Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 114: This team's experience distribution method is incorrect.

The course of events is already quite clear.

Class 1 of Grade 3 arrived first and occupied many of the pool tables. When Class 5 of Grade 3 arrived, they tried to negotiate because there was nowhere to practice, but were ruthlessly rejected.

“From Class One’s perspective, there’s absolutely no reason for them to agree,” Aoyama Risa said.

Firstly, arriving early gives them a legitimate reason to be there;
Secondly, the ball skills competition is a class competition, so there is no reason to help the enemy.

When Class 5 of Grade 3 was practicing with the only remaining ping-pong table, they accidentally—or so they claim—kicked the ping-pong ball out of bounds and hit Sanyuan from Class 1.

Conflict broke out.

If this were a conflict between first or second graders, any third grader present could resolve the matter simply by stepping forward and saying a few words.

But this is a clash between third-graders, and no one can suppress them.

"Stop!" said Aoyama Ritsu.

People from both classes looked over at the same time.

As Aoyama adjusted his "Photography Committee" armband, the will of the student council president—the highest, most benevolent, and most wicked—descended upon the scene.

"You—" Someone was about to say something when they were pulled back by the person next to them.

“It’s someone from the student council,” the person whispered.

"I am the photography committee member personally appointed by the student council president, and I also serve as a temporary disciplinary committee member," Aoyama Rika introduced herself.

He looked around to see if anyone didn't believe him.

No.

It may be, but at least it doesn't appear to be.

“Let’s solve this with table tennis,” he said. “Now, each class will send one person to compete in one match, and the winning class gets to decide.”

After a pause, he added, "But table tennis is an recreational sport, and the competition should be conducted in a recreational manner."

"Why should we be the ones to do this? We were here first, and they even hit us," someone muttered.

"You said it was an accident, haven't we apologized?"

“If you are not satisfied with the conditions I have proposed, I can have the student council president resolve the matter.” Aoyama Ryou was not trying to intimidate them.

He had no intention of honing his skills.

I've already endured enough hardship by sticking to morning exercises and studying every day.

The student council cannot directly interfere in class affairs, but who here doesn't have a club or association?

Especially for members of major competition clubs like the brass band, in their final year of high school, they probably don't want any accidents to happen, right?

"We can agree to your conditions," said the students from Class One, "but you have to beat us first!"

Aoyama Risa took out his phone and opened the chat interface with Miyako Yaeko on LINE.

"Wait!" A senior student quickly grabbed Aoyama Risa's hands with both of hers. "We agree to your terms!"

"Can you represent them?" Aoyama asked, pulling his hand back.

"Everyone!" The senior student turned to face the students from both classes, "Whether it's occupying the ping-pong table or injuring someone with a ball, do you really think the student council president will let these two things go so easily?"

"What do you mean by occupying multiple pool tables? We were here first!"

"No matter what, there can't be one pool table per person, can there?"

"so what?"

Aoyama Ryo, dressed in a school uniform suit, with a straight posture and handsome appearance, stood to the side.

At that moment, he thought out of sheer boredom: I'll pretend to press the wrong key and send the message out, then let Miyako Yaeko handle this.

In the crowd, Jian Shang Ai also waved her phone.

The most despicable person is the one who pretends to send a wrong message!

"I agree," Aoyama said. "Will you put the ball in the cup?"

He put his phone in his pocket and took the camera off the pool table.

--system

Should we begin 'table tennis' instruction?

He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his somewhat thin but still fairly strong wrists.

Aoyama Risa picked up his racket.

--no
Teasing Him.

One after another, Aoyama hit the ping-pong ball into the cup opposite him.

It's a lie that all Chinese people know kung fu, and it's also a lie that all Chinese people know how to play table tennis. He just happens to know how to play table tennis, and he just happens to be Chinese.

That's exactly right. Once the cup is full, subsequent balls hit will precisely hit the top ball of the cup and bounce off.

"Clap!"

The cup tipped over, and the ball rolled all over the floor.

Aoyama continued hitting the ball, and every ball landed on the cup.

Aoyama Riki stopped shooting only after all the balls in the basket had been used up.

"Do as I say?" he asked, straightening his sleeves.

No one spoke.

He picked up his camera and, while taking pictures of the stunned crowd, said, "Of course, if any of you are better than me, I agree to listen to that person."

[Ping Pong B]

He's probably just barely crossed the threshold into B, considering he didn't win often at the Cultural Palace back then.

The two classes started the competition, and they were very well-behaved.

Aoyama was in charge of taking photos.

She walked over to him.

He asked her, "Were you amazed by my table tennis skills?"

He would feel ashamed and resentful if others praised him for his A-level baseball skills.

He doesn't boast about his B-level table tennis skills; it bothers him.

“I’ve noticed something,” Jian Shang Ai pondered, “You seem to get so absorbed in the moment that you lose yourself in it.”

"You have table tennis too?" Aoyama asked.

"What's wrong with ping-pong?" Jian Shang Ai asked, looking at him.

"nothing."

Aoyama's ideal was during the school-wide psychological counseling session with Hiseon.

She said that focus is actually about coordinating the weights of the senses.

To enhance the function of a particular sense while de-emphasizing the function of other senses to avoid them getting in the way.

For example, when reading, one mainly uses vision, so when concentrating on reading, one will not notice the noise around them.

The system is amazing, but what supports this amazing thing is human beings' own 'focus'?
Forget it, Aoyama Ritsu won't think about questions that have no answers.

He looked at the scene; the two teams had already decided the winner.

But winning or losing is no longer important, because at some point, the two sides decided to split the table.

"We may have lost today, but only I lost. Our class won't lose tomorrow!"

"I won't be the only winner tomorrow!"

The two teenagers admired each other.

"Aoyama-kun is so strong!" The girls from both classes gathered together because of their shared topic.

"I heard he's the younger brother of Ono Mika from Class 4."

"Ping pong is just as strong as the Chinese people!"

Because that's who I am.

"I love his eyes the most, they're so bright! I've never seen such bright eyes before!"

It was just washed with saline solution.

With the matter resolved smoothly, Aoyama immediately went to take photos of the Ono sisters.

Mika Ono has a serene temperament, and when she exercises, she exudes a unique charm.

Besides, she has a slender waist and large breasts.

"Not bad!"

Mizuki Ono is petite, hopping and skipping, with an extremely sweet smile.

When the ball hits the cup, she clenches her little red bean bun fist and gives her friends a high-five, making the boys around her turn their heads to look at her.

"I've been stepped on by Mizuki before. If you kids who just graduated from junior high know about this, won't you be very jealous?" Aoyama Risa muttered to himself as he took pictures.

Seeing that Shang Ai looked at him, her expression slowly turned disgusted, and she moved a little further away from him.

and many more.

Didn't she say she wanted to hone herself?

(End of this chapter)