a speed that was currently most suitable for Aoyama Risa.

On a rainy day, the cheerleading team trained indoors. They—not a single man—were wearing sportswear and training in a corner of the gymnasium.

The gymnasium was crowded, with all the clubs, such as track and field, tennis, and soccer, gathered there.

These clubs, which cannot train indoors, can only exercise their physical fitness and do some simple training in the gymnasium on rainy days.

For example, the track and field team reacts to commands and starts running, the baseball team performs short-distance double-person passing, and the soccer team dribbles around cones, etc.

The cheerleaders were among them.

"One, two, three." They followed the rhythm, practicing each movement one by one.

"Is this how you test me?" Aoyama asked, looking at Aoi.

Ai said to the cheerleading manager in charge of receiving them, "May I take a look at the costumes?"

The manager ran towards the team and whispered a few words to the department head.

"Stop!" the minister said to everyone. "Take off your tracksuits!"

"Yes!"

With a whoosh, the zipper was unzipped, the coat was removed, and the pants were taken off, turning everything into a short-sleeved shirt and skirt.

"Continue, one, two!"

All I could see were young, delicate skin, and countless pairs of girls' legs bouncing and hopping before my eyes, their skirts fluttering like jellyfish.

Seeing that Ai looked at Aoyama Osamu, Aoyama Osamu also looked at her.

“Child's play,” he said.

“Look closely,” said Aoi, gesturing with her chin toward the cheerleaders. “How can you judge without looking?”

Aoyama stared at him intently: "I don't understand cheerleading. How should I specifically evaluate it?"

"The completeness of the movements, the smoothness of the formation changes, the formation design, facial expressions, the captain's leadership ability, and most importantly, how you feel—do you want them to cheer you on? If they cheer you on, will your morale be boosted?"

"Understood." Aoyama Risa stared intently.

"Can I record this?" See the manager at Aiwen.

"of course can!"

Seeing that Ai was looking at Aoyama Ryo, Aoyama Ryo had already taken out her phone.

"Leave this small matter to me, Minister." He began recording.

The cheerleaders' dance moves were a bit chaotic from the start, and they were very concerned about Aoyama Risa's gaze.

Some girls, however, performed even better, deliberately using force to accentuate their curves and swinging their skirts high, of course wearing safety shorts underneath.

Just then, a person walked into the crowded gymnasium on a rainy day; she was wearing a student council armband.

Upon seeing Ai, he quickly walked through the crowd, dodging a volleyball team member who was retreating to receive the ball.

"Shang, the president wants you and Qingshan to go to the student council office," the student council member said.

"What is it?" See above for more information.

"The president didn't tell me, it seems to be very important."

Seeing that Ai nodded and said "Wait a moment," she looked at Aoyama Ryou.

"I'm leaving," she said.

Aoyama Risa was completely deaf, filming the cheerleaders from every angle. If her gaze were sharp as an arrow, the male students' eyes would have turned Aoyama Risa into a toothpick box.

Seeing that Shang Ai wasn't angry, she instead gave a slight, victorious smile.

She took out her phone, snapped a picture of the scene, and sent it to Miyako Yaeko.

[See above: Busy, please wait.]

As Aoyama Osamu was practicing his Japanese-style girl-photography skills for his summer vacation trip—or so he thought—a message suddenly popped up on his phone screen.

[Ono Mizuki: Aren't you happy, brother?]

Ok?
Aoyama looked around but didn't see Ono Mizuki, so there was only one truth: Aki had told on him!

[Aoyama Rika: I saw that she asked me to take the picture herself!]

[Mizuki Ono: Pervert!]

[Aoyama Risa: I'm innocent!]

[Mizuki Ono: Why don't guys refuse when they take pictures of girls? This is considered perverted.]

[Aoyama Rika: Wait a minute, my dearest little sister. I was planning to take photos of you and Mika-nee during summer vacation. Is that really weird?]

[Ono Mizuki: That's okay. Even if you're a pervert, my sister and I won't mind.]

[Aoyama Ryou: Let's discuss this in person when we get back.]

Aoyama Ryo put away his phone and walked towards Akihime.

"Why did you file a complaint?" he demanded.

"Does telling Miyako what you're doing count as 'telling on someone'?" Mikami Ai asked, puzzled.

"Aoyama-kun, the president wants to see you and Kagami-kun," the secretary said.

"Perfect timing, I also need to talk to her!"

Informers die! Today, let her know the ruthless and decisive nature of the system holder!
The three left the gymnasium and headed towards the club building via a sheltered corridor.

"By the way, please come this way, there's an elevator," the secretary said. "The president instructed that Qingshan's health hasn't recovered yet, so it's not advisable for him to climb stairs."

We arrived at the student council room.

"You also need to see me?" Miyako asked.

"I was just curious whether Mr. Kuze had plastic surgery, but thinking about it carefully, it's a matter of personal privacy, so I won't ask," Aoyama replied.

Let's let her off this time, for the sake of the elevator!
Miyako glanced at the two of them and said, "I need your help with something."

"What is it?" See above for more information.

"Sit down first."

They now have designated seats in the student council.

Both of them stood ramrod straight, but there was a difference: Aoi's posture was one of refined elegance, while Aoyama Rin's was one of the shackles of illness.

"Major sporting events will begin in mid-June."

Aoyama Rideau Baseball Club's countdown banner reads: "Only one day left until the Koshien tournament begins—tomorrow is just registration, the official start date is the 25th."

Miyako Yaeko continued, "I hope that during this time you will only focus on the clubs participating in the competition."

"Supervise them?" See above for confirmation.

"There's also guidance. We're all students from Kaiming High School, and in the national competition, winning honors is our top priority."

"Is it for the school's honor, or for your 'political achievements'?"

“Some people see failure as a mountain, while others see it as a stepping stone. I suggest choosing the perspective that makes you feel better,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

"Fine." Seeing that Ai didn't care, "As long as I can continue my studies in Athenian philosophy, I don't care which club I join. I'm not like Aoyama-kun, I'm not obsessed with cheerleading or girl bands."

“I’ve noticed you’re quite good at talking nonsense,” Aoyama Ritsu said.

"Take out your phone. If the videos of the cheerleaders and the photos of the girls' band don't make up more than half of the total, I'll apologize to you in the school's broadcasting department."

“What I mean by ‘nonsense’ is that you actually insist we’re studying Athenian philosophy,” said Aoyama Osamu.

"You think I'm not studying philosophy?"

"of course not."

"Watching cheerleaders dance and getting scolded is definitely not true," said Ai Jianshang with a smile.

“Then you underestimate philosophy,” said Aoyama Osamu.

Miyako Yaeko sized up the two of them: "Is it just my imagination? Your relationship seems to have improved?"

“If this is a novel where the male protagonist gets married in chapter 1000, our relationship is at most chapter 182.” Aoyama Osamu’s answer had the air of a novelist.

"Alright, whatever you want." After saying that, Miyako Yaeko changed the subject, "I'll be working with you during this time. Leave other student council matters to the vice president and secretary. The competition is the most important thing right now."

Seeing that Ai was looking at Miyako, Miyako was also looking at her.

The scene before us resembled a meteorite with a diameter of 30 kilometers streaking across deep space, which Earth curiously glanced at before its gravity captured it.

Izumi Ai is a meteorite, and Miyako Yaeko is Earth.

Aoyama Rika is a 21st-century human being.

With 21st-century science and technology, can humanity survive this catastrophe?
"Aoyama-kun." Ai looked at Aoyama Ryo.

coming!

Prepare nuclear weapons to destroy the meteorite!

Seeing that Ai continued, "Stay away from Miyako Yaeko."

"."

"And the answer?" "Understood."

Humanity will perish.

Miyako Yaeko wasn't angry; instead, she laughed. The fact that she was showing off at this level proved that there was really nothing between them.

She stood up: "Let's go, don't waste time."

At the same time, Miyako Yaeko gave the two a list of clubs that would be participating in the competition soon.

"The most recent ones are the track and field team and swimming team participating in the multi-sport competition; the judo team participating in the judo competition; the baseball team at Koshien Stadium; and the brass team participating in the All-Japan Brass Band Competition," said Aoyama Osamu as he walked.

"The track and field team and the baseball team are having physical training today, so we'll skip that."

Before Miyako could finish speaking, she saw Ai smile and said, "Go to the swimming club, Aoyama-kun likes it."

Miyako Yaeko stopped and looked at her: "Before we begin, it seems necessary to decide who will be the team leader."

“I am the minister,” Ai said.

“I am the student council president,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"I am one of the vast majority of the people!" said Aoyama Ryo.

“Choose one: Kendo, badminton, tennis, judo, or swimming,” said Yaeko Miyagi.

“I choose Kendo,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Floral cards, calligraphy, tea ceremony, fine arts, mahjong—the choice is yours." See above.

"Mahjong?" Aoyama Rika sized up Aoi, truly a case of not being able to judge a book by its cover.

A refined and beautiful young girl who knows how to play mahjong?
Miyako looked at Aoyama Risa: "Choose one out of ten."

What they're talking about is definitely something they're good at; no, it's not just about being good at it, it's about being better than the other person.

By letting Aoyama Risuke choose, it was practically handing over the power of victory or defeat to him.

Aoyama Risa didn't have many merits, but the principle of "returning kindness for kindness" was deeply ingrained in his heart.

“Swimming!” he said.

“Be careful of him,” Miyako Yaeko said.

“He’s no ordinary person,” said Ai-do.

"It could also just be a simple sex maniac."

"Not just a simple sex maniac."

"Excuse me, ladies," Aoyama interrupted them. "What you just said generally means that I'm not here, rather than..."

"Aoyama-kun, go to the restroom," said Ai-chan.

She's already learned to answer questions quickly.

Aoyama went to the restroom, and then the three of them headed to the swimming club.

At Kaiming High School, swimming is added to physical education classes whenever the rainy season arrives. If the water temperature is not warm enough, they train on land.

There is a heated swimming pool, but it is only provided to the swimming and water polo departments.

There is more than one swimming pool, separated by gender. However, men can freely enter and exit the women's pool, and women can freely enter and exit the men's pool.

Even swimming is an option, but so far no one has had the courage to do it.

Aoyama Ryo followed the two beautiful girls into the women's swimming pool.

The splashing pool gradually calmed down, as if the people inside had all left. They hadn't left, they had just quieted down.

"Stop swimming, the student council president is coming!" A female student pulled another girl who was swimming.

The captains of the women's swimming club and the women's water polo club quickly came over.

"President!" the two bowed.

After observing, Aoyama Ryo found that he preferred the women's water polo team.

"Excuse me for disturbing you." Miyako nodded. "The swimming club and water polo club match will start soon. Let's come and see."

"We are focusing on practical training and dare not slack off!" replied the head of the women's swimming department.

"We've started extra training recently, and we'll be coming to school on weekends. If we can participate in the finals, we'll arrange a summer camp for us!" reported the head of the women's water polo team.

“I trust both of you ministers; you are both very experienced,” said Yaeko Miyagi. “Also, I would like to borrow two lanes from the swimming club.”

Regardless of the reason for the loan, the head of the women's swimming team immediately nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

The two went to change into their swimsuits, leaving Aoyama Risa alone.

Imagine you're going to a lingerie store with your girlfriend or wife, and she's going into the fitting room. Your feelings at that moment are exactly what Aoyama Risa feels right now.

The surrounding area was full of high school girls wearing school swimsuits.

So shy!

"Aoyama-kun~" A girl waved enthusiastically to Aoyama Risa from the water.

How daring!

[Sunny Day Band: 51%]

The system felt the same way.

Aoyama Rika looked in the direction of the voice, and oh, it was Inoue Misato.

He smiled and waved to her.

"Is he Lord Aoyama?"

"You don't recognize him?!"

"She's not interested in handsome guys."

"now what?"

"Not now."

"He's only interested in Aoyama-kun?"

"I'm really interested! Does he have a girlfriend? What kind of girl does he like?"

After getting ashore, Misato Inoue dried herself with a towel and then walked over while putting on her tracksuit jacket.

The two ministers did not stop it.

Just like the head of the kendo club, he didn't stop Aizawa Jun from hosting Aoyama Osamu.

"Qingshan-kun, can you tell me secretly, what brings the student council president here?" she asked.

"When they were preparing to set up a temporary competition supervision team, the two of them got into a dispute over who should be the team leader, so they decided to settle the matter with a swimming contest."

Soon, the news spread, and the girls were buzzing with discussion.

"Close the door!" a girl said.

Why close the shop? Aoyama Risa couldn't understand them.

As soon as the door closed, he realized again that he was the only man in the room. He felt extremely insecure.

Fortunately, Ai came out quickly and changed into the swimsuit she had left at the swimming pool.

The school's competitive swimsuits are one-piece, high-cut, and backless; Aoyama Rion calls them the strongest!
It does cover the chest a bit, but it highlights the overall slender figure and beautiful back.

[Love in Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 96.8%]

Just seeing Aoi's swimsuit outfit made Aoyama Risa's mind wander.

For those aspiring to a career in literature, it is crucial not to rely solely on visuals.

Aoyama Osamu joked about his obsession with cheerleaders, but when faced with swimsuit-clad beauties, he might genuinely lose focus and try his best to capture videos from more angles.

And it will not be deleted.

—I understand now, that's why they closed the door.

Seeing that Ai walked up to Aoyama Risa, Aoyama Risa pretended to be looking at the scenery and admiring the girls in swimsuits by the pool.

She jokingly teased him, "Remember to keep your distance from the opposite sex."

“Speaking of which,” Aoyama Risa turned to look at her, “don’t you think there’s something unfair about this mutual oversight treaty?”

"where?"

"I get closer to more people of the opposite sex than you do."

"You mean I'm not as good as you?"

“Wrong. It’s precisely because I’m poorer than you, and my grades aren’t as good as yours, that more women dare to approach me.” After saying that, Aoyama Rito couldn’t help but say, “What a pathetic reason.”

She smiled when she saw him.

“That’s your own problem. You can make yourself better,” she said.

She added, "Upon closer reflection, it is indeed as you said. The only people who dare to approach me are those with power and money, including that Miyake."

“It was Miyake. I could never remember his name,” said Aoyama Osamu.

"It's not that I have a deeper impression of him, it's just that my memory is better than yours."

Aoyama Rika tolerated this level of humiliation, out of respect for her beauty and swimsuit.

(End of this chapter)