Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 107 Instruction Manual for the Student Council President's Chair Armrests
"I want to confirm with you again that you should know about my arm injury, and that I'm suffering from sleep deprivation and malnutrition, making me physically weak and prone to injury."

Miyako Yaeko stood up and interrupted him: "It's not physical work."

She walked to the corner and pressed a button on the wall.

"An elevator?" Aoyama Ryo looked surprised.

"After all, there are six floors. If a student is injured due to lack of sleep or nutrition, is physically weak, or is prone to injury, it would be more convenient to have an elevator."

"But it seems only the student council members know about the elevator?"

"Let's go to the infirmary now to check the supplies needed for heatstroke." She didn't answer the question about the elevator.

Aoyama hurriedly put down his schoolbag.

The two arrived at the infirmary. Like a robot, Kuseon never went home; once she went in, she would stay there forever.

“Many people came to ask about your condition yesterday,” Kuseon said to Aoyama.

“Write down all of them,” said Miyako Yaeko.

Kuseon looked at her and smiled softly.

Robots can laugh?

That is the most ideal smile for humans. If humans could freely choose how they smile before they are born, more than 90 percent of people would choose to smile like her.

"Xiao Ba, this is the first time I've seen you walking alone with a guy—is he your boyfriend?"

"It's still under investigation." Miyako Yaeko had no objections.

"They must be inspecting supplies for heatstroke prevention, right?" said Aoyama Riyu.

Kuze-on led them to the storage room, where Miyako Yaeko took out a form.

“Spray,” she said.

Aoyama Rika squatted down: "It should be this one."

"Ice packs".

"Also."

"Rehydration salts".

"What is that? This?"

"Basic supplies for disinfection and bandaging."

"This box contains iodine, gauze, bandages, plasters, and hydrogen peroxide."

First aid kit.

"it's here."

"Aoyama Ri."

"what's up?"

Miyako glanced at Aoyama Risa with the same look she would give an electronic thermometer, then nodded as if to confirm: "Everything is ready."

"Watch out or I'll beat you up."

After leaving the infirmary, the two went to the sports equipment warehouse.

“I used to think that the student council only had power, but today I realized that it also has a lot of responsibilities,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Didn't you discover a new side of me?" Miyako asked with a smile.

"So, Kuseon-sensei can smile, and she looks really good when she smiles." Aoyama Risa said with a wistful look, "With that smile, I can get hurt a hundred more times."

"You'll really discover a new side of me, and I can even reduce the number of times you get injured to ninety-nine."

"I shouldn't have talked nonsense, Chairman Hachi."

"Shout again."

“I’m sorry.” Aoyama Ryo felt the pressure.

He didn't expect that the two of them were really just working, and before nine o'clock, they were checking the preparation of supplies and logistics.

Back in the student council room, it was already packed with people. Aoyama Ryou took a step back, hesitating whether he should go in.

Miyako walked in without flinching.

If this is a path, then she is one of the few people most suited to walk it.

The student council president sat down at the head of the table.

"Good morning, Chairman!" the secretary said, bowing her head.

"Good morning, President!" Everyone bowed their heads.

Are they gangsters?
"Good morning." Miyako nodded gently and looked at her secretary.

"All members of the student council, as well as all committee members from across the school, are present," the secretary replied.

"Thank you all for your hard work. Before we begin today's work, I have something to announce, Aoyama," Miyako Yaeko suddenly said.

Aoyama Ryo hesitated for a moment, but still went inside.

"Aoyama was injured during yesterday's baseball practice game and is unable to participate in the baseball tournament, so I asked him to come to the student council to help out."

The secretary adjusted his glasses, scrutinized Aoyama Ryo, and his expression softened when he saw his face.

Aoyama Ryo's nickname is "Fabric Softener," a brand that women especially love and use for washing clothes. "Although he's here to help, I can't let an outsider suddenly interfere in student council affairs... I plan to give him a camera so he can capture the highlights during the ball games tournament."

No one said anything.

They were clearly used to her orders and instructions.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Miyako asked, looking at Aoyama.

"I couldn't ask for more." One of Aoyama Osamu's dreams was to become a photographer.

“I must remind you,” the secretary said, “the main stars of the ball games are of course the students who actively participate in the activities, but the supporting roles must also have screen time.”

“Understood, I now fully understand the necessity of the student council—can I take a picture now?” Aoyama played with the camera and raised his hand to take a picture of everyone.

Miyako thought for a moment and instructed her secretary: "Give him a student council armband, so he won't be seen as a pervert."

"The chairman is wise," the secretary said with a face full of agreement.

What do you mean?
Aoyama Osamu + camera = candid photography?
hateful!

"This morning meeting is over. Go and get back to your assigned tasks," said Miyako Yaeko.

Click!Click!
Aoyama Risa took many photos of them.

After they left, Aoyama Risa's camera focused on the student council president.

She had gorgeous long black hair, noble snow-white skin, a slender waist, and long legs clad in black pantyhose.
A beautiful hand gently brushed across her knee, then moved upwards, slightly lifting her school skirt to reveal her thigh encased in pantyhose.

Aoyama Risa was unconsciously drawn in and pressed the shutter.

The camera was suddenly taken away.

"What are you filming?" Miyako asked with a smile, holding a camera in her hand.

"The way you work." Aoyama Risa reached for the camera.

Miyako returned the camera to him.

Thank goodness, he's alive!
“All the photos taken by this camera will be automatically uploaded to my computer,” said Yaeko Miyase.

It is said that intestinal gas can make a corpse sit up.

"What should I ask you to do something shady?" Miyako Yaeko pondered.

Aoyama Ryo stared at her intently.

Miyako turned her body to face him in a seated position, then lightly tossed her right foot, tossing the indoor shoe with the words 'Miyako' written on it at his feet.

"Your shoe is missing, put it on for me." She leaned back in the chair, her left arm resting on the armrest.

Aoyama Risa raised her camera and pointed it at the bare feet of the student council president.

Click, click, click, click!

There are probably more than a hundred of them.

The curves of her ankles are beautiful, her toes are slightly spread apart, which is very sexy, and the way she curls up shyly is quite cute.
Miyako laughed, her laughter filled with anger and contempt. It seemed that her cowering wasn't out of shyness, but rather a way of gathering strength.

Her foot stretched between Aoyama Ri's legs and then hooked.

Aoyama Risa lost control of her body and fell towards Miyako Yaeko.

"careful!"

The chair, Miyako Yaeko, and Aoyama Risa all fell backward.

"Are you alright?" Aoyama asked hurriedly.

“I’ve never understood before,” Miyako Yaeko said, looking at him, “when it was clearly my fault, why weren’t you angry at all? You even asked me if I was alright.”

"Your fault? Wasn't it because I secretly took pictures of you?" Aoyama Risa was confused.

"What about the past?"

Miyako was only seven years old at the time, and Aoyama Risa was not a particularly extreme person, so he wouldn't blame her.

“We are all victims, and you, at seven years old, have become half a murderer.” Aoyama Rie stood up. “Get up.”

He helped her up and then lifted the chair.

One of his feet was barefoot, so Miyako could only step on the back of his foot.

"You're being too impolite," said Aoyama Ritsu.

"Can I still keep it?" Miyako asked, looking at her feet.

"what?"

"My right foot... I think it just touched you there." Miyako looked down.

".No!"

"What is that?" Miyako Yaeko turned her head, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Armrests!"

Miyako laughed: "You're quite good at praising yourself. Are the armrests on the chair really that small?"

For Aoyama Ryo, no, for any man, there is one thing he absolutely cannot tolerate: that is, that thing is smaller than anything else.

Even rockets won't do!
By the way, the armrest of the student council president's chair is 27 centimeters long and 12 centimeters at its widest point.

(End of this chapter)