Tokyo Wingman King

The diffuse morning light shines into the room, illuminating each other in the room.

The flower scent of the Ritz Hotel's carefully created olfactory recognition system is not even one-tenth of that on the girl.

The slight sweat on her body covered the mixed scent of citrus, laurel, and juniper. Between her unbuttoned collar, her pure white body fragrance was permeated with the scent of pink pheromones.

In the girl's eyes, there was a communication license that accepted all of Asana's actions.

But unfortunately, the sun has risen as usual.

Futami Tsukiumi is now facing Asama Shizumi, whose self-control has increased.

Asama distanced himself from the girl. Just like the pseudo-self-disciplined class representative, Hu Shi's predecessor, who scolded himself for playing mahjong, Asama scolded himself for being undisciplined and having long periods of physical contact with girls.

Asama Shizumizu, oh Asama Shizumizu! How could you be so depraved!
Was the resolution you made earlier eaten by a dog?

Don't blame everything on system skills! Don't system skills always fail sometimes?

If you don't step back, I'll have to raise the flag towards the sea of ​​moon. At this distance, you'll definitely hit her. Can you please have a little shame?

I examine myself three times a day!

It can't go on like this!

Don't show them any sign of wavering.
If the sun rose earlier, he would have made the decision to give his bike to Futami and run back to the hotel. It seemed that he had to be a lazy person who went to bed early and got up late before solving the debuff problem.

Now Futami suddenly attacked boldly, precisely because he had given her the signal before that she could continue.

Asama quickly took three steps back.

Erjian plucked up his courage and took three steps forward without giving up.

The same thing happened to the Undying River yesterday.
This kind of tug of war has happened countless times in Asanma's memory.

"Shizue-kun, what I said is, [Okay]~"

Futami took a breath and his eyes showed determination.

Asama sighed.

"Don't keep breaking promises and testing my sanity."

The girl took another breath, as if she wanted to absorb all of Asana's sigh into her lungs, and then slowly exhaled.

"But I've been feeling really lonely lately. I'm so close to Jing Shui-kun, but I feel like the distance between us is getting farther and farther. I don't like this feeling. I always feel like I'm missing out on a lot of things. I don't want to be a good kid who listens to Jing Shui-kun anymore."

Futami shook her delicate head slightly, let go of her slightly wet long hair with one hand, and approached Asama again.

"When we were riding together this morning, Shizumi-kun's heartbeat was also very fast."

"It's normal for your heart rate to speed up after riding a bike for an hour. Let's not talk about this. If you continue to wear wet clothes, you will get sick. Go back and change your clothes, Yue Hai. Wait! What are you doing!"

Asama stopped Futami from taking off his clothes and started a hormone-clearing operation.

"Ahhh!"

Three minutes later.

Asana took out some cold medicine from the suitcase and made a cup of ginger tea with a tea bag for the girl.

The center of Futami's head was red, his eyes were also a little red, and there were faint tears in the corners of his eyes.

Asana used a bit too much force on his head just now, but I have to say that the effect was outstanding.

"Go back and change your clothes after you finish drinking."

"But. But I really want to wear this dress today. I can just blow dry it with a hair dryer."

"Go back to your room and blow it."

Although the previous waves of attacks were blocked by the ancient Greek god of rejection, Futami gradually mastered the tricky attack against Asana.

"Will that disturb Mai and the others? How about this, I'll dry my clothes in the bathroom, and it'll be fine if Shizumi-kun doesn't come over. I'll take off my clothes and dry them, don't worry!"

Who worries about this?
After drinking ginger tea, Futami took off her clothes until she was only in her underwear before entering the bathroom. Asana covered her with a bath towel, but the towel was too small to cover her beautiful legs.

Futami, in ghost form, took off her underwear and held it in her left hand that was stretched out from the bath towel - orange and white, and her dress was draped over the arm of her other hand.

"Shizue-kun, I can't see the road."

Asama hurried forward and stopped Futami from throwing away the towel. He quickly pulled the towel off her head from behind, then firmly grabbed Futami's shoulders and pushed her into the bathroom with her head exposed, and closed the door.

In the bathroom, the girl in a bath towel looked at herself in the mirror - she was so exhausted that her face was already flushed.

Rejected again. However, it seemed that she was not without charm to him.

Jingshui-kun's hands are so hot today.

Unfortunately, there was a bath towel between us.
The girl took off her bath towel, hugged her shoulders with both hands, and began to savor the warmth on her shoulders.

Hearing the whirring sound of the hair dryer coming from the bathroom, Asana sighed again.

Don't you want to be a good kid?
The collective activities to suppress the Great Ming God did not expect to cause such a big backlash
The sound of the hair dryer suddenly stopped, the door handle turned slightly, and Asana guarded the door sensitively, preventing the person inside from opening it.

"Jingshui-kun, it feels like it will take too long to use a hair dryer. How about you lend me some clothes so I can go to the laundry room to dry them?"

"I'll go call Mai and the others over. They should have clothes that fit better."

"No, no thanks. I find using the warm air mode quite useful. Also, can I use Shizumi-kun's bathtub?"

".Take a bath."

Asana unconsciously put on headphones and used a lecture on the topic of French left-wing thinkers to resist the temptation of the naked girl in the room.

When hearing Badiou use the poems of the French symbolist poet Mallarmé as an example, Asama remembered that Heidegger also liked to quote passages from the poet Hölderlin in his works.

Although Asana's ears were filled with seriousness, the beauty in his head could not be shaken off.

Compared to the Fuzugawa River, which is like sunlight and can sometimes take a breath in the shadow of lofty ideals, the Daimyojin, who has no lofty goals, seems to be an unavoidable gravity.

His outstanding talents in study, sports, music, etc. gave Futami Tsukimi the capital to be indecisive. He also knew the girl's feelings long ago. To her, nothing was more important than him.

Jiandao doesn't want to be an idol if the price is to be alienated from him; Pochi doesn't want to be a student of Tokyo University, she just wants to create more time for the two of them to spend together. They have their own ideas.

In their case, Asama Shizumi's empirical sense of smell lost its effect. He also couldn't use his experience to accurately judge the weight and shelf life of their feelings.

The problems before him were like the eighty-one difficulties of Tang Monk's journey to the west, all of which were women's kingdoms. Even his three disciples and a pet were female demons coveting him, and finally even the Bodhisattva who saved the suffering became a cyber female Bodhisattva who tested his willpower.

Asama shook his head.

Camus' words rang through the headphones: "It is impossible to negate the absurdity by negating one term of the absurd equation." Yes, his negation was worthless, because subjective negation could not cancel their feelings.

What happened this summer made him realize that the system might just be a fuse for their relationship. What is more important than denying them or playing friend games with them is how to face or take up one's own responsibilities.

Take the quote from Camus that the lecture host just quoted, which is from the chapter "Absurd Freedom" in The Myth of Sisyphus, which Fuzugawa particularly liked to read but Kuroda never finished reading: "What I know, what I believe to be reliable, what I cannot deny, and what I cannot abandon, is what is important."

Futami Tsukiumi, Pochi, Majima Mai, and Fushimi Risa are already such people.

They are so important to him, the ones he knows (character), the ones he believes are reliable (identity), and the ones he cannot deny (feelings).

Even though they, even Fuzugawa, could not understand or empathize with his wishes, he still wanted to continue to respond to their wishes.

The question is, if I respond to them with the love they desire, what kind of person will I become?
That is not a human being, but an evil creature that desecrates love.

Ultimately, I have dragged out the problem for too long by using the forced definition of "friend".

From the beginning, they probably didn't want to be his friends. They said one thing and did another, they pretended to agree but secretly disobeyed, and they never really gave in on this issue.

He realized that he could no longer go with the flow. He failed to play a leading role in this team action, from initiation to execution.

If he continues to be led by Fuzukawa, the end result will definitely not be what he wants - even though Fuzukawa has said many times that she is on his side - that does not mean that she will consider the issue from his perspective.

He needs to really use his brain, take the initiative to guide their lives, and take lifelong responsibility for it.

The most important thing is to find something truly meaningful for Futami to do.

Outside the suite of the great writer Fitzgerald, two girls were facing each other.

The blonde Pochi stared at the black-haired Fujiwara Ai with bangs as if she had met her lifelong enemy.

What kind of person is this eldest daughter of the Fujiwara family? Her uncle Pochi had already found out clearly from Haruka last night with his superb skills in asking questions.

Fujiwara Ai is just a poor guy who likes to talk nonsense whenever he has nothing to do. The 10 billion or 1 million in intelligence fees are all things that cannot be fulfilled. They are nothing compared to the kind-hearted Haruka.

Besides, the temptation of "Hey, Izumo, good morning!" was really bad. Fortunately, Pochi had already considered himself a member of the Asama family, and did not react at first to Fujiwara calling him by his old surname, otherwise it would be troublesome.

In short, compared to Xiao Yaojia who gave him a box of money directly yesterday, the person in front of him is not worthy of Uncle Boqi's trust.

"Your name is Xiao Teng. Teng what? Xiao Tengman classmate? It doesn't matter. You are looking for my lovely brother A Shui so early in the morning. What's the matter?"

Pochi made a bluffing attempt and adopted an emotional tactic of disdain for the opponent.

But the other party just smiled slightly, as if this level of provocation was no longer a problem to him.

"I'm here to look for my pet. The bed in this hotel is a bit hard, and I'm worried that he didn't sleep well last night. Is there any problem?"

Whoa!

He is actually the master's master!!!
Ah Shui, you are a masochist!

I don't admit it!

Out of trust in Asama's moral integrity and Hououin's comment about Fujiwara Ai's "nonsense", Pochi chose not to believe it.

"Pet? It's a unilateral announcement, right? Ah Shui has already mentioned you to me. You can't fool me."

Fujiwara Ai didn't show any embarrassment, nor did she refute Pochi's words, but asked curiously,

"Oh? You mentioned me a long time ago? How did Asama Asama introduce me?"

"I forgot the beginning, the middle, and the end. Well, it's normal that an introduction without any special features is easy to forget, right?"

There was no dissatisfaction on Fujiwara Ai's face. Instead, her eyes lit up, revealing an excitement that Pochi could not quite understand.

"Hey, I don't think I have offended you, right? Asama Asama's cousin, do all the people in your Asama Asama family have such bad personalities?"

Giving Fujiwara Ai a look that said "You have no right to say such things", Pochi imitated Fuzugawa and waved his index finger.

Seeing that Fujiwara Ai had not been in a hurry to show her and Asana's proof of being the master and pet, she felt relieved and continued to test him.

"It's human nature to want to maintain a special relationship with Shui. But little vine, you don't know that in all these years, only one person has been able to establish a master-pet relationship with Shui."

"Isn't that me?"

"I swear by Ah Shui's luck with women, it's not you."

"There is actually a third party. Hmm. Greedy cousin Asama Asama, are you going to charge for information?"

"This involves Ah Shui's privacy. I advise you to face reality."

Pochi, who leaked many of Asama's privacy last night, refused to answer Fujiwara Ai's questions in a high-sounding manner.

Fujiwara Ai suddenly showed a look of realization.

"Courteous at first, but arrogant later? Well, this kind of sudden drop in favorability is not the first or second time. Let me guess, did Little Sparrow say something to you? Well, it doesn't matter. Favorability among Asama's family members is not something that is necessary. Little Sparrow is also quite talkative. Let's call her Little Crow from now on."

Pochi understood why Hououin Haruka said Fujiwara Ai was an outlier. She seemed to live completely in her own world, and her attitude of not caring about other people could easily attract hatred from others.

It is said that if only Yinghe and Fujiwara Ai were counted, the number of people she had offended could probably fill up three classrooms. If Fujiwara Ai wasn't called Fujiwara Ai, she would have been drowned in spit.

Pochi decides to interfere with Asama's social circle.

"Are you only concerned about what A Shui thinks of you? If you ask me, you have no chance of winning against Xiao Li Ze and Xiao Yue Hai."

"Oh? Really? Asama Asama, you have been mine for a long time."

"Gu, you really love to talk nonsense, little vine, do you dare to say this in front of Ah Shui?"

Fujiwara Ai imagined Asana's frustrated look after hearing this, and she started laughing again.

"Just say it."

In her life, no matter what she does, she never fears the consequences. She never thinks that what she does is causing trouble.

The two stood side by side and knocked on the door in front of them at the same time.

Asana was in a bad mood as two ghosts knocked on the door early in the morning.

Fortunately, I took off my headphones and listened to the noise in the bathroom, and then I heard Fujiwara Ai and Pochi talking nonsense at the door.

Asana wanted to open the door and interrupt them several times, but when he thought of the naked girl in the room who had already started taking a bath in the bathroom, he could only patiently listen to what was going on.

If the door were opened now, it would be hard to explain.

He thought for a moment and loosened his grip on the bathroom door handle.

(End of this chapter)