Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 64 Four-Panel Comic: Flies and Good People
what happened?

There's an awkward feeling of running into an ex-girlfriend or an ex-ex-girlfriend.

Aoyama felt a quietness, as if time itself had held its breath.

Miyako Yaeko continued drawing, but the smile on her lips was undoubtedly a mocking one directed at him.

A true man never refuses a challenge, and Aoyama Risa sits in the middle!

Sitting opposite her, Ono Mika glanced at him, but like someone who couldn't see a drowning person beneath the surface, she didn't notice the danger posed by Aoyama Ryo.

"Will you paint a self-portrait?" Mika Ono asked.

“That was something we did when we joined the club. Now it’s a club experience, so let’s draw a four-panel comic.” Yasuhara Hanae handed the two of them comic strip paper.

There are four sections in total, arranged vertically.

“It’s very simple,” Yasuhara Hanae explained. “Just come up with a short story and draw it in four squares.”

"Is it okay to draw even if you haven't studied drawing?" asked Aoyama Risa.

"That's right, that's right."

Yasuhara Hanae didn't give them any pointers; she let them draw freely on their own.

Aoyama Osamu flipped through the manga research club's magazine, which also contained four-panel comics.

Some were flamboyant, some were funny, some were even instructions on how to use a washing machine, and some depicted the school building going from dark clouds to rain and finally sunshine.

Each piece is unique and interesting; appreciating these works inspires one to try drawing one themselves.

What should I draw?
Recently, I've been thinking about Osamu Aoyama from "Detective A," and I immediately thought of drawing a scene from "Detective A."

It seems unnecessary to take it this seriously.

Aoyama Ryo decided to draw whatever he wanted.

five minutes later.

“My little brother draws very well!” Yasuhara Hanae said from behind him.

"Really?" Aoyama stopped writing, leaned back slightly, and admired his four-panel comic.

"It's really great. Although it has no drawing skills at all, it's very interesting and easy to understand. This is the most important ability of a cartoonist!"

Aoyama glanced at the system; there was neither "Manga E" nor "Drawing E," in short, no special skills.

"Senior Anhara, are you serious?" he asked again to confirm.

"Why don't you believe me?" Anhara Hanae wondered.

"Because of my appearance, girls have always said sweet things to me since I was a child."

Yasuhara Hanae couldn't help but laugh: "Really?!"

"real."

"The life of a handsome guy is unexpectedly tough, I'm not kidding you—don't let comics waste your time."

"understood."

Yasuhara Hanae then looked at the manga by Mikami Ai.

"Jin Shang, you're a genius! Oh, right, I'm not just saying nice things because you're good-looking or because you're here on behalf of the student council—would you like to join the manga club? Your future income will definitely surpass that of Eiichiro Oda!"

Eiichiro Oda's annual income is approximately several billion yen.

If Shang Ai's future income is only this much, then the family will truly be in decline.

Aoyama Rika secretly glanced at Ueko.

This elegant and beautiful young woman had no expression on her face, as calm as a still body of water.

"Thank you, senior. As the department head, your personality and character will also be important criteria for evaluation," said Ai.

"Hmm—, it would be a bit difficult to surpass Eiichiro Oda's annual income. Of course, it's not about ability; I think success requires a lot of luck. I think, based on what I've seen, your annual income is probably around one billion yen," Yasuhara Hanae said thoughtfully.

He saw that Shang Ai didn't say anything.

Faced with that calm face, Anhara Hanae suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Don't let personal feelings interfere with your work," Miyako Yaeko said to Mikami Ai, stepping past Aoyama Risa.

"Then I wish you an annual income of one billion yen," said Ai.

"Wait, I meant meeting Ai-kun, and it's just pure income from being a manga artist!" Yasuhara Hanae lost her composure, which had previously been confident that the manga research club would be fine.

All the members around, who were drawing intently, were looking this way.

It turns out they were all acting, just like the students who knew the homeroom teacher was at the back door.

“Don’t worry about it,” Miyako Yaeko said with a smile. “She recently broke up with her boyfriend and is in a bad mood.”

"I see, no wonder Ai-kun's comics are so gory." Yasuhara Hanae breathed a sigh of relief.

Aoyama Rika glanced at the canvas of the woman she loved.

Seeing that Ai had turned the easel to the other side so he couldn't see it, Aoyama Osamu had already seen it. It depicted a story of cannibals who, driven by unbearable hunger, roasted and ate themselves.

On the other side, Yaeko Miyayo's four-panel comic strip is—

In the first panel, the Manga Research Club presents a manga magazine, which the president gives a score of 5.
In the second panel, the Manga Research Club offered its loyalty, and the president gave it a score of 6.
In the third panel, some members of the Manga Research Club kowtowed and begged for mercy, while others drew manga in defiance of the president. The president gave it a score of 4.
In the fourth panel, the manga research club brought in a handsome guy, and the president gave him a score of 10.

The title is: "The President as Seen by the Manga Club".

It is impossible to predict what Miyako Yaeko is thinking.

A satirical comics club? Just drawing comedic comics? Or do they genuinely like handsome men?

As for Aoyama Osamu, what did he draw?
Once he looked away, even he couldn't understand what he had drawn.

—System, am I part of the Picasso school?
The system remained silent, which likely meant it had tacitly agreed.

After their experience, Aoyama Risa and Ono Mika left the Manga Research Club.

"Sister Meihua, do your friends call you 'Huahua'?"

"Ah."

"It sounds like a panda, it feels like a panda has this name."

"Really?" Ono Mika asked curiously.

“Hmm.” Aoyama Rika remembered something else. “Yasuhara-senpai is really amazing. Generally speaking, even if you don’t ask, you’ll still be curious if you know we’re not siblings. But she accepted it completely.”

Ono Mika was also surprised by this.

She thought for a moment and guessed, "Perhaps it's because she often reads some strange comics."

Regarding the strange comics, if Yasuhara Hanae is sentenced to fifteen years in prison, then Aoyama Osamu is sentenced to fifteen days in detention.

He never underestimates a creator's determination in choosing material.

In Naruto, Jiraiya even spied on women's bathhouses to gather material, demonstrating his great dedication.

"Before we head to the next club, how about we buy some water from the vending machine? It's on me," Aoyama suggested.

After their mother's death, they said goodbye to vending machines, a 'luxury', and now it's time to adapt to a normal life.

After hesitating for a moment, Mika Ono said, "Never mind."

“Go ahead, I have money,” Aoyama Risa said with a smile.

“Okay.” Ono Mika smiled.

"Aoyama Ryo-san."

The two turned around, and Ai Mikami, who had also left the manga research club, was watching them from behind.

“I want to talk to you alone.” She said calmly.

"I'll go buy drinks," Ono Mika whispered to Aoyama Risa.

"Hmm, I want the most expensive one."

After Mika Ono left, the corridor felt unusually quiet, even though I could hear the sounds of musical instruments and the shouts of the sports club.

"Can't wait to start enjoying the life of the rich?" Jian Shangai asked sarcastically.

"I really can't wait."

Not a single day can be wasted; let Ono Mika enjoy school life immediately.

High school isn't a tourist attraction you can visit at will; you only get one chance to attend high school—retaking the exam feels more like a cram school or a prison than a school.

Have you ever thought about how your sister would feel if she knew?

Will you keep this from me?

I will keep my promise.

“Then it’s alright,” Aoyama Rie said.

I saw Shang Ai with a disappointed sigh.

“Aoyama Rika,” she said, “you have an outstanding appearance and extremely high talent, so why inject toxins into your body? You could have lived a much brighter life.”

"Summer is coming soon, and I prefer to walk in the shade; it's more comfortable there."

"When a fly lands on a Venus flytrap, it initially sucks on the flytrap's sap and feels quite comfortable. However, without realizing it, the flytrap ends up digesting the fly."

Is she saying he's a fly?
"Thank you for your kindness, classmate. You are a good person, but we are not a good match." Aoyama Rika was speaking from the heart.

The fact that Shang Ai was willing to say so much to him proves what a good person she is.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" He prepared to leave.

"Why did you admit defeat in the game club before?" This is what Ai really wants to ask.

(End of this chapter)