Tokyo Wingman King

What is the thing that never gets easy no matter how hard you try?
The answer is: youth.

Ideals, love, friends, any one of these elements of youth will sound very heavy if the content is too high.

But [heavy] is not a derogatory word. A lot of [lightness] can also destroy a person.

Generally speaking, Asama believes that the weight of youth and the degree of effort are directly proportional.

But he did just the opposite.

Although he wanted to go against the youth, he ended up living a more fashionable life than most people.

So how did Fuzugawa and the others see a sense of relaxation in him?

I don’t know how many times more people I have met and maintained connections with when I was 16 in this life than when I was 16 in my previous life.

It was the grace of the Great Ming God that made him a popular figure above all else, but his communication skills did not improve much.

Asama Shizumizu, who believed that energy conservation was a virtue and did not engage in unnecessary social gestures, felt exhausted just by responding to their kindness.

He really wanted to know how those social activists managed their time?

From the bathroom came the laughter of two girls discussing their bangs.

Asana had already ironed their spare clothes, put them on hangers, and handed them to Pochi, who was sitting on the stool next to him with her legs crossed and drinking grape Fanta, and asked her to take the clothes to the bathroom for Futami and Majima.

"You always like to order people around, you stinky Ah Shui."

"You are also half the host here, don't you have any sense of being a good host to your friends?"

"Humph, you playboy Ah Shui."

"Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and change your clothes. If you keep dragging your feet, the sun will set soon."

"Isn't it still early? The weather is so hot, 5pm is not too late to go out~"

"It's almost over at 5 o'clock. You should go back early to pack your luggage. You should also be honest and finish your homework for the past few days."

"Eh??? Didn't you make an appointment with Xiaoyi to take a German class together today?"

"You can just take the German class online. There's no need to be together. Also, go to bed early and don't miss your flight."

"How can I go to bed early when I have so much homework to catch up on?"

"That's your problem."

"Ashui, you are deliberately trying not to let me join your date with Kozuki Hai and Komai. Why don't you give them homework?"

"Because your last name is Asama, and they don't."

Pochi suddenly became coy.

"That's right."

Asama threw Pochi's sportswear into Pochi's arms.

"Go change your clothes."

The golden retriever pouted, muttered something quietly, and went to the bathroom obediently.

The only guy who can be dealt with by PUA now is Pochi. Asama feels sorry for his own IQ.

After putting away the ironing rack, Asana looked at the time - 1:27.

He was a little troubled.

Should I leave some spare clothes for them at home? Otherwise, they will always wear his clothes as dresses.

But if we leave these things behind, wouldn't their behavior when they come to spend the night here be even more unscrupulous?

Majima, wearing a belly-baring vest and a denim skirt, came out of the bathroom, walked straight to Asama and sat down, took out a pen and paper, and began to plan today's route.

Go to the nearby shopping mall to enjoy free air conditioning, go to the library to read books for free, go to the nearby small park to drink free water, go to the nearby square to watch free movies, go to the Suntory Beer Factory to visit and eat and drink for free, go to the free small zoo or small park to kill time, go to the nearby Don Quijote to participate in the rock-paper-scissors competition to win a free dinner.
Looking at Jiandao, he was scribbling the date plan on paper at an exaggerated speed, as if he was rushing to finish his homework before school started.

Is she trying too hard?
Also, I have no interest in visiting any beer factory.
The four of them finally went out before 2 o'clock, when the sun was at its hottest.

Pochi pulled the back collar of Asama's clothes and tried to use Asama to block the sunlight.

"Ugh - help!!! Do you have any tranquilizers? I'm going to melt if I don't take one."

"If you memorize less of this kind of nonsense, your chances of getting into the University of Tokyo will increase by at least 10%."

"The potential of the human brain is unlimited! Didn't a study say that? Remembering more interesting things can keep your brain young."

This guy's ability to find excuses is getting stronger and stronger.

Asana handed two umbrellas to Futami and Majima.

"Thank you."

"Shizue-kun is so considerate~~~Want to fight together?"

Asama rejected Futami, and seeing this, Pochi quickly crawled under Futami's umbrella and made faces at Asama.

Asama has never used these two parasols. The patterns on the umbrellas are pink, and they are obviously for women. Of course, even if they were not pink, Asama would not use them. To this day, he still believes that people who use parasols are sissies.

Speaking of the color that truly has a gender, pink is the only one. Is [pink represents women] a cultural privilege or a form of discrimination?

"I've never seen Shizumi-kun holding a parasol. Where did this parasol come from?"

If it was Pochi who asked the question, Asama would probably roll his eyes in response, but the one who asked the question was Futami.

"These two umbrellas were left in the room by the landlord. I think they were used for the first time today."

"It's better to use it more often. In Tokyo's summer, the sun will burn you."

Futami brought Pochi to Asama's side, holding up an umbrella, trying to put Asama under it. But with Pochi hanging on his body, Futami was no match for [Juggler Asama Shizumi] in terms of agility.

"It's really not necessary."

Asana reminded Futami, whose forehead was already covered with sweat, not to waste his energy.

Jiandao, who was also refused to share an umbrella with Asama, chose to change the subject.

"By the way, I haven't met Jingshui's landlord yet. What's he like?"

"pretty good."

"Very enthusiastic?"

"It's quite normal."

In Asama's eyes, being a normal person in all aspects is already a good person above average.

"Don't you think about buying a house?"

"No plan."

"House prices in Tokyo's 6 districts have been rising recently. Is buying a house also considered an investment?"

"The so-called rate of return on real estate is too hypothetical. Overly conservative investment projects are actually just playing the exchange rate game."

"exchange rate?"

"I don't really understand it, but if investing is about rate of return, I would rather invest in people who are close at hand."

Jiandao blushed and rubbed the ribs of the umbrella with his fingers and started turning it.

"Am I also your investment?"

"Don't objectify yourself. Also, don't put so much pressure on yourself." Pochi moved over with Futami in his arms and complained.

"A Shui obviously has a lot of money, but he wants to date a girl without spending a penny. He's such a scumbag!"

Asama glanced at Pochi.
"I'll give you 20 yuan. Can you go back and do your homework right away?"

"My homework is at Xiaoyue Hai's house, and I don't have the key."

"Yue Hai, I'll give you 20, can you give the key to Pochi?"

"It's free. Here, Miss Pochi, the portkey."

What Futami actually wanted to say was that she didn’t want the 20, but she wanted a love letter written by Asana to her.

"Hey! Don't always think that money can solve all problems! Also, Xiaoyue Hai, don't always stand on the side of Chou A Shui without principles!"

Pochi left Futami and started scratching Asama like a dog.

"Shizue wants to say that money may not solve problems, but it can solve the people who create problems, right?"

"That's about right. Money is such a nasty thing."

Hearing what Asama said, Jiandao laughed at himself, Shizumizu is indeed a rich man.

Aren’t there many rich people who say annoying things like “I’m not interested in money” and “I don’t care about money because I am money itself”?
She suddenly wanted to make Asama a pauper.

The most troublesome thing about the [No Money Challenge] is that you can only rely on your legs to go anywhere.

The nearest shopping mall to Asama and his friends is in Roppongi, about 1.4 kilometers away. Walking such a distance is somewhat torturous for Jiandao.

By the time she passed TV Asahi and entered the entrance of Roppongi Hills, Jiandao was already sweating profusely.

Asana took out a sweat towel from his bag and gave it to her.

"Wipe off the sweat before going in, be careful not to catch a cold."

"I'm just a little weak, I'm not that sick."

Jiandao still took the towel and wiped his sweat.

"Let's go in first~"

Pochi pulled Futami into the mall.

Asama shook the 1L thermos cup towards Mashima and said,

"There's ice water in here, remember to drink it slowly later."

"Does still water mean you can drink directly from it?"

Asana picked up the cup lid, filled the small cup halfway with water and handed it to Jiandao.

"You can drink directly from your mouth, I just drink with my head tilted up."

Jiandao suddenly laughed.

"Shizumi seems to like the [No Money Challenge] very much. Riyo said you are Tokyo Grandet, and it seems that what he said is right in this respect."

"Thrift is a virtue, and I hate waste."

Majima returned the cup to Asama.

"Is it a waste if I don't fall in love even though I'm at the most suitable age for it?"

".But I am the worst person for love."

“Others don’t think so.”

"I don't care what anyone thinks."

“Do you think the same way when you help others?”

"Yeah. Pure self-satisfaction. Don't be fooled by my actions."

"Don't underestimate girls who can live independently. I never pay attention to door-to-door sales scammers. In April, I even encountered a bad guy who sold tableware during the day and broke into your lock to steal things at night. Fortunately, I was quite vigilant."

Asana nodded.

Pochi and Futami came out of the mall again.

"Why are you standing outside all the time? Aren't you hot? And, Ah Shui, I want some water too~~~"

"It's easy to catch a cold if you switch between hot and cold, Pochi-san."

"Athletes take ice baths or stay in a freezer after exercise to relieve fatigue or restore strength."

"The air conditioning in the mall can't even reach that temperature, idiot."

Because it was a weekday, there were not many people in the mall. The four of them went to a free study room on the second floor with an age limit of 25 years old and started their day's study.

When he took out the German learning materials and Pochi's test paper, he heard a pair of office workers passing by say,

"Look, there are white-haired people over there, one man and three women in the Shura Field."

"Humph, just pretending. If you really want to study, why come here? Studying in the mall is like doing charity work on Lolita Island. If they can study for 30 minutes, I lose."

"Even if it's just 30 minutes of study, it's not bad~ Ahhh - I really envy these students, I want summer vacation too. If I had known, I would have repeated the grade for 12 years."

“Then I’ll drop out of school.”

Asana observed the two people who were speaking - stubble, dark circles under their eyes, wrinkled suits, MAX coffee, and instant lunch boxes in transparent plastic bags. It was obvious that they were office workers who had been forced to work overtime and could not go home for several days, and even had lunch at this time.

Asana's sympathy for these two guys outweighed his dislike for them.

The free study room located near the atrium on the 2nd floor of the mall has about 20 seats, but only four of them, including Asama, were sitting there. Even though they were sitting in the corner, they were still conspicuous.

Futami quickly put on headphones and shared one with Jiandao. Asama suspected that they were listening to AI works again, which would only become noise that interfered with their studies.
Pochi bit his pen and started doing the questions, but after a few minutes, his eyes were fixed on an ice cream truck outside the glass window.

Asana tapped Pochi's head, adjusted his breathing, and opened his bilingual notes in German and French.

He took some time to check the books in his dream, and sure enough, none of them existed. They were all imaginary books. However, Althusser and Badiou were indeed the ones that Asana wanted to read.

Althusser research gave Asama a feeling of double delight. Although he had not read the actual text, Asama had a rough idea of ​​its quality. On social media, no matter how niche a book is, you can find book reviews, but the sampling base is a bit small.

On social media, Asama found French words related to Althusser, such as [interpellation en sujet], [étatiste nationalist], [surdétermination], and also learned the corresponding German and English words, such as [overdetermination] and [determinierung].

After memorizing about 100 words, Asama subconsciously opened a YouTube video about Zizek talking about Althusser.

I'm obviously learning French, so why am I forcing myself to listen to Zizek's Slovenian English now?

Asama watched another interview video of Althusser, in which he curled up in a chair, stroking his remaining hair, and talked to several reporters on the windy rooftop. Asama felt that protecting the identity of an internationalist universalist as a Catholic was not so much a wisdom as a helplessness oppressed by the inertia of thousands of years of faith.

Althusser was very lucky. He met many friends with similar interests and gained many like-minded friendships.

The so-called friendship is the same soul living in different bodies.

Mashima's self-esteem and hard work, Futami's persistence and self-reflection, and Fuzugawa's kindness and altruism, these are what he has.

But common hobbies are the lubricant of friendship; otherwise, it will always become a beating of one heart against another.

For example, being good-looking, rich, having status, and having outstanding abilities, whether for reasons of safety or pleasure, are not the basis of love.

His friend Jacques Martin had a bad ending.

Asana thought about it and realized that it was ultimately a matter of luck.

He snapped his fingers unconsciously. (End of this chapter)