Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 281 What is the temperament of Aoyama-kun?

"You've misunderstood." Seeing Shang Ai's calm tone, she let her hair down.

"Yes, yes, it's definitely a misunderstanding!" Aoyama Risa took a half step back.

Seeing that Shang Ai gently brushed her hair from her shoulder and combed it neatly, she said, "You misunderstood. Although I like cats, I won't meow at a corpse and treat it as a cat."

"Corpse?"

"The cause of death is unknown, and there was no suffering before death."

"The autopsy has already been completed?" Aoyama Risa slowly closed the door.

"The deceased loved Chinese food and it is suggested that he be sent to a crematorium run by Chinese people after his death."

"Cremation and stir-frying are different!"

— Simply put, cremation is more like barbecue. Oh no, this idea is getting closer and closer to hell!
When the door was just a crack away from being opened, Aoyama Risa said, "The student council president would like you to help him write something."

His current posture, even if he moved directly to the outside of the women's changing room, would not look out of place at all; he was simply a pervert peeping at female high school students changing clothes.

Meets the requirements for cremation!

Seeing that Ai thought so too, she stood up.

"Wait! Megami-kun!" The crack in the door was barely wide enough for one of Aoyama Ryo's eyes, and he looked like he was about to be swallowed up. "Think about it carefully, how could a man who keeps a cat at home be a bad person?"

"I'll leave you one leg."

"Does 'break a leg' mean?"

"Leave one leg after cremation."

"Think about it again! How could a man who cooks well be a bad person?" Aoyama Rika said again.

"I'll leave you one more leg."

"Think about it, think about it again, how could someone you love possibly be a bad person!"

Seeing Shang Ai stopped.

—Great, that's a huge plus, that works!

"I'll leave you a complete corpse." This was said by Ai, her tone suggesting she could no longer compromise.

Aoyama Risho closed the door completely.

Inside the activity room of the Athens Philosophy Department, a smile slowly spread across Shang Ai's elegant and beautiful face.

She didn't go back, but continued walking towards the sliding door.

The sunlight was dazzlingly bright, yet also crystal clear, and Aoyama Risa, leaning against the wall by the door, almost seemed to melt into the light.

In The Tale of Genji, Genji is praised as "the Lord of Light" for his outstanding appearance, and this description would not be inappropriate for Aoyama Osamu.

"Let's go, Corpse." It's clear that Ai has a different way of praising people.

She walked ahead, and Aoyama Risa followed behind, subconsciously glancing at her hair again.

Actually, I can tell that Aoi's buttocks are also very attractive - you can't tell when she's wearing a skirt, they're not big, but they're round and full, and it must feel great to rub and roll around on them.

Aoyama Risa couldn't help but imagine the scene where she saw Ai wearing black cat ears and a black cat tail, turning into a JK cat, and she meowed so sweetly that he couldn't help but spank her butt.

—What's wrong lately?
Why have you become so vulgar?

Although this level of vulgarity is only the average for male high school students.

But we must be vigilant.

Being vulgar is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind. Even if you stay in one place, aren't you just remaining perverted?

The girl's white shirt seemed to glow, slightly transparent, but her underwear was not visible; there was also a camisole between the underwear and the shirt.

Before entering the student council room, I saw Ai glance at Aoyama Ri with disdain.

"You have an older sister and a younger sister, and you yourself are a sister-obsessed person. Didn't they tell you that girls are very sensitive to lewd looks?" Jian Shang Ai said.

“I wouldn’t look at them with lewd eyes, and of course, I didn’t look at you either.”

Seeing that Shang Ai had already opened the door and gone inside, it seemed as if she had been talking to the corpse, and the corpse certainly wouldn't respond.

The two entered the student council room.

Seeing that Shang loves to write with a brush, the student council needs a lot of calligraphy plaques during the cultural festival, so the entire calligraphy club was brought in—they also have their own tasks.

And Aoyama Ryo.

“Change the lights in the audition room,” said Miyako Yaeko.

So, Aoyama Risa carried the A-frame ladder, held the light bulb, and followed behind her, who held the key.

"Aren't there any professionals handling these tasks?" Aoyama asked.

“I support the idea that ‘schools should be managed by the students themselves,’” said Yaeko Miyase.

"In your eyes, only you are a student?"

"Am I that authoritarian?" Miyako Yaeko smiled brightly. "I am just a representative of all the students, exercising power on behalf of everyone."

“I see.” Aoyama nodded.

Miyako glanced at him, but his tone was not one of approval or understanding; rather, it was a sarcastic or mocking tone that feigned agreement.

The two arrived at the audiovisual classroom.

During summer vacation, the classroom was naturally empty.

Miyako turned on the air conditioner casually, without considering the time it would take to change the light bulb, and the two of them didn't even have time to enjoy the cool air.

She then tested the light switch.

A lamp in the corner flickered, kept flickering, as if the lamp had come to life and was blinking.

The two arrived at the broken light.

"Hold the ladder steady, I'll go up and check."

“You?” Aoyama Risa looked at Miyako Yaeko.

"I exercise my rights on behalf of all the students, and I also fulfill my obligations on behalf of all the students. Hold on tight." Miyako's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Be careful." Aoyama Risa didn't stop her, but only gave her a warning.

It's just changing a light bulb; you don't even need to turn off the power, but you still need to be careful.

He set up the A-frame ladder and held it steady with both hands.

As Miyako Yaeko climbed up, the moment her indoor shoes touched the ground, she seemed to remember something and said, "Remember to take a picture."

"I'm not that kind of person!"

"It's a promotional image, not a candid photo." Miyako Yaeko expressed her utter contempt for him from both her superior position and her moral high ground.

Even Aoyama himself felt that he deserved it.

Miyako Yaeko continued climbing.

"Be careful," Aoyama Ryo instinctively warned, while looking up.

Exquisite and breathable black tights, seemingly designed for sun protection, with white underwear subtly visible through the thin surface of the tights.

Miyako Yaeko's legs look slender, but they aren't.

It is neither too thick nor too thin, but perfectly symmetrical.

Furthermore, it possesses both a slender feel and a moderate plumpness that showcases feminine charm.

Looking up, there was almost no gap between her legs; barely, barely, barely enough to fit a hand.

Your palms will be pressed firmly against soft, smooth skin.

In conclusion: These are the ideal legs!

—An unexpected twist in the world of anime?

No, Aoyama Risa believes this was premeditated!
"Stand still, I'm about to take a picture," he said.

"Hurry up, my arm is sore." She said it as if she was really just taking promotional photos, but in reality, Miyako Yaeko was checking the lighting. She reinforced it a bit, but it still didn't work.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Aoyama Risa didn't take any photos that had to be deleted, for a simple reason: a gentleman is cautious even when alone.

Even if no one knows, you must remain vigilant and not do anything that you fear others will find out.

If someone says he's a coward, Aoyama Riki doesn't deny it.

But what's wrong with being timid? While being timid may mean losing a lot, it also avoids many mistakes, at least preventing you from breaking the law.

Miyako Yaeko came down, and Aoyama Risa came up.

Before Miyako could even get a firm grip, he had already come down with the broken light bulb.

"All done?" she asked.

"Hmm?" Aoyama asked in return, meaning: How long will this job take?
"Didn't you think that if you do it slowly, you can do less?"

“I never thought about it,” said Aoyama Risa. “When you’re desperate, you become like a paper airplane, afraid to think about anything else, for fear that if you do, you’ll fall.”

"Afraid of being fired for being slow?" Aoyama Risa laughed: "Thanks to this experience, even in this day and age, I believe that actions speak louder than words."

"People like this are prone to being taken advantage of."

“I just like to bury myself in work, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid,” Aoyama said. “But as long as the hourly wage is paid on time, I don’t care about anything else.”

“Let’s go then. I didn’t pay you to chat with me,” said Miyako Yaeko.

"Where to next?" Aoyama Risa was happy to endure some hardship so he could feel at ease taking the 10,000 yen he earned today.

Ten thousand yen! He would have to work several jobs to earn that much a day.

“There will be many foreign guests during the cultural festival, some of whom are of high status. There will be many places to check, and you will have a lot of work to do,” said Miyako Yaeko.

The audiovisual classroom returned to silence.

A moment later, the boy opened the door again and came in, turning off the air conditioner.

Around noon, Aoyama Ritsu returned to the Athens Philosophy Research Department, his brow beaded with sweat.

Miyako Yaeko was also sweating, her black hair was damp, and she was breathtakingly beautiful. She was afraid of being killed by her beauty, but she couldn't help but steal glances at her.

She also came to the Department of Philosophical Studies in Athens.

The three of them ate lunch together, and the lunchboxes of the two young ladies were quite extraordinary.

For such a small box, the meal cost at least 20,000 to 30,000 yen, and Aoyama Risa would have to work himself to the bone for two or three days.

"I brought you one too." Jian Shang Ai took out another bento box.

"Wow!" Aoyama Rakuten Ono Mitsuki.

"I brought you one too." Miyako Yaeko took out another bento box.

"I was just worried about not having enough to eat!"

Poor Aoyama-kun, pretending to be a big eater, not only ate two bento boxes, but also picked up the relatively clean leftovers from the two of them and ate them.

--system

[Today's Nutrition Chart]

[Grains, tubers, and legumes: {Variety: 7/3}, {Quantity: Excess}]

Vegetables and fruits: {Variety: 8/4}, {Quantity: Excessive}

[Livestock, poultry, fish, eggs: {Type: 6/2}, {Quantity: Excessive}]

Exercise intensity: Sufficient

【Sleep: enough】

Simply put, it's because you ate too much.

But it's still better than being caught in a 'choose one of two' situation.

After dinner, all three of them started reading. It wasn't surprising that Jian Shang loved reading, but it was surprising that Miyako Yaeko was also reading.

“I must read for an hour every morning and an hour every evening,” Miyako Yaeko said, as if she knew what he was thinking. “I also read during my commute if I have nothing else to do.”

To this, Aoyama could only say, "That's fantastic."

"You like literary girls?" Miyako asked him.

Aoyama Osamu asked in confusion, "Weren't we talking about books?"

"You've never praised me before, but after you found out I read books, you suddenly said I was charming."

"Don't include two points of contention in a single sentence, or I won't be able to find anything to criticize," said Aoyama Rido. "What I'm saying is, reading is such a wonderful thing."

Without looking up, Jian Ai explained, "From a young age, my family gave us reading lists, and it gradually became a habit."

“We also watch TV and play on our phones, but we always feel that it’s not as interesting or useful as reading,” said Miyako Yaeko.

“Why not just rename the Athenian Philosophy Research Department to the ‘Book Appreciation Department’?” said Ai Kan.

"No way!" Aoyama Risa firmly rejected the idea. "Once a member of the Athens Philosophy Research Department, always a member of the Athens Philosophy Research Department. A true man is born between heaven and earth, and his principles are loyalty and filial piety. How can he serve two masters!"

"Aren't you ashamed to say you're 'loyal' when you plan to date two women at the same time?" Jian Shang asked, puzzled.

Just as Aoyama Risa was about to say something like, "Love and loyalty have nothing to do with each other," or "You can be loyal to two people," filling the clubroom with a cheerful atmosphere—

dong dong~
The door rang.

Seeing that Aoi and Miyako Yaeko remained unmoved, Aoyama Risa got up to open the door.

It's Ono Mizuki.

"Mizuki?" Aoyama asked, puzzled. "Come in first."

"It's so hot!" Ono Mizuki said, pulling at her shirt collar with one hand and fanning herself with the other.

Aoyama Riki turned around and saw that Kamiya had even poured the water!
"Thank you, senior~" Ono Mizuki smiled sweetly, then quickly gulped down her drink.

—Mizuki, you can't drink the water from those suspicious individuals!

After finishing her drink, Ono Mizuki smiled at Mikami Ai again.

Seeing that Ai showed a satisfied smile, as if to say, "It's okay to go back like this today," she understood.

"Mizuki, what are you doing here? What brings you here?" Miyako asked.

"Yes, ask your brother if you need anything."

"Looking for me?" Aoyama Risa pulled out a chair and asked her to sit down.

“Weren’t we supposed to be playing you? But when it came to the ratings, people had different opinions about your image,” Mizuki Ono said.

"Besides being handsome, what else does your brother have?" See iAsk.

Let me explain, otherwise most people would definitely think that Ai is praising Aoyama Osamu.

No, she's swearing.

"I won't mention the department's name, but some people say that my brother is frivolous and likes to put his hands in his pockets and act cool."

"This is outrageous!" Qingshan retorted.

"The senior student from the ancient capital retorted, saying, 'It's not about being cool; the sun in the sky emits light and heat, is it to nourish the earth?'"

"This is outrageous!" said Miyako Yaeko.

Rather than refuting him, the two seemed to be deliberately imitating Aoyama Osamu, watching him make a fool of himself.

“Then, Kawahara-senpai (the club president’s girlfriend) put forward a point of view,” Ono Mizuki continued. “She said that you can roughly guess what kind of person a man is based on what’s in his room.”

"Women can too, right?" Aoyama Rie asked.

“Women aren’t that superficial,” said Ai.

"Is it superficial? I think it's hypocrisy, a skill in disguise."

"They immediately asked me what was in my brother's room, and even asked me what kind of pornographic books were in my brother's room."

"Damn it!" Aoyama Ryo considered revoking his portrait rights.

"What type?" Miyako asked curiously.

“There’s nothing like that in my brother’s room,” Mizuki Ono replied.

“Mmm!” Aoyama Riki nodded.

but.

Hold on.

—Why does she sound like she's already searched it?

“You’re not that ‘superficial’ either,” Ai said to Aoyama with a smile, implying that Aoyama was also good at pretending.

"Do you know how much a pornographic book costs?!" Aoyama asked, as if a parent were questioning a child who wanted to buy the latest mobile phone.

"So being poor has its advantages?" See Ai muttering to herself.

"Maybe now?" Miyako Yaeko smiled, gazing at Aoyama Risa; she was stunningly beautiful. "What type?"

“No!” Aoyama Ritsu replied.

"So, brother, what do you think your temperament is?" Ono Mizuki asked.

"What do you think?" Aoyama asked the three of them.

"Beautiful boy." To reiterate, seeing someone who loves you is an insult.

"Hardworking and reliable," said Miyako Yaeko, who believed that "honest people are fools."

"Hehe~, my brother isn't that great either~" Ono Mizuki said shyly.

Aoyama looked up, closed her eyes, and tried not to let the tears fall.

"Mizuki, what do you think?" Misaki smiled happily.

"Hmm—I think my brother is a good person."

“Okay, that’s the end!” said Aoyama Rido.

I don't want to be scolded anymore.

(End of this chapter)