Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 73 The moonlight is so beautiful
The girls from the Sunny Day Band walked out of the club building.

"The sun at 3:50 pm is still so bright!"

"I always thought it would be dark by this time."

Despite naming themselves "Sunny Day," they never actually saw Sunny Day during club activities.

Aoyama Risa carried the case containing the drum kit downstairs. He glanced outside and saw sunlight filtering through the branches, casting shadows on the Western-style arcade, which seemed to sway in the water.

“Let’s go!” said Akika Agasa.

The group left the club building and headed to the traffic roundabout located at the school gate.

When school was over, one luxury car after another drove in to pick up a student.

Not yet.

As they approached, a black Mercedes-Benz MPV slowly drove into the roundabout and stopped at the pick-up point.

The driver got out of the car, and as she jogged toward the door, the sliding door opened slowly and automatically.

"Is it that car?" my wife, Akika, asked.

"I think so," said Bess Sakura.

"The person who gets personally accompanied by the principal to tour the campus when transferring schools is definitely not an ordinary person. My family only has one Mercedes, my dad," drummer Meng Shi said.

There are many wealthy students at Kaiming High School, but having a car to pick you up and drop you off at school and having a car readily available are two different things.

There are very few people like Jian Shang Ai.

"Just how rich is Ai's family?" the group murmured as they approached the black Mercedes.

As the agent, Aoyama Ryo spoke first: "May I ask..."

"Is this Young Master Qingshan?" the driver immediately asked.

"I am Aoyama Risa."

This is the first time I've been called "Young Master".

The driver bowed and said, "It was Miss Shang who arranged for me to pick you up."

"Excuse me, thank you."

An MPV can seat seven people; excluding the driver, six people are just right.

"There doesn't seem to be enough room for the drum kit," drummer Mengshi said, looking at the trunk.

"Put as much as you can on the train, and leave the rest to me. I'll take it over," said Aoyama Risa. "I know that place; it's quick by train."

What else do they want to say?

Aoyama Risa spoke first: "If you have a better idea, you can say so. If not, get on the bus immediately."

“Thank you.” Drummer Yumeshi’s voice was a little louder.

At least we can be sure it's not a pipe dream.

The six of them were petite, and since Aoyama Risa didn't ride in the car, they made room for the entire drum set.

"Am I the only one who's superfluous?! I'm not going!" Aoyama Ryou couldn't believe it.

The girls were all laughing.

“The agent and errand runners can’t be absent from the scene.” Akika Wagatsuma’s tone was like talking to a kindergarten child.

"If you don't go, we might lose our only audience member!" F. Rino said anxiously.

"Wait, Rino, I admit you're telling the truth, but don't say it out loud!" Drummer Yumemi shouted.

"Junior Aoyama, don't you want to keep looking at me?" Senior Sakura held her skirt, her expression unreadable, whether it was disappointment or a hint that she wanted to see under her skirt.

Aoyama Osamu said to the driver, "Please, the address is near the Nagatacho subway station. There's a plaza there, and you can park your car at the Akasaka public parking lot."

"I know where you are, young master. I will get the ladies there safely." The driver bowed and turned to get into the car.

The car window opened, and the crowd huddled together with the musical instruments looked at him.

"The latecomer treats everyone to McDonald's!" Aoyama Risa waved.

"Driver, you must speed up the tram!" drummer Mengshi encouraged.

The driver smiled slightly, nodded to Aoyama Rin, and the black Mercedes drove out of the roundabout and left the campus.

Just now, Ono Mika was laughing very happily, and when Aoyama thought of this scene, his whole body was filled with strength.

He didn't go to the station immediately, but turned back to the club building and left his phone with Ono Mizuki.

"Contact us after the club activities are over, and we'll go to McDonald's together," he said.

"McDonald's," Mizuki Ono murmured thoughtfully.

With her petite figure and sweet appearance, she is adorable and amusing when she is thinking.

Of course, she's not stupid; she gets excellent grades.

"You don't like it?" Aoyama asked curiously.

"Of course I like it, but I like your hamburger steak even more. If I go to McDonald's, I'll miss a meal."

"Silly girl!" Aoyama Risa laughed. "As long as you're not afraid of getting fat, I can make you midnight snacks, for the rest of my life."

"I'm not eating late-night snacks!" Ono Mizuki scoffed. "You'd better hurry up and go. Don't actually treat us. Seven people, is 10,000 yen enough?"

"Okay, I'm off. See you tonight."

"These hamburger patties are so delicious, I could eat them my whole life and never get tired of them," Ono Mizuki thought to herself as she walked back to the singing club.

"Mizuki, why is your face so red?" her first-year friend said.

Am I blushing?

"Ah."

Oh no, Aoyama Osamu is definitely going to misunderstand and think I'm shy!
"Your ears are red too!" your friend added.

Aoyama got off at Nagatacho Station, and while putting away the books in his hands, he planned to return them all to the Adachi Ward Central Library that evening.

I have exams in the next few days, and I'm moving during the Golden Week holiday. All these things piling up will be very troublesome.

When they arrived at the agreed-upon place, there was no one in the small square.

Looking around, I realized that under the outdoor seats with parasols, the girls were drinking juice, and musical instrument cases were piled up to the side.

Not only the instrument case, but also various equipment, should be delivered by another vehicle arranged by Shang Ai.

"What are you waiting for me for?" Aoyama Rika walked over and asked, puzzled.

They didn't say anything.

Ono Mika said shyly, "We're a little embarrassed." Aoyama Risa put down his schoolbag, picked up the large black bag containing the drum kit, and walked straight to the center of the square.

The girls exchanged a silent glance.

Akika Gasai took a deep breath: "Let's go!"

"Ok!"

They picked up their instruments and followed Aoyama Risa. At seventeen or eighteen, in the season of blossoming flowers, they ran like a group of petals blown by the wind.

"Before we begin, I have a story to tell you," said Aoyama Risa to the five girls.

The girls who were adjusting the equipment looked at him.

"Once upon a time, there was a man named Niulang. In order to marry the Weaver Girl and prevent her from returning to heaven, he secretly hid her clothes while she was taking a bath."

The story of "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" also exists in Japan, where there is a custom of hanging wishing slips on bamboo during the Tanabata Festival.

“What I mean is,” Aoyama explained, making sure they understood, “that even if I have to resort to despicable means, I will make sure you can’t go back and that you have to perform here until eight o’clock tonight.”

"Wouldn't it be inappropriate to take off your clothes in the street?" Bess Sakura asked.

"Just not very good?!" Drummer Yumeshi was more sensible.

“I’ll take your backpacks so you can’t study tonight,” Aoyama said.

The girls: "."

When they met on a narrow path, they drew their daggers, but their opponents pulled out Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, saying they would settle the matter with a duel.

"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" Bess Sakura said, hanging her bass on her thin shoulder. "Come find your senior after your exams, and I'll help you graduate."

Ono Mika looked at her, and Bess Sakurako's expression didn't seem like she was joking.

“In that case,” Aoyama Risa said, taking out the phone that Ono Mika had left with him, “from now on, I will record the whole thing. If you haven’t started performing within two minutes, I will send this ugly, quiet recording to everyone in my contacts so they can see your embarrassing state.”

"How many people are in your contacts?" my wife, Akari, immediately asked.

"All the girls in the class, Ms. Akita Ushio, Ms. Kuze Oto, the student council president, Ai Mikami, and the female manager of the baseball team."

My wife, Akika, plucked the strings and delivered a solo performance filled with intense emotion, drawing the attention of passersby.

"Listen up!" she told her teammates. "In my classmates' eyes, I'm a 'musician.' If anyone dares to shatter that image, I'll strangle them with my guitar strings and then kill myself!"

There are six guitar strings in total, and no one present can escape them.

Everyone looked at Aoyama Rika, who remained silent, but pointed her phone at them as if she were pointing a gun at them.

“90 seconds left,” he said.

The five began to play, and Mika Ono sang Puffy's "My Way of Life".

If anyone is feeling uneasy, be sure to lend a helping hand.

Ono Mika's voice sounded a little nervous.

Whether things go smoothly or not, it's all part of your survival strategy.

We feel good even while we're burning; that's proof we're alive.

Aoyama Risa was the first audience member. After the second and third audience members appeared, he left and went to the outdoor seats where the girls had been sitting.

At six o'clock in the evening, after Ono Mizuki arrived, the two went to buy McDonald's together.

One hamburger for each person, costing 180 yen;

One medium-sized Coke for each person costs 270 yen;
One ice cream cone for each person, costing 140 yen;

Two 600 yen large fries and McNuggets combo meals.

Total cost: 5330 yen.

"My allowance for half a month is gone." Aoyama Rika felt extremely distressed.

"May's allowance will be given out in a few days." Ono Mizuki licked her ice cream cone, and her petite figure made Aoyama Risa feel an urge to hold her hand.

I was afraid she would get lost, or that she would be so engrossed in eating that she wouldn't be watching where she was going.

After dinner, the girls continued singing.

No one listened to them sing all the time, but there were always people around, and they seemed to enjoy it.

Mizuki Ono, seeing this, couldn't resist joining in and singing along with Mika Ono.

Aoyama Risa sat by the pool, watching them with a smile.

Soon after, I met my love.

There were many people coming and going at this time, but when she appeared in sight, they would immediately notice her, as if they had been captured. Her beauty was like an elegant and high-end vacuum cleaner, while the eyes of passers-by were just pitiful, immobile dust.

She changed into casual clothes.

The gray-purple shirt-style top is not a shirt, so it has both the formality of a shirt and a casual feel.

Her lower body was covered by a navy blue midi skirt that reached her ankles.

She exudes gentle elegance while maintaining a fashionable sense of style.

She stood in the crowd listening to the music, and many people couldn't help but look at her.

Those adult men, even knowing that it was inappropriate to look at a young girl like that, still couldn't control their gaze.

After listening for a while, Ai walked over to Aoyama Rina by the pool and said, "They sang well. I have a few questions I want to ask them later."

"There's still an hour left, can we wait?"

Seeing that Ai nodded, he turned to look at the Sunny Day Band, not intending to chat with Aoyama Risa.

Listening to the Ono sisters' singing, Aoyama Rijo couldn't help but show a satisfied expression.

He recalled Kuzeine's words and couldn't help but look up at the sky, where a gentle night breeze was blowing.

"The moon is beautiful tonight," he exclaimed.

I glanced at the night sky; it wasn't a full moon, nor was it around the time of a full moon, so it wasn't particularly beautiful.

That's only one possibility.

“It’s impossible for us,” she replied coldly.

"."

Aoyama Ryo decided to give a serious explanation of why he insisted on receiving the money in advance.

He was always misunderstood as liking her, which troubled him a lot.

(End of this chapter)