Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 217 Fukuoka has a very bad reputation for crime!

Aoyama returned to the hotel and simply took a quick shower.

He takes several showers a day, afraid of getting sick from it.

"Did you win or lose?" Mizuki Ono asked.

"We lost." Aoyama Risa dried her hair. "Have you decided where to go?"

Neither of the Ono sisters spoke, but they both looked at him in unison, showing a great deal of understanding.

"What?" Aoyama Risa laughed.

After confirming that he had really lost, but didn't care about winning or losing, the two sisters had different expressions—Mika smiled, and Mizuki pouted.

"It'll be dark a little while, so we plan to go to Fukuoka Tower first. It's the tallest seaside tower in Japan!" Mizuki Ono said expectantly.

Aoyama Ryo is immune to these terms like "highest," "most," and "most environmentally friendly."

If you want it, you can make anything the 'best'.

For example, he himself is the most handsome.

"And at night?" he asked again.

“Go to Kawabata-dori Shopping Street and Nakasu, which is near the shopping street. I heard that there are many brothels in Nakasu.” Ono Mika smiled as she looked at Aoyama Osamu.

Ono Mitsuki also looked at Aoyama Ri.

"Do you think someone like me, who frequents Kabukicho late at night, would be seduced by a mere brothel in Fukuoka? Don't worry." Aoyama Risa was as relaxed as if she were about to participate in an elementary school sports meet.

The two sisters laughed.

Ono Mizuki grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.

The three tidied up briefly and then left the room.

In the elevator going downstairs, there was a three-second silence before Aoyama Risa said, "Ladies, we're about to begin our tour."

Two seconds later, the elevator doors opened, and the people who entered looked at them strangely.

Aoyama, Ono, and the other two pursed their lips, trying to suppress their laughter, as if they had just won the lottery and were trying to control their emotions so as not to be discovered.

When we arrived at Fukuoka Tower, we bought tickets and took the elevator up.

“I’ve never even been to Tokyo Tower or Tokyo Skytree, yet I came to Fukuoka Tower,” said Osamu Aoyama.

“Sometimes we don’t get a chance to visit the attractions that are right in front of us, and we end up going to other attractions first,” said Mizuki Ono.

Ono Mika nodded and murmured, "People are like that too."

"People too?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing." Ono Mika tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

The elevator takes you to the top floor of Fukuoka Tower.

"###Damn it!"

"###Yo!"

"ah!"

"###instigate!"

The three looked at each other, feeling as if they had arrived in South Korea.

“When I listen to Koreans talk, I’ve always had a worry that they might cough up phlegm,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Shh—" Ono Mizuki quickly told him to shut up.

Ono Mika looked around, worried that someone might have overheard what he was saying.

Koreans generally don't understand Japanese, but Koreans who travel to Japan are quite likely to understand it.

“It’s okay, I can disguise myself as a Vietnamese or an Indian,” Aoyama said.

"You can speak Vietnamese and Hindi?" Mika Ono was both amused and surprised.

"Just a little bit." Aoyama Ryo had learned this from the Vietnamese and Indians around him when he was doing part-time work. "Want to take a photo?"

He took out his phone and pointed the front-facing camera at himself.

The Ono sisters instinctively snuggled up to him; Mika smiled, and Mizuki cutely closed one eye.

"Say a word in Hindi for me~" Ono Mika asked expectantly.

"How are you; I'm fine. Thank you."

"Ok?"

"Won't the front camera look ugly?" Ono Mizuki was concerned about this.

“The three of us will look good no matter how we're photographed. Come on, let me take another one for you.”

The view from the tower is quite nice, with a view of the sea, but if you're short on time, Aoyama Risa doesn't recommend wasting your time on this tower.

However, if you're coming with family, a partner, or friends, you don't need to worry too much about the scenery.

Even in a brothel, you can have a great time with the right person!
The three of them went home only after they were exhausted from playing.

After taking a shower—and then another shower—Aoyama Risa walked out of the bedroom. In the living room, the two sisters, now dressed in their pajamas, leaned against each other, admiring the photos he had posted in the group chat.

A girl in pajamas has a special allure that makes you want to hold her in your arms.

"How did the filming go?" Aoyama asked.

"Not bad, you have potential, Ri-chan. Mizuki-sama has high hopes for you." Ono Mizuki reached out and patted him on the shoulder in an approving manner.

“Sister Meihua, I have a suggestion.” Aoyama Rika sat down, and the two sisters smelled sweet.

Even though we're using the same shower gel, the scents are different.

"Hmm?" Ono Mika looked up at him.

"I think our family needs a camera to record our lives."

Ono Mizuki's eyes lit up.

“If you take a photo with your phone and win a photography award—any award, even one organized by the school—I’ll approve the funds for you to buy it,” Mika Ono said with a smile.

"That's easy!" Aoyama Risa exclaimed confidently. "With you guys as my models, we're guaranteed to win an award!"

"You're cheating!" Although she was accusing him, Ono Mizuki's expression showed that she really liked what Aoyama Osamu said.

The three of them laughed and joked, chatting about photos, tourist attractions, the past, and the present.

After the two returned to their room, Aoyama Ryo hesitated for a moment before deciding not to go to the kendo room to practice, as he had taken too many showers that day.

It's summer vacation now, and people are still going on trips. Even the Ono sisters aren't studying anymore. I might as well take a day off.

Back in his room, Aoyama Ryo lay down immediately.

It seemed that due to the relaxation of his will, the fatigue hidden deep in his body slowly surged up, like water slowly swallowing him.

A drowsy feeling enveloped me like a light veil.

Sleeping at 11:30 pm is a healthy time.

No, that won't work.

Aoyama Risa suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up, got out of bed, opened his notebook, and began writing "The Girl Who Rules the World".

You have a reason to rest today, but you might not have a reason to take a day off tomorrow.

Fortunately, once you start writing "The Girl Who Rules the World," stopping becomes something that requires willpower.

Every smile and frown of the girl in the book is captivating.

When describing a woman's figure, let alone setting the scene that "the characters in the book were so attracted to the girl's figure that they didn't pay any attention to the details at the time," even readers would overlook it.

As he wrote, Aoyama Risa began to miss Miyayo Yaeko.

Where is she? What is she doing now?
--horrible!
Aoyama Osamu quickly stopped writing, opened the manuscript of "Detective A," and randomly clicked on a page to read.

What is Jian Shang Ai doing now?

Will you travel somewhere? Or will you stay in Tokyo to relieve the fatigue of studying?
—Aoyama, I'm going to punch you.

He stood up, did some exercise, stopped when his body started to feel slightly warm, and then continued writing "The Girl Who Rules the World".

hum~
Aoyama wrote two more lines before reluctantly picking up his phone.

[Tianyu Elsa: Just finished training]

[Elsa Tenyu: I'm sorry for today, please guide me tomorrow]

[Aoyama Rika: Let's not contact each other anymore.]

After a moment's hesitation, Aoyama deleted her contact information.

He himself felt that doing so was too ruthless, but continuing like this would not benefit either party.

After putting down his phone, Aoyama Risa suddenly remembered the figure of Elsa Amamiya, who had been running beside him every dawn and night during the study sessions held in Okinawa.

I hadn't thought about it once since I came back from Okinawa, but now it's suddenly popped into my head.

After a moment of silence, Aoyama Risa placed his hands back on the keyboard.

Tuesday, July 20th.

At four o'clock in the morning, Aoyama Risa got up, changed into her workout clothes, and went to the hotel gym.

It's beautiful and professional, giving you the feeling of being in a machine factory.

—System, speed

[Start Your Quick Guide]

Instead of heading to the treadmill, System Aoyama Risa started doing barbell squats.

Aoyama noticed a detail: when squatting down and standing up, the system exerted force with its heels, seemingly simulating a starting race.

In addition to training lower body strength, explosive power was also developed through box jumping.

Then comes the treadmill.

Set the incline, sprint at full speed, then recover by walking slowly; recover by running at high speed and then jogging slowly.

At five o'clock, the gym started to get crowded.

Everyone glanced at Aoyama Ryou silently before going off to train on their own.

At 5:11, a woman with a very shapely bottom struck up a conversation with him.

"Hello."

"Get out of the way," System Aoyama replied, swinging the battle rope.

The woman with a very prominent bottom frowned, muttered something under her breath, and left.

After a while, a man with a similarly prominent buttocks struck up a conversation. "You can't train like this. Let me teach you."

"roll."

The man with the prominent buttocks blushed: "This is for your own good. I'm a professional coach!"

He just wanted to attract the attention of women with big, perky butts.

System·Aoyama ignored him.

“I told you, doing this will damage your shoulders and lumbar spine.” He raised his hand and grabbed Aoyama Rin.

System·Aoyama Risa grabbed him with a backhand and tied him up with a battle rope in a few quick movements.

The system, led by Aoyama Ryo, turned and walked towards the resistance sled to perform a weighted push.

"Why are you treating an older person like this?" asked an elderly man who looked to be of a certain age and status, whose arms showed obvious signs of exercise.

"That's too rude!" said the woman with the pert buttocks.

Soon, half the gym was either strapped to a training bench, hung on a pull-up rack, or pressed down on a bench press rack with a barbell of just the right weight.
How should I put it? It's as if Jackie Chan came here.

The hotel received the notification and rushed over.

"That's the guy!"

"How could they let such a rude person stay in a hotel!"

Early in the morning, the hotel manager was covered in sweat.

"Save people first!" he ordered the waiters.

It took a long time to rescue people, as everyone knows. His system nickname is "Ito". The character "Ito" suggests that he is very skilled in the art of ropes.

As for those that are weighed down by heavy objects, the waiters can work together to move them, but they must be careful not to accidentally crush the guests.

The rescued people, like a swarm of bees whose hive had been disturbed, were about to rush towards Aoyama Rin.

"Please calm down, sir!"

"Don't fight!"

"Let me go! I'm going to beat this kid to death today!"

"Is this how you manage things? You're not even going to make him kneel down and apologize!"

"I want to call the police!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" The manager kept apologizing, but he wouldn't let go, his clothes were almost torn off.

"We must stop them! We can't let the guests start fighting!" he shouted, encouraging the waiters.

The waiters held off the swarm of bees, and behind them, System Aoyama Ryo focused intently on jogging frequently up the agility ladder.

At six o'clock, Aoyama Ryo silently left.

"You just let him go like that?!" the bees exclaimed incredulously.

"Call the police!" Someone actually called the police.

Aoyama couldn't figure out the outcome because he didn't see the police.

Miyako Yaeko spoke directly to him.

The moment the phone rang, he felt the same fear a husband would have when he was taking a female colleague home and suddenly saw his wife calling.

—One person does the work, and one person takes the blame!

—System, answer this!
Clearly, the system is not a person.

Aoyama answered the phone.

"Wow, Aoyama-nii-san is amazing!" Miyako Yaeko exclaimed with a smile.

I got home at 2 a.m., and my wife even asked me if I was hungry—that's roughly the feeling.

"I'm sorry," Aoyama apologized first, then immediately added, "They attacked first!"

"So you just beat them all up?"

"Beat? Does this count as beating? I think it's just a friendly sparring match."

Regardless of whether it was a beating or a friendly spar, Miyako said, "You won the Jade Dragon Flag Championship, which offsets my help this time. No objections?"

Wouldn't that have been a waste of time?

"Could I possibly have even the slightest suggestion?" Aoyama asked cautiously.

The person on the other end laughed.

The ups and downs of laughter were delightful to hear.

Let alone canceling this opportunity, Aoyama Ryo would be willing to owe her an opportunity right now. This is an exaggeration to describe the charm of her laughter, not that she would actually agree.

Aoyama Ryo kept himself calm.

We must remain calm in all aspects.

“This is negotiable,” he said.

"How do we negotiate?" Miyako's voice sounded more like a delaying tactic than a negotiation.

"I can give you a larger share of the profits from 'The Girl Who Rules the World'."

"Do you think I'm short of money? As long as I can publish this book, it proves my ability, and that's enough for me."

Aoyama Risa felt like a crab caught in someone's hand, unable to use its claws to hold onto the other person.

He gave up struggling and asked, "What do you want?"

“I’ve taken care of this for you,” Miyako Yaeko confirmed.

"Yes."

“The other party is a customer, while we are a hotel that provides services; there are quite a few of them, and their status is not low, so they can all be considered people.”

"Yes."

"When I get to Fukuoka, I want you to write a thirty-page manuscript in front of me."

Aoyama was stunned. What kind of request was this?
“Just the two of us,” Miyako Yaeko added with a slight smile.

"."

If Yaeko Miyase is Titanic, then Elsa Nagato is as pure as Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone.

"Could you wait until I return to Tokyo after the competition?" Aoyama asked.

"Abstain from sex before the competition?" Miyako asked.

"Just accept it as is."

Miyako laughed again: "I'm just kidding. I'll come to your house, treat you to a meal, and then I'll just watch you write a page."

Aoyama Ryosuke, on the contrary, became uneasy.

Elsa Amane held his hand, while Yaeko Miyagi directly grasped a part of his heart.

She also used the technique of praising by first criticizing.

Even knowing all this, Aoyama Ryo was still uneasy, fearing that his defenses would be breached.

"Okay," he agreed.

I must finish writing "The Girl Who Rules the World" as soon as possible, at least to get rid of the influence of the book.

After hanging up the phone and taking my first shower of the day, I was writing furiously in the living room when the Ono sisters suddenly woke up.

"Getting up so early?" Aoyama asked, puzzled.

"Hehe, getting ready to go eat breakfast at the hotel~" Ono Mizuki's sweet face was beaming.

Aoyama saved the manuscript, shut down the computer, and the three of them went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.

It was exquisite, but the taste was neither good nor bad. Considering it was free and the dishes were plentiful, I was quite happy with my meal.

Some people were looking at Aoyama Rin strangely.

"Why are they looking at you?" Mika Ono asked in a low voice, puzzled.

"Maybe they think I'm handsome, or they're jealous that I'm with two beautiful girls," Aoyama Riya replied in a low voice.

Ono Mika glanced at him with a smile.

"What are the plans for today?" Aoyama Risa asked, raising his voice.

"We're going to the mall during the day. My sister promised to buy each of us two new outfits and 10,000 yen in pocket money!" Ono Mizuki said expectantly.

“That’s great.” Aoyama Riya smiled.

"Rin, if we go out during the day and at night, won't that affect your training?" Mika Ono asked.

"will not."

"You don't have to come during the day, you can stay with us at night."

Qingshan thought for a moment and said, "Then what about my two sets of clothes?"

Both sisters laughed.

"You'll get your share!" Ono Mika said reproachfully.

That gentle smile and affectionate attitude were like honey dripping onto the green hills and soothing the heart.

"Alright then." Aoyama Rika felt relieved. "You guys need to be careful during the day too, Fukuoka isn't safe lately."

"Hmm~"

After dinner, Aoyama continued writing his novel, and the two of them studied for a while.

At nine o'clock, they went out.

With no one else around, Qingshan Li, a hot-blooded young man, naturally had to do something shady.

—System, Kendo!

hum~
Wait a minute!
It was a phone call from Jun Aizawa.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Qingshan, practice match, are you coming?"

Green Mountain longs for that brilliant golden hue.

But we'll have to compete together sooner or later, so rather than facing an awkward situation later, we should start cultivating an 'indifferent attitude' now.

"address."

(End of this chapter)