Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 113 Aoyama Risa had no choice but to go because she had to see Aoi.

"Stop rubbing it," Shang Ai said with disdain. "I'll take you to the infirmary."

"Why go to the clinic for such a minor problem?" Aoyama Rie didn't really want to go.

“It’s my fault. If I hadn’t taken you to the clinic, you would have gone blind. I probably wouldn’t have had my appetite for two days, and my sleep would have been affected.”

"Then tell me, just how much would it take for you to feel guilty for the rest of your life?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"give up."

"clear."

Aoyama Rika knew why she had no worries anymore.

The two arrived at the infirmary, and Kushine stared at him for a while.

Yes, that's right. No matter how you look at it, he comes too frequently, so frequently that it's enough to make you suspect he has ulterior motives towards the beautiful medical teacher.

But this time it really had nothing to do with him; it was an undeserved disaster.

“The girl who accompanies you is different every time,” Kuze said after watching for a while.

Just as Aoyama was about to explain, Kuseon said again, "Perhaps that's why you're often injured—what happened this time?"

"When I turned around, my ponytail brushed against his face. Please have the teacher check his eyes." (See the above explanation.)

Aoyama Risa spoke up: "Wait a minute."

“Sit there,” Kuseon said, pointing to the stool.

At a time like this, shouldn't he be made to explain himself first, showing that he's not a scumbag who changes girlfriends every day?

The two women completely ignored his wishes and went about doing what they wanted to do to Aoyama Ryo.

Seeing that Ai was watching him, Kuseon peeled off his skin and then stared at the round and big thing for a close inspection.

"It's okay, just rinse it with saline solution."

Kushine walked away and brought over a small vial of saline solution and a medical cotton swab.

"Head tilted at 45°."

"What direction?" Aoyama asked.

"Don't move." Kuseon pressed him down and positioned him herself.

Just as she was about to use saline solution, the door to the infirmary was suddenly opened.

"Teacher!" A group of men and women rushed in.

The situation sounds very urgent.

"You two find a bed, pull the curtains up, and you help him." Kushine handed the saline solution and cotton swabs to Ai.

The two walked to the bed by the window. When they saw that Ai had pulled up the curtains and turned to face Aoyama Riki, a smile appeared on her elegant and beautiful face.

Aoyama Risa dodged backward, her leg hitting the bed, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

She slowly walked over.

"..." Aoyama Ryo's lips moved.

She made a gesture as if she hadn't heard clearly.

“To my beloved Queen,” Aoyama Rika said softly.

Seeing Shang Ai gazing at him with an undisguised smile on her face, her eyes sparkling as if they had just been washed with saline solution.

Aoyama turned his head 45 degrees and rinsed his eyes from the outer corner to the inner corner, then wiped the eye sockets with a cotton swab.

On a warm Sunday, Mom cleans her ears; on a drizzly rainy day, Ono Mika cuts her own hair; Ono Mizuki, wearing an apron, cooks in the kitchen.
During these moments, a warm feeling would flow through Aoyama Rin's heart.

The saline solution was cold, but Aoyama Risa's heart slowly warmed up.

"Don't blink!" Jian Shangai scolded softly.

Aoyama Riki stared intently at Aoi without blinking, with unwavering focus and at an unprecedented closeness.

I was very focused on seeing her and didn't dare to get distracted.

“It’s very dangerous,” he said.

“So don’t move!” she said.

It was noisy outside the bed curtains; something seemed to have happened.

“Actually, I can rinse my eyes myself,” he said.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Eyes are precious; I shouldn't have made that kind of joke."

"You smell so good, it's my classmate Shang."

Seeing that Ai had stopped, he took out two cotton swabs and inserted them into Aoyama Risa's nostrils, then continued to clean his eyes.

After a while, she silently turned around, her slender shoulders trembling slightly.

"Seeing your classmate?"

"Don't speak." His nasal tone made the laughter in Jian Shangai's voice even deeper, almost uncontrollable.

"The saline solution is about to flow into my mouth, really."

At that moment, the noise outside grew louder, so loud that it broke through some kind of barrier and became clear to Aoyama Risa and Mikami Ai.

"They did it on purpose!" "It's outrageous! The pool table is first-come, first-served. They were late, why should we let them have it?"

"He even deliberately injured Mihara-kun!"

"This is the infirmary. If you have any problems, go to your homeroom teacher or the student council." Kushine's voice was indifferent.

It quieted down outside, but you could tell from your senses that the atmosphere hadn't eased.

Seeing that Ai looked at Aoyama Rin, Aoyama Rin pointed to her face, and the salt water was really about to drip to the corner of her mouth.

After the people outside left, she said, "It seems something has happened, and we have to stop it."

"Forget it, I'm not a real Kamen Rider." Aoyama Osamu had had enough of this incident.

That's right, we're talking about the old gymnasium women's restroom incident!

Seeing that Ai clearly knew why he was so resistant, she couldn't help but laugh: "Although it was an accident this morning and nothing was accomplished in the end, you still earned points in my heart."

"Is it that scoring system where 101 points can get you to do whatever you want?"

“101 points is just the score for marriage; wanting to do whatever you want with me is a different score—to go or not to go? As the photography committee member, you have that responsibility and obligation,” said Ai.

“Go,” Aoyama Rido said, “but I’m only responsible for finding the teacher.”

After pulling back the white bed curtains and asking Hiseonne about the class of the group of people from earlier, the two left the infirmary.

"Why are you so concerned about these things?" Aoyama asked curiously.

“I’ve told you before, I have no worries. I can’t grow with this kind of life. I need to hone myself.”

Unlike the envy she felt when she first heard those words, Aoyama Rin now only hoped to hone herself to the point of seeing love again.

"What are you thinking about?" Jian Shangai suddenly asked.

“I think you’re right. I’ve been getting a lot of challenges lately, so I’ve grown a lot.”

Seeing that Ai was staring at him for a while, Aoyama Risa kept his eyes straight ahead and walked straight ahead.

She smiled and turned her face away.

The two arrived at the table tennis area of ​​the old gymnasium, where two groups of people were arguing fiercely amidst the heated training.

"We were here first!"

"That's no excuse for you to hog so many pool tables. Just because you go to the cafeteria first, does that give you the right to eat all the food there first?"

"What do you mean, 'no'? And why did you injure Mihara-kun?!"

"We already said we don't know how to play ball, and the ball flew out accidentally. We apologize to you!"

They really started arguing.

Aoyama looked around but didn't see the teacher.

The sports competition is a school-wide event, and teachers can't supervise everyone, as they're most likely looking after the more dangerous basketball, volleyball, and baseball games.

He took a step back, preparing to go find the teacher.

A sudden pulling force dragged him back.

"Let go," said Aoyama Risa to Mikami Ai.

"Stay by my side." He seemed not to hear her.

"No."

"I'm afraid I'll get beaten up if I go alone."

"I'm also afraid of getting beaten up."

"Aren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Even petty thugs aren't a match for you," said Ai.

Oh right, he also has this kind of persona.

"Why do you insist on resolving the conflict yourself? Wouldn't it be more efficient to find a teacher?" Aoyama Risa pulled her sleeve back from her hand.

"There are teachers at school, but what about outside of school? I've told you before, the Mikami family likes to poison people. In this situation, the law is useless; in the end, people still have to rely on themselves."

"I completely agree, so please rely on yourself."

“I’m a very unreliable person,” Ai said, taking out her phone. “I can accidentally send the wrong message and accidentally forward a secret that I can’t tell anyone.”

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In a sense, this can be attributed to her own efforts.

The two pushed through the crowd and headed towards the eye of the storm.

"Brother~"

"Mizuki, you're here too! You look so cute in your tracksuit. Perfect, let me take a picture of you."

"Sorry, Mizuki, I'll borrow your brother for now." Misaki Ai smiled and grabbed the camera.

"reason!"

"Sister Meihua!"

"Sister Meihua, I'll borrow your brother for now." Jian Shangai continued walking forward.

If you don't get 101 points, you're not qualified to call Ono Mika-neechan, are you?
(End of this chapter)