Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 211 Group B? Group A?
Aoyama Rika and Aika immediately returned to school.

Starting today, school summer vacation begins. If you miss today, you'll have to go to the recipient's house to secretly deliver letters in the future.

"Perhaps the other party wrote you this letter because today is the last day," Aoyama Ryo speculated.

“I threw away all the old letters. No one can guarantee that they didn’t exist before. This person might have been writing one every day,” said Ai.

Regardless of the circumstances, the approach will remain the same.

The two arrived at the student council room.

Life advice: Find a school owner to be your classmate. It's really useful. Everyone should take action now.

“Sure.” Accessing the surveillance footage was a piece of cake for Miyako Yaeko. “But show me the letter first.”

She added, "Accessing surveillance footage violates privacy, so we must confirm whether you actually received the abusive emails."

“You don’t need to explain, I know what you want to do,” said Ai.

“We can use ‘we’ here, and I know what she’s trying to do,” Aoyama Rido said.

The two beautiful girls glanced at him at the same time, both with a "what's it to you?" look on their faces. This is how a wife and her best friend would look at their husband if he said, "Maybe she has her reasons."

Aoyama Risa put his hands in his pockets.

Don't know what to do in an awkward situation? Just pretend to be indifferent or nonchalant.

After reading the letter, Miyako Yaeko took a picture and said, "I've kept it as evidence."

[The Girl Who Will Rule the World: 99.9%, 100%]

A week of reading, plus this research, has finally come to an end!

In a sense, I should thank this letter; otherwise, I would have had to spend two more hours reading tonight to gather enough material.

However, "[Love Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko]" also has a '99.8%' rating, so it's still worth reading.

"You've thought of everything so thoroughly, as expected of you!" Aoyama Ryo nodded in appreciation.

The two of them glanced at him again, both giving him a look that said, "Why are you talking so much today?"

“I’ve found inspiration for my novel,” Aoyama Osamu explained.

"Oh?" Miyako asked curiously.

“Things should be handled one by one. Can we check the surveillance footage first? The warning letter must be placed in the offender’s shoe locker before the offender leaves the school,” said Ai Jian.

The secretary, who always seemed to be pushing up his glasses, quickly brought over the surveillance footage.

While copying the video into the computer, the secretary adjusted her glasses and reported: "The identities of the five people are: the head of the men's archery club, a member of the railway club, the head of the mahjong club, a member of the gardening club, and a member of the milk tea club."

I received five love letters today.

"No one in the brass band? Wait a minute." Aoyama seemed to realize something and became puzzled. "As far as I know, the gardening club is all girls."

"Have you never received a love letter from a girl?" Seeing Shang Ai's expression, it seemed that receiving a love letter from a girl was a very normal thing.

“The members of the milk tea club are also girls,” said Yaeko Miyagi.

"Ever since you recognized the two girls in the brass band, I've been curious. Do you remember the names of everyone in the school?" Aoyama asked.

"Can't you remember?" Miyako asked, as if he couldn't even remember his own phone number.

Aoyama Ryo didn't think he was steak or lettuce, so why should he suffer the torment of being sandwiched between two slices of bread?

"President, it's done." The secretary placed the computer in front of Miyako Yaeko.

Miyako clicked play, and saw Ai and Aoyama approaching.

The secretary gently pushed up her glasses. It was one thing to see Ai, but why was Aoyama Ri standing so close to her? Didn't the chairman have any objections?

“I suspect the murderer is a female employee in the milk tea department,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Because she's a woman? Then why were the female members of the Horticulture Department ruled out as suspects?" Miyako asked.

How could someone who enjoys gardening be a bad person?

Miyako leaned slightly towards Ai Mikami: "Of these five people, who do you think is the most suspicious?"

"No," she replied after a careful examination. "I don't think I did anything to make them dislike me."

"Is it possible that a third party was commissioned to deliver the message?" the secretary said. "If that were the case, finding the real culprit would be very difficult."

“Why don’t we just send each of these five people a warning letter?” Aoyama Riki suggested.

"How to write it?" See iAsk above.

Four of them gave love letters, but instead they came over and scolded the recipient, which was inappropriate.

“I’ll write it,” said Aoyama Risa.

"You wrote it?" Jian Ai asked, puzzled.

“If I were a super admirer who would secretly open her shoe locker and take all her love letters from her admirers before she left school, then writing threatening letters would be understandable, right?” Aoyama Rido said.

Miyako Yaeko, Mikami Ai, and the secretary—all three girls wore expressions of 'incomprehension'.

“That’s certainly an option, but rumors might spread among your classmates that you’re a pervert, and they might actually start to believe you are. Is that okay?” Miyako Yaeko stared at him.

“I’ll remain anonymous. We’ll talk when they find out,” Aoyama Rido said.

He didn't care even when he was discovered.

As long as the Ono sisters are told the whole story and why he did it, they won't misunderstand.

It's exactly what others want for him to be seen as a pervert; it will save him a lot of trouble.

He hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back.

The only people who can write threatening letters without being suspected, besides perverted admirers, are boyfriends.

Aoyama Ryo couldn't possibly have been unaware of this, but given the choice between her boyfriend and the perverted admirer, she chose the perverted admirer.

I just hope these five people won't discover that 'the anonymous person is Aoyama Osamu'.

"Let me think about what to write. If you dare to write this kind of letter to Ai again, no, if you dare to write this kind of letter to Ai again, I'll kill you." Aoyama Risa wrote happily.

This isn't the first time Xiao Ai has been called that by a man of the opposite sex of the same age.

In the past, she would always formally ask the other person to change their address to "Miss Mikami" or "Miss Ai," but this time, she couldn't object and could only let Aoyama Osamu address her that way.

"Do you want to help Mikami Ai get revenge? Or do you want to protect the murderer and deliberately choose a compromise to avoid Mikami Ai's direct retaliation?" Miyako asked curiously.

"No, it's for research purposes," Aoyama Osamu said as he wrote.

"Everything is sourced from elsewhere."

Miyako Yaeko's statement was not a question, but Aoyama Osamu still replied: "This is the fate of novelists."

The secretary pretended not to hear, but in her heart she had already decided that she would go home and look for the novel written by Aoyama Osamu.

After placing the letters into the five people's shoe lockers, Aoyama Risa and Mikami Ai left the school again and headed towards the roundabout.

"I never liked love letters to begin with, and now it's even worse," Jian Shang sighed.

"It's all because of her beauty," Aoyama Risa laughed.

"I don't understand. Some boys, I don't know who they are, I have no memory of speaking to them, and I don't even have the impression of having met them, yet they can write me love letters."

Doesn't this just prove how stunningly beautiful you are?

"Do all men fall for beautiful women?" See the Q&A section above.

“Yes,” Aoyama replied.

"The same to you?"

"of course."

"Really?"

"real."

Seeing that Shang Ai looked at him, she asked, "Aren't you going to defend yourself at all?"

Qingshan thought for a moment: "If the soul is also beautiful, I would like it even more."

Seeing Shang Ai sigh as if she had a headache, I don't know if this is an explanation or if it makes her seem even more demanding.

The two arrived at the traffic roundabout.

"Goodbye," said Aoyama Risa.

"Goodbye." Jian Shang Ai nodded.

As the impressive 62s drove out of the campus, it suddenly dawned on Aoi that the next time they would meet might be in Fukuoka when the Jade Dragon Flag race started.

She instinctively wanted to turn around, but then she held back.

After watching 62s leave, Aoyama Ryo composed himself, took a deep breath, and started running.

—System, depart, destination 'Police Station Dojo'!
[Instructions for Getting Started with Running]

As the number of times his body was controlled by the system increased, Aoyama Ryo began to learn to enjoy the process.

The first thing to be clear about is that once the guidance begins, it cannot be stopped midway.

Since this period is destined to be 'guided', what's the point of complaining? It only makes this period seem longer.

With this mindset, it becomes easier to become fully focused.

Furthermore, regardless of Aoyama Risa's own talent, the efficiency of his special skills such as [Kendo], [Reading], and [Running] is improved.

Mindset is indeed a talent, and it is relatively controllable.

This mindset shouldn't only be applied to systems.

— I only now understand the principle of studying when it's time to study and playing when it's time to play.

Knowing the principle is one thing, understanding the principle is another, and putting it into practice every moment is yet another.

Aoyama Ryo felt that he still had a long way to go, whether it was going to the police station dojo or doing what he should do: "learn what you should learn and play what you should play."

When we arrived at the police station's training center, the timing was unfortunate; the A, B, C, and D training sessions had already begun, and half the time had already passed.

Aoyama Ryo changed into his black kendo uniform and headed straight for Team C. After the two fighters had decided their match, he quickly stood up, took his bamboo sword, and stepped inside the boundary line.

"I've won four straight, just one more win away," the defending champion said breathlessly.

Whether it's Group A or Group D, there are people who give it their all.

"Sorry." Aoyama Risa showed no mercy and promoted the other party to Group C.

Salute, walk to the starting line, and crouch.

"Begin!" the referee announced.

"Whoosh!" The two stood up.

"Aaaaaah!" The defender made a desperate attempt.

Despite the heat from running, his body remained as light as the wind. With a gentle push of his feet, Qingshan Li transformed into a wisp of breeze.

"Face!" the defender shouted.

"Hand!" Aoyama Riya drew his sword.

Before the defender could even raise his hand, Aoyama had already struck his right hand.

"Score by hand!" the referee announced.

Aoyama Risa walked back to the starting line, gently inhaling and exhaling, feeling very good.

After a swift five-win run in Group D, he was promoted to Group C, where the real challenge began.

"Score!"

Aoyama Risa quickly got up and went to the court. Others got up, but none were as eager as him. After all, losing three games in a row would result in being relegated to Group D.

Without absolute strength, it would take a lot of luck to win back five consecutive victories in Group D.

"start!"

Both of them squatted down and then stood up.

Aoyama Ryo didn't rush to attack. His opponent, like a soldier in dire straits, stared at him with a rifle that had run out of ammunition, as if Aoyama Ryo were a fierce tiger.

Such a high level of preparedness reflects not only the defender's character but also Aoyama Riki's strength to be treated this way.

He was one of the few people in Group C who occasionally managed to break into Group B.

However, most of the time it happens in the later stages, relying on [abundant energy] to win three games in a row when others are exhausted.

"Hand!" The defender suddenly attacked, moving as lightly as a swallow.

Aoyama caught it with his bamboo sword.

Just as he was about to push the attack away and retaliate, the opponent suddenly attacked again.

"noodle!"

Aoyama Risa, acting on instinct, tilted his neck to the left.

That was too dangerous; I almost got hit. He's definitely not on the same level as Group D. — Or maybe he's the real strongman in Group D, and I don't want to go head-to-head with him in order to keep winning.

In one round, the defending champion displayed a powerful offensive, while Aoyama Risa dodged with astonishing skill.

"Ah!!" the two roared simultaneously.

The swords clashed, using brute force to press against each other.

Their eyes were locked on each other, as if they were staring intently at one another.

The next moment, the two exerted force at the same time, retreating while simultaneously unleashing a retreating attack.

"noodle!"

"noodle!"

"Qingshan, score!" the referee announced.

"Qingshan's dodging and retreating skills are indeed very strong!"

"Let's avoid drawing our swords against each other."

Aoyama Ritsu became the defending champion.

When the challenger stepped onto the stage, Aoyama Ryosuke's slightly relaxed mind immediately tightened after seeing his opponent clearly; his opponent was also someone who was not afraid of "death".

Dropping a rank is nothing to them; they only want to fight the strong. There are such people in this dojo.

It's hard to say who was more valued by Grandpa Miyako, compared to 'skillfully allocating physical strength to strive for a better ranking'.

"start!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

Despite twice engaging in a sword-to-sword duel and using retreating techniques several times, Aoyama Riki was unable to defeat his opponent.

The people in Group C held their breath, afraid that in the blink of an eye they would miss the moment that would determine the winner.

【Evaluation Improvement】

[Force: C→B]

[Basic attributes have been improved, and a reward has been received. Do you wish to claim it?]

The body was covered by the heat wave in an erosive manner.

Has his strength increased? Aoyama Risa isn't quite sure, but he feels his fighting spirit has become even stronger.

—System, if I consistently stay in Group B today, I want a Strike Freedom Gundam!
"Ah!!!" With his fighting spirit soaring even higher, Aoyama Ryo charged forward.

Half an hour later, Aoyama Risa remained in Group B, with a cumulative record of two wins and two losses. He was just one game away from either being promoted to Group A or being relegated back to Group C.

The dojo master glanced at the time and prepared to get up and announce the end of the training.

"Wait a little longer," Grandpa Gong suddenly said.

The dojo master knelt down again, without any doubt, and looked at Aoyama Rin with a probing gaze.

In Group B, the outcome of the match has been decided, and the defending champion has returned to the starting line.

"Next one," the referee said.

No one got up, and everyone was a little confused. Although not everyone came to train every day, they all knew roughly when it would end—the timing was important and they had to pay attention.

It should be over by now.

Dressed in all black, Aoyama Rin knelt upright outside the arena, not rising from his seat.

No one can stop him from gaining freedom to assault!
but.

—System, if I enter Group A, make me a Stand user!
Aoyama got up.

Head towards the starting line.

Is it a drop back to Group C, even though [Strength] improved from C to B but there was no progress? Or is it the first time entering Group A?
Today is neither a weekend nor nighttime, and there aren't as many champions in Group A, but there are still many strong contenders.

"Start!" the referee shouted.

Because of the time limit, the dojo was unusually quiet, as if only their group was competing.

Both sides crouched down.

Get up.

Neither side rushed to attack; they probed each other like two venomous snakes.

Outside the dojo, Elsa Ame-no-Ue, with her blonde hair, walked in with her father.

“Aoyama-kun.” Elsa Amayu looked at Aoyama Ryo.

"Is he the one Elsa likes?" Elsa's father looked at Aoyama Ryo with great interest.

Grandpa Gong gave the dojo master a look.

The abbot stood up: "That's enough!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The war drums signaling a truce sounded.

Aoyama and the defending champion simultaneously sheathed their swords and bowed to each other.

Whoosh!
Suddenly, the defender drew his sword.

"Hands!" The bamboo sword, like a real blade, slashed towards Aoyama Risa's hands.

A chill ran down his spine; it felt as if he had been ambushed by a dark shadow, and his whole body went numb!

He rolled on the spot, then wielded his bamboo sword, viciously stabbing it towards the defender's abdomen, as if all his strength was being sucked away.

"Oh!"

The defending champion was knocked away and slid across the slippery floor before coming to a stop upon hitting someone.

Grandpa Miyako stared at Aoyama Risa and saw bloodshot veins in his eyes—a murderous gaze.

He slowly stood up, as if he hadn't seen the farce.

The dojo owner didn't care and waved for the instructor to handle it.

"Mr. Miyako!" Elsa's father greeted her with a smile as he strode forward.

Elsa Amane tried to walk towards Aoyama Risa, but he pulled her back and took her to Grandpa Miyako's side.

Aoyama Ryo, panting, looked at the defender surrounded by the crowd.

Some people were worried about the defending champion, some mocked him for his failed sneak attack and getting beaten instead, and some were still savoring the scene from just now.

Many people are discussing whether Aoyama Osamu has won and been promoted to Group A.

Some people think it doesn't count because no one shouted 'dou' and the competition had already ended;
Some people believe that these are not the key factors; Aoyama Risa's strength and luck are sufficient to qualify him as a member of Group A.

Qingshan doesn't care.

--system!
【Rewards are being drawn】

(End of this chapter)