Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 102 This is not a place to stay for long
The group parted ways in front of the family restaurant.

"See you tomorrow~"

"Go straight to the school tomorrow morning to officially begin preparations for the campus performance," Aoyama Ryou instructed.

"I can't hear you! I can't hear you!" The girls covered their ears and ran away, as if Aoyama Risa's words were a torrential rain aimed at their ears.

After seeing that Ai had left, Aoyama and the other two went home.

He didn't go inside the house himself.

“I’m going to the amusement park to practice baseball for two hours,” said Osamu Aoyama.

Mika Ono suddenly realized, "Speaking of which, Risa, you're also a member of the baseball team."

"Yes, I will play in tomorrow's practice match."

"That's great," Mizuki Ono muttered. "I want to switch clubs too."

"Isn't the choir good?" Mika Ono asked with concern.

"I'm a little unhappy. The national tournament is too realistic. The martial arts hall is more romantic."

“You can do whatever you want,” said Aoyama Risa. “I will fulfill both of your wishes.”

"Give me the money!" Ono Mizuki immediately spread out her small hands.

"Even the national competition isn't as realistic as you!"

Aoyama Ryo went to a nearby sports and amusement park, where you could enjoy activities such as rock climbing and indoor skiing.

He arrived at the baseball area, paid the fee with great distress, put on his helmet, picked up his bat, and walked into the protective net.

'Try it yourself first.'

A ball traveling at 80 km/h is coming.

Aoyama Risa swings his bat.

Clang!
The ball was hit.

'Not bad, not bad!'

But he didn't continue training on his own, for a simple reason: he didn't have any extra money to squander.

—Light, radiance, oh!

[Start your baseball coaching]

The ball speed is 130 km/h.

"Whoosh!" The white ball made a whistling sound as it rubbed against the air.

boom!
The white ball flew back at an even faster speed.

—How did you fight?

Aoyama studied it carefully, noting the way he gripped the bat, the order of force application, his stance, and his gaze.
The systematic guidance is tailored to him personally, maximizing his talent and potential.

This process will not harm him; on the contrary, it will make him stronger. Of course, it needs to be combined with massage and rest afterward.

After seven goals, that feeling returned.

Aoyama Risa couldn't tell whether it was himself swinging the bat or the system; he seemed to have become the system, and the system seemed to be him.

This might be the perfect guidance state for the system.

It couldn't be him. He hit one hit after another without missing, and it looked like he was hitting a home run every time. How could it be him?

Outside the protective netting behind him, a group of people, young and old, had gathered.

One of the men with a buzz cut took out his phone to record a video, then forwarded it to Yonghai with a slightly puzzled look.

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"Grandpa! Grandpa!" The female manager rushed out of the room and into the living room.

Grandpa and Dad are having tea, while Mom is watching TV in the living room.

"Cai Cai, don't disturb the neighbors tonight!" Mom scolded as she turned around.

The female manager ignored him and knelt down next to her grandfather: "Grandpa, look!"

Grandpa smiled and agreed while glancing at his phone screen.

In the video, a familiar-looking boy hits the ball one after another, more like a machine than a pitching machine, perfectly sending each ball flying.

The pitching machine is not like a real person, but its batting average is still terrifyingly inhuman!
"Grandpa," the female manager whispered, observing the grandfather's expression, "this is Aoyama-kun, the Aoyama-kun you promised me you'd let him play tomorrow. This video was just taken; he's training right now."

“Completely abandon confusion.” Grandpa suddenly spoke, as if talking to himself, “Absolute balance supporting the body, perfect swing posture, and complete concentration.”

"Isn't it amazing?!" the female manager asked expectantly.

"That's strange," Grandpa said, puzzled.

"Weird?"

“Aside from strength and physical fitness, he’s already at a professional baseball level, but why did he strike out last time? Acting? No, it didn’t seem like acting.” Grandpa muttered to himself.

"Professional baseball?!" the female manager exclaimed.

“Cai Cai!” Mom said.

More than disturbing the neighbors, Mom was concerned about her own TV viewing being affected.

Because of the grandfather, this family has watched baseball games since they were young, and since baseball games seem to be played every day, the mother naturally has less time to watch TV.

"Grandpa, when you say 'professional baseball,' do you mean professional baseball?" the female manager continued to ask.

Grandpa was still thinking.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" The female manager shook the grandfather's body as if shaking a fruit tree to shake the fruit down.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Grandpa quickly replied, "I've seen professional baseball players play this game. Apart from the physical differences, this kid's technical performance is in no way inferior to that guy's."

Even more perfect. But Grandpa couldn't believe it.

Although he had played baseball and watched games for many years, he ultimately lacked professional baseball experience, so he lacked confidence when drawing conclusions.

The only thing he was certain of was that this kid had the ability to dominate Koshien!

"Let this kid play the whole game tomorrow!" Grandpa said, then picked up his phone and said to Dad, "Look, this is Cai Cai's sweetheart."

"Oh?!" Dad became interested.

"Ah—" Nagami screamed.

"Cai Cai!" Mom couldn't take it anymore.

"Honey, come look at this handsome guy."

"Handsome guy?" Mom got up from the sofa.

After a while, the neighbors heard, "Wow, so handsome! Cai Cai, you have to win him over! Mom's future depends on you!"

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[Female Manager: [Video]]

[Female Manager: Aoyama-kun, Grandpa has decided you'll play the entire game tomorrow!]

Why does this happen?

Can unexpected events occur even when practicing near home?
Aoyama Risa's plan for tomorrow is to hit one home run and then leave the game.

He can't do anything else.

Unlike the current practice, tomorrow's practice match will definitely trigger the 'competitive' mode, resulting in a 100% chance of pulling an arm muscle and being forced out of the arena with a single blow.

He didn't explain anything to the female manager.

Aoyama put away his phone, rubbed his arm, and left the amusement park.

Two hours of training drained his already meager wallet.

hateful!

Are there any ways to secretly earn extra money?
Taking money from Mika Ono is definitely not an option.

First, he has his own money, but he needs to go through her to use it. Won't Mika Ono think that she is in his way?

Secondly, he didn't want her to worry, thinking he might have a habit of spending money recklessly.

Third, it's always good to have a nearly untouched savings account.

Is there a way to make money faster than writing novels, without attracting attention, and without any cost?
Selling the adaptation rights to "Detective A"?
Who would buy it?

Lost in thought, Aoyama Risa returned to Aoyama Ono's house.

Once inside the courtyard, he stood in front of the vegetable garden and looked at it for a while before returning to the house, satisfied.

"I'm back."

"Go take a shower," Mika Ono said.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"We've already washed."

"Great! Today I can finally enjoy the bathwater of a beautiful girl!" Aoyama Risa laughed.

"Ugh~" Ono Mizuki gagged while reading the novel.

Then she hurriedly said to the novel manuscript, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't talking to you~"

I even wiped the screen with the sleeve of my new pajamas.

"Detective A" is so good that it's admirable.

Aoyama Rika took a change of clothes, went into the bathroom, and first squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush.

"Om~"

He picked up his phone from the sink.

[Akika Wagatsuma: Little brother, thank you for today, you looked really handsome!]

Aoyama Risa smiled.

[Bass Sakurako: [Image: Sports bra photo]]

what is she doing?
Delete it after you brush your teeth!

[Drummer Mengshi: I've forgiven you for peeping at us while we were changing clothes. Aside from being a lecher, you're not bad.]

But the second time he really didn't see anything.

[F·Rino: Aoyama-kun, I love you!]

Aoyama stopped brushing his teeth.

[Aoyama Osamu: I'm sorry]

[F·Rino: This is the title of the new song!]

[Aoyama Osamu: You scared me!]

[F·Rino: You're overthinking it!]

maybe.

Aoyama Ryo put down his phone and continued brushing his teeth in front of the mirror.

Only now do I realize that I seem to be only suited to stay in the Ethics Department, and that I am one of the few people who would never fall for Ai.

Let's leave after the Sunny Day Band is revived.

(End of this chapter)