Tokyo Wingman King

Because they spoke in English, everyone present could understand them.

"Fiancé? What fiancé? Are you talking about Asama Asama and me?"

Fujiwara Ai, who was already a little drunk, was about to slam the table when Fushigi stuffed a duck leg with her, and then Pochi followed up and forced her to drink.

When Shinomiya heard the word "fiancé", the smile on her face froze a lot. She thought she knew the answer to why the Great Teacher was alienated from other girls. It turned out that he was a married man?

Fiancé and the like are just lies. Fuzugawa, Futami, and Mashima, the three old comrades in the Love Consultation Department, are all insiders. Asama said before that he would respond to Masumi Ichijo's lies as a brother, but in this situation, it seems that the brotherhood has expired.

"Shizue-kun, won't you explain?"

Asama nodded and said to the four band members, the blonde, the blonde, the redhead, and the black-haired girl,
"You may have made a mistake. I-san and I are not an engaged couple, but siblings."

Futami and the others looked at Asama with an expression that said, "Are you really going to say that?"

"Brother and sister? You said you are Maria's brother!? That's not right!"

Another girl with short light blonde hair also asked,

"Maria's father seemed to call you Asama-kun just now? The butler also seems unfamiliar with you. Such a lie won't fool us."

Faced with the questioning, Qianjian was not at all flustered.
"I am his half-brother. I had been studying in China before and recently returned to Japan to study."

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Even Pochi, who was a little tipsy and kept yelling about getting entangled with Fujiwara, quieted down and studied Asana's nonsense seriously.

The dark-haired female classmate with a slightly darker complexion asked again,
"If you are brother and sister, why don't you call Maria your brother, and you don't call her your sister?"

"We haven't known each other since childhood, so it would be embarrassing to call you that. Of course, I often play the role of fiancé and help I-san deal with some annoying goblins."

"Goblin?"

"You ugly little goblin. Isn't it normal for a brother to help his sister out with some of her problems?"

The four classmates privately joked and discussed for a while. They accepted the brother-sister relationship that Asama said, because Asama and Ichijo's father did look a bit like each other. What excited them was that Ichijo Masumi was obviously in love with her brother, and that was definitely not brother-sister love. In other words, is this a taboo and unrequited love? Psychologist Freud said that members of the same family have an innate desire for each other. It is not uncommon for brothers and sisters who have been separated for a long time to fall in love with each other suddenly, whether in reality or fiction.

After understanding what his classmates were whispering in German, Asana frowned, tapped the Bordeaux glass of Fanta with a spoon, and said the same thing in German and Japanese.

"Many dishes are not tasty if they are too cold. Let's eat. I propose that we all drink a toast to I-san and her classmates and friends."

Busei was the first to raise her glass. Her glass was filled with ruby-like red wine, and her face was also a beautiful red.

"La amitié, culsec. Cheers to friendship."

"Cheers~" x9
"Ah Shui is too unsociable. You are the only one who didn't drink!"

"Being able to sit here means I'm sociable enough. I've already drunk too much today, so you should drink less."

"It's already the second day, and the drinking quota has been refreshed~"

"Sorry, my refresh time is 4 a.m."

"You're talking nonsense again."

The midnight snack on the table was very rich.

Madeleine cakes with the aroma of orange blossom and nuts that taste like clouds, crab with scallion and ginger with a soul-grained sauce, fried octopus feet with smoky charcoal grilled flavor, cream-baked oysters with the aroma of mushroom and chicken soup, smooth cod fillet with hazelnut sabayon sauce, mussel soup with fresh bergamot, baked snails with a mixture of parsley, fried garlic and butter, beef consommé covered with onion foam and cheese granules, pan-fried duck breast with kimchi tempura, and confit duck legs with Chinese sweet and sour sauce
Asama thought that the refreshing fusion cuisine would draw everyone's attention to the midnight snack or the protagonist of the night, Masumi Ichijo. He also deliberately chatted with Ichijo about the band's affairs - such as the daily practice time, how many students there are in the band, whether the staff for the next few performances are fixed, and so on.

However, the four classmates of Yitiao seemed to be unwilling to give in.

"Brother Asama, do you have a girlfriend?" "Everyone here, who is your girlfriend?" "Why are you the only boy in your club?"

Unfortunately, these are not life-threatening questions for Asama.

"No." "Neither." "Coincidence."

"If you don't have a girlfriend, which one of us four do you think best meets your requirements for a girlfriend?"

Ying and everyone, including Masumi Ichijo, looked at the girl with short light blonde hair who asked the question with unpleasant eyes.

"Sorry, that doesn't apply to any of them. I hate love-brained idiots, especially when there are groups of these idiots."

"Huh?" x7
It was obvious that Asama's words had accidentally injured friendly forces.

Asama continued, looking at Paramecium with eyes like he was looking at a paramecium.

"When I performed the second movement of Chopin's First Piano Concerto, I clearly emphasized that this is a romantic piece that maintains a weak dynamic for a long time and pays special attention to the expression of mindfulness, like the spring breeze and flowing water.

However, the flute and bassoon were lagging behind, the sound was like hippo dung mixed into a clear stream. The violin in the third movement had even more serious problems, there was no dance quality at all, it sounded like a puppet show, anyone with a little common sense would know to lean towards the rhythm of the Polish Krakowiak dance.

I suggest you look up the story behind the idiom [竽充数]. Instead of asking me for gossip, you'd better take some time to reflect on your mistakes. My sister doesn't pursue your mistakes because she is kind. But I don't have such a good temper. In the next few performances, I hope you can make some progress and understand the basic sense of shame of human beings. "

"Hero-kun."

Asana raised her hand to stop Yi Tiao from speaking, and further explained to her classmates the problems with the two movements and how to improve them. This crushed the self-esteem of Yi Tiao and her four classmates, and made them even more fascinated by Asana.

Asama had a cold face, so that even people watching from afar could feel a cold and terrifying sense of oppression.

"If you feel you can't do it, I can coordinate for you to quit the group or even drop out of school. I don't want her efforts to go to waste. So, tell me, can you do it?"

"I can do it, Mr. Asama!" X4
Asama smiled with satisfaction. The four girls from the orchestra who were studying in the special preparatory course of Berlin University of the Arts even had the strange urge to raise their right arms 45 degrees.

Asana abused his skills such as [Tokyo Little Succubus], [People's Teacher], and [Taking Advantage of Seniority] without any psychological burden, and completed the brainwashing of four classmates of Ichijo in just 20 minutes. He even persuaded them to go back to the orchestra practice room to practice all night.

Of course, he was able to do it to the point where they were convinced, thanks to a skill that Damingshen had finally given him not long ago - [Appreciation (Music - Classical)].

Looking at the four empty seats at the end of the table, Ogata felt a great fear - the Great Sensei really knew the ninjutsu of hypnosis! So, sitting here with the other girls, I had dreamed of the Great Sensei countless times, was I also hypnotized? So, was my vague feelings for the Great Sensei just a hypnosis that he did conveniently?

Jiandao glanced at Ichijo and said to Asama,
"Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"

Before Asama could answer, he smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Hero-kun, they wanted to come over and I couldn't say no."

"Didn't you refuse well in Yinghe before?"

Asana was talking about those boys who failed in their confession.

"That's not the same thing."

It seems that Masumi Ichijo is still easily led by the nose when it comes to friendship.

"Although it's not nice to talk about people behind their backs, I-san, do you think these classmates are really your friends?"

".They actually take good care of me."

"Do you really need their care?"

".unnecessary."

Ichijo paused, shook his head and admitted, then continued to explain,
"But they don't have bad intentions. Going to music school was their family's decision, and they just treat band activities as a way to spice up their lives. Hero, what you just said is too harsh."

"I'm not telling you what to make of friends, but you're alone in Europe, so you should learn to say no to things with a clear conscience. If you need a shield, use me."

Ichijo shook his head again, and the expression on his face had softened.

"It's so cunning to keep using you as an excuse. I will think about making friends."

"Don't think about that. Just think about your own business. A tiger won't hang out with jackals, provided you behave like a tiger."

Busei interrupted with a smile.

"I wish there were only herbivores in the world."

Jiandao took a sip of wine silently. As the only civilian in the love consultation department, she was thinking about what kind of animal she was. Logically speaking, Jingshui must be a tiger, so, in his eyes, am I also a tiger?

"Hiccup - what's the saying that a tiger won't associate with jackals? Asama Asama, you really like to say one thing and do another~~"

Fujiwara Ai, who drank four glasses of red wine, suddenly launched an attack, but was dodged by Asama.

Asama dodged sideways while trapping Fujiwara's figure behind him. He knocked the attacking girl unconscious with a high-speed hand knife that was invisible to the naked eye, and said in a pretentious manner.

"Hey, if you can't drink, then don't drink."

Catching Fujiwara's soft and warm body, the girl's left shoulder strap slid down.

Asana felt something strange in his body. Although it was also the night when his self-control was declining, his self-control seemed to be even worse in the early morning.

In order to stay conscious, Asama used the skill of pinching the Ren Zhong point to wake Fujiwara up again.

"babble------"

"Don't sleep, let's go back to the hotel."

Fujiwara sat somersaulted in Asama's arms, his pretty drunken face filled with insane smugness.

"Hmm? Hotel? Now? Asama Asama, do you want to get a room with me?

I said, I recognized you at first sight, how could the relationship between you and me be taken over by these people who came out halfway?"

Fujiwara spoke to Asana in a sweet tone in front of the other girls. Asana wondered if he had hit the guy too hard and made him stupid, but the words "check in" were multiplying wildly in his head. He thought of the inferior overthrowing the superior, thought of multiple dreams, thought of their slender bodies, thought of the plumpness, slenderness, and roundness that seemed to be chopped out by the Creator's three axes, thought of entanglement and collision, thought of juice and panting.

Ogata quietly asked Shinomiya,
"Has this Fujiwara Ai known the Great Sensei for a long time? Is she a little too shameless? Or does the Great Sensei like this type?"

Shigong shook his head.

"According to the [Westmarck Effect], the earlier two people know each other and the more familiar they are, the less likely they are to become a couple. In many scripts, this sentence [I was here first] is the statement of a loser."

Shinomiya Yukina has been working very hard recently. In addition to hiring a tutor for extra lessons, she has also studied a lot of theoretical knowledge related to screenwriting in order to shoot a short video that would brighten Asama's eyes. Although in her eyes, these books are not even as good as three pages of the "Love Handbook".

"Ugh——————" Fujiwara Ai, the fuse of desire, suddenly vomited a rainbow, and at the same time reined in the uncontrollable spring wild horse in Asama's head.

Asama deftly picked up the deep pot of mussel soup and covered Fujiwara's face with it.

Busei and Hououin, who showed disgust on their faces, moved Fujiwara away, fed her some water, and let her sleep quietly on the table.

Pochi tapped Fujiwara's back, but when he saw no response, he smiled and said,

"The little vine is really useless. It turns out that it is so undrinkable."

Pochi, who can get drunk after drinking 6 kilograms of beer, has shown new fighting power when it comes to drinking red wine. But I wonder how many glasses of vodka from her hometown she can drink.

"You should drink less too."

"But if you don't finish the wine after opening it, it's a waste."

"Who told Robert not to help us drink? Now that everyone in our love consulting department is here, we should celebrate. Come on, everyone, let's drink to victory."

Busaikawa, who doesn't drink any beverages except purified water, has become an alcoholic in the past few days.

After taking a sip, Hououin covered the mouth of the glass with his hand to stop Pochi from pouring the wine.

"Ms. Pochi, I can't drink too much red wine."

Ichijo, who was persuaded to drink by Pochi, smiled bitterly.
"If this continues, I think it would be okay to change the name of our department to [Happy Drinks Department]."

Asama gave Ichijo a look that said, "Please stop giving me names."

Busei winked at Asama playfully and charmingly.

"If we get drunk, Robert-kun will take us back to our room~"

"Then don't drink, and don't cause trouble to others."

"But you're not someone else, are you?"

"Ah Shui can just carry us back together when the time comes."

Do you think I'm a frog carrying nine people?

There were fewer and fewer customers in the restaurant. Apart from Asama's table, there were 5 tables of diners left, 2 of which belonged to the housekeepers or bodyguards of Ichijo and Hououin. Ichijo Masumi's female bodyguard did not sit down, but smoked in the corner, but the way she stared at Asama made him uncomfortable.

The chefs had already gone off work, and the head chef brought the others to say hello to Asama, and told them that tonight's meal would be treated by the chef team, and that they would give Asama a 8% discount whenever he and the others came to this restaurant in the future.

Shigong laughed.

"I just heard from Futami-san that the restaurant also gave away a lot of desserts when you had lunch. It seems that if you follow the Great Sensei, you don't have to spend money anywhere~"

Fuzukawa nodded and said, "Because Robert-kun is particularly good at providing emotional value~~~~It's a pity that Robert-kun cannot be mass-produced, otherwise the world would have been at peace long ago."

Asama glared at Busuigawa.

Fenghuangyuan and Fuzugawa clinked glasses and said,

"Most emotional values ​​are temporary. No one will pay twice for a fleeting smile. Therefore, it is more valuable to teach people how to fish. The Great Teacher teaches people something wherever he goes, which is why he is respected."

Pochi took another big sip and muttered,

"A Shui likes to lecture people with an awesome attitude."

"But still water is pretty remarkable in itself, isn't it?"

After saying this, Jiandao laughed again. She felt that Asama with his hands spread out was like Jesus in "The Last Supper". Even at the last moment of his life, he would seize the opportunity to preach.

If Asama really had the ability to read minds, he would have angrily retorted to Jiandao: You call this Jesus? He is obviously Tang Seng from A Chinese Odyssey, right?

Futami, who had been silent for a long time, finally escaped from the reflection caused by the words "I hate idiots who are obsessed with love".

Didn't Dostoyevsky say, "When a person knows that he is a fool, he is no longer a fool"? Futami, Futami, you may be in love, but you are definitely not a fool!

Futami encouraged himself for a while, clinked glasses with Asama, and following Asama's suggestion, they started talking about French classical music.

For her, Asama itself is classic, like Bordeaux wine, like the Ferris wheel in the Tuileries Garden, and like Mont Saint-Michel in the Bay of Saint-Malo. He is a place that allows her to intuitively feel the calmness, holiness, and romance, and all the hustle and bustle of life will melt away beside him.

"Shizumi-kun, which French composer do you like?"

"I don't listen to them very often. For me, it's as hard to choose between Saint-Saëns and Satie as it is to choose between Beethoven and Mozart. But I do have my favorite pieces."

Immortal River smiled and said,
"Are Ravel and Debussy not worthy of their own names? Robert's favorite piece of music, isn't it 'Nude Dance'?"

"Ashui is so lecherous!"

Asana used a knife to hit Pochi on the forehead as he was approaching.

"Ouch - Ah Shui is a double standard monster, Ah Shui is a violent freak!"

Asama asked Fuzugawa,

"how do you know?"

Fenghuangyuan, who has some knowledge of classical music, guessed,

"Does the teacher like "Nude Dances" because these three pieces are representative works of Satie who carried the banner of neoclassicism in the French composition world and opposed the romanticism of Wagner in Germany?"

One shook his head.

"Based on Hero's usual musical preferences, he probably likes works with a calm and sad tone."

Busui Chuan took a sip of the Burgundy wine in his glass, shook his slender index finger, and said with a smile,

"Hehe~ You guys think too much. This song has appeared in many anime works by EVA and Haruhi Suzumiya. As an anime fan, Robert must like it because he loves the anime."

Asama pretended to be calm and took a sip of grape-flavored Fanta.

“I don’t watch anime.”

The eight sober girls present were all saying the same word in their hearts - [Lie!]
At 2 o'clock in the morning in Paris, the dim lights illuminated the red faces of the girls at Asama's table.

Asama's table was the only one left in the restaurant. The waiter was yawning beside them. If the girls weren't so pretty, and if the boss and the chef hadn't given them such unanimous instructions, he would have definitely shown a bad face to these guys who stayed up late.

Except for Busei and Pochi, everyone else, including Hououin who only drank a little, became drunk and collapsed on the table.

Young ladies like Ichijo, Houhouin, and Fujiwara were surrounded by housekeepers and bodyguards and taken back to the hotel.

Asama declined the help and looked at Fuzukawa and Pochi. Pochi volunteered to carry Futami on his back, but Fuzukawa did not carry Majima, but took the bags with him.

"I'll leave Mai-chan to Robert~"

Without hearing Asama's rebuttal, Futami sighed secretly on Pochi's back with his eyes closed.

I thought the back island would feel better, but the desire showed no sign of decreasing, and my attention was completely focused on the two bowl-shaped areas on the back.

Fortunately, it was a little chilly in Paris late at night in August, and the hotel was less than 8 meters away from the restaurant, so the five people quickly returned to the hotel.

Once again declining the hotel waiter's help, Asana sent Majima and Futami back to the room. Pochi looked at the two girls lying motionless on the bed and decided to take care of them for one night.

Asama and Fuzugawa left the room, and the energetic idol laughed in the hallway,

"It's just the two of us again~Won't you see me off?"

Although Asama was anxious about the restlessness in his heart, he did not reject Fuzugawa.

He nodded and said, it’s just a few steps away, let’s see him off to the west.

"Wine and the night really go well together. It would be a pity if Robert-kun didn't try it."

Although Busai drank at least 5 glasses of red wine, he didn't look drunk at all.

"If you really liked wine, you wouldn't be sober now."

"If I'm drunk too, Robert will be in a mess, right?"

“There are always more solutions than problems.”

After sending Busei to her and Houhouin's room, Busei was not in a hurry to take out the room card.

"France is such a romantic place. If there is someone who is willing to kiss me awake like Sleeping Beauty, maybe next time I drink, I will get drunk~"

"The Sleeping Beauty in Charles Perrault's work fell asleep because her finger was pricked by a spindle, which is a satire on the idleness of the rich and powerful."

"Let me ask you this instead. If you fell asleep like Sleeping Beauty and needed someone to wake you up with a kiss, who would you choose if you were not responsible?"

"It's getting late, F-san should go to bed early."

"Tell me, Mr. R, I am your most trusted partner~~"

The sound of Busei calling out "R-kun" was more beautiful than Satie's piano music.

Asama shook her head,
"I'm sorry, F-san is the opposite of trust."

"So, Mr. R would rather sleep forever? Or are you pretending to sleep?"

Asama took a deep breath and confessed to Busui River,
"No one wants to sleep forever except the dead. Everyone has his own morning, and when the time comes, he will wake up by himself."

Hearing Asama's words, Busikawa gave a mischievous smile.
"How about letting me bring you the morning early?"

The girl's pupils suddenly shrank, and she saw the boy suddenly approaching and pressing her against the wall. (End of this chapter)