Tokyo Wingman King

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She looked into Busei's eyes with some charm.

Asama sighed. He found that he had sighed more times in the past two months than in the past 16 years combined.

This sigh, like the mechanism that generates anger and pain, stems from one's own incompetence.

"We are close enough, F-san, can you tell me why you dragged Yue Hai and Mai into small group activities? I thought you wouldn't cause me any trouble."

The topic of diversion has been thrown out.

Asana put in all the coins one by one, listening to the thudding sounds, then leaned over and took two cans of grape-flavored Fanta, one can of Queer orange juice, one can of Schweppes soda, and one can of sugar-free Sprite into his arms one by one.

Fuzukawa wanted to help get the drinks, but was refused by Asama.

"You haven't answered my question yet."

She took a step back and said with a smile,

"Hey~~~Did you notice? Don't worry, Robert's future life will definitely be positive, healthy and full of energy~ I swear~"

Busuikawa turned his palm with his fingers together towards Asama.

Facing the smile as dazzling as the sun, Asama vaguely remembered the promise that Fuzugawa made with him in Hibiya Park——

【It is not about kidnapping each other, but about achieving each other. 】

So, what exactly do you want to accomplish for me?

Good feelings without the shackles of love, the sun that warms each other but does not get close, and friends who last forever. Why did these words that made him feel at ease change?
Or rather, I influenced you, right?

"F-san, think about it carefully, have I ever lied to you?"

The energetic girl smiled.
"Although Robert often lies, it seems that he has never lied to me~ Not bad, not bad~ Does Robert want any reward?"

".But I feel like you've deceived me. I want to support you, not because of what you can bring to me. If I were a normal investor, I would withdraw my investment after seeing your current state. Your credit has long been downgraded in my eyes, Mr. F."

"Hmm~~~ Robert-kun, who has turned into a capitalist, is not handsome at all."

"Not being handsome is just what I want. I just hope that you who have lofty goals can work harder. I've said it many times, don't waste time standing still."

Looking at Asama's serious expression, Busui felt his heart beating faster.

"Actually, I don't hate Robert for talking to me like that. As for standing still, only capitalism would be blindly obsessed with [growth], right? A lot of growth ends up being a plunder of other weak people, right?"

Asana paused, took a deep breath as if to drain all the air around him, and then slowly exhaled.

".I'm talking about personal growth,
If you don't have the desire to make progress, how can you realize your ideals? Is it just talk?
How is the band doing? How many years can the band-centered business continue?
When cooperating with the Konoe family, can you choose a reliable person in the family to help you share the pressure?

Have you investigated welfare homes other than Chiba Jingyi Welfare Home? Do they have structural problems, cyclical problems or functional problems?
How many years and how much money does it take to achieve a small goal?

Have you studied the mechanism of poverty alleviation?

Have you studied child poverty? The Abe administration has been tackling it head-on since 17. Why has the problem become bigger over the years?

Has any research ever shown that the reason why more than 400 local public schools are closed each year is not due to local low birth rates but rather to urban-rural inequality?

Has there been any research on how to create fair, high-paying jobs for women instead of forcing more women to sell their bodies?

Is there any research on how to avoid the situation where the introduction of pension policies will lead more people to choose to send their parents to nursing homes?

Have you ever studied what national burdens and government dereliction of duty the civilians have borne behind Japan's famous title of "low-desire society"?
Your goal is clearly the sea of ​​stars.
I never ask you to reach a certain end, but embarking on the journey to obtain the scriptures is far more important than arriving at Lingshan, F-Sang.

I don't want to put pressure on you, I don't want you to be what I want you to be, after all, you are what you shape yourself.
but,

F-san, are those ideals in your heart that I admire so much a lie?"

Busei felt that there was something wrong with Asama's condition, and she even suspected that he was over-stimulated.

I wanted him to be more honest, so I was going to say, "Of course I have improved. I like Robert more than before, and Robert has become more honest because of me, right? We all remember our bold collective confession~~~ um~~~ maybe Robert has become more fond of me~"
But after hearing the rest and looking at Asama's sad eyes, Busei swallowed this long paragraph like swallowing a thorny fruit.

Why is it so
It was supposed to be a healing and stress-relieving journey.
She was supposed to be the siege soldier, to make him closer to everyone.
None of his reproaches were harsh and serious, but every issue he cared about was like a chopstick, piercing her heart bluntly.

Yesterday's conversation was actually the same. Was I too relaxed and failed to meet his expectations?

Thinking about the past two days, her head was full of her self, and she couldn't say in the tone of the geisha she just played, "It's all your fault that I became like this."
The energetic girl never thought that a bottle of water could be so heavy.

Her head felt dizzy and her ears were burning.

She could no longer smile at him, and dared not look at his disappointed eyes.
She lowered her head as she lowered her hand holding the water bottle.

The energy that suddenly disappeared from her body seemed to only be able to support her saying these three words.

".sorry."

Yes, she had forgotten a little, forgotten the belief that made her run away from home, forgotten the reason why she put on the hat to rebel, and forgotten the reason why she picked up the guitar and paintbrush and smiled.

She relied on him too much to the point of feeling secure that everything would work out.

So much so that she cared more about how to repay him, heal him, and liberate him than her own unfinished business.

Am I too arrogant?

"sorry"

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When she apologized again, the pure water in the girl's eyes fell and shattered on the ground.

The waiters in the hotel lobby and the customers sitting on the sofas chatting all held their breath and watched the quarreling couple.

How could you bear to make such a beautiful girl cry?
They cursed Asana in their hearts.

A moment of silence.

Didn’t yesterday’s communication like this end up being fruitless like the previous ones?
Asama didn't expect that Busei, who was always sunny and optimistic, and even started to be as shameless as Pochi, would break at the first touch.

"It's me who should say sorry."

He put the drink in his arms on the ground and continued,
"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even consider anything beyond those important things. In the final analysis, it's because I, as a supporter, want to save trouble too much and don't have a plan myself. You are a person with a strong opinion. I am just an assistant and have no right to dictate your life."

"It's not Mr. R's fault. I will start planning now."

Busei turned around, but was grabbed by the hand by Asama.

"Don't go. I've already told you that this is my fault and I will take responsibility. Let's work on the plan together. Don't treat me as your supervisor. I'm your comrade-in-arms."

"But Mr. R is too cunning."

Busai didn't try to break free, but her pure water fell even more.

"Sorry, cunning is also included in the word sorry. Let's play another round of King's Game with everyone later, and then we will get down to business."

Asama walked in front of Uzui and squeezed her shoulders with his other hand.

But Busei turned his head away.
"I don't want you to help me like this all the time. It will make me look useless. I don't know what you want, Mr. R? You have never revealed your ideals and goals to me in such a one-sided way."

“It’s never one-sided!”

Asama domineeringly straightened Busei's head and looked into her eyes.

"F-san, my impulse to help you stems from my selfishness. You are helping me to complete myself.

I used to use "others are hell" to escape, but after meeting you, I realized that "others are meaning" is the answer to the problem. I am a person who is afraid of failure, so I want to do things in places where others can't see, so that I won't be laughed at if I fail.

Therefore, I will get satisfaction from the success of others, and feel that contributing to people who are nobler than me is worthy of this extra life.

What specific lofty ideals and goals can I have?

I just want to watch you become who you are. It’s okay to fail a few times and get hurt a few times, but you will definitely live out your own meaning. If I can be a bridge rather than a destination for noble people and become a transitional paragraph in their lives, I will be satisfied. "

After hearing Asama's words, Busuigawa's heart seemed to be tightened.

“Have you ever thought that [you] are already the most important part of [my becoming me]? You also said [others are meaning]. What you mean to me is myself. You are not a transitional paragraph, you are the pen that accompanies me to write all the paragraphs.”

".It must also be a pen that can't write love letters."

Busei was amused by the serious look in Asama's eyes when he said this, and she quickly used Asama's clothes to wipe her burst nose bubbles.

She pursed her lips and complained,

"Mr. R, have you mastered the [clock trick]? Do you really want girls to cry and laugh in front of you?"

"F-san, don't you want to explain why you used my clothes as tissues?"

"You were apologizing just now, why don't you have any humility now?" "One thing is one thing. Just like even though you have caused me a lot of troubles and forced me to do things I don't want to do, I still want to help you without hesitation."

But Busei ignored Asana's accusation and rubbed his neck.
"You cracked my head hard just now."

"Feel sorry."

"But I love it."

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"I should say that I like Robert-kun even more."

"I think F-san is more attractive when he cries, sheds tears, and blows bubbles."

"Mr. R, are you really an S?"

"Well, maybe. I read in a book that people who are used to being an object of observation and spying have S tendencies. It's getting late, let's go back."

"I need to go to the bathroom. I can't face anyone if I cry like this."

"Aren't you wearing any makeup?"

"This has nothing to do with makeup or not. Go back quickly~"

Busei waved goodbye gently and disappeared hurriedly into the corridor leading to the bathroom.

Asana picked up the drink on the ground and turned around to find that the three girls who should have been in the room were standing beside the bonsai and glaring at him angrily.

"Since when have you been here?"

"Since you grabbed Riyo-chan's hand like a gangster."

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"Smelly Ah Shui, I thought you were in trouble. Are you having fun flirting with Xiao Li Shi?"

Which eye saw me flirting? Haven't you read the article on persuading learning?

"Didn't Shizumi-kun say he'd be back soon?"

I didn't say that, did I?

"Why is Risa crying?"

"Tell her that her previous bookstore promotion plan was terrible and she will have to start over."

"Then how did Jingshui make her laugh instead of crying?"

"Help her do it later."

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Anyway, they were basically there the whole time, so there was no need for Asana to explain more.

"Let's go back. Please pretend that you didn't notice that F-san cried. The collapse of her image as a lively girl must be as much of a blow to her as working overtime."

"Then why doesn't Shui want to play with us?"

"Don't you have a lot of homework to do?"

Pochi immediately became obedient and rubbed the floor frantically with his feet.

"Ahahaha, didn't you forget to bring it?"

"It's okay. It's in my schoolbag. I carried it for you."

"Ah Shui, you sadistic person!"

When the girls learned that they could only play the King's Game one more round, that is, after four draws, the limits on the game content that they had preset in their minds suddenly disappeared.

With his extremely high initiative and a 4:1 vote, Futami took the lead in amending the rules to allow the king to participate in the interaction.

But it was all in vain.

All 4 rounds of kings were drawn by Asama.

"Is this the power gift of the minister and vice minister?"

Jiandao felt a little regretful that he had not worked harder to get the position of acting vice minister.

"Robert, go to America. Maybe he can surpass Roosevelt and be re-elected as president for four full terms!"

Asama didn't understand why the King's draw came to him even though he didn't snap his fingers this round.

Round 1: [No. 2] and [No. ] play idiom chain game. The loser drinks toothpaste water.

Second round: [No. 1] and [No. 2] play an English relay game, and the loser drinks toothpaste water.

Round 1: [No. 2] and [No. ] play a chain of classics, and the loser wears a pigtail.

Round 1: [No. 2] and [No. ] sing a chain song. The loser has to write "idiot" on his face.

"Why are all these toys for elementary school students? Ah Shui, are you targeting me?"

Pochi, who lost four games in a row, rolled around on the tatami with a strange ponytail and the word "idiot" written on his head.

"Don't insult elementary school students. Your level is not good enough."

"Ah Shui, you're not cheating, are you? Why are you the king in all four games?"

".How could I cheat? Am I not always the last one to draw lots? Why don't you reflect on why you were in all four games and lost all four games? Did you cheat too?"

"A Shui, you bully me."

"Stop talking. Your mouth tastes too much like toothpaste."

Under Asana's suppression, everyone quickly entered a learning state.

"Woo - stinky Ah Shui, haven't you heard that learning something you don't understand with fear of the unknown will only make you more confused and more painful the more you learn?"

Asama and Busei discussed the PPT content on the tablet, then moved their bodies, tapped Pochi's head, and gave her the solution ideas that had been written on the notebook.

"Jingshui, how about you try to read this passage?"

Asama moved again and knelt behind Futami and Mashima. He read the German passage to Masumi Ichijo on the screen and discussed the difference in stress between imperative and declarative sentences.

"Hero-kun is really good at studying. I really want Hero-kun to teach me personally, even if I stay up all night."

Asana filtered out a problematic speech and discussed the issue with Futami and the others based on their notes.

"By the way, didn't everyone study in Hero-kun's room today? Is this the living room of Hero-kun's house?"

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The four girls present felt that telling the truth was too cruel.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Asama opened the door and a waiter came to him with a large plate of food and wine and apologized.

It is said that the boss's relative offended Asama in the men's bath, and this is an apology for that incident.

"We are underage and can't drink alcohol, so just take it back."

Asama decisively gave up the drink for the second time, causing Pochi to roll around on the tatami in pain.

Although the girls were very interested in how the hotel owner's relatives offended Asama, Asama did not say a word.

"Um, you just mentioned [hotel], so, Hero-kun, are you staying in a hotel with everyone else now?"

How to answer?

The four girls looked at Asama.

"Yes. Hot spring hotel, one room."

Asama didn't feel the need to lie.

"Don't you think it's inconvenient?"

"It's a suite, with partitions."

Ichijo seemed to accept Asama's frank explanation, but blushed and said,
"How about sharing a room when you come to Vienna and Berlin? My bed is really big~"

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