Tokyo Wingman King

"Asama-kun can drink quite well~"

"I only had five drinks."

A small 60ml wine glass, a little over half a pound.

Asama looked at Jinguji, who didn't drink beer or whiskey but drank at least a whole bottle of Austrian gin without showing any sign of drunkenness, and thought to himself that she was also a contemporary female alcoholic.

"Asama-kun, are you curious why I'm not drunk?"

"Because you don't want to get drunk."

Asana dealt with the problem casually.

Jinguji smiled and nodded, pointing to two white towels on the table.

"It seems you've discovered me. Have you been paying attention to me?"

Asama then understood that the reason why this guy only drank white wine and didn't drink other kinds of wine was because she could spit the wine in her mouth onto the white towel when she wiped her mouth after drinking. If she drank other kinds of wine, she would be exposed as soon as she spit it out.

"you think too much."

This nominal heir of the Jinguji family, who has a funny person on his face, a riddle person on his mouth, and an android on his body, really doesn't arouse Asana's interest in dealing with him.

"Asama-kun's attitude towards his fans is very hurtful."

Jinguji Rimi, as the advisor of the school's informal organization [Teishu Party], is nominally also a fan of Asama. It is worth mentioning that she is already a nominal advisor to seven clubs at Toyo Eiwa Academy, including the Fortune Telling Club, Astrology Club, Tarot Club, and Star Guardian Club.

Asama felt that the functions and attributes of the cultural clubs were too much. Why didn't the sports club, such as the soccer club, have subdivided clubs such as indoor five-a-side football, table tennis, full-protection brawl soccer, foot dodgeball, soccer e-sports, but only one soccer club?
"Really? I never thought that I would have fans. I plan to walk back to the hotel now, so I won't keep you company. Goodbye, Jinguji-senpai."

Asama did not answer. He confirmed the bill with the staff and walked out of the Imperial Hotel.

The sound of small leather shoes tapping on the street tiles quickly, and the lazy tone with a slightly higher volume came from behind Asama -

"Asama-kun, don't you remember that we stayed in the same hotel? Let's go back together."

Jinguji jogged a few steps to catch up with Asama's pace, and continued to speak beside him with a smile,

"Why do we have to walk back? Can't we take a car together?"

Asama and Jinguji kept a horizontal distance of 2 meters, and the two walked at the two ends of the narrow sidewalk.

“Many things need to be measured with one’s own footsteps before one can understand the appropriate scale.”

The obviously perfunctory answer actually made Jinguji smile with satisfaction.

"Can you measure something like [the sky of night] with your own footsteps?"

Asama was silent for a moment.

He knew that the words that Jinguji Rimina emphasized were referring to Baudelaire's poem - "I love you as I love the sky of night."

Sure enough, she heard everything that I said to Busei-kawa.

So, Jinguji's question is actually - does Fuzugawa's love for him need to be measured by him personally?
"Night will always be replaced by day. I will not deliberately pursue things that are bound to disappear."

"The night is not such a short thing."

Looking up at the sky from Jingu Temple, Vienna is far less prosperous than Paris, but it is also difficult to see the stars in the city center.

"In the universe, the night is much longer and more eternal than the day. I also like the night, whether there are stars or not."

Jinguji's poetic tone concealed the possibility of a confession, but Asana didn't even have the desire to refuse.

He looked at Jinguji, and her eyes were as ambiguous as she was.

"Do you hate Fuzugawa?"

"???"

"She once called herself the opposite of night."

Asama took the lead and talked about other topics.

"Really? That's quite a vivid image."

Jinguji laughed again.

"But I am willing to go with RISE, not just because of you, Asama-kun. If you were to ask why, aren't you curious about what RISE and I did today?"

"Not interested in."

Jinguji continued the previous topic and chatted with himself.

"Night and day combine to form a bright or calm orange. The morning light brings hope, and the setting sun brings satisfaction. Those opposing elements are actually artificially opposed. Aren't you, Asama-kun, who is proficient in art, doing this color matching work in Toyo Eiwa?"

"You're overthinking it. I'm not interested in smoothing things over. So what you're actually asking me is, what am I going to do in Yinghe next?"

"No need. I just want to observe a star that is not manipulated by fate from a closer distance."

Although the distance between them did not shorten at all, Jinguji's gaze seemed to drastically compress the time and space between them, making Asama feel as if he was forced to stare.

"The gravity of fate is so heavy that any ideal that transcends and soars will fall to the ground with a thud. For a star as special as this (hoshi), I want (hoshii) to know its secret to transcending fate."

Another ambiguous statement similar to a confession.

Asama shook her head,
"It's too unlucky to talk about fatalism in a city that belongs to Beethoven. He once said, 'I will strangle fate by the throat, and it will never make me completely surrender.' People will not be slaves to fate. Let it die before you die, and that is the real respect for personal destiny."

“Did Beethoven really say that?”

I heard Asama pause, and I wasn't sure whether Beethoven actually said this. In the previous life, the inferior authors on the Chinese Internet created too many fallacies.

"At least Beethoven had that kind of grip."

He shrugged.

Jinguji suppressed his smile and sighed,
"Those who are trapped in fate and suffer have neither the vision to see through fate's throat nor the strength to strangle it. Those who are qualified are either truly enjoying fate's favor, or are like you, detached from it."

"There is an old Chinese saying, [Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman should constantly strive to improve himself] - the laws of the operation of the Way of Heaven are strong and eternal. The wind on the earth is blowing all the time, and the stars in the sky are rotating towards the end of the universe all the time. A qualified person, a gentleman, should also learn from the Way of Heaven, on the road of firmness and enrichment, constantly calculate and run, and bring more positive influences to the world like the light, rain and wind of the Way of Heaven.

This is the best solution for human beings to face their fate. Other blind, fanatical, negative, absurd, isolated and nihilistic responses are all answers that lead to self-destruction. "

Jinguji was not surprised after hearing Asama's long speech mixed with a lot of Chinese.

She smiled and said,
"I heard from RISE that your Chinese is very good. Do you know what my favorite Chinese proverb is?"

how could I know?

Asama glanced at Jinguji and then focused his eyes on the road ahead.

"A blessing in disguise."

Jinguji asked himself and answered,

“Always pursuing gain, success or victory is not necessarily the best solution in life.

An invisible force controls and guides us until the ultimate end of death. Philosophers have been trying to analyze this force, but people cannot even analyze themselves. With limited rationality, they cannot find the answer. It is much easier to accept the most sincere self at every moment and blend with fate than to pursue it deliberately.

So, is your answer to how to face fate [easy]?
Asana did not continue the topic and began to walk forward dully.

"Asama-kun, it seems we have gone astray."

The Beethoven Hotel is just over 1 kilometer away from the Imperial Hotel, so logically, we should have arrived there a long time ago.

Qianjian looked at the navigation and said,

"Excuse me, go west from this intersection, that is, go to the right, and you will pass about 11 intersections, a total of less than 1 kilometer, and you will reach the hotel."

"Aren't you going back to the hotel?"

"No."

"Where are you going?"

"walk around."

"Are you deliberately so cruel to leave a lady on a deserted street in the middle of the night?"

"Austria has good security. Besides, don't we have your bodyguards behind us?"

Jinguji laughed again.

"I'll walk with you."

"unnecessary."

"If you don't want me to follow you, answer me three questions."

"You can follow me if you want. I'm going to the Central Cemetery, which is about 11 kilometers away."

"Then I'll follow you in the car. You can take my car if you get tired of walking."

Jinguji waved his hand, and a black Toyota drove over. Two people in the car stopped in front of the fountain in the Soviet War Memorial Square.

"What three questions?"

Hearing Asama's answer, Jinguji smiled triumphantly. She drove the Toyota car far away, then looked at Asama and asked,
"What do you think of RISE and the feelings those girls have for you? You're not saying you can't see that they all like you, are you?"

I thought she would ask questions about the Five Regents or fortune-telling, but Asana shook her head and replied,

"It's a beautiful relationship, but time will make them change [the person they like] into [the person they once liked]."

"So, in your eyes, time is the antidote?" "No, time is just an anesthetic."

Jinguji sighed, but the smile did not fade away from his lips.

"What a heartless man."

Asana retorted righteously without hesitation.

"Wrong, it's a friend who is loyal and knows the boundaries."

"If you were truly a loyal friend, would you allow those people to say things like, "Futami-san, Majima-san, and even Fuzugawa-san are just your playthings"? "

Asama shook his head and continued,
"Our mutual friends would not say such things, and if people we don't know say such things before they get to know us, it would only show their meanness, and we don't care what they say.

In addition, your question just now counts as the second question. "

Jinguji chuckled.
“It seems that RISE is right, Asama-kun is sometimes not only ruthless, but also very stingy.

Then I will tell you the real second question in the form of self-questioning and self-answering.

[What is the relationship between you and RISE?]
If we look at it from the perspective of a friend, you, who are not slow, appear to be too despicable.

If you look at it from the perspective of desire, the relationship and status between you and them is an insult and objectification of them.

If we look at it from the perspective of interests, they are all redundant.

If we look at it from the perspective of the club's relationships, they are redundant, as you are the only one who truly represents the Love Counseling Club.

It is hard for me to imagine that they can look at you with admiration and love despite so many negative states.

The only normal relationship I can imagine is that you are the true Imperial Master of the Five Elements, and you are using your identity as a teacher to guide these immature girls to gain wisdom and experience youth.

It is precisely because of this status gap that you have been able to keep this group cohesive and not break up, but not overstep the line. You are fulfilling your responsibilities as a teacher.

Asama-kun, tell me, am I right?"

"."

Asana was silent, and could only say that Yinghe had a weird imagination and was an expert.

But this explanation is mostly correct.

“I can only say that I came to this school with the mission of academic affairs. I will not touch anything that is not related to the mission.”

Jinguji gave an expression that said, "I understand."

"One last question. As the shadow of the Five Regents, hiding behind the scenes, why did you suddenly promote yourself with great fanfare, dancing with the Five Regents and gaining followers in Yinghe? I don't believe that Konoe Chiyo challenged your position. The difference between your methods and hers is obvious to anyone with a discerning eye."

"."

Seeing that Asama was silent, Jinguji drew out four tarot cards from somewhere. She looked at the fourth card after Temperance, Justice and Magician - [Emperor].

“Haha, I already know the answer.

I heard that there was a rumor among the original Five Regents that [Asama Shizumi, a talent who can assist the king], but now no one is talking about it anymore.

For you, the reason why you stepped out from behind the scenes
Is it because if you don’t stand at the top of the crowd, don’t stand in the midst of fame and fortune, don’t wear the emperor’s robe, don’t wear the king’s crown, then you can’t prove to the world that you are extraordinary and indifferent to the world? "

Jinguji, who seemed to have found the answer, showed a slightly crazy smile on his face.

".Jinguji-senpai, your way of labeling people is quite retro. Now that all three questions have been answered, it looks like you can go back to sleep."

Just as Asama didn't know how to chat with Chiyo Konoe, he had no interest in continuing to talk to such an abstract being as Jinguji Rimi.

Perhaps the epitaph on Hedy Lamarr’s tombstone in the Central Cemetery is more interesting than anything that is being said now.

After chatting with Jinguji Rimi, who had an impeccable figure and face, for nearly an hour, Asama, who did not feel the slightest bit of conflict, turned around and ran into the deep night of Vienna.

Vienna, where the sun rises before 6 o'clock, is perfect for morning jogging.

But the only ones willing to stand up and run with the others were Pochi and Fuzugawa.

If you drink too much and are hungover, you still need someone to take care of you.

The second drunk Majima took care of Futami, and Shinomiya, who had an average alcohol tolerance, took care of Ogata, who could drink twice as much as her.

Fenghuangyuan and Fujihara didn't even get up.

After confirming the news in the group, Busei was the third person to arrive at the hotel lobby. He greeted Asama and Pochi generously, as if he had completely forgotten what happened yesterday.

"Pochi-sister got up early~"

"Hehe, I woke up from my dying illness, and the King of Hell praised me for my good health~"

"Hahaha, where does this weird talk come from?"

"These are the words in Shui's notebook when he was a child~"

Asama felt that his old home needed a safe.

After running out of the hotel, the three ran towards the city park.

The air in Vienna in the early morning is very good. Affected by the continental climate, the temperature difference between day and night is large, so even when the sun comes out, the morning breeze is particularly cool.

Passing by a statue of a musician, Fuzugawa pulled Asama to talk about the stories of the three great Viennese masters - Mozart, Haydn and Beethoven. Out of politeness, Asama took off his headphones and interrupted his second-year high school modern and classical literature preview.

"Hey, Ah Shui, how about you accompany me to buy a skirt later? It's suitable for taking photos at Schönbrunn Palace."

Pochi interrupted when he heard the story of Empress Theresa summoning the musical prodigy Mozart at Schönbrunn Palace.

"Do not have time."

"Hey~ What are you worried about~ You don't have to pay, Ah Shui, I have plenty of money now~"

"Where did you get your money?"

"Anyway, it wasn't blown by the strong wind~~~"

Pochi, wearing a pink Adidas suit, looked like a happy big golden retriever, swaying left and right in front of Asana.

In a little over 40 minutes, the three of them finished running 10 kilometers.

Fuzugawa's physical strength is not inferior to Pochi at all, and he said with a smile,

"Is Pochi-san's stamina also developed from chasing ninja cats?"

"Hmm~ I am the first Slavic ninja in Japan who is proficient in Japanese. Maybe one day, a 3A game will be made based on me~"

Asana resisted the urge to complain, but then he heard Fuzugawa ask,
"So is Sister Pochi Robert-kun's senior sister?"

"Alas, the bad habit of our ninja village is that the strong are respected."

Pochi lied improvisedly with a look of regret on his face.

Suddenly, Ichijo Masumi sent a message.
"Today's rehearsal was very tense, and many people were scolded and cried. But when I think about Hero-kun being by my side and about to watch my performance, I have the energy to practice the piano for 42 hours a day."

Where do the 42 hours in a day come from?
"If I can eat the dinner that Hero-kun made, it will be 48 hours~"

Have I really become your cook?

Who cooks so many meals when traveling?!

Asana thought about it and decided that he could use the excuse of making a cheering dinner for I-san to cancel the trip to the amusement park.

"Just order whatever you want, I-san."

"I like to eat whatever Hero-kun cooks~"

Asama prepared 30 relatively simple and easy-to-make dishes and asked her to choose 4-6 from them.

"It's so hard to choose, Hero-kun. I'm suffering from decision-making difficulties. I'll make my choice at noon and get back to you, okay?"

"Well, just practice with peace of mind. Come on."

"Masumi-chan's message?"

Busei was lying behind Asama without any sense of boundaries, but Asama twisted his body and took it off.

"Yeah. Let's go have breakfast."

"Okay~ I'm already hungry, Ah Shui, can you go to the kitchen and make some noodles?"

"Do you think all the hotel kitchens in the world belong to you?"

"What belongs to Xiaoyaojia is mine~ Of course, the chef in my house is still mine~~~"

Asama suddenly felt sorry for Hououin having a friend like Pochi.

The girls hadn't gotten up yet, so he, Pochi, and Fuzugawa went to the restaurant to have a buffet breakfast that wasn't very memorable.

Fuzugawa and Pochi were chatting and telling jokes, and Asana finally had some free time to review his second-grade lessons.

Open your notebook and write down your notes.

August 8, Tuesday, sunny.

August seems endless, but it is only halfway through. (End of this chapter)