Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 220 How to become a time management master?

"Are you really not coming?" Aoyama Osamu finally confirmed with Aizawa Jun and Higashiura Kana.

“I’m not coming!” Higashiura Kana replied.

After a brief pause, she repeated with even greater determination, "I'm really not coming!"

She didn't have any particular ambitions regarding kendo; she just wanted to enjoy club life happily.

If life must include a portion of hard work and perseverance, she would rather dedicate it all to studying.

Jun Aizawa hesitated.

Because he had asked Aoyama to guide them, and as a man, he certainly couldn't refuse outright—what he thought in his heart was one thing, but he certainly couldn't admit defeat immediately.

"Can't we really try a different approach to instruction?" Jun Aizawa asked earnestly.

“No.” Aoyama Risa had no choice. “There are only three or four days left before the Jade Dragon Flag competition starts. It’s two hours a day. Just bear with it and it will pass. Didn’t you tell me? The athletes from prestigious schools like Tsukushigaoka usually train from dawn to late at night. They work very hard.”

“I’ll forget about it.” Jun Aizawa smiled bitterly.

Because of the intense pain, his thoughts were not that he only needed to endure it for three or four days, but rather what changes could possibly occur in three or four days.
Aoyama Risa and Aizawa Jun were just friends, and instructing them in kendo wasn't a big deal, so he stopped trying to persuade them.

He looked at Elsa Tenyu.

"Let's exchange contact information so we can easily confirm practice times." Having just deleted someone yesterday, saying something like this today made Aoyama Risa quite embarrassed.

But he still insisted on saying it.

Tianyu Elsa looked at him and laughed; the goddess's face, covered in sweat, was radiant.

Aoyama Ryo's mood changed from awkward to embarrassed.

On the train to the hospital, Kana Higashiura looked at Elsa Amamiya, who was holding a phone with a chat interface between her and Osamu Aoyama on the screen.

"Do we have to look for that long?" Higashiura Kana found it both funny and amusing. "Many people have his contact information, including me."

“Mine is different from yours.” Tianyu Elsa stroked her phone screen as if wiping dust off a trophy.

"He's just using this to make it easier for you to contact him. Don't get any expectations out of it," Higashiura Kana couldn't help but remind her, worried that she would be hurt again.

But will Elsa Tenyu be hurt?
"Elsa, it's amazing that you could stick to that kind of domestic violence training." Higashiura Kana couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

In the past, even though Elsa Tianyu trained harder than her, she would still envy her talent. But not anymore, because Elsa Tianyu could endure that kind of hardship, while she herself couldn't.

Aoyama Osamu's suffering was to this extent—whenever he achieved something, others would think it was deserved.

"I want to thank you all." Elsa Tianyu put away her phone. "I'll pay for the hospital check-up later."

A way of repaying a debt of gratitude that brings absolutely no joy.

"By the way, don't you guys find it strange?" Higashiura Kana first looked puzzled, then thoughtful. "Given the strength that Aoyama-kun showed today, it's impossible that he lost to the general of Tsukushigaoka yesterday."

"In other words, he didn't transform yesterday," Jun Aizawa pondered.

"'Transformation'?" Elsa Tenyu asked curiously.

"What exactly is it?" Higashiura Kana also asked.

"I don't know either," Jun Aizawa replied, looking slightly confused. "Aoyama said it himself, so we shouldn't press him for details."

"This person is so mysterious." Kana Higashiura stroked her chin, striking a classic detective pose—she might even be smoking a cigar.

She suddenly laughed and looked at Tianyu Elsa.

"Elsa, the important task of uncovering the mystery surrounding Aoyama-kun is entrusted to you!"

“I’m curious too.” Elsa Amayu laughed again.

The passengers on the tram, who had been peeking, suddenly felt embarrassed to look anymore; it was too beautiful.

After a hospital check-up, the results came back normal; all three were in good health.

"I need to have follow-up checkups tomorrow, the day after, and after I return to Tokyo, otherwise I won't feel at ease." The two hours of agonizing ordeal left such a deep impression on Kana Higashiura.

It's safe to say I was terrified afterwards.

After the three left, Aoyama Ryo hesitated about whether to take a bath.

Under the system's control, the body didn't even sweat—perhaps, as a 'teacher,' not sweating is a way to make students more convinced and then more obedient.

After analysis, it was determined that he did not wash it.

Continue writing.

The Ono sisters barely made it back before lunchtime.

"That was close! I almost got lost!" Mizuki Ono breathed a sigh of relief.

When Aoyama Osamu, Aizawa Jun, and even Ono Mika said they almost got lost, others would only sigh that Fukuoka was really hard to navigate. But when Ono Mizuki said she almost got lost, everyone would be very worried about her.

Not only because she is petite, like a primary school student, but also because she is too sweet and too cute!

Who wouldn't be scared if they almost lost a priceless treasure?
Aoyama Risa suddenly felt that Miyako Yaeko's grand reception of him might not have been entirely a joke; she might genuinely be worried that he hadn't stayed in a sufficiently safe hotel.

and many more.

He recalled the time when Miyako called him "Aoyama-nii". Could it be that Miyako's closeness to him was actually the same as her closeness to Mizuki?
Is it family affection?
Was he just deluding himself all along?

So it turns out you didn't want him to be a gigolo, but rather to be family?
While the Ono sisters were taking a bath, Aoyama Riya also took a quick rinse.

The three of them had lunch together at the hotel.

After lunch, the two sisters took a nap, and Aoyama Risa wrote "The Girl Who Rules the World".

Books are important. Ono Mika gave each of the other two 10,000 yen as pocket money, and she herself definitely received less.

Their current savings are not enough to make them feel financially secure.

The two sisters didn't go out in the afternoon. After studying for two hours, they admired their morning's spoils—photos, of course, were also spoils—and planned where to go in the evening.

Aoyama Ryo didn't study; he only wrote articles and practiced kendo.

Where does time go?

I really want to enter the Hyperbolic Room in Dragon Ball, stay there for three years, and only begin this life after achieving A in all human skills.

"How to balance study and life is truly an art," Aoyama Ryo remarked.

"The capable should do more work, brother, you've worked hard~" Ono Mizuki massaged his shoulders—Aoyama Ryo was sitting and writing a manuscript, not standing up.

Why didn't they provoke him?
"Wait a minute." Aoyama Risa dodged her hands. "What are you up to?"

"Using the word 'attempt' is too much! We're siblings, what's wrong with a sister giving her brother a massage! Come on~"

"Wait, wait, wait!"

"Come on~"

"No!"

"Come on~Come on~"

"I do not want!"

Ono Mizuki forcefully massaged his shoulders and legs, then, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank, she laughed and said, "Brother, will you buy me something to eat tonight?"

"I knew you weren't trying to be nice. Where's your ten thousand yen?"

"I have other uses!"

"What's the use?"

"Never mind that, I gave you a massage anyway, so you have to buy me food tonight!" Ono Mizuki said, hands on her hips.

Aoyama looked at her, then at Ono Mika.

He stood up and walked towards Mika Ono.

"What...what should I do?" Ono Mika curled up on the sofa.

"Sister Meihua, you've gone to so much trouble taking care of such a naughty little sister as Meiyue. Let me give you a massage," said Aoyama Risa.

"Li, wait a minute!"

"Come on~"

"No!"

"Come~"

"Don't don't!"

"Come on~Come on~"

"Brother! How could you force my sister like this!" Ono Mizuki exclaimed angrily. "And you didn't even take me with you!"

She leaned closer, her eyes crinkling into crescents: "Hehe, sister, let me massage your feet~"

"You two. Ah~"

Finally, while tidying her messy hair and clothes, Ono Mika said, "This is the last time!"

She got a lot of gold coins.

Ono Mizuki raised her fist at Aoyama Osamu.

Aoyama Risa bumped fists with her.

Ono Mika rolled her eyes at the two of them, though she was annoyed, but with a hint of a smile.

Fukuoka tonight is flush with cash and indulging in extravagance.

July 21st, Wednesday, was my third day in Fukuoka.

At four in the morning, after some hesitation, Aoyama Ryo went to the gym anyway.

The most dangerous place is the safest. After what happened yesterday, no one should bother him today, right?

No more.

He got into a conflict with so many people, called the police, but the police didn't say anything, the hotel didn't kick him out, and he didn't even apologize. He still came to exercise today.

Seeing Aoyama Ryo focused on training, the person who was initially angry suddenly changed their mindset.

They thought: Why would we be so presumptuous as to provoke such a powerful person who only does his own thing and doesn't bother us?
Aoyama Rin's focused demeanor gives off an unusual sense of ordinariness, making him seem naturally superior.

In fact, anyone can do it, just as everyone can become light; the power of focus is beyond imagination.

After finishing his workout, Aoyama took his first shower of the day.

His [Speed ​​C] didn't improve, nor did his [Kendo C], and he started to get a little anxious.

"Don't keep me waiting." Aoyama Risa dried himself off.

Having breakfast with the two sisters, the three of them discussed today's itinerary.

“Just like yesterday, we spent the day in indoor places like shopping malls, rested in the afternoon, and then the three of us went out together in the evening,” said Mizuki Ono.

"Okay." Qingshan Li nodded.

“Rin,” Ono Mika looked him over, “is it really not affecting your practice?”

“It won’t affect anything,” Aoyama Risa laughed. “I’m a genius.”

"Tell the truth!" Ono Mizuki scolded.

"Mizuki is so cute."

"Let's skip the truth." Ono Mizuki chuckled.

Suddenly, she became serious again, staring at Aoyama Rin: "Tell the truth." When she treated you like this, people would tell the truth, not because she was serious, but because she was adorable, and no one could bear to deceive her.

“There’s just not enough time,” Aoyama replied.

"Then let's not go out tonight." Ono Mizuki looked at Ono Mika. "Is that alright, sister?"

“Of course,” Ono Mika nodded.

“We can play during the day too, the only one who can’t play is you, hehe~” Ono Mizuki laughed happily.

"That's why I don't want to tell the truth!" Aoyama Osamu complained, but a happy smile played on his lips.

All three of them laughed.

"After the Jade Dragon Flag event ends, I'll play with you guys for a good time," said Aoyama Risa.

"You have to work hard. We came to Fukuoka specifically to cheer you on!" Ono Mizuki urged, her voice barely a meter and sixty centimeters high.

“It was true at first, but it’s hard to say now.” Aoyama Risa sipped his milk.

The two sisters laughed again.

After breakfast, the two sisters went out before the sun got too hot.

Aoyama Ryo changed into his kendo uniform and entered the kendo room.

--system!
[Begin 'Kendo' instruction]

Sword swing, sword swing, sword swing.

Each sword strike felt like unleashing all the strength in one's body, and then a new power would seep out from the depths of the body.

The process wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either.

After two hours, and with his body well-rested, Aoyama Ryo felt two different things compared to yesterday.

First, he doesn't need a bamboo sword; with just a little force, he can feel the power of wielding a sword.

He tried it out, punching the blanket. The blanket dented not in a circle, but in a slit, as if he were holding a long weapon.

What's the use? Almost none.

Are you expecting to use this against yakuza or modern weapons? Why take the risk? Just let the system handle it.

Unfortunately, whether it works or not, it won't dampen Aoyama Ryo's determination to continue training.

My second feeling is that while my body size hasn't changed, I feel more solid.

There was no time to think about these things. Soon, Elsa Amayu would be arriving at the hotel, and Aoyama Ryo had to consider another crucial question: to go for it or not?

Forget it, I won't go for it.

At 9:30, Tianyu Elsa arrived at the hotel.

A young man and a young woman, sharing a hotel room, are bound to experience some rather intense things.

Elsa Tenyu felt both pain and joy.

Two hours later, both sides were satisfied.

"Lord Aoyama, with your strength, why did you lose to the general of Chikushigaki?" asked Elsa Tenyu.

She doesn't accept anyone's tasks, not to complete Higashiura Kana's mission; she only does what she wants to do.

She asked Aoyama Rika this question simply out of curiosity.

"What do you think?" Aoyama asked in return.

“I don’t know,” Elsa Tenyu replied.

"You'll understand once you've spent enough time with me. Go back."

Tianyu Elsa didn't persist, having learned her lesson from the 'deleting chat method after holding hands'.

At noon, the Ono sisters returned, and Aoyama Osamu took a bath with them—meaning they took baths at the same time in different bathrooms.

“Akika and the others said they’re coming,” Ono Mika said during lunch.

"All four of them are coming?" Aoyama asked.

"Yes, Akika, Sakura, Yume, Rino, come on over!" Ono Mika said happily.

Looking at her, Aoyama Risa felt happy.

If at this moment, Elsa Amagami asked him again, "Why did you lose to the general of Tsukushi Hill?"

He would reply, "Seriously playing against high schoolers? I'm not that petty."

“That’s great, now that they’re here, there are even more people to play with,” said Mizuki Ono.

"Am I unable to keep you company, making you lonely?" Aoyama teased her.

Mizuki Ono poked the broccoli with her knife and fork: "Just a little bit."

".Um?"

"See, you told the truth this morning too." Ono Mizuki ate broccoli, pretending to admire the restaurant's decor, while looking away.

Aoyama Ri looked at Ono Mitsuki.

Mika Ono looked at the scene before her. Unlike the usual warm atmosphere, this time there was a special feeling between a man and a woman.

Despite feeling a little uncomfortable, I'm still happy for them.

She pursed her lips and smiled slightly.

After lunch, the three of them returned to their room. As the elevator slowly ascended, Aoyama Risa made up his mind to increase the intensity of his training and maximize his time to improve his kendo.

There is no lunch break.

—System, Kendo!

no studying.

—System, Kendo!

I stopped writing, halting my journey towards financial freedom.

—System, Kendo!

Late at night.

It's not late, but it depends on what he did during the day.

Aoyama Risa's eyes were bloodshot, and his kendo uniform was completely soaked. He felt like he was just an empty shell.

If the system hadn't taken over smoothly, he wouldn't have believed that he could have persisted in training for two hours.

Every minute and every second is torture.

My body feels like it's on fire, and sometimes I feel very cold. Occasionally, I experience sudden, death-like pain in a certain area.

The system, led by Aoyama Rin, remained indifferent, continuing to wield its sword with unwavering dedication, simple yet solid, sparing no effort, much like a mother's devotion to her child.

Sweat streamed down my neck for what felt like the umpteenth time, leaving it unbearably itchy and numb.

【Evaluation Improvement】

Kendo: C→B

[Special skill upgraded, reward received, claim now?]

After the system broadcast ended, Aoyama Ritsuya came to his senses.

—It's finally here!
After the instruction ended, Aoyama Risa lay in the kendo room, unable to think about kendo, only wanting to go to sleep as soon as possible.

Wednesday, July 22nd.

At five o'clock in the morning, no matter how tired he was yesterday, his biological clock still woke him up on time—it was just his routine after moving, not when he was working part-time.

He did not get up immediately.

He was thinking about one thing.

Even if his [Kendo] rating is raised to B, can he relax?

Who can guarantee that he will win the Jade Dragon Flag competition? Or that he can spare some time now to spend with Ono Mizuki and the others?

Yes, there is such a person.

Aoyama Ryo quickly got up, grabbed his clothes, and started dressing as he walked.

Without even brushing his teeth, he grabbed a bamboo sword and rushed out of the hotel.

Two seconds later, he rushed back and picked up the Noh mask that Mizuki Ono had bought.

Chikushigaoka High School, a prestigious school for kendo, never has a summer vacation for its kendo club.

General Chikushigaoka yawned as he walked towards the school. Kendo, kendo, kendo—from childhood to adulthood, every day was kendo.

There is nothing happier than this.

He really likes kendo.

If we could defeat, no, catch up with the Sword King of Kyushu, that would be even better.

"What the hell?" General Tsukushigaoka was startled.

During summer vacation, the kendo club's training time is 7:30, and it's only 5:40 now.

He would start his personal extra training every day at six o'clock.

The school gate, which should have been empty as usual, now had a guy wearing a terrifying mask sitting cross-legged, making him look like a real ghost.

The ghost stood up, holding a bamboo sword.

"I see." General Tsukushigaoka nodded.

Of course, he didn't understand anything at all.

He had no idea who his opponent was, why they were here at this time, or why they wanted to challenge him to a sword duel.

But whatever the reason, he is willing to accept the challenge.

"I'll use you as a warm-up!" General Tsukushi Oka drew his bamboo sword.

The two sides approached each other and crouched down simultaneously.

The distance is almost the same as a standard kendo dojo.

The human and the ghost stood up at the same time.

"Ah!!!" he roared at the same time.

"Oh!"

The bamboo sword nearly shattered.

Aoyama took off her Noh mask, feeling that she could spend some time with the Ono sisters.

hum~
He took out his cell phone.

[See Shangai: Good morning, Aoyama-kun]

Since the start of summer vacation, no one has called him Aoyama-kun for a long time.

(End of this chapter)