Tokyo girls have a big problem

Chapter 82 Meeting Shang Ai, Meeting Shang Ai.

After Aoyama Riki moved the drum kit downstairs, the Sunny Day Band joined the band.

"Don't you think your younger brother is more excited than before?" Akika Agasa asked excitedly.

"Maybe it's because tomorrow is a holiday?" Ono Mika guessed.

“No, no.” Bess Sakura shook her head. “Mika, you don’t understand. When a man is suddenly so excited, it must be because he has accumulated energy.”

"Accumulate energy?" Ono Mika was even more confused.

“I think it must be because of the fact that my classmate was here today!” F. Rino’s voice was soft, but her tone was firm.

He glanced at her.

She knew very well that everything Aoyama Risa did stemmed from Ono Mika's perspective, and that was why she was so proactive today.

Aoyama Ryo cares deeply about his family.

He cared so much that he gave up money—a huge sum of money for "Detective A" four months later—and his reputation—only to be misunderstood by her.

She initially established the Athens Philosophy Research Department to create trouble for herself, and now a real factor has emerged that makes it impossible for her to remain calm.

As she went downstairs, Mika Ono struck up a conversation with her.

"Hey classmate, are property taxes and maintenance fees really that expensive?"

"Hmm." Seeing that Shang Ai didn't know the specifics, she could roughly guess.

Ono Mika nodded, then cautiously confirmed, "There's one more thing I want to know. Jian Shang, regarding the deal between you and Ryo, did you help him?"

Given the quality of "Detective A", even with a 10% royalty rate, according to Ai's estimate, Aoyama Osamu could earn over a billion yen in royalties.

Moreover, the two split the profits equally, far exceeding 10%.

This only includes royalties, not income from film adaptations, animation, comics, merchandise, etc.

Aoyama Rina's sale of 7 million yen was a complete bargain.

“I didn’t help him,” Ai replied. “If the quality of the sequels to ‘Detective A’ doesn’t drop significantly, it’s a fair trade.”

This is what she thought—

For Aoyama Ryo, the most important thing was to ensure that Ono Mika received the money with peace of mind. It couldn't be that she helped him, nor could it be that Aoyama Ryo suffered a loss and sold it at a low price.

As she expected, Mika Ono breathed a sigh of relief.

“Actually,” Ai said again, “if the quality of the sequel to Detective A doesn’t decline, I’ll actually be the one who benefits, which is why I agreed to Aoyama’s conditions.”

"That's good." Mika Ono smiled. "It's only right that I'm willing to make a deal with Li even though I haven't received the full manuscript and the book hasn't been published yet. It's only right that I make money from my classmate."

"I trust my judgment."

"I also think 'Detective A' is very well written."

It's quite remarkable that even before the book was finished or published, Aoyama Osamu received 700 million yen, and Ono Mika wasn't too worried or suspicious.

The two went downstairs.

The performance venue chosen by Aoyama was in front of the roundabout at the school gate, a route that all teachers and students had to take.

"Are we going to perform here?" Ono Mika asked shyly.

“Good idea.” Jian Shang Ai nodded. “After school, if a dozen or so people stop to listen to your performance, more people will stop out of curiosity. The probability of it exceeding fifty is very high.”

but.

Not only Mika Ono, but the other four members of the Sunny Day Band also felt ashamed.

Performing at the school gate was almost an A-level challenge for this group of people who had no friends.

"It can't be done."

"It's simply impossible."

"There's only one way to keep me here: mummify me."

"Could we start from the sixth floor of the club building?"

Aoyama ignored them and took out his phone to make calls.

"Little brother, what are you doing?" Akari looked over curiously.

Then, pointing at her phone with a look of horror, she reported to the other three, "He's searching for how to make a mummy!"

Drummer Yumemi snatched Aoyama Osamu's phone and shoved it into Ono Mika's hands.

"You should give your phone to your classmates!" F. Rino muttered, unable to bear it any longer.

“This is my resolve,” Aoyama announced. “Give up, this is the only place for the performance.”

During the process of being tormented—no, guided—by the system, Aoyama Ryo realized a truth—

There are no limits to human potential.

For example, losing weight, practicing calligraphy for two hours every day, or learning a foreign language are things most people can't do, but is it really impossible?
“Junior, this really won’t work. It’s too much to ask of us,” said Bess Sakura.

"Is it really not going to work?" Aoyama asked them.

They didn't say anything.

“ABCDE, it’s okay if Aoi Mikami thinks it’s E?” Aoyama Osamu asked again.

They glanced around at their surroundings and then lowered their heads.

Like a group of children who lack self-control, even with the teacher's earnest advice, they still cannot restrain themselves and make themselves study seriously.

They know it won't work, but they just can't bring themselves to do it.

The girls looked at Aoyama Risa with worry, their hearts filled with guilt, but they just couldn't bring themselves to say that they had agreed to perform for him here.

Aoyama Risa took a deep breath.

The girls' hearts raced, and Mika Ono hesitated, wanting to say something but holding back.

“I’m excited,” said Aoyama Risa.

"Huh?" The girls were astonished.

"Remember today! When you stand on the stage of the Budokan, facing 14,000 spectators, remember this day, remember me who pushed you, a bunch of socially awkward people, onto the stage!"

"Alright, move the props, let's go to the elevated walkway on the sixth floor."

"Wait, wait, wait, little brother, what happened to you just now?" Akari called out to him quickly.

"If we don't leave now, a lot of people will pass by," Aoyama reminded him.

They immediately fled, as if being chased by the urban management officers.

"Didn't they say the performance could only be held at the school gate?" My wife, Akika, asked.

"We'll go sooner or later, when it's time to settle things."

"Is it okay if we're classified as an E-level club by Jian Shang Ai?" Drummer Meng Shi asked.

"It doesn't matter whether she gives an A or an E rating, as long as there are fifty audience members."

"Aoyama-kun, stop saying the opposite of what you mean. Please speak your mind and properly express your love for Mikami-kun!" F. Rino scolded.

Aoyama Riki drew his paper sword.

"Ouch~" F. Rino clutched her head.

"Junior, remember I gave you a treat last night. Ouch~"

Aoyama Osamu, holding the paper sword, looked at Ono Mika, who turned her face away, giving him an expression as if they didn't know each other.

Aoyama Riki sheathed his sword with a hint of regret.

On the sixth-floor elevated corridor, the girls performed for the entire academy under the clear sky.

Seeing that they were getting into the zone, Aoyama quietly left, heading to the kendo club and the baseball club.

It's not about watching the female manager and the blonde swordswoman; it's about gathering material.

Seeing that Shang Ai turned around and followed her.

Drummer Mengshi glanced at the two figures as they walked away and continued playing his drums.

"Aoyama-san."

Aoyama looked back and saw a girl standing at the top of the stairs, her long, snow-white legs swaying gently in the breeze.

"Ok?"

“Your sister just asked me about property tax,” said Jian Shangai.

"What did you say?"

"do not worry."

Aoyama understood: "Thank you."

"Oh, right," he remembered something, "could I pay you back 1,000 yen a month for the 10,000 yen I owe you?"

Seeing this, she smiled and asked, "Has your allowance decreased because of the property tax?"

Aoyama was a little embarrassed.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Baseball club, and I'm also planning to go to the kendo club later."

"The baseball team has a practice game today, and I'm going there too." Ai walked down.

The two walked downstairs, and Aoyama Ritsu no longer lagged behind.

At this time, the students had either already gone home or were all staying in their clubs; only the two of them remained in the hallway.

"Aoyama-kun, what are your thoughts on Rino's lyrics?"

“C.” A second later, Aoyama looked at her. “You don’t think I like you again, do you?”

“I was originally planning to talk about something else, but since you brought this up, we can talk about this topic first.” Jian Shangai’s tone was calm and composed.

“I ask, you answer,” she said. “Don’t you like me at all?”

Aoyama Rin subconsciously wanted to say "yes".

However, at this moment, seeing the way Shang Ai was looking at him, it was as if she was trying to figure out what number it was during a colorblindness test.

“I like any pretty girl—my liking for you is limited to that,” he replied.

Seeing Ai sigh, it seemed she was bored with Aoyama Osamu's stubborn resistance.

"Do you like me? Yes or no, it's one or the other," she asked again.

interesting.

"So, do you like me? Yes or no, it's one or the other," Aoyama Rika asked rhetorically.

"I don't like it. What about you?"

hateful!

"I like it." What else could Aoyama Risa say?

I met you, I met you.

He is a beautiful girl who will fall in love with you the moment you see her, and as a normal boy in both mind and body, he is naturally unable to escape this fate.

Seeing that Shang Ai smiled happily, she said, "Ask me again."

"what?"

"The question from earlier."

"'Do you like me?'" Aoyama Risa wasn't asking, but rather confirming whether that was the right question.

"There's a little bit now."

[Love in Daily Life - Meet Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 86%]

(End of this chapter)