Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 59 How far can it go? It probably won't go far.

After saying the unserious thing, Aoyama Rika explained seriously, "My relationship with her is probably like two carousels in the same facility. They are close to each other, but they will never touch."

"That's quite poetic," Ono Mizuki said, seemingly satisfied.

Ono Mika smiled.

After finishing their meal and washing the dishes, the three prepared to study.

Before it started, Ono Mizuki kept admiring the 10,000 yen bill, occasionally sticking it happily to her face.

"If your grades drop, you won't get the next month's bonus." Faced with the adorable Mizuki Ono, Mika Ono's tone couldn't be serious at all.

“I have an idea.” Aoyama Risa twirled her pen and smiled. “I did receive the text message, but I haven’t actually seen it, so I’m still not entirely at ease. Shall we go to FamilyMart together and check our balance at the ATM?”

There are certainly more ways to check your balance than this, but this is the most ceremonial.

The Ono sisters didn't say anything.

after awhile.

“It’s safer to do it this way,” Mika Ono said solemnly.

"Go?!" Ono Mizuki could no longer control herself.

"go!"

The three of them quickly got up, pushed and shoved each other to change their shoes at the door, opened the metal door, and rushed out.

"I'll buy some snacks while I'm at it!"

"Should we buy Mizuki a cell phone?"

"Let's talk about it after the exam!"

In the pitch-black night, the brightly lit FamilyMart convenience store is like a lighthouse guiding ships.

The three went inside and gathered in front of the ATM.

Mika Ono entered the password one by one.

At one point, Aoyama suddenly covered Ono Mizuki's mouth, and Ono Mizuki trembled with excitement.

"Um," the shop assistant looked over, "are you together?"

Ono Mizuki turned around and excitedly hugged Aoyama Osamu.

"Excuse me!" The clerk withdrew.

The three people were talking quietly in front of the ATM, their voices low but their emotions running high.

"It really is!" Ono Mika almost lost her mind, gripping Aoyama Osamu's arm tightly.

"One zero, two zeros, three zeros," Ono Mizuki checked the numbers, as if only in this way could she turn everything in front of her from a dream into reality.

"Don't rush, don't rush!" Aoyama reassured the two, "Let's try taking out 500,000!"

"Five hundred thousand?!"

“Um—” The shop assistant looked over.

"It's nothing." Aoyama Rika smiled brightly as she covered the sweet girl's mouth.

The shop assistant looked at the sweet-looking girl: "She looks like—"

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Ono Mizuki excitedly shook Aoyama Risa's body.

"Excuse me!" The clerk withdrew again.

Ono Mika said softly, "Five hundred thousand yen, that's so much money. It's too dangerous to carry it back with me."

The shop assistant still felt something was off, so just in case, he cautiously peeked out.

Just then, they saw Aoyama Risa taking off her shirt, and the sweet girl couldn't wait to help her.

This time, the shop assistant is resigning completely!
As the three left, the sweet girl hugged the boy's clothes, looking like a lovesick woman, rubbing her face against his and kissing him.

This is a FamilyMart convenience store, not a store that provides convenience for certain things!
The three people who had withdrawn 500,000 finally felt a sense of reality.

Not to mention the Ono sisters, even Aoyama Riya was somewhat dazed, realizing that it was so easy to earn so much money.

—System, well done! You're getting a day off tonight!

Back home, needless to say, the three of them used the 500,000 in various flamboyant ways, including but not limited to slapping faces, making beds, and throwing things around.

Finally, under Mika Ono's forceful command, they began to study.

In the evening, after taking a shower, Aoyama Risa wrote his novel until 12:30 a.m., having given the system a break.

Lying in bed, he calmed his emotions from the day and pondered the future.

In Tokyo, a family of three who wants to maintain a relatively affluent lifestyle would need between 1000 million and 1500 million yen per year.

One hundred million can only last for ten years.

This doesn't even include unexpected expenses. We must continue to earn money.

One hundred million, and Mika Ono is willing to give each person 100 per month. At least let her raise the standard to one million per month for each person to meet the financial target.

That is 100 billion.

The authors of hugely popular works such as "Dragon Ball," "One Piece," "Detective Conan," and "Naruto" must have earned over 10 billion yen long ago.

No, that's the comic book artist.

Are there any novel authors?
Thinking of this, Aoyama Ryo fell asleep.

Four o'clock in the morning.

--system!
System·Aoyama Rika coldly got up and silently began doing push-ups.

When it's time to rehydrate, it's as cold and indifferent as a robot returning to its base to recharge.

'How far can I go in this life?' Aoyama Ryo pondered.

Aside from ensuring the Ono sisters' happiness for life, he himself had no other life goals that he absolutely needed to achieve.

He likes money, power, and beautiful women, but he has little interest in becoming the richest man, dominating the world, or collecting the most beautiful women of all ages from all countries.

All he wanted to do was see how far he could go in this world with the system.

The pain from overexertion feels like bones cracking.

It hurts so much, I'm so tired, and I regret it so much.

Aoyama Rin realized a truth: a real man never pities himself when making choices.

For example, when exercising or studying systematically, he may feel regret, be lazy, or curse during the process, but when making choices, he absolutely cannot let himself have an easy time.

At six o'clock, Aoyama Riku lay on the ground as if he had just crawled out of the river.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he began writing his novel until Mizuki Ono called him to have breakfast.

"Make sure you ask about the new house today," Mika Ono reminded Osamu Aoyama.

"Don't worry." Aoyama Risa ate a large mouthful of leftover stew.

"We already have a hundred million, but we're still eating leftovers." Mizuki Ono sighed.

“Cherish it, this might be the last leftover meal you ever have,” said Aoyama Osamu.

"Then Onii-chan, you should eat more~" Ono Mizuki smiled sweetly and gave him an extra meal.

After breakfast, the three of them went out.

From my current residence, it takes about 30 to 40 minutes by car to get to Kaiming High School. If you include walking, waiting for the bus, and transferring, it takes about an hour.

My daily commute takes two hours.

Two hours a day, that's 91 days in three years.

Of course, there are days when you don't go to school, but even so, a lot of time is wasted.

When we arrived at school, the countdown banner for the baseball team had changed from '61' to '60'.

Today is Tuesday, and the first period this morning is Classical Studies.

"Let's begin," Akita Shio said as she walked toward the podium.

"Stand up!" the squad leader said.

Aoyama Osamu, who had said this morning that "a real man never pities himself when making choices," was now caught in a dilemma.

Using the system in class, if you lose focus, you'll truly be heading for hell.

However, under the system's pressure, his class efficiency was at least three times higher than usual.

You'll get used to it, don't be afraid, Qingshan!

--system!
With a death wish, Aoyama Ryo used the Mafuba technique on King Piccolo, much like Tien Shinhan did.

[Teaching scenario detected. Enable intelligent guidance?]

--yes!

"Please sit down," said Akita Shio. "Before class, I'd like to give you a heads-up. I'm the advisor for the Karuta club. The club wants to compete in the Tokyo regional tournament in June, but we're short one person. If you're interested, please consider it."

Aoyama Osamu's mind wandered from the moment the 'advertisement' started.

[Aoyama Rika: To Ayumi-kun, I'm sorry, I actually like you. Because you said we couldn't be together, I deliberately did some twisted things to make you hate me.]

Ladies and gentlemen, it's okay to treat yourselves well; there's no need to push yourselves to the brink.

This was the second lesson that Aoyama Ryo realized that day.

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