Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 210 Anonymous Letter
Two girls wearing the uniforms of Kaiming High School stood outside the door.

If they are disguised as aliens, superhumans, or time travelers disguised as high school girls, then they are probably not criminals.

One had a resolute expression, while the other looked hesitant, as if the former wanted to drag the latter along for a bungee jump.

It looks familiar.

I remember now, it is
"It's that chuunibyou!" the latter said, then quickly covered his mouth.

When Aoyama Osamu first came into contact with kendo, after leaving the kendo club, he did imaginary practice by himself in the corridor on the first floor from the club building to the teaching building, thinking that no one was around. In reality, he was surrounded by spectators.

"What's the matter?" Aoyama asked.

"Hello." The former had cold eyes and a face that was good enough to sit in the passenger seat of a luxury car worth four or five million, but his aura was somewhat domineering, making him seem more like the one driving the luxury car himself.

"Hello," Aoyama Risa returned the greeting.

"Excuse me, is this the Department of Greek Philosophy Studies?"

“The Department of Philosophical Studies in Athens,” Aoyama Osamu corrected.

"Isn't Athens part of Greece?" The latter had a delicate appearance and seemed easy to talk to, so much so that any boy would feel he could try to pursue her and would be willing to give it a shot.

"This isn't the time to talk about these things," the pretty girl in the co-pilot's seat interrupted. "We have something we'd like to ask your department for help with."

“The student council is next door,” Aoyama said.

“I just need some water to come to life, not glue or cement,” the co-pilot said.

"Mmm." The ordinary-looking girl nodded.

“The Service Department is in Soubu, the Human Observation Department is in Kamikawa, and our Athens Philosophy Research Department does not undertake any charitable work—please leave,” said Aoyama Rido.

"Are you the minister?" the co-pilot asked.

"No."

"I want to speak directly with your minister."

“I’m not trying to make things difficult for you,” Aoyama said with a slight sigh. “The student council president is also a member of the main club. Are you sure you want our help?”

The co-pilot and the civilian exchanged a glance.

"We can still make it if we leave now," said Aoyama Ritsu.

"It's too late." Miyako's voice came from behind. "Let them in."

Aoyama Rie was unable to help, so she opened the door wide and made way for him.

The co-pilot and the civilian hesitated as they entered the Athenian Philosophy Research Department.

Upon seeing Miyako Yaeko, the commoners immediately showed expressions of panic, despair, and impending doom.

“Sanzenin Sumire, Kurosawa Maiko,” Miyako Yaeko said, looking at the two women.

The co-pilot—who is none other than Sumire Sanzenin—didn't look too good either, unable to maintain her sharp edge.

The two were clearly not expecting that the student council president knew their names, so they could no longer pretend to be ignorant.

"What is it?" asked Miyako Yaeko.

To reiterate, under normal circumstances, the student council president would never have such power. However, since Kaimei High School belongs to the Miya family, Miyako Yaeko is essentially the principal's master—a capitalist superior-subordinate relationship, it's that straightforward.

Therefore, when Miyako Yaeko inquires about something, it is equivalent to the school starting to handle the matter.

The civilian looked towards the passenger seat—what to do?
The co-pilot fell into thought.

Aoyama Rika secretly returned to her seat, picked up Mikami Ai's book, and began reading while eavesdropping.

Seeing Ai glance at him, she unceremoniously took back her book, straightened it, and returned it to Aoyama Osamu.

Aoyama Ryo felt that she was meddling in other people's business.

He doesn't look at it.

"Miyashi, are you asking this as the student council president or as the head of the Athens Philosophy Research Department?" the co-pilot asked.

"It depends on what it is and your attitude."

The co-pilot took a deep breath, his eyes regaining their sharpness: "I would like to request that the Athens Philosophy Research Department review the wind ensemble."

"Didn't the brass band already win the gold medal at the Tokyo Metropolitan Tournament and qualify for the Kanto Tournament?" Miyako Yaeko's tone seemed to imply that as long as there were results, there wouldn't be any problems.

"Excuse my bluntness," the co-pilot said, "if things don't change now, the Kaiming Wind Ensemble will only make it to the Kanto Grand Prix this year."

Miyako gestured for her to continue.

"The advisor is a teacher who likes to focus on the third grade," the co-pilot said, adding just that.

"What do you mean?" Aoyama Risa wasn't involved in any clubs and didn't quite understand.

"When you're doing a part-time job, you put in the most effort, but the senior employees get paid more." See the explanation above.

"There's nothing we can do about it. That's just how Japanese society is. I think the best solution is to first become a long-term employee, or even a capitalist, and then implement reforms from the top down and from the inside out."

"But high school only lasts three years!" The co-pilot glared at Aoyama Ryo.

“I’m talking about the workplace,” Aoyama Rido said.

"Since the goal is the national championship, shouldn't we let the more capable players compete? Everyone has worked so hard for so long, only to have to pay the price for their so-called youth as third-year students. Is that fair?!"

“I’m talking about the workplace, and this is just my personal opinion,” said Aoyama Rido.

The co-pilot's gaze was extremely threatening; he might spit on him at any moment.

“Sumire.” Maiko Kurosawa gently tugged at the corner of the school uniform shirt in the passenger seat.

"Have you raised this issue within the club?" Miyako asked.

"Of course!"

"What did the consultant say?"

“The selection process involved everyone voting, but the advisors were the first to express their opinion, believing that the third-year students were of a higher caliber.”

"You think people will vote for third graders better because of the advisor's guidance?" Miyako Yaeko confirmed.

Just as the co-pilot was about to agree, the civilian suddenly interjected, "No, we can't be sure, so we'd like to ask the Athenian Philosophical Research Department to act as the judge!"

They may seem like ordinary people, but when it matters, they possess a courage that rivals that of a million-dollar luxury car.

For most of her life, she was in a state of confusion, but one day, suddenly, things became so clear that even someone like the passenger in the front seat found it dazzling.

"After changing the main players—no, after changing the personnel—can we guarantee a gold medal at the Kanto Tournament and a place in the National Tournament?" See the above question on iAsk.

"No," the co-pilot said, "but the chances are definitely better than they are now!"

"Have you considered how detrimental the personnel change would be to you, the consultants, and us if we hadn't won the gold medal?" Aoi asked again.

"Just tell me your true thoughts. If you think the third grade is better, I won't have any objections!" The co-pilot looked directly at Shang Ai.

"That's really impressive," said Aoyama Rido.

The co-pilot glared at him.

Even praising or admiring you gets me glared at?

"We came here not hoping for your favoritism!" the civilian said, mustering his courage.

"Evaluating clubs is your job, isn't it?" the co-pilot asked, looking at Ai.

"Yes."

"So? Do you accept this mission or not?" The co-pilot's tone didn't sound like he was asking for a favor at all.

“Of course.” Ai smiled. “My favorite thing to do is to create trouble for myself.”

Female con artist.

Once she encounters a problem, she will immediately try to solve it, as if her sleeve is on fire and she is in a hurry to deal with it.

The commoners secretly glanced at Miyako Yaeko, wondering what role she would play in this matter.

Regardless of what identity Miyako Yaeko uses, people cannot ignore the fact that she is the student council president, so the common people hope that she should not get involved.

“I’m not going,” said Miyako Yaeko.

Both the co-pilot and the civilian breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m not going either. I’m preparing for the Jade Dragon Flag competition, and besides, I only know how to play the recorder,” said Aoyama Riya.

"I'll go take a look by myself," said Shang Ai with great interest.

After school, Aoyama Risa ran to the police station dojo, practiced for two hours, then took a car home to save time, and continued practicing kendo for another two hours.

I read for two hours before bed to gather material for my novel.

July 16th, Friday, the last day of the first semester of the second year of high school.

Even at Kaiming High School, where the deviation score was as high as 76, the students couldn't contain their excitement and were restless in class.

—Especially in times like these, it's crucial to stay calm, System! Aoyama Ryou challenges himself to make sure the System teaches a lesson on this day.

The course chosen was a relatively serious political economy class—if the teacher started daydreaming and talking about other things, there was nothing Aoyama could do.

The long-term training paid off, and Aoyama Ryo was completely focused throughout the entire lesson.

The last period in the afternoon is not for classes; we'll be cleaning.

"Aoyama, want to go play after school?" Amakusa Sawa asked.

"Sorry, I've been in special training lately, preparing for the Jade Dragon Flag competition," said Aoyama Risa, wiping the glass.

"Good luck! We've decided to go to Fukuoka to cheer you on!" Inoue Misato said with a smile.

Kobayashi Shiki looked at Amakusa Sawa with a resentful expression. With others around, his plan to be alone with Inoue Misato was completely disrupted.

After cleaning the classroom, members of any clubs must also clean their club classrooms.

Aoyama Osamu then went to the Department of Philosophy Studies in Athens.

"How's the brass band doing?" he asked while mopping the floor.

"Some people have stopped coming to practice." Ai Mikami said cheerfully as she wiped the table.

Compared to her, Aoyama Rika, who felt guilty for taking Yulongqi's spot in the competition, was a moral paragon and the embodiment of inner beauty.

"Are you alright?" Aoyama Rie asked, a little worried.

"It's alright, I was just telling the truth. I wasn't involved in the specific allocation of places, so they won't blame me," said Ai.

"I wasn't asking if you were alright."

Seeing that Ai was looking him up and down, she smiled meaningfully and said, "The situation of Sumire Sanzenin and Maiko Kurosawa is indeed not good."

"Who are they?" Aoyama Ryo wasn't concerned about them.

To avoid further teasing from Ai, he clarified: "The Kanto Tournament is about to begin. Will the internal conflicts affect our performance?"

“If enough people want to win the national championship, they will naturally reunite,” said Ai Kan.

Aoyama Ryo stopped talking.

After cleaning up, the two left the clubroom together.

"Aren't we waiting for your older sister and Meiyue today?" See above for more information.

“Don’t talk to me like you’re my sister—I want to go to the dojo to practice as soon as possible,” Aoyama replied.

"I will go to Fukuoka to evaluate the kendo club. If you perform well, I will cheer you on."

Should I say thank you?

“Of course.” Jian Shang Ai nodded. “Anyone should be able to tell that ‘cheering you on the side’ is a way for me to cover up my shyness. My real purpose is to cheer you on.”

Aoyama Risa was not going to take the bait with such a superficial fishing method.

He even launched a counterattack.

"You'd better not come. I'm afraid I'll be tempted to show off in front of you and lose the game because of it," said Aoyama Risa.

Seeing that Shang Ai stared at him for a while, she smiled slightly.

"You're quite mischievous," she laughed.

"Each each other."

The two went to the shoe cabinet and prepared to change into their own shoes.

When Shang Ai opened the shoe cabinet, she found five letters inside, but she didn't pay them any mind.

Aoyama Ritsu wanted to come and see, not to watch the spectacle, but to gather material, but it would be impolite, so he gave up the idea.

Seeing that Shang Ai looked at him with concern, she smiled and opened the letters one by one.

When Aoyama Risa put his hands in his pockets, it meant something like, "What's there to be proud of? I receive that kind of praise all the time."

"Hmm?" When reading the third letter, Jian Shang Ai suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Aoyama Ryo looked over.

She handed the letter to him.

"Isn't this inappropriate? It's a love letter someone wrote to you." Aoyama Rika took it and immediately started reading it.

This is not a love letter, but a curse.

The entire text is filled with glaring words such as "meddlesome," "damn it," and "the whole school hates you, you know that?"

"The brass band?" Aoyama Risa looked at Mikami Ai.

Seeing Ai ponder, "The clubs I've offended aren't just the brass band."

"Are you ok?"

Who are they concerned about this time?

"It seems alright." Aoyama returned the letter to her.

I looked at it again with a sense of appreciation.

The baseball team was training, and the shouts were quite intense. Their summer vacation wouldn't begin until they were eliminated in Koshien.

The same goes for the track and field team, cheerleading team, wind band, and so on. Even though it's summer vacation, various sounds can still be heard from all over the campus.

As I approached the traffic roundabout at the school gate, I saw Shang Ai turn around and gaze at the campus.

"Is the person who wrote this letter looking at me somewhere right now?" she asked herself.

“Too many people are watching you, and among them, 99% like you. It’s difficult to find the ‘culprit’ just by looking at you,” Aoyama replied.

"You need to find a way to help me find this person."

"Me?" Aoyama Risa was unusually pleased, as if he were being asked to eat his leftovers. "I want to emphasize one point: being able to write mystery novels doesn't mean you can solve mysteries—don't have too many expectations of an author!"

"You mean you can only talk the talk, but can't walk the walk?"

"Most people can't do reasoning, right?"

She glanced at him, and although she didn't say it aloud, she was definitely thinking, "What a useless person!"
She pondered for a moment and said, "It seems the only way is to check the surveillance footage."

What's the point of reasoning if there's surveillance footage?
There are security cameras at the shoe locker area. Japan is known for having a lot of perverts, and among them, quite a few are shoe enthusiasts.

I really don't understand what's so great about shoes that I've worn before.

"Should we investigate?" Aoyama asked.

"Don't you want it?" Jian Shang Ai looked at him.

"You used to read these letters?"

“If every day were like today, I wouldn’t have to do anything in my life but read letters.”

“Yes, yes, you are the most popular person, even mosquitoes and cockroaches like you,” said Aoyama Ryou. “Since you don’t read these letters, the person who wrote them probably doesn’t want you to see them either.”

"A letter deliberately containing insults, but not intended to be seen?"

"After all, there are surveillance cameras."

“That’s no excuse for me to pretend I didn’t see it,” said Ai Mikami.

"And then what?"

"Make them apologize."

"Oh."

"What's wrong?" See above for more information.

“You receive many love letters every day. As I just said, even mosquitoes and cockroaches like you. If they knew someone was insulting you, wouldn’t they cause trouble for that person?” Aoyama asked.

"This person started the trouble I was in," said Jian Shang Ai, dissatisfied.

"After confirming who this person is, how about we secretly write them a warning letter?"

"You are a good man."

"I am not."

"Shy?"

"I don't want to be a good person; these days, good people don't get rewarded."

"Is this your way of hiding your shyness?" Jian Shang asked with a smile.

".Whatever you say."

(End of this chapter)