Tokyo Wingman King

In front of you is the Danube River, which flows through 10 countries. The long and narrow Danube Island divides the Danube into two.

Along the river are floating platforms with ladders that protrude into the river like small docks. Some platforms are made of wood, some are made of plastic barrels, and some are even made of concrete with outdoor swimming pools built on them.

There were so many people diving, rowing, sailing, and swimming by the water, and cycling, skateboarding, and sunbathing on the shore that it was hard to believe that this was the usually busy Tuesday.

As the only person holding a parasol on the lawn, Asama was enjoying the [precious one hour of personal space] he earned by making lunch boxes for everyone.

It’s strange to say, since when did the freedom of personal solitude need to be exchanged for labor?

Asama didn't quite understand.

In the distance, one could hear girls playing in the water, but even more obvious was the humming in one’s ears with a strong Austrian accent.

"You are sentimental, you are young, beautiful, gentle and kind-hearted, shining like gold in the mine, and true love is awakening there, beside the Danube, beside the beautiful blue Danube."

The song in his memory was reproduced by a fat man next to Asana, and the violinist nearby even interrupted his performance to provide accompaniment for him.

This fat uncle was applying sunscreen on his white fat. He was probably a working class man with a good income, not arrogant or burdened. His wife was riding back and forth along the river bank with his fat son on a tandem bicycle that looked like a simple go-kart.

The fat uncle was humming "The Blue Danube", the [King of Waltz] composed by Johann Strauss II. This song is also known as the second national anthem of Austria. Playing "The Blue Danube" in the Golden Hall has become a regular program of the Austrian New Year's Concert.

While applying the oil, he took a special look at the white-haired boy under the large parasol, who looked like he had walked out of an oil painting.

Wearing headphones, Asama ignored the curious gazes of others. He was spending the precious 60 minutes with a book by Freud, a native of Vienna.

The title of the book is "Totem and Taboo".

The status of this book is second only to his well-known work "The Interpretation of Dreams".

Asama, who has the skill of speed reading and experience in reading Nietzsche, Lacan, Foucault and others, clearly got Freud's sociological thinking on totems and taboos.

There are two discussions in the book that are thought-provoking.

One of the theories is that members of primitive tribes would make totems based on the main animals in their living environment, and then collectively hunt and eat these totem animals that they liked and worshipped. The tribe's totem worship and totem killing behaviors were tainted with a primitive religious meaning, and religion meant restraint - these behaviors were only allowed in a collective state, and individuals had no right to hunt totem animals alone.

He immediately thought of idol management and fan circle economy. Fan circles and primitive tribes prohibit individuals from privately using totems. Private fans and sleeping with fans are both taboos.

The second noteworthy discussion in the book is that a father who had the right to mate with all the women in a primitive tribe was killed by his jealous sons. In order to avoid the continued imbalance of mating rights like that of a lion group, the sons eventually established a rule prohibiting incest.

Freud pointed out that in this story, it was the death of the original father that caused the sons, who were originally deprived of power, to formulate and implement a more universal law around the original father's law on them - [prohibition of incest]. The original father returned in the form of a superego and formed a new symbolic symbol.

This view is strong evidence that Freud was referring to Nietzsche's idea that God is dead.

In capitalist society, the rights of the original father, such as the king's former exclusive property, have long been made into various commodities with clear prices. New laws about money, free market circulation, etc. have replaced the unreasonable law that "only the king can wear yellow". Freud praised the destruction of this totem and the birth of the law as the embodiment of civilization.

But in the eyes of modern people Asama more than 100 years later, he only saw irony.

First of all, the new totem is no longer so easy to overthrow - the hatred for the king is dispersed among the bourgeoisie whose names are completely unremembered. It is far more difficult to oppose countless people than to oppose one person.

Secondly, the new totems have not created more progressive new taboos. The new totems of modern society have not promoted the development of social civilization, established more complex, scientific and effective moral norms, and killing, exploitation, discrimination and hatred still exist. Instead, there has been a major setback in regional peace, religious beliefs, moral customs and even gender awareness.

The sharp knife of reality can make any philosopher or scholar feel disappointed and any cynic bow his head.

Asama sighed, sensing a sense of mission. In a new era of symbols and totems, it would be useless to overthrow totems such as consumerism and neoliberalism. He also had no ability to create new taboos that would lead people to progress. Even the tech giants that could lead humans to technological equality were defeated by human nature, full of monopoly and religious flavor.

Looking around at countless places to settle down, there is no utopia in the world.

He is just a country boy who owns over 100 billion and is still studying.

The two protagonists who are currently funded with their meager efforts are: a poor nobleman who is trapped in the hell of working but is content with it and does not want to let others control his fate; and a rebellious young lady who fishes for three days and hangs out for two days, not doing her job properly and often skirts the line.

As for his sons, except for Dahui and Heping, who still have a certain limit to their development, the others are even worse.

Asana sighed again, thinking that it would be better to be down-to-earth, such as studying or making money.

"Hey, Oriental boy, why are you sighing all the time? You have some skills~"

A sentence in English with a strong German accent came to my ears.

At some point, the fat uncle had moved his butt from his palm tree cushion to the huge dolphin cushion under Asama.

"I understand German, sir."

Asama closed the book.

"He knows German and reads Freud. He's talented! He's talented! No wonder girls like him so much."

The fat uncle leaned in to admire them. Following Asana's line of sight, he looked at the group of bikini girls on the riverbank.

"I'm just watching the luggage."

"Hey~ Don't talk nonsense. You can fool yourself, but don't try to fool the eyes of the people."

The masses of the people are not to be represented so casually.

"Look at them, they wave at you from time to time. Uncle, let me help you with your luggage, you go and have fun~"

"No need really."

"Alas, Oriental boy, you are too defensive. Are you worried about what I might do to your luggage? Haha, I won't do anything to bring shame to Vienna's public security."

"Sir, look, your wife and son are waving at you. I'll help you with your luggage. Go and enjoy your rare parent-child time."

The fat uncle found that his wife was waving at him.

"Then help me look after my luggage, thank you very much."

"Ah."

Asama just felt that the experience of being hit on by an older man was a bit strange.

The time is 11:1 am.

The girls from the Love Consultation Department were still playing by the water.

They seemed to have a gathering effect. Those Austrian girls, who were also wearing bikinis, gathered together on this hydrophilic platform as if competing with each other.

As more beautiful girls came, men also gathered.

The lawn where Asama and his friends were located was already covered with mats, and there was hardly an inch of grass to be seen.

"Life is like a bikini. The things that are not exposed to the sun and that you don't want to show to others are actually the most important."

The fat uncle who had gone back was drinking his fragrant homemade coffee while looking at the girls by the lake with Asana, lamenting the inexplicable truth of life.

"Would you like a cup? Our Viennese coffee is delicious too!"

"No. We brought drinks."

"By the way, my name is Paul, Paul Handke, Oriental boy, what's your name?"

Have you only remembered to ask someone's name after chatting for more than 10 minutes?
"Robert."

"Robert, welcome to Vienna."

".Thanks."

Asana was forced to have a drink with this overly enthusiastic fat uncle.

"Tell me, which of these girls is your girlfriend?"

"No."

"So which one do you like best? The one in the red bikini?"

Paul was talking about Fujiwara. He thought Fujiwara had the most outstanding figure, appearance and temperament.

With the presence of the super-fusion agent Fuzugawa Risei, the unpopular Fujiwara also found a place to stay.

Of course, the one who interacted with her the most was Pochi. It seemed like the two of them were born to be incompatible. They would get angry when they were next to each other and would always be entangled.

"No one likes it."

"You Orientals are like this. Even if you have feelings, you don't like to express them. You are so young, be bolder. I see these girls like you very much."

"Mr. Paul, you should look at something more important."

"What do you mean?"

"Sir, your wife and son fell into the river."

"what!"

Asama did not move because several enthusiastic citizens had already jumped into the water to help salvage the bicycle.

There are still many good people in this world. Like Fuzugawa and the others, Asama, who was sitting on a lunch mat, also rejected several attempts to approach him.

The fat uncle and his family asked Asana to play poker together, but Asana refused.

But before he had read the book for two minutes again, two pairs of beautiful long legs covered with crystal water droplets appeared in front of him, distracting his attention.

Futami and Majima stood in front of Asama, leaning over him with their hands behind their backs.

Their thighs are well-proportioned and their calves are long, just like the straight and smooth lines in Klimt's paintings, giving people the illusion of being 1.7-meter-tall girls.

"Shizumi-kun, do you want to play volleyball with me?"

Busei found an inflatable volleyball from somewhere and prepared to organize a volleyball game.

"Didn't they just sober up? Strenuous exercise is not good, right?"

"Fujiwara-san and Ogata-san both said there was no problem."

"But aren't there just enough people to split into two teams?"

"Our competition system is 3V3V3~"

"No, I'll just watch the luggage here."

"Robert, go have fun. I'll help take care of your luggage!"

The fat uncle next to him winked at Asana and gave him a thumbs up.

"Can I join?"

The fat uncle's ten-year-old son put down the poker in his hand and showed an eager expression.

The fat uncle tapped the kid on the head and said, "Just play poker."

The uncle's wife looked at the fat uncle with dissatisfaction, but said nothing.

“Can you play volleyball?”

Asama asked.

"know a little."

“那我们两组队吧。赛制改成2V2V2V2V2更合理一点。”

Asama looked back at the fat uncle again.

"Then I'll leave the luggage to Mr. Paul."

Looking at Asama holding her son and walking towards the river, Mrs. Paul suddenly said,

"What a handsome boy, he looks like an aristocrat who walked out of the Hofburg."

"Yes. When I saw him quietly reading the German version of Freud, I felt that this young man had a kind of magic."

"Paul, do you think this boy and the girl who just came to see him look familiar?"

Mr. Paul thought about it and suddenly realized,
"The leading actor of 'The Other', which won the Kitzbühel Film Festival Gold Award! He dyed his hair white!"

"The leading actor is much better looking in real life than in the movie. It's a pity that he didn't smile much today."

Mrs. Paul was recalling the boy's smile in the movie, which was more intoxicating than Strauss's music.

"He is the leading actor in the list of directors, screenwriters, photographers and editors. It's hard to forget him."

"How strange! I actually ran into them here. Are they here to collect materials for their new film?"

"Maybe it's just a student holiday."

Asama naturally didn't know that the father of the fat boy next to him was a well-known screenwriter in the Austrian literary and art circles.

They sat aside and watched the match between [Fuzuigawa & Fujiwara Team] and [Houhouin & Pochi Team].

The omnipotent Fenghuangyuan Zhen found the volleyball net and set up a conspicuous volleyball court on a water platform.

The arrogant eldest daughter Fujiwara was given special attention by the somewhat boyish Houhouin, and was forced to take two smashes.

Although it was Hououin who scored, it was Pochi who gestured proudly towards Asama.

The fat boy asked.

"Does Robert only play with girls?"

Asama carefully observed the fat boy until his face turned red before answering,
"No, you are a boy, aren't you?"

"Haha, yes."

The fat boy asked again,

"Robert, how can I be as popular with girls as you are?"

“When you stop needing to be popular with girls, that’s when you start being popular with girls.”

"That's just kidding. Who doesn't want to be recognized by girls?"

“While there are many qualities that can make you popular with girls, you can’t be distracted by girls when pursuing these qualities.

For example, people who play guitar will be more popular. But a guitarist who wants to learn techniques to please girls will be more likely to be popular than a guitarist who truly loves guitar and has studied the techniques of guitarists in more than 20 bands. People who learn B for A are easily influenced by A, while people who learn B for B will improve their learning efficiency purely.

Do you understand what I mean by that?”

The fat boy nodded as if he understood, and said,
"Robert, can you play guitar?"

"will not."

“Then I won’t learn guitar.”

"."

The team of Pochi and Houhouin defeated Fuzugawa and Fujiwara, and Fuzugawa ran over with a smile to say hello.

"Robert, Little John, it's your turn~"

Asana nodded and took off his T-shirt. A group of unfamiliar girls in the distance screamed.

Asama's current stamina is 7, but his stamina has exceeded 9 many times. The symmetry of his muscle lines is like those of the most exquisite sculptures.

The exotic oriental aura, the tall and strong figure, the ascetic and youthful face, and the soft silver hair that swayed in the wind, even if he was placed among the many muscular men with pretty faces on the river bank, he would still stand out like a crane among chickens.

"Robert, when can I develop beautiful muscles like yours?"

“Eat less and exercise more, but this requires a long period of persistence, as well as a bit of talent and luck.”

Some people are born with asymmetrical abdominal muscles.

"Robert, how long did you last?"

Asama paused and changed [1 month] to [3 years].

Shinomiya and Fuzugawa are the referees of this game, and Asama serves first.

Futami and Mashima, who served as referees in the previous game, walked to the opposite side of Asama and the fat boy as opponents.

Futami got into position to prepare for a pass, inadvertently highlighting her beautiful figure.

"Please show some mercy, Shizumi-kun."

Jiandao followed suit and got into position. Although she was not a sports idiot, she only knew a little about volleyball from the fan fiction of the anime "Haikyuu!!".

"The strongest ally is now the strongest enemy?"

The referee Fuzukawa was making a fuss nearby.

"Ohhh~ It's you, Robert-kun, use [Clear Sky Thunderbolt]~"

Because there were too many people watching, the fat boy, who had never been the focus of the crowd, began to tremble with his already stiff body.

Asana patted him on the back and handed him the soft inflatable volleyball.

"You serve. Just get the ball over the net. I'll take care of the rest."

Asama's voice was like a tree stump in the rapids, pulling the fat boy out of the water.

John, still shaking but holding the ball tightly, suddenly felt that it made sense for Robert to have eight girlfriends. (End of this chapter)