Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 190 Aoyama Ri’s Melancholy
Aoyama Risa walked with his hands in his pockets today, which means his health bar has moved above the red alert line.

To use the analogy from Dragon Ball, it's like the Saiyans voluntarily canceling their transformation.

"You didn't have any money before, so how did you develop such an arrogant walking posture?" Jian Shangai expressed her curiosity.

"It is precisely because we are weak that hedgehogs have quills. I walk like this to avoid being provoked by anyone."

"Did someone provoke you?" Miyako asked.

"No, except for normal insults."

“Normal insults?” Jian Ai asked, puzzled.

"I'll tell you about my past part-time jobs when I have time."

It's still raining today, and the track and field team is training in the indoor gymnasium.

There was a lingering dampness in the stadium.

Passing by the basketball and table tennis clubs, the three arrived at the track and field club's temporary area.

Compared to students in other sports clubs, the members of the track and field club are all tall and slender. I wonder if it's because they are tall and slender that they can run fast and stay in the track and field club, or if track and field makes people tall and slender.

"Training will begin now." The coach finished his speech.

All members of the track and field team lined up in two rows, assuming a starting position, with their right hands resting on the watches on their left wrists.

"Run!" the coach shouted.

As they pressed their watches, the members, in pairs, ran out one after another, somewhat like a slowly unfolding electric sliding door.

After the men's group finished running, it was the women's group's turn. The training programs and amounts seemed to be the same.

"Observe carefully," Ai reminded Aoyama.

"I'm watching." Did Aoyama Rie even need to be told?

Even the worst female members' legs are slightly longer than the average person's, with a healthy complexion and muscular, slender legs.

Exercise really can make you more beautiful.

Amakusa, a member of the tennis club, has a very full bottom, which makes her look quite perky even when she wears a skirt. Every time she stands up to answer a question, she completely blocks Aoyama Risa's view.

The track and field team ran lap after lap around the huge stadium, their spikes screeching against the floor.

This is the track and field group that specializes in training track and field athletes.

The long jump, hurdles, and throwing groups, which also belong to the track and field department, are also doing corresponding training.

The coach glanced at the three of them and shouted to the track and field team, "There's only one week left until the competition, so get running!"

"Yes!"

"What should we do?" Aoyama asked the other two. "In terms of expertise, we can't compare to the coach."

The coach, arms crossed and staring at his team members, nodded, seemingly acknowledging the students' efforts.

"Inspire fighting spirit," said Miyako Yaeko.

The 100-meter freestyle determines the team leader position, but in Miyase Yaeko's view, the only thing she lost was the power to decide 'which club to join today'.

"You really want me to give them massages?" Aoyama asked.

“The three of us each contribute in our own way; you can use massage as an example.” (See the track and field observation section above.)

"What method did you use?" Aoyama Ryo asked again.

"Coach, please have everyone stop for a moment and bring all the members over here," said Yaeko Miyagi.

The coach blew his whistle.

To outsiders, the whistles sound the same, but the track and field team members can hear the specific meanings behind them, such as "useless," "run faster," "what are you doing!" and "assemble."

Everyone assemble.

"The student council president has something to say," the coach said.

Everyone looked at the student council president, their gazes wavering slightly.

With her enchanted black hair, alluring yet aloof beauty, and commanding presence, she is a girl whom the world desires to conquer.

"Without delaying everyone's training time, I have a few things to announce," said Miyako Yaeko.

She said, "In the competition, in the event of a tie, the school will give priority to recommending those who win the bronze medal."
"The runner-up will be directly recommended; the champion can choose from three universities provided by the school."

The sports club was very disciplined; no one spoke.

However, some people were panting as if they had just run 200 meters at full speed, some were swallowing their saliva with difficulty as if they had just run 1,000 meters, and some were swaying as if they had heatstroke.

Standing outside the arena, Aoyama Ryo felt the heat around him rising.

Most students at Kaiming High School have some plans for the future, and very few of them have the frivolous attitude of "What's the use of going to university? I might as well not go."

Whether it's family education or personal experiences like those of Aoyama Rin, students at Kaiming High School are more 'pragmatic' than the average student.

Ai Kenjiro stated bluntly: "Third place, one million yen; second place, two million yen; first place, five million yen; the person who breaks the open record, one million yen; the person who breaks the grand competition record, five million yen."

She further explained: "The rewards can be claimed repeatedly; in the team competition, each person who wins the championship will receive five million."

She added, "Half of the rewards the team members receive are the coach's bonus."

It felt like an earthquake; everyone in the track and field team was shaking.

Five million yen is the annual income of many company employees, and most public school teachers don't even earn five million yen a year.

Money, university qualifications, track and field department, panting heavily.

The coach used to look at the team members with the same respect, but now he looks at them like they're donkeys in a production team.

"Do you have anything to say?" Miyako asked Aoyama Risa.

".No."

Miyako looked at the coach, who suddenly blew a whistle.

"Keep training!" he roared. "Those training for the 100m and 200m, stay here! The rest of you, get moving! Every minute lost must be made up for with even more sweat!"

The coach led the 100-meter and 200-meter groups in specialized training, starting from the starting blocks.

"In short-distance races, starting reaction and explosiveness are extremely important. Once you get first place, you'll unleash even more potential to win. Start training now!"

Four men and five women began practicing.

—System, starter launch.

[Start guidance 'quickly']

System·Aoyama Risa began doing some dynamic stretches, including high knees, hip kicks, lateral movements, and crossover steps.
The hip joint, hamstrings, quadriceps, calves, core, shoulders and back are deeply activated.

Because of the lack of exercise and injuries over the past few days, my body has been fully awakened.

System Aoyama Ryo left the trio and walked onto the training field, keeping a distance that wouldn't obstruct the others—actually, the system didn't want others to hinder it, so it also assumed a starting position.

The coach, the four men, and the five women all couldn't help but look at him.

System·Aoyama Ryo gazes ahead.

“Ignore him,” said Miyako Yaeko.

In other words, he can do whatever he wants.

Seeing Ai staring at Aoyama Ryo, his gaze was less warm and more calm than usual, his posture reminiscent of him playing baseball and wielding a bamboo sword.

"Ready!" the coach said.

Everyone leaned forward, shifting their center of gravity forward.

The air became thicker.

"Beep!"

The coach blew the whistle, so briefly it was as if it had never happened.

With a sudden push from their hind legs and a crushing force from their front legs, the group shot out like arrows.

Within a fraction of a second, the situation shifted from extreme stillness to extreme motion, creating a sense of oppression.

At first, the track and field team members were swinging their arms and sprinting forward, but the next moment, their attention was completely drawn to Aoyama Risa.

He was running in the lead.

In the eyes of Mikami Ai and Miyako Yaeko, Aoyama Risa was very different from the others. His strength seemed to be concentrated into one, while the others were like spilled water, and he was like a bullet fired from a gun.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The goal is clear: to be number one.

"Stop!" the coach shouted.

After rushing forward for more than ten meters, the group slowly stopped and returned to the starting point one after another.

System·Aoyama Risa crouched down at the starting line again, along with the track and field team, waiting for the coach's whistle.

"Prepare!"

Everyone stood up.

"Beep!"

Staring at the two absolutely beautiful girls of Aoyama Risa, it was as if they heard a "bang!"—that's the feeling Aoyama Risa gave off when she started running.

"stop!"

Everyone returned to the starting line.

This time, before saying 'prepare,' the coach added, 'The girls' group should rest first and carefully observe Aoyama's movements.'

After saying that, he added, "Get ready!"

The system, led by Aoyama Risa, and the five boys in the men's group, all stood up at the same time.

"Beep!"

After the women's group, it's time for the men's group to be observed.

Time and time again, Aoyama Ryo was always number one.

Now, whether it's the men's or women's group, when they stand behind and observe, they can't help but imitate Aoyama Osamu's actions.

Completely surrendered, body and soul. "I heard that Aoyama-kun broke Kaiming's 1500-meter record in PE class," a girl whispered.

"Wasn't it supposed to be an accident?"

"Look at the current situation, he's in first place every time he starts, how could it be an accident?"

"Aoyama-kun is a track and field genius!"

Even though nothing unusual had happened, students from other clubs in the gymnasium began to pay attention to this place as well.

Yaeko Miyase said, "Olympic champions must also train with their teammates. Any athlete who wants to become stronger needs a high-level training environment where they compete with each other."

"Is this his solution?" Jian Ai muttered to herself. "Won't this make my back injury even worse?"

"Qingshan, you can take a break now," the coach said from the field.

System·Aoyama Ryo is still crouching at the starting point.

"Aoyama, your back isn't healed yet," Miyako Yaeko reminded him.

The system, led by Aoyama, ignored her.

“Aoyama.” Miyako Yaeko emphasized slightly.

"Come home with me, I'll cook for you tonight," said System Aoyama Risa.

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

Aoyama Ryo kept his head down, otherwise they would have noticed that Aoyama Ryo's eyes were also wide open.

Miyako Yaeko pondered for a moment and said, "If you can't handle it, then stop. You're not a child anymore."

He glanced at her and thought she was too easy to win over.

After practicing for another fifteen minutes, Shang Ai couldn't help but say, "That's about enough."

"I'll cook for you tonight," said System Aoyama Risa.

“Your cooking isn’t even this good,” Ai replied.

Does this mean that, compared to Grade A cuisine, she found the dishes more delicious?

"Take a break," Ai said again, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

"You are permitted to stay overnight tonight," said System Aoyama Rido.

"Stay...stay overnight."

Does that mean I can play with the sheriff forever?!

No, wait a minute. As a young lady from a wealthy family, staying overnight outside isn't so simple, especially at a male classmate's house.

It's so great that Mika-senpai is Aoyama-kun's older sister and Mizuki-senpai is Aoyama-kun's younger sister!
"Beep!"

Only Aoyama Risa charged out, while the boys who started at the same time remained frozen in place like statues.

Cooking for the student council president and letting classmates stay overnight.
System·Aoyama Risa walked back, saying as she went, "Do you hate me? If you hate me, then surpass me in your areas of expertise."

Those who didn't know the situation thought he was motivating the track and field team.

Actually, it's just the system guiding and teaching Aoyama Rin how to unleash his greater potential.

At this moment, Aoyama Ryo...
—You could beat them up!

That doesn't seem good either.

Well, cooking and letting him stay overnight are not a big deal. Besides, he might not have the energy to cook after he finishes practicing.

As for staying overnight, it was just a casual remark; even if they met, their families might not agree.

Ten minutes later, Miyako Yaeko couldn't stand it anymore and tried to persuade him again: "Aoyama."

"You'll stay the night too."

"."

Fifteen minutes later, she saw Ai and said, "Aoyama-kun."

"I'll have the sheriff perform a backflip for you."

"A backflip?" Jian Shang Ai had seen cats do backflips before, but they were always accidental. This was her first time performing one.

“Aoyama,” Miyako Yaeko said again.

"Make what you want to eat."

“Aoyama-kun,” Ai said.

“I had the sheriff demonstrate walking on two legs.”

“Aoyama,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile, as if she had discovered something.

Two meals a day.

"Aoyama-kun." Ayame smiled as he looked at her.

"Let the cat perch on your shoulder and pose for a photo."

"Green Mountain."

Three meals a day.

"Aoyama-san."

--shut up!
Do you think I'm a broken slot machine?!
So despicable!

[Love in Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 97.5%]

[The Girl Who Rules the World: 97.5%]

"Alright," Miyako Yaeko interrupted, "Stop talking about eating, staying overnight, and backflips right now."

Seeing that Ai nodded, she said, "I'll skip the meal and the overnight stay. Just send me the video of the cat doing a backflip."

"I promise I'll stop when I can't hold on anymore, okay?"

The two of them reluctantly accepted.

As a result, System Aoyama Risa did not rest once for two whole hours, even after Miyako Yaeko and Mikami Ai tried to persuade him.

He only gave himself a simple massage between the coach's "stop" and "ready" commands.

After the event, Aoyama Ryo regained the right to speak. His arms, body, and legs remained under the system's control and were undergoing recovery.

Whether it was due to fatigue or better results, the system used a fascia gun and foam roller from the track and field department.

"Aoyama-kun, you're amazing!" The male members of the track and field club were completely impressed.

It wasn't just once or twice, it lasted for two whole hours. By the end, Aoyama Risa was so exhausted that he could only start running. Even during their rest breaks, they couldn't overtake him at the start—they were able to catch up quickly after the start.

“I’m a member of the track and field club, even if you’ve forgotten,” said Aoyama Risa.

Yes, a member who was forgotten by the track and field club and didn't participate in a single day of training is actually this amazing.

"Qingshan, have you considered participating in the competition?" the coach asked.

"I--"

Suddenly, Aoyama Risa raised his right arm and caught the basketball that was suddenly flying towards him.

"Sorry~ Sorry~" A basketball player jogged over, his wet, tousled hair making him look quite dashing.

Aoyama picked up the ball and smashed it hard.

"boom!"

The basketball player was hit directly by the ball and fell backward to the ground, his body even sliding a meter or two across the smooth floor.

--what you do?!

Everyone on the field was stunned.

Aoyama's ideal idea caused the system to be interfered with, resulting in Ono Mizuki being tied up.

"right"

“I saw it, he did it on purpose!” a female athlete from the table tennis team suddenly said.

Miyako's gaze suddenly turned cold.

“Check the surveillance footage,” she said.

Seeing that Ai had glanced at the basketball team member groaning on the ground, she said to Aoyama, "Let's go to the infirmary."

"Let's check the surveillance footage first," said Aoyama Risa.

Hopefully, it really was the other party who made the first move.

With the help of Yaeko Miya, the surveillance footage was quickly obtained. This basketball club member was really doing it on purpose. It seems that he had his eye on Aoyama Risa from the moment he walked into the gymnasium with the two beautiful girls.

However, judging from the force of the blow, the other party only intended to hit him once and embarrass him.

Aoyama Riki doesn't care how strong the other party is; as long as it's intentional, he supports the system, as long as they don't kill or maim the victim.

—That evens things out.

“I will transfer him to another school,” Miyako Yaeko said.

“The basketball tournament is in August. If we transfer basketball club members now, it won’t be good for the basketball club, and it will also damage your reputation,” said Aoyama Rido.

"My happiness is the most important thing."

Three meals a day.

"Three meals a day? Fine, I'll let him off this time, just give him a disciplinary warning," Miyako Yaeko said with a smile.

At this point, Ai said, "I will find a way to make his father lose his job, accumulate huge debts, and eventually become like you, needing to rely on part-time jobs to make a living."

"I'll make the sheriff demonstrate walking upside down!"

—System, I'm sorry, you really had no other choice.

"It was clearly the two of you who caused this, so why am I the one who gets hurt again?" Aoyama Rika said, looking very depressed.

(End of this chapter)