Tokyo Wingman King

It’s finally not hot in Tokyo anymore.

There was no rain, no wind, and the temperature was like spring.

Asama and Futami were walking on the street. Futami was still dressed in Chanel style, with a light blue dress with distinct buttons, white stockings and a white round-top hat, which single-handedly enhanced the sophistication of the streets of Tokyo.

They plan to go to a nearby bookstore to buy some books.

Although both of them still had many books to read at home, and most of the philosophy books in Futami's house were still unopened, when Futami took out the bookstore's list of new arrivals and gave it to Asana, Asana had no way of refusing.

The book list includes not only high-quality bilingual translations such as Sagan's "Bonjour, Sorrow", Moliere's "The Hypocrite", and Flaubert's "Sentimental Education", but also a new book on Chinese philosophy research by Professor Tsuyoshi Ishii of the University of Tokyo, a philosophical comparison of Deleuze and Bauman's liquid modernity, and a brand new and refined translation of Althusser's research on Mao's thought.

For someone like Asama who has failed to establish his own cognitive system and continuously produce wisdom, every page of these books on the list may be a fig leaf to maintain his ridiculous dignity.

Yes, Asama’s wisdom is like a bullet, a consumable, while other people’s wisdom is a sharp blade, which only needs to be polished day by day to be invincible.

Of course, it’s okay to use toilet paper and smart toilet flushing devices to describe this difference.

Just like the competition between those who work hard but have no talent and those who have talent, many things done by those who work hard are a kind of consumption.

Working tirelessly is the only way for mediocre people to catch up with geniuses.

Asama is doing just that.

What made him unhappy was that when he was searching for detailed information about the books on the book list, he saw a post like this:

"What kind of boyfriends will those extreme left-wing young women who are trying to liberate all of humanity look for?"

The top answer is:
"After big data observation, it is found that if these young women really have boyfriends, most of them are like this - they look like proletarians, but their bank deposits are at the level of capitalists. They like to learn foreign languages, talk about internationalism, but their words and deeds are more like moistening people, and the direction of moistening is exactly the same as the language they are proficient in.

He is proficient in Lacanian psychoanalytic theory and is familiar with the names, academic nationalities and works of Althusser, Deleuze, Marcuse, Adorno, Benjamin, Sartre, Beauvoir, Zizek and others.

The most important thing is to keep taking estrogen."

Although he and Fuzukawa were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, he felt like he was being ridiculed.

Fuzugawa is very busy today, and Pochi and Mashima seem to have some urgent matters to attend to as well. Asama, who had originally planned to stay at home and read a book all day, was called out by Futami.

Futami, dressed in a perfume style, was like a fragrant breeze herself, and the sweet scent of the girl blew into Asama's body in waves.

Sugar intake is too much.

"Yue Hai, it's too close."

Futami would lean his body towards Asama from time to time.

"It's just the distance between friends. To be honest, I really want to hold Jingshui-kun's hand right now~"

With a beautiful face and clear eyes, Damingshen's mental state is completely different from the last time he was drunk.

Has your body adapted to alcohol?

"hey-hey."

Seeing Erjian couldn't help laughing, Qianjian couldn't help but ask,

"what happened?"

"It's finally a date for two of us, Shizumi-kun, thank you."

"What's there to thank me for? Besides, we're buying books together, not dating."

"DATE ​​is DATE~ I feel like Shizumi-kun and I are spending less and less time together lately."

"Aren't we together almost every day recently?"

Erjian puffed up his face pretending to be angry, but immediately laughed again.

"That's not the case. But it's great to have a date like this, and I have to say thank you with gratitude~"

Looking at the happy look of Daimyojin, Asana couldn't feel happy at all.

What was this sudden feeling of guilt that filled my chest?
Have I really ignored the feelings of Daming God recently?

The Great Ming God is extremely special, and he will repay the favor in his lifetime.

A hand covered his forehead.

Erjian stood on tiptoe and smiled.

"Jingshui-kun, are you feeling wronged and distressed for me?"

".Feel sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Missing a shooting star doesn't mean you'll miss the moon too. Shizumi-kun, be alert and cherish every minute of our date today, just like I do~"

Erjian took his hand and pulled him forward.

A male voice came from his ear. Asana turned his head and saw an Irish-looking man playing and singing with an electric guitar. Next to him was the name of the song he was playing - "Dead in The Water".

Dead in The Water, shouldn’t it mean [defeat is inevitable; sinking]?

Feeling a little itchy on his face, Asana looked at Futami who was leading him like a blind man.

It seems that there is something wrong with the road ahead.

When did we get into the elevator?
The lights are a bit dim, why does it look a bit like a hotel? Aren't we going to a bookstore?
"Shizue-kun, are you a little thirsty? Would you like a bottle of black tea?"

"Aren't we going to the bookstore?"

“There are many books worth reading here.”

Futami used incredible strength to push Asana onto the bed.

Her flushed face and delicate breathing made it clear what she was going to do next.

"There's a book that's already been opened, would you like to take a look, Jingshui-kun?"

Waking up from his dream, Asana almost surrendered.

Rather than the effect of the skill, it seemed that his tiredness was dispelled by the dream he just had.

Disturbing, suggestive, and incredibly real dreams
I checked my phone. Wasn’t it just less than 10 minutes since I slept?
Asana's attention quickly shifted away from the phone.

Because he found that there was a person squatting beside the sofa. Futami Daimyojin leaned his elbows on the edge of the sofa, supported his face with his hands, and smiled.

"Good morning~~~ Shizue-kun looks so cute when he's asleep."

".why are not you sleeping?"

"I couldn't sleep because I missed Shizumi-kun so much."

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Asana looked at the bed on the other side and saw the other three were still sleeping soundly.

So, it was Futami who pretended to be drunk that night? But it's impossible for the Great Myojin to force out those few glasses of whiskey through his little finger, right?
A rustling sound came.

With the help of the night light, Asana clearly saw that Futami took off her loose T-shirt. She crossed her arms over her chest, and her fair skin was dyed with a layer of sensational warm orange under the light.

"The room has suddenly gotten hot, Shizue-kun. Can you help me cool it down?"

Is Futami still drunk?
Asama decisively threw the blanket over Futami's head to cover it, but unexpectedly Futami rode on her directly. She pulled the blanket off, grabbed Asama's hand with one hand, and put it in front of her uncovered body.

"If you ask me, being hugged by Shizumi-kun is the best way to cool down in the summer."

This isn't a hug at all!?
Also, why are you so strong, Nimi?

"Shizue-kun looks like he wants a hug~~~ It just so happens that I can't bear it anymore."

It was as if the moon in the sky shattered into a rainstorm, and she vented all the emotions that she had been suppressing onto Asana.

The fragrance, body temperature, heartbeat, as well as the poetry and softness of the flawless carcass, all came over at once.

"I'm already very excited~ Let's graduate from being just friends."

Once again waking up from the sofa, Asama didn't expect that he would
The fear of self-doubt overwhelmed his desire and pulled him out of his uncensored dream.
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The sluggish feeling of brain failure lasted for at least 5 minutes. Asama, who regained consciousness, immediately hit his forehead.

There was a sticky feeling under my body.

I actually had a dream within a dream and became a jet fighter while four girls were staying over.
What happened to me?
Asana looked back at the bed and saw that the girls were not moving.

Even the not-drunk Fuzugawa was sleeping soundly. Pochi kicked off the blanket and pressed one of his thighs on Fuzugawa. Asama hesitated for a second and gave up the idea of ​​covering Pochi with a blanket. The Great God was still wearing the oversized T-shirt that appeared in his dream. The pair of legs that squeezed him so hard in his dream were not only slender, but also full of elastic flesh.

Asana withdrew his gaze, found a pair of underwear in the closet, and walked into the bathroom.

It is 3:1 in the morning and there is still nearly an hour until sunrise. The effect of decreased self-control has not yet ended. Logically, shouldn't I have sage time?
I opened the system properties panel and took a look - [Current personality conflict accumulation value: 33%.]

It dropped another 2 points.

Because the desire was satisfied?
After taking a deep breath in the bathroom, Asana turned the shower head to mist spray mode to reduce noise, then bent down and began to rub his head seriously.

Even for a person with a mental illness like multiple personality disorder, dreaming within a dream doesn't seem to be anything surprising.

just,

This dream was much more real than the previous one. So much so that he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality. Now he could tell it clearly. The dream just now was real.

To be honest, during this period, Erjian was the most trustworthy. She didn't go for a walk with him late at night, nor did she hug him from behind and talk to him. She had always been cooperating with him, looking for happiness and meaning in the collective friendship.

He could understand the actions and words of Futami Daimyojin in the double dream.

He turned her love into a not very palatable special recipe, the recipe was sea water, the moon, and some heartbreak.

Hold the bottom line, hold the bottom line, hold the bottom line.

The feeling of seeing her again must be countless times better than in the dream. Not only was he ashamed of his uncontrollable desire, but he also felt guilty and disgusted for applying the feelings he had extracted from countless experiences in his subconscious mind to her. This was undoubtedly a blasphemy to her.

Oh, Great Ming God, what can I, who have so little for you, give you in order to repay you and protect you?

The bath took an hour and a half.

This was the longest bath Asama had ever taken, even longer than the bath he took before his first date with his girlfriend in his previous life.

After calming down, he covered Futami and Pochi with a blanket.

Let’s go out and buy some groceries.

We are going to Europe tomorrow, so there is no need to buy too much food. If they can't get up, just make lunch.

I definitely won’t invite them to dinner.

"If I can still open my morning like this 10 years from now, I won't have any problem living 30 years less~"

"No, please live well, the longer the better."

"But I don't want to live longer than Mr. R."

"Who asked you to compete?"

Fuzugawa got up at 6 o'clock, blew a kiss to Asama, picked up a double soft-boiled egg, kimchi and ham sandwich, and hurried away.

The sandwiches he had made in the morning were wasted, so Asana packed them in a plastic box and put them in the refrigerator.

Just think of it as breakfast before catching a flight tomorrow.

Among the three girls, Pochi was the first to wake up.

"Water, ugh. Water. Ah water."

She slid off the bed like a reptile, and jumped and struggled on the floor as if she was being surrounded and beaten by a group of players holding reptile-killer weapons.

"Stop spitting on the floor."

Asana poured her a glass of room temperature electrolyte water.

Pochi, who had come back to life, wrinkled his nose and said angrily, "Ashui is the dirty guy."

Futami and Mashima, who were entangled with each other in bed, woke up almost at the same time at 11 o'clock.

"Ah! Is it already this time?!"

"My head hurts."

They looked at each other at the same time, revealing a complex expression of regret and relief.

"Good morning, Mai-chan~"

"Morning, Yue Hai."

Pochi carried the plates and served them drinks like a waiter. It seemed that the trip to the Chinese restaurant was not in vain.

"Here, the hangover tea I made~~~~"

"Thank you~" x2
You are just responsible for pouring tea, right?
Lunch was not complicated, just a meal, a soup and two snacks, all hangover-relief dishes.

Braised salmon with rice, beef soup with yam and ginger, steamed egg custard, and almond and pear.

For some reason, the lunchtime news was all about economics and household finances.

A private survey by a certain group showed that 60% of parents want to cancel or shorten the summer vacation, arguing that children staying at home or traveling will increase family expenses. Some parents even said that they feel stressed about making an extra lunch for their children and the increase in gas and electricity bills caused by their children staying at home.

Regarding electricity bills and air conditioning use, the high temperatures in Tokyo have killed more than three people and sent nearly 3 people to the hospital. Most of the patients suffered from heat stroke because the air conditioner consumed too much electricity, so they chose electric fans.

After this news, an advertisement titled [Energy-saving air conditioner, only 9800!] was broadcast.

Asama really doesn't know whether this is the human nature of capitalist society or cold-bloodedness. For the poor, air conditioners are really not a waste of money.

"Jingshui's performance yesterday was edited and posted on the school forum."

Jiandao's words made the other three people look at their phones at the same time.

There are many topics about handsome guys in the school forum, with as many as 100 name tags. Almost 1/3 of them are handsome guys from Yinghe School, but Asana is already among the top 3 every week.

Of course, it's not all good words.

Some people say that Asama Shizumizu is a stud at the top of Japan who "only likes to have sex and has no interest in love" and "only top aristocratic girls can talk to him, and it is more difficult for a common girl to successfully chat him up than for her parents to become the richest man in Japan."

There is also a literary saying: In the sea of ​​Yinghe, everyone is a wave carried by the ocean current. He is the only colorful shore as brilliant as fireworks, attracting countless waves to surge for him one after another.

It feels like a reply from a member of the love consultation department.

After being caught by Asama for flooding the forum, Futami and Jiandao learned to reply anonymously.

Below the band performance video post is a group of people having fun, scrolling down -

"Why don't you take off your shirt and show your abs? I want to see your abs."

"Why don't you take off your shirt and show your abs? I want to watch Tetris."

"Why don't you take off your shirt and show your abs? I want to see Huarongdao."

"Why don't you take off your shirt and show your abs? I want to see Zero walk in the grid."

There is also an extended post discussing the status of the band [Constraint BAND] in the history of British and Japanese school bands, as well as its ranking in Japanese high school bands.

The conclusion is that, judging from yesterday's performance, Mr. Da is the well-deserved [One Bang in History]. As for the rest, we can only draw a conclusion after the band disbands.

"We won't disband!"

Seeing the post, Futami cried out in surprise, then looked at Asama and Majima.
"Right? Shizumizu-kun? Mai-chan?"

"Yeah, we won't disband. We won't disband. I'll sing as long as I live."

Jiandao touched Futami's head comfortingly.

"Ah."

If they really want to form a band for life, Asama really doesn't want to play drums. He wants to play bass and just provide backing notes for everyone.

The four of them chatted for a while about what happened in the class group yesterday. Asana felt something was wrong. After a closer look, he found that there was no teacher Sakuragi’s class group, but there was one more person.

Pochi, when did you get in? This class LINE group is too lax, isn’t it?

"Ah Shui, where should we go this afternoon?"

"Didn't you pay attention to the news just now? Going out means spending money. To become a financially independent adult, you have to resist the urge to go out."

".That's just the secret to being a NEET, right?"

Jiandao clapped his hands and stood up with a confident expression, as if to say, "It's finally my turn."

"Let's try a date that doesn't cost a penny~ I have a guide for zero-dollar shopping!"

Hey, hey, hey! Jiandao, are you not only a natural singer, but also a natural rapper? (End of this chapter)