Tokyo Wingman King

Ding-dong-

Hearing the doorbell, Asana checked the time, walked to the entrance and opened the door.

A figure almost fell directly into his arms.

After being avoided by Asama, there was no trace of embarrassment in Busei's energetic smile.

"Hello~~Robert~ we are back~"

This isn't your home, is it?
Pochi kept jumping up and down like a dwarf standing at the back of the line at a fireworks display, and then he cut in line and pushed Busou behind him, shouting,
"Ah Shui Ah Shui Ah Shui~ Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher." x2
Unlike Pochi, both Hououin and Shinomiya know how to care about others.

Before Asama could move aside, Pochi slipped under his armpit and entered the entrance, and the others followed suit.

It seems that they came half an hour early, probably because they were hungry.

After entering the entrance hall, Futami looked into the room, stood behind Asana like a hostess, and asked,

"Is Masumi-chan not back yet?"

"She's on her way. It shouldn't be long."

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Jiandao asked.

"No need. I've almost done it. I just haven't started on your and Yue Hai's dishes yet, and there's another one for the fire."

"You really don't need our help? I'm already very experienced in tomato cooking~"

Futami showed a slightly arrogant expression and winked at Asana.

"Even though the dishes you ordered are simple, I'm going to make some upgrades, so I'll just have to do it myself."

Pochi was the first to arrive at the kitchen. He looked at the large pot of chicken soup that had been drained and was still being cooked and asked curiously,

"Wow~ What are you cooking? These pots smell so good~"

"Cook the dog meat."

"Huh! This clearly tastes like chicken and beef, right?"

"You know, but you still ask."

Through the transparent lid, Busikawa saw the transparent chicken soup simmering over a low fire and smiled.

"I love pure water~~~ It would be nice if I could drink the water Robert used to cook cabbage today every day~"

No, Mr. F, you who have cracked the drinking rules continuously are no longer qualified to say that you are a [pure water addict].

The girls gathered in the kitchen and looked at the prepared dishes in warm plates covered with clear plastic lids, exclaiming in admiration as if they were Christmas presents behind a glass window.

"Wow~~~Have you prepared so many dishes?"

"Is this dessert in the refrigerator called ice jelly? It looks so good~"

"Huh~~~ Just looking at the color, I can eat 2 bowls of rice~~~"

"Asama Asama is indeed suitable for living. I didn't expect that the Chinese cooking skills are so good. I will help you taste it."

Pochi and Fujiwara's act of stealing food was interrupted by a slap from Asama.

"If you have nothing to do, please help tear off the fascia on the cabbage."

"Then please take your time~"

"My hands are not meant for this!"

Pochi and Fujiwara both rejected Asama's invitation.

"Let me help, Shizue-kun."

"Isn't there a rule in the Love Consulting Department's regulations that says 'No work, no food'?"

When was this rule established? Jiandao, what historical records are you activating?
"No, I'm busy."

Asama invited all the girls, including the two hardworking girls Futami and Mashima, to the living room, and continued with the final steps of boiling cabbage.

Peel the cabbage, blanch it, put it in ice water to cool it down and remove the smell, soak the cabbage in some chicken soup, wrap it in plastic wrap and steam it for 3 minutes to make it tasty, take out the cabbage and put it back into the clear soup.
After the boiled cabbage is ready, the mushroom, cordyceps and flower chicken soup is made with the previously filtered chicken oil and chicken, and the tomato, matsutake and oxtail soup are also stewed.

It's time to cook the dishes ordered by Futami and Mashima.

Looking at the three kinds of washed tomatoes on the chopping board, the memory of the second time I went to Futami's house to cook for her was awakened.

At that time, I was still too naive to think that I could really stay by Futami's side forever and use her to improve my learning efficiency without distraction. I didn't think about the price I would have to pay.

The end of the utilitarian is a slave's collar, a poor fellow thrown into the mud by a noisy carriage.

So far, many of his pre-set goals have not escaped the utilitarianism of classical liberalism. Because, if an individual does not have enough knowledge and money, he is not qualified to lend a helping hand, and is not qualified to stand in the perspective of more people to seek the maximization of collective interests.

But he couldn't use Fujiwara, Futami, Fuzugawa, Ichijo, and Hohoin as means to benefit himself. This would be tantamount to denying the friendship that he was still insisting on, and denying the decisions he made without regrets during this period. He would rather treat himself as a tool that was high above them and could be discarded at any time.

Before you can do something, you must first be something.

The words of the great German writer Goethe warned Asama that he was not a qualified lover, and precisely because he was not and did not want to be, he had no qualifications to fall in love; this sentence also reminded Asama that if he became a tool first, he could get one step closer to the abstract ideal of [丨].

By the way, on the way to buy groceries, he saw a statue of Goethe on the Ringstrasse in Vienna. The seated statue of Goethe looked directly at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, where the art failure student had failed to get into the exam several times.

While daydreaming, Asana had already prepared all the ingredients for the [Daimyojin Customized Scrambled Tomatoes and Eggs].

Mix orange peel, onion, garlic, pickled pepper, cilantro, basil and some diced tomatoes together, add Tabasco sauce, pepper, salt and olive oil and mix well, and the core stir-fry ingredients are ready. Then, Asama pours egg liquid with a little orange juice and sugar into the pan, stirs until 7% soft and tender, adds salt and serves on a plate, then pours another portion of peeled tomatoes and half a can of tomato sauce into the pan, covers and simmers, and when the tomatoes are soft, adds eggs and most of the stir-fry ingredients, stir-fry over high heat and serve. The remaining small portion of the stir-fry ingredients is used as salsa sauce for garnish.

The flavor of tomato and egg, the flavor of orange, and the flavor of salsa, these three completely unrelated flavors are perfectly blended together.

From another perspective, Asama realized that he had indeed reached the master-level cooking level.

Put the scrambled eggs with tomatoes into a warming plate, stir-fry the blanched lettuce slices, carrot slices, yam slices, snow peas, and black fungus in hot oil, then drizzle with chicken broth. It took Asana less than 6 minutes to complete the stir-fried seasonal vegetables.

At this time, Masumi Ichijo arrived.

"Sorry for the long wait. Eh? You guys haven't started yet?"

"Masumi-chan, we've been waiting until we're starving!"

"The Golden Hall is not too far from here, right?"

Hearing Fujiwara's words, Ichijo smiled and picked up two bottles of wine, saying,

"There was a bit of traffic jam on the road, and it took a little time to wait for this. Aren't we having Chinese food tonight? I brought two bottles of Moutai, which is said to be the most popular liquor in China."

"Um. You can't drink in the concert hall, right?"

Jiandao said worriedly.

"It doesn't matter, we are VIPs, no one will stop us from entering."

Fenghuangyuan said to Jiandao with a smile.

Among the group of servants attracted to the Great Sensei, she admires the rigorous and studious Majima the most. If there is one and a half people in the Love Consultation Club who are qualified to stand next to the Great Sensei, then Mai Majima is that half.

"Don't drink too much, Masumi~"

"I don't drink it. I brought it here for you to drink."

Asana saw that everyone was gathered, and shouted to the living room,

"It's time to eat. Pochi, former Minister, come over and help serve the dishes."

"Okay." x2
Pochi and Fujiwara looked at each other. They didn't expect that the other party would listen to Asama so much, and they couldn't help but despise each other.

Although Asama only called two people, no one was idle and they all crowded into the kitchen to serve food.

"Two soups are more dangerous. I'll serve them later. You guys go serve the desserts first."

After saying that, Asama started to sprinkle flour on the kitchen counter, rolled the dough into strips, and started making noodles.

The requirements for Chinese ramen at Phoenix Court are no simpler than those for Fujiwara and Fushigawa. If it weren't for the omnipotent Chinese restaurant that has everything, Asama would have prepared a chicken noodle soup substitute today.

"Besides Phoenix Court, how many of you guys want to eat ramen?"

"I want more meat, Boss Robert."

Busikawa smiled as he held a plate of boiled chicken in one hand and braised pork in the other.

"Uh, please make one for me, too, Mr. Big."

Ogata said embarrassedly. Asama had no more colander, he could only serve them one portion at a time, but the three bowls of noodles didn't keep them waiting for long.

Asama covered the noodles with thinly sliced ​​beef and white radish, added oxtail soup base, sprinkled with coriander and garlic sprouts, and drizzled with chili oil. The noodles were ready, which were 7% to 8% similar to the ramen sold in the Chinese beef noodle shops in Shinjuku.

"Ingredients and time are limited, this Chinese ramen is a tomato, matsutake and oxtail version, which is not very authentic."

"Hehe, isn't this very similar to what we ate in Ikebukuro~ Boss Robert is also a ramen master now~"

After serving the dishes, Fuzugawa came back, supported himself on the table with his hands, and smiled at Asama.

After the [Alliance Leader] showed off her exclusive memories in this way, several allies of the [Healing Girls Alliance] had the urge to quit the alliance, thinking that [a date for two is better than a group date].

By the time the chicken and oxtail soup were served, Pochi had already filled all the empty glasses on the table with wine.

"This Chinese wine is really weird. There are marbles in the bottle. It's not soda, but it always gets clogged when you pour it. It's really troublesome. But Mr. Pochi overcame the problem~"

Pochi acted very impressive, as if he was the court cupbearer who poisoned the ambitious princes in exchange for peace in the country.

"Shizue-kun, don't you want to sit down and eat?"

"There is still one side dish that has not been prepared."

Fenghuangyuan looked at the group records and said,
"Master, aren't all the dishes served? There are already so many dishes, don't worry about the additional dishes later."

"This is a dish I added myself. The ingredients are already prepared. All that's left is to stir-fry it. It doesn't take long, about 15 seconds."

"Chinese cold dishes?"

"Double crispy in oil."

The girls stood up again. They were very curious about what the side dish that only needed to be stir-fried for 15 seconds would look like.

Seagulls were screaming over the waters of Tokyo Bay.

Komaba suddenly felt that the white noise, which was originally very suitable for fishing, sounded a bit harsh.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. He is in Austria now, and you have been in Tokyo these days. How can you be involved?"

Takishima smiled helplessly. He didn't understand why Komaba was so obsessed with the equation [O-Sensei = Clown].

"You don't think that the Great Sensei is really a clown, do you?"

"He's not a clown, so am I a clown?"

"I think you're right."

The exoskeleton arm creaked and Komaba gave him a middle finger.

"You said you were the person involved. What's the situation?"

"I just went there to make some extra money. After all, Miss Reina and I use our pocket money to support the Great Sensei."

Komaba was surprised.
"It was you, not the Nijo family, who invested 5 million in that crappy bookstore?"

Takishima spread his hands and smiled.

"Aren't we the Nijo family?"

"Okay, okay, then, Nijo Tetsuya, what's going on? Is the Great Sensei really not a [clown]?"

"I've told you a long time ago. According to the inside information from Miss Reina's father and his people, the Great Sensei is most likely the illegitimate son that Konoe Takuma has been secretly nurturing."

Komaba rolled his eyes.
"You might as well just say he is a legitimate member of the Japanese royal family."

“That’s another 20% possibility.”

Komaba had no doubts about this possibility.

He felt that Konoe Chiyo's attitude towards the Great Sensei was totally inconsistent with her real identity as [the evil sister whose inheritance rights were about to be taken away by her cheap brother].

In her eyes, the teacher is very attractive. Of course, this guy is very attractive in the eyes of most girls now.

If someone came back from the future and told him that the next emperor would be Asama Shizumizu and that Japan would return to the imperial system, he would not be surprised.

Komaba poured all the fish in the white ice bucket at his feet into the sea.

"It's too windy here, let's talk somewhere else?"

Like a magician, Takishima took out a short stick, fiddled with it, and said with a smile,

"Isn't it good that the wind is strong? And there are no monitoring devices here."

"But I just want to drink a cup of Coke to calm my nerves."

"That's fine. Anyway, I haven't been to your house yet, Komaba-kun."

Komaba felt a chill and took out his car keys and shook them.

"Whether it's disgusting or not, just say it in my car."

"Your small exoskeleton device has such a small motor. Is it really useful?"

"How about we arm wrestle?"

"I won't pay for it if you break the machine."

Takishima crossed his arms across his chest and bulged his muscles, and Komaba seemed to see Dohko regain his youth.

"Forget it. This thing is still a step behind the one I wore at Lake Towada."

"How long can this exoskeleton last?"

"The battery life is no problem. At maximum power, it can last for 24-28 hours. This battery is a top-notch product I bought on the black market. It has an energy density of 800Wh/kg."

The two exchanged some information about future individual combat equipment until they reached Komaba's car.

"Acura NSX? Why are your keys to a Ferrari 328?"

"Hey~ It's a tribute to the opponent~ It's just an antique shell, and everything inside has been replaced. Look."

The sports car suddenly opened the driver's door and heard the voice of Hanzawa Yinglihua.

"I have detected that the master is approaching. Please come in~ I can't wait~"

Takishima's ever-changing squinting smile turned into a wry smile.

"You guy, aren't you afraid that Hanzawa will die or beat you to death?"

"Hey~ You underestimated my skills. As long as she appears within 1km of this car, the car will look completely different."

"Can you change the mode? I can't sit in this way."

"Nonsense, you want to sit in but I won't let you, let me adjust it."

The voice of the AI ​​turned into Asama's voice, and Takishima got into the car and glanced at Komaba with malicious eyes.

"What are you thinking about? Let's get down to business. Why did the Joker drop gold coins here?"

"It wasn't me. The Joker came to Japan to look for someone, but he ended up offending so many enemies in Japan that he ended up getting himself killed."

"Who is the [Joker] looking for?"

"Maybe it's the Great Sensei? Wasn't it because of the Great Sensei that the entire dark web was frantically searching for the Joker's whereabouts some time ago? Many people thought that the Joker had made another big profit without anyone noticing. And the bounty that was withdrawn in the past two months has also made the Joker's reputation even more famous."

Takishima stated his own conclusion.

"So when [The Joker] found out that most of the people investigating him were Japanese, and he hadn't committed any crimes in Japan, he decided to come to Japan to cause trouble for the guy pretending to be him?"

Komaba expanded on Takishima's speculation and then immediately waved his hand.

“No, no, no, there is a paradox here that I have never understood.

If the Great Sensei is a member of the Konoe family, then his information should be transparent, and there is no need for the Konoe family to go to so much trouble to investigate the Joker, right?

If the Great Sensei is a member of the royal family who is related to the Konoe family but was previously unknown to the Konoe family, even if he has the same sleight of hand and super speed ability as the Joker, and even dares to show it on the cruise and in the school sports meeting, the priority of investigating the Great Sensei himself is higher than searching the dark web for information about the Joker, right?
Unless they confirmed the fact that the Great Sensei was the Joker from the beginning, and during the investigation, they discovered that the Joker was one of their own, so they cancelled the information reward and the head reward, and summoned you killers to use a fake death of the Joker to help the Great Sensei cut off the past.

That's right, it makes sense to say that the Great Teacher is the clown himself."

Komaba still firmly believes that Asama is a clown.

"But what I saw was indeed the Joker himself. His age was more reasonable, and his moves were consistent with the existing information, not as changeable as the Great Teacher.

More importantly, the client wants us to interrogate the information of the Organization, but there is no way that the Organization would be willing to accept a neurotic lone ranger like the Joker. The Joker himself did not reveal any information related to the Organization. If the Great Teacher is really the Joker, they would not have to ask such questions of a scapegoat. "

Takishima and Komaba looked at each other.
"The Great Teacher is related to the Organization." (End of this chapter)