Tokyo Wingman King

Asama raised his hand.

"Liu Ye, can you change the movie to play?"

"Yes, the pad is connected to the Internet. Asama, you can choose the movie you want to watch. Of course, if that is the case, it is recommended to watch it with headphones."

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Except for him, no one on the bus had any intention of wearing headphones to watch. Even Ryuzaki covered his mouth and was concentrating on the picture on the screen.

In the movie, Manaka (Asama), after telling a series of great truths, was deceived of all his wealth by a Tokyo woman using the simplest tricks.

The strong character established by the monologue in the previous few minutes suddenly disappeared. Everyone quickly remembered the actor's clown image.

As the plot goes on, more and more lies are performed by the male and female protagonists in the most sincere way.

The girls were thinking, why do their hearts beat faster when they hear Asama's monologue?

When I heard his voice, it was like a bullet had been shot into my head.

A bullet that would explode while they were asleep.

A bullet that will explode when they see words, pictures, or images about cold, abstinent people, beautiful abs, and white hair.

A bullet that can make them fall in love with [Shisui Asama] 100% of the time, but there is only a 0.00000001% chance of Shisui Asama falling in love with them.

Yes, this must be because Asama is a god.

He is the god of love, so as long as he wants to fall in love, people will fall in love with him.

Although in reality, Asama doesn't want to fall in love. But in the movie, he is actually an upright person who has already fallen in love.

Because he is a god, even thoughts in dreams can affect the real world. Even the way you smile, pretend to be good, endure, or be cute in the movie makes your heart vibrate like the wings of a hummingbird.

Hayato Ryuzaki wore headphones and watched a movie he had watched twice during the cultural festival at 2x speed.

He knew very well that the reason Asama made this film was because he wanted to export something.

As for what this thing is, he is not too sure. There are too many things to say in the movie, or there are too many entry points for interpretation.

This suture of thoughts was like a storm, churning wildly in his mind. He feels that, judging from the title of the movie, Asama Shizui is deconstructing the concept of love.

Love in the name of love is mostly hypocrisy. Love is an experience, even an experience that people don't want to admit.

Love should be like a pair of underwear, worn on everyone's body, but if someone wears it on their head with great fanfare, this kind of love must have a purpose that has nothing to do with love.

Ryuzaki watched this film for the third time and came to several conclusions:
First, Asama Shisui's love counseling is just a pretense. He himself doesn't believe in it. Love counseling is most likely to judge a person's mind through love. In other words, the love counseling department is a natural place for conspiracy. ;

Secondly, this movie is not a concrete case of love notes, but a methodology to eliminate falsehoods and preserve truths. The only way to penetrate the world of lies is to remind everyone to listen less to what others say and see more to what others do while being silent;
Third, he determined that romantic comedies like [pretending to be an ex-boyfriend or a fake boyfriend], in which people build plank roads in secret and covertly hide their secrets, are full of Asama’s satire on the decadent class life and the empty social status quo;

Fourth, Asama does have a charm that ordinary people cannot have in their lifetime.

It's a pity that ordinary people can't understand these things. Most people just regard this as an idol comedy.

Hayato Ryuzaki took off his headphones and glanced at Asama.

The male protagonist on the small screen in front of more than 60 people on the bus was watching a movie at 2x speed - "The Big Short" - a movie describing the subprime mortgage crisis.

Ryuzaki has a clearer understanding of Asama's values ​​and stance.

He tapped Asama's shoulder and waited for Asama to take off his headphones.

"what's up?"

Ryuzaki pointed at the screen and said,

"Any self-criticism is irrelevant. It's not that they can't recognize themselves, but the cost of admitting their mistakes is far greater than whitewashing."

"you saw it?"

"The content of this movie fails to explain the profound things in a simple way, and it has no achievements in film art."

"Ah."

"Asama, if you want to warn others through negative cases, then let me tell you that you miscalculated. "The Wolf of Wall Street" did not awaken everyone's vigilance against capital, but instead consolidated the methodology for the villains who mingle at the grassroots level. This movie is also about how many people are eager for the next crisis to come, so you are teaching them how to lie, or you are an arms dealer selling lies.”

Asama paused the movie,
"Some people say that the original intention of inventing guns was to kill, while the original intention of Prometheus to steal fire was to survive. There is no difference between the two to me. [Our eyes are our prisons, and wherever we look, It’s the prison wall.”

"Nietzsche? I don't like him."

"As long as it works."

"A pragmatist? It's not bad, but it lacks a bit of aesthetics."

Yukino Yinto, who was sitting in the last row, looked at the two men watching the movie at 2x speed speechlessly.

Are people who listen to music at 2x speed qualified to talk about aesthetics?
He shook his head, took out another tube of potato chips, and watched "Falling in Love with Him Who Doesn't Exist". This bloody drama was really satisfying, and some of the metaphors even made his head feel a little itchy.

The super group of more than 2000 people from Japan's top aristocratic school kept the hotel service staff who prepared three days in advance as busy as a spinning top.

In Oirase Keirui, there are two hotels responsible for hosting Hidewa, both of which are owned by Hoshino Resorts Group. The total number of guest rooms is less than 500.

Therefore, most people have to accept the reality of sharing a room with three other people.

Of course, young men and ladies who have their own private villas or hotels in the local area will also invite their friends to stay at their homes.

Asama rejected invitations from more than 20 people at once, and his reputation seemed to have improved a lot.

"This is what a big man should look like!"

"They say the great teacher is strict, but I think he is quite easy-going!"

Judging from the feedback, it seems that this group of people came to him to refuse.

So what is the mentality of these people?
The staff brought nearly a hundred ponies to the reception square and took Yinghe students to the hotel in waves.

Asama handed the luggage to the staff. Instead of riding directly on the pony like the others, he touched the front of the pony and asked the staff,

"I heard that horses like to eat sweets, carrots, sugar cane, and apples. Which do these ponies like to eat more?"

"Uh, I haven't researched it. They all like to eat it. I also eat corn and alfalfa, and I also like to drink honey and syrup."

“Does taste vary from horse to horse, or can it be domesticated?”

The staff member looked at Asama strangely, this was the first time he heard someone ask this.

He doesn’t even ride a horse, and he asks some weird questions.

But he still answered Asama's questions patiently. After all, he could see from a distance that this white-haired, unattractive boy was respected by his classmates. He seemed to be the child of a noble family.

Except for the reason Yukino Yinto is overweight and cannot bear to abuse animals, the reason why most boys choose to walk is mostly to imitate Asama.

Some people say that Asama does not ride a pony, just as a wild boar does not eat fine chaff. Asama felt that this person must have just used the wrong proverb.

Some people say that a real man should ride a horse, and Asama suspects that he is driving.

Some people say that Asama doesn't ride horses because he likes Makima. Asama felt that this person should stay in Tokyo and sleep for a few more days. If that was not possible, he should go to the psychiatric ward to sleep.

Horikita, who is just over 7 meters tall, told everyone that riding a pony would be uncomfortable because of his long legs.

Asama felt more and more that maybe he and Horikita were the only normal people in the entire Eikawa.

After everyone checked in at the hotel, they walked out of the hotel without even entering the guest rooms and rode on the pony again.

Asama's roommates tonight are Yukino from the same group, and Yoshihiko Arima and Hanyu from the activity group ①.

Yukino glanced at Ryuzaki, who was assigned to a room with Gokyoin and Horikita, and breathed a sigh of relief.

How much do you hate Ryuzaki?
A large group of people walked back for a while.

Listening to the dense but leisurely sound of horse hooves, Asama stroked the horse's back and looked up at the summer scenery of Aomori.

Futami and Huang in front of the cavalry were both wearing sun hats and sitting on their ponies with their legs sideways.

Straight, tight, fair and slender, from the bead-like toes, ankles, calves, knees to thighs, every inch of skin is dazzling, even reminding Qianjian of the paragraph written by Yu Dafu about making people eat an extra bowl of rice. girl's tender toes.

The girl's legs looked like works of art. He was even worried that the legs of the great god would look too sweet and would be chewed by these ponies without knowing the importance. Passing by the slopes of Oirase Keiyu Hot Spring, the breeze among the mountains and forests made the daylight bearable.

Locals and tourists alike were attracted by Yinghe's horse team, which resembled the Silk Road.

Just like the shock of the Beijing Olympics opening ceremony, the scale effect is always attractive.

The juniper and birch trees on the hillside are as lush as a virgin forest, spreading their branches and leaves without being disturbed, which also brings the shock of the scale effect to everyone in Yinghe.

Even if there is a door to another world hidden deep in the mountain forest, it is not surprising at all.

Just when he thought this, Hanyu, who was behind the team, looked at the mountains and forest and sighed,

"Is there an elf princess hiding inside, waiting for me to corrupt her?"

The girls immediately showed expressions of disgust or helplessness.

Are you a goblin?
"Jingshui-kun, this place is so beautiful."

The second sight of admiration came over.

The shadow of the trees flashed across her beautiful eyes and smile.

"Ah."

After Futami said that, he raised his phone to take a picture of the scenery. After a while, the camera suddenly turned to Asama, who was covered by Asama's hat.

"Don't do dangerous things while riding a horse."

Asama put Futami's cell phone in his hood and took a photo of Futami.

After taking a picture of the girl, he saw Futami squinting her eyes and smiling in the breeze. He realized that he couldn't do this anymore, so he took a picture of the scenery.

There was a horse's hooves behind them, and Fusugawa and Shimajima, who had finished their social activities, rode their horses to catch up with Asama and the others.

Ignoring the staff's reminder, the vitality idol shook twice, stood up on the pony, and said with a smile,
"Robert-kun~ Let's take a group photo~ Have you seen the performance of the Indian Motorcycle Team?"

"I can help take pictures!"

Hanyu raised his hand.

You guys want to see us travel through another world together, right?

After taking a photo of Fusigawa and Jiandao, Jiandao suddenly talked about what she had just heard about the train.

A boy asked a girl to help him get a bouquet of flowers by tying his shoelaces. After he finished tying his shoelaces, when the girl wanted to return the flower to him, he smiled and said, "This flower is for you" and handed the girl a card that said - [Beautiful flowers, more Suitable for beautiful you].

"Why does this routine feel familiar, right, Arima?"

"Well, it's a bit like the flower-giving scene in Asama's movie in the car today."

Asama looked at Majima and asked,
"And it failed, right?"

"Hmm. How do you know?"

"I don't know, but the answer is already revealed in your expression."

"It is said that this action is supported by the Ministry of Service."

"That's it."

Asama thought of the head of the service department, Ryuzoji Chanha.

"So, Jingshui, how do you guarantee that the love actions you guide have a 100% success rate? I didn't find the answer in the "Love Book"."

Because those are just love theory notes, not a guide.
"Maybe it's just luck."

After walking up the gentle slope, in front of them was an open green, with picnic mats blooming like huge flowers on the green.

One end of the green turned into a barbecue area, and bursts of green smoke and the aroma of barbecue wafted over.

I thought it would be a hotel meal, or the picnic challenge, a required course in forest school.

It was quite unique to eat the first meal in Aomori outdoors.

For people in Yinghe, eating barbecue in the hot sun is not a bad thing.

Especially since they are only responsible for eating and do not need to bake it themselves.

Everyone sat down on the green lawn according to the rule of two groups with one picnic mat.

When Asama took out the cold brewed tea, the seven people present swallowed their saliva.

Including Yoshihiko Arima, the Vice President of the Student Union who never loses his composure.

Before he knew Asama was an expert in hand-brewed coffee, he knew Asama Shisui was a tea master.

After making tea several times, he understood that the quality of the tea in the Love Counseling Department does not depend on the quality of the tea, but the quality of the person who makes the tea.

There is nothing more comforting than sipping a cup of herbal tea in the midsummer breeze.

Asama asked the staff at the barbecue area for a few small paper cups. After pouring a cup of cold brew tea for everyone, he also took a sip.

Except for the barbecue smell, which was a bit off-putting, everything was perfect, at least 10 times more perfect than the "Luncheon on the Grass" that Monet created in the forest outside Fontainebleau Palace.

Including the fact that Chiyo Konoe went to the mountain villa and didn't come back.

Some privileged classes are like this, as if they have been integrated into the people and cannot reflect their superior status.

After finishing the tea in the 1L kettle, I listened to the girls chatting for a while, and then a plate of lunch was served on a picnic mat by the staff.

"If I don't eat something, I won't have the energy to chat."

Hanyu took a skewer of grilled chicken skin and started eating it without hesitation.

Asama suddenly had the idea that Hanyu didn't want to eat even a piece of barbecue. Hanyu who didn't talk was a good comrade.

"Can I get two skewers of this?"

Yukino asked Asama quietly.

Why am I asking this question?

Asama looked around and nodded.
"Eat as much as you like, and the extra portion will be given to you."

Asama not only gave his share to Yukino, but also took Konoe's share.

Seeing Asama hand him three skewers directly, Yukino showed a grateful expression and whispered,

"I'll treat you to orange Fanta later."

You have a grudge against me, right?
Girls have a love-hate relationship with barbecue.

Although the taste is good, the gesture of stroking the skewers is too unladylike, especially in front of the handsome guys from Class A of the first year.

Thinking of this, Asama asked for some chopsticks, took off the girls' portions from the skewers, and put them on the plate for them to eat.

On the way to lunch on the lawn, a large number of those who had gone to their own accommodation came back.

But Konoe doesn't seem to be very interested in barbecue and is not coming back.

The rationed barbecue made the unevenly distributed small groups noisy.

Hanyu, who was watching the excitement, suddenly ran back and said,

"Have you heard? In the afternoon, we have to cook by ourselves, and we have to restore the barbecue dishes and taste just now."

"???"

Huang and Imari looked at each other.

The second time he saw it, he laughed. We have Mr. Jingshui, so what's the problem?
Asama looked at Arima who also didn't eat much and was holding apple juice and admiring the scenery like him.

What kind of work is your student union planning? (End of chapter)