Tokyo Wingman King

(After much thought, I decided to write a side story, continuing the linear narrative. At the same time, I also gave up the idea of ​​writing a purely first-person story. I will write it slowly, recording the endless August of the mediocre people.)
"A Shuishui, I want to ride a horse~"

"Get off me."

"But that's not what A Shui's pony said~ Let me feed the pony grass~ Hey~"

The face of the girl with high ponytails looked as tipsy as mulled wine.

"Shizue-kun, open your mouth, ah~ah~ah~~~"

"It's like cheese. Is it delicious?"

The girl with low twin ponytails had lips as soft as jelly.

"It's so warm in Jingshui's arms. It feels like crawling into a fireplace in winter."

"Have Jingshui's hands grown bigger? They are a lot bigger than mine now."

The back of the girl with short twin ponytails is as smooth as white jade.

"Do you know how many love lines there are in this movie, Robert?"

"There are too many modern metaphors. Even [The moonlight is so beautiful] is a love story. There are almost 200 sentences in it."

"There's only one sentence. The hero looks at the [I love you] written on the notebook by the heroine. Did you notice it? [I love you]."

The eyes of the girl with spiral twin ponytails are as dazzling as blue meteors.

Once again, waking up from a nightmare.

In that body as white as snow cream, there was a beautiful flame. The passion of the girls burned him like hellfire. But compared to the burning, the fragmented and scattered emotions caused more pain to his nerves.

Asahi covered his face.
Why are they all wearing twin tails!!!
An incomparable feeling of exhaustion permeated my body.

He seemed like a dirty towel that had fallen into the mud and could not be picked up or wrung out; or like a headless cucumber sealed in a glass jar, allowing the chili, fennel, garlic, vinegar water to gradually seep into its body.

Heavy, dirty, and unable to extricate myself.

Spicy, sour and suffocating.

He forgot when it started, but these days, he had alternating dreams of erotic craziness and dull and depressing dreams, which made him a little nervous.

Is it the side effect of abusing "staying up late"?
But [Somersault] and [Goalkeeper] are pretty good.
[Somersault] always allows him to easily enter the invincible frame time and avoid other people's attacks.
[Goalkeeper] always allows him to catch what he wants.
Huh? ? ?
Thinking about it this way, there are more and more things that I cannot escape from and things that I want to catch but cannot catch.
Before looking for the reasons in himself, he first chose to doubt the system. After all, his hair was turned white by cheating.

After much deliberation, Asana decided to seal the magical skill of [staying up late] for learning.

At the same time, he also obediently took off the Star of □□□ - this obsidian ornament that no one could see - since his basic stamina had become 5, his shortcomings in stamina, strength, and constitution were no longer obvious, so there was no need to sacrifice his already limited intelligence for a long time.

The drop in physical strength from 8 to 5 is obvious. Physical deficiency and mental fatigue are like two floods merging into one, impacting the dam of reason.

It was like an overload of 10.24G, pressing Asana back onto the bed, unable to move.

At 5:20 in the morning, looking out the window at the mountain mist from his guest room on the first floor, he couldn't help but recall the not-so-scary fragments of his nightmare.

Those daily interactions were not out of place for him. Experiencing all kinds of dates with them was like entering a multi-female GalGame that could be saved and loaded, previewing his and their future in different world lines.

Therefore, every dream is like a thick novel, which will make people feel empty and difficult to let go after reading it.

If the illusion is truly based on reality, then this illusion will continue to play the role of [draining Asama Shizue's body energy] just like reality.

Reality, the reality in which time is occupied rather than shared, the reality in which time is transformed more than it is transformed, the reality in which one gradually accepts and gets used to it, is squeezing him.

Just as Yukio Mishima wrote in "Novelist's Holiday" - [Although on the surface it appears to be in opposition to the times, in fact it is sleeping in its embrace. ]

This world is full of the phenomenon of [loveless people playing with love]. If one indulges in reality, he will become the person he hates the most and is the most disgusting, just like in his dreams.

Even if he only shoots in his dreams without missing a target, it can still aggravate his [Post Traumatic War Disorder].

Perhaps it was precisely because of this helplessness in being unable to fight against the environment that Yukio Mishima chose to commit suicide - a suicide performance that was like a live broadcast - perfectly imitating the death of the martyr Sebastian who was shot to death by arrows.

After Mishima Yukio committed suicide, his mother Lu Wenzhong said: "My son finally did something that followed in others' footsteps. This is the first time."

In order to be himself, Mishima had no choice. He finally fully showed the world his attitude of resistance and even reverse transformation, but the price was his life.

Yukio Mishima's suicide became a special landscape that warned the world. He became a kind of other. He himself became his last work, being both a death row prisoner and an executioner, confusing life and death, good and evil, tears and blood, confusing writing and life, confusing justice and fanaticism, and dying in his own writing.

This was Mishima's wish.

This was Mishima's redemption of himself.

But the fact that Asama Shizumizu encountered a similar problem did not mean that he had to learn Mishima Yukio's solution.

[The depth of passion is measured by the lower emotions it contains, which ensure its intensity and persistence.]

Asama, who has been disenchanted by the "Hidden Powerful One", no longer has the passion for martyrdom.

Everyone understands the principle of the little horse crossing the river, but more importantly, Asama Shizumizu is more afraid of death than before.

After lying on the bed like a corpse in the morgue for more than half an hour, SAN regained his normal state and forced himself to stay awake, drank a glass of water, changed into sportswear, opened the door and prepared to exercise in the morning.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I opened the door, the heroines in the dream were already standing at the door of the room.

"Guten Morgen (Good morning)~" x4
As the owner's youthful figure blossomed, four pairs of ponytails, each with its own unique style, swayed towards Asama.

Summers in the countryside aren't much cooler than in Tokyo.

It’s just that the wind in the shade will be more comfortable and the temperature difference between day and night will be a little greater.

The weather software shows that today's temperature is 36 degrees, and human body temperature is also around 36 degrees. Why is the most suitable temperature for human life 24-26 degrees?

Does this mean that humans are a kind of heat, a kind of uncomfortable existence, and that skin contact between people is inappropriate?

Normally, Asama, who would listen to knowledge lectures while jogging in the morning, was only interested in random things at this moment.

The five-person morning jogging team attracted villagers who usually did not greet Asana to greet him.

Although Asama was good at giving a business-like smile, he just nodded coldly and had no intention of stopping to chat with everyone.

"So Robert is the type of village bully? The villagers are all forcing smiles at you~~~"

As she ran, the twin ponytails of Busou were as messy as Junko Enoshima's, as if every strand of hair was alive. Reason told Asama that this could only mean that Busou's hair was too light and too thin.

"If they were really village bullies, they wouldn't even know my name and just call me [the kid from the Asama family who has always received the Tokyo Scholarship]."

"Didn't Robert ever receive a scholarship?"

"In the countryside, information is somewhat blocked, and they also like to maliciously speculate on some things."

"But in Tokyo, most of the neighbors in the apartment don't even know each other's last name. People in Ito are still very friendly."

Futami is grateful for all the things that have accompanied Asama as he grew up.

A few people passed by Sanno Shrine and started climbing the mountain.

Futami was wearing Pochi's sun protection jacket and breathing the air on the roadside carefully.

To be honest, the air quality on this road, where trucks pass by from time to time, is really poor.

"Which middle school is Jingshui Junior High School? How about we go check it out?"

The suggestion proposed by Jiandao was quickly adopted by everyone, and the answer was directly sought from Pochi.

Pochi, who knew all the information about Asama by heart, led everyone to the municipal junior high school near Ippiku Lake, 1.5 kilometers away, while improvising a random speech about "precious memories".

As there was a mountain road to the south, Jiandao, who was already physically weak, quickly fell behind the team.

Busei took off her sun protection suit and twisted it into a rope, tied her and Jiandao's arms, and pulled Jiandao forward.

"Excuse me."

Pochi laughed.

"Xiao Jiandao, can you ride an electric bike tomorrow?" Jiandao shook his head.
"If you can exercise more, then exercise more. Didn't Ms. Pochi say before that Shizue didn't get her body in shape until high school?"

"But he has a cat teacher, and he has been training under his guidance for 10 years. This is called accumulation of experience."

"Huh? Are there really kitten ninjas?"

"Yes, I see it often. Ah Shui may be the only human that Mr. Cat is interested in. I wonder if it is a female cat."

Asama gave Pochi a slap on the head.

"Well - Ah Shui, if you want to respect your teacher, at least respect me a little more. [Once a teacher, always a father], have you forgotten?"

Everyone's pace gradually slowed down, and they simply took a rest on the benches on the side of the road.

"If there really is a teacher named Shinobu, then the castle tower of Shizumizu-kun's family, like Azuchi Castle, is also real, right?"

"Tsk, did Ah Shui also tell Xiao Erjian about this family secret? That's right, but only people with the blood of the Asama family can break the barrier and enter this castle tower."

"Has Robert ever been in there?"

"Ashui should have been inside and got the treasure of the castle tower. However, if you have not had the same experience, even if Ashui brought the treasure out, you would not be able to see it. For example, the helmet that can learn everything very quickly."

"Ms. Pochi, are you talking about the Ravenclaw diadem?"

"Yes, yes, that seems to be the name~"

Listening to Pochi telling those irrelevant legends in a serious manner, Busei and the others all laughed.

Asama thought that since Pochi was so good at making up stories, he should become a novelist instead of applying to the University of Tokyo. Later, he would let her read Robert McKee's "Story" trilogy and "Borges, Writing Lessons".

Asama, who was the only one with a bag on his back, distributed water to everyone. The girls were surprised when they saw Asama buying water from the vending machine in his yard early in the morning.

Asama looked at the chairs that were already occupied by the heroine in his dream, so he stood aside and drank a cold Fanta.

"Robert, drinking carbonated drinks during exercise is not healthy at all. Would you like a drink of water? I didn't drink from my mouth just now."

"It doesn't matter. We Asama family have special physiques. Fanta is as important to us as Coke is to Franky."

Pochi was also drinking gulps of Fanta.

"Ito is so quiet."

Erjian sighed.

Jiandao nodded.

"Yeah, if you look at the sea from a higher place, the sea will also become a piece of [still water], right?~"

The silence was soon broken by the sound of car horns.

In front of several people, the pickup truck that was supposed to be speeding past suddenly stopped.

A girl walked down from the driver's seat, walked around the car with the momentum of a discipline committee member fighting a bad boy, and said angrily to Asana.

"You were the one who called the police last time, right?"

"No."

Asama recognized the girl with a clean-looking face and a Kocho hairstyle—her desk mate in junior high school, Yoshida Reiko.

She glanced at the four girls from Tokyo sitting on the bench.

One of them came over last week.

Are all girls in Tokyo of such high standard?

Yoshida Reiko didn't lose heart. She crossed her arms and glared at Asama.
"You don't dare to admit what you did?"

"So what did I do?"

The two stared at each other for a long time, and Yoshida Reiko was defeated.

Can going to Tokyo change a person so much?

In the past, I just thought that [Asama Shizue], this guy who had been known as a child prodigy since childhood, had an extraordinary clean and mature temperament.

Looking at him is like looking into a mirror.

Reiko Yoshida has found her kind.

But now, with white hair and the taller and stronger [Asama Shizue], he has a charm that is no less than the four beautiful girls behind him.

Dyeing his hair did not make him look frivolous, but instead gave him a clean and elegant temperament.

"I wanted to go to Tokyo but now I can't. It's all because of you!!!"

"Didn't you listen to the advice I gave you? Have you found all the reasons why your father opposed you going to Tokyo?"

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"You make no progress on truly important things, but take your anger out on irrelevant people. Yoshida, are you that kind of person?"

Seeing Yoshida looking like he was about to cry because of Asama, Fuzugawa laughed and said,

"Mr. Robert, won't you introduce your friend to us?"

"We are not friends!"

Asama shrugged,

"Friends shouldn't be such a superficial relationship."

Unexpectedly, Pochi jumped out to smooth things over.
"Let me introduce them to you. Um~ This is A Shui's junior high school deskmate, Yoshida Reiko from Yoshida Agriculture. Little Yoshida, I'm Asama Pochi, A Shui's cousin from Tokyo. These three are A Shui's good friends, classmates, and department members in Tokyo, Fushigawa Risa, Futami Tsukimi, and Majima Mai. I've troubled you to take care of A Shui in junior high school, and please give me your guidance in the future~"

Pochi, who was aware of the information gap, was very alert and added the prefix "from Tokyo" in his self-introduction in case Yoshida asked him why he had never heard of or seen Asama having a cousin before.

Yoshida saw that the four beautiful girls from Tokyo seemed to be easy to talk to, so she stopped making a sullen face and asked,

"Where are you going? I'll take you there."

Asama glanced at Yoshida and said helplessly,
"Can't you see we're jogging in the morning?"

"We are going to check in at your junior high school~"

“What’s so good about school?”

"I just want to know about Shizumi-kun's junior high school life. Hey Yoshida-san, can you tell us about Shizumi-kun's junior high school life?"

".I'm not sure. He is not very noticeable in our school."

No wonder!
Of course Yoshida Reiko knew about Asama's junior high school life.

He knew everything about the awards he had won, how many first places and full marks he had gotten in exams, and how many books he could read in the library in a week.

She also knew all the things he didn't know, such as those girls who liked him and those campus legends related to him.

But why should I share these precious memories with these Tokyo girls?

"As expected of you, Robert-kun. It turns out you've developed a bad taste for playing the role of an invisible person in junior high school."

"Yoshida-san, did Shizumizu control the points in junior high school?"

"Control the score? What do you mean by control the score?"

"When Shizumi-kun was in junior high school, did you always rank 6th in exams, or 66th?"

"Isn't he first most of the time? It seems like there were only three times when he didn't take first place?"

The beautiful girls from the Love Consultation Department smiled knowingly.
"Yoshida-san, aren't you very clear about Shizumi-kun/Robert-kun/Shizumi-kun's affairs?" (End of this chapter)