Tokyo Wingman King

See the doctor, get checked out, get a prescription, get medicine.

Jiandao enjoyed the VIP channel and thought he would be able to return to the hotel in 2 hours at most.

Unexpectedly, Asana dragged me to do a free full physical examination provided by the hospital, using the excuse that "since we're already here".

It was Asama who pushed the wheelchair and took her from one department to another throughout the whole process, so even though she was very sleepy, Jiandao did not raise any objections.

After completing the whole process, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

There were no serious illnesses, but a lot of minor illnesses were found - anemia, arrhythmia, chronic gastritis, chronic rhinitis. Some results will not be available until tomorrow.

Asana carried two bags of medicine and got back into the same car with her.

"Sorry to bother you, Jingshui."

"It's not a bother at all. I should be sorry for asking you to do so many tests when you're sick."

"But because of me, we wasted so much time and no one went out to play."

"The only person you need to apologize to right now is your body. Go get some sleep in the car."

After hearing that, Jiandao curled up and lay on her side. The back seat of the car was very spacious, but her head was still against Asama's thigh.

She wondered in her heart, did Busei also have the urge to rest his head on Asama's legs at that time?
If only consciousness wasn't so clear.

Asana looked out the car window and saw a blue and white hot air balloon rising from the distant plain with the word [Welt] written on it.

This word means scar or swelling in English, but in German it means the world or all mankind.

The whole world?

Germany's industrial products are circulated around the world, but its culture remains confined to its homeland of the Holy Roman Empire.

Asama had never been to Berlin in his previous life. He had only been to Frankfurt and Hamburg in Germany because he had no business in Berlin.

It is obvious that Germany's overall economy is much better than that of Britain and France, but Berlin's GDP is much lower than that of London and Paris. In terms of global influence, Germany is not as good as Britain and France.

Asama felt that this might prove the advantages of capital concentration.

However, an international metropolis may be a melting pot for refining wealth and culture, but it is not necessarily a utopia for the people.

There are too many people in Tokyo who are struggling in life.

Of course, the fact that Berlin did not become a megacity is also related to the fact that Germany was unified too late, the people of each state had a stronger sense of belonging to their local capital, Germany's defeat in the war, and other historical factors.

Even if Berlin does not have a future landmark like the Shard in London, Germany is still far ahead of the UK in Asama's country favorability rankings.

Because the number, quality and resonance of the works he read, such as Kant, Hegel, Heidegger, Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Max Weber, and Karl Marx, are far greater than those of Hume, Russell, Spencer, and Wittgenstein.

Asama, who has not conducted a comprehensive and in-depth study of Anglo-American analytical philosophy, can only talk about the closeness of philosophical schools and dare not assert their superiority or inferiority.

But at this moment, analytical philosophy looked as strange to him as the resurrection of Pythagoras, who mixed linguistics, mathematics, quantum mechanics, literary criticism and other things together and finally used them to analyze the swear words in a certain dialect.

Even in analytical philosophy classes at the top universities in Britain and the United States, students must first bow their heads and carefully study Leibniz's "Discourse on Metaphysics", Kant's "Critique of Pure Reason", Hegel's "Logic" and "Outlines of the Complete Works of Philosophical Sciences", and then apply what they have learned to systematic, structured, micro-logical analysis within a certain language framework.

Unfortunately, in the current philosophical circle, continental philosophy, which has such a huge system, has lost to analytical philosophy in development. Just like the world's education system and financial system, the right to speak is in the hands of Britain and the United States.

But Asama always believed that people should not convert to any philosophy, doctrine or methodology.

What drives world development is not a single country, a single religion, the top 10 on the Forbes Power and Wealth Rankings, or the so-called high-IQ people in the Mensa Club.

No matter what you study, whether it is Chinese philosophy, Western philosophy, Marxist philosophy, or analytical philosophy, as long as you study it, it will have a positive impact on you.

The only thing that limits you is your lack of curiosity.

Jiandao moved slightly and rubbed his head lightly against Asama's leg.

The crossbody bag slipped off and two notebooks fell out.

Asana picked up the notebook and crossbody bag, and couldn't help but look at Jiandao's sleeping face.

The expression on her face relaxed, and the heat transferred to Asama's legs was not as high as it was in the morning. It seemed that the medicine she took the second time had taken effect, and the discomfort symptoms had subsided.

Because she needed to remove her makeup for the physical examination, the dark circles under her eyes were somewhat obvious.

Asama also noticed that the skin from Majima's temple to his cheeks was slightly lighter in color, where the scars had once been.

While marveling at the greatness of modern medicine, he also remembered what Dr. Kimura had said: Jiandao's face and arms would still require at least half a year of laser treatment.

Thinking of her sub-health chronic diseases such as anemia, hypoglycemia, arrhythmia, chronic gastritis, and chronic rhinitis, Asana couldn't help but touch her forehead.

Warm and a little sweaty.

A hard-working and sympathetic girl.

Asana opened the notebook with "Study Notes" on the cover and prepared to make some comments.

In her notebook, the city's history and culture, food and scenery, artists and celebrities, and common knowledge of classical music are all recorded in a clear and orderly manner.

Perhaps these are all information searched on the Internet. Qianjian corrected the following fallacies and supplemented the content about artists and celebrities.

Sometimes he felt that Jiandao was very similar to his previous life.

Sometimes he felt that Jiandao's soul was much stronger than he was in his previous life.

What were you doing when you were fifteen in your previous life?

Not to mention the gap in academic ability and knowledge.

How does he feel when his parents finally raise enough money for him to go to summer camp, but he can't afford the various extra expenses and can only watch his classmates have fun?
What kind of mentality is it to save up living expenses for half a year just to buy a pair of expensive sneakers to match your roommates?
How would you react when you see a handsome young man from another school driving a sports car to pick up the class beauty that he has a crush on?
Everything is terrible.

Mai Majima has become a girl who will not feel inferior because of scarcity.

Walking on the streets of a strange city, standing in front of museum exhibits, sitting in a concert hall, she never allowed herself to be speechless.

During her trip to Europe, she quietly completed her transformation by abiding by principles, being considerate of others, being wary of squandering, and being indifferent to wealth.

A sense of accomplishment spread in his heart.

Her self-esteem was like the Great Wall, and he had helped build a few bricks of it.

And Asama himself proved himself and surpassed his previous life full of regrets.

This sense of accomplishment cannot be experienced by anyone other than Mai Majima.

He also knew that this sense of accomplishment stemmed from narcissism and the desire for totalitarian control and transformation.

But this desire is not so low, just like he will move the wood blocking the road, pick up the discarded cans on the beach, straighten the small tree blown by the wind and step on the soil beneath it, and jump up to return the lost balloon of a child to its owner.

If he didn't do it, maybe someone else would do it, and maybe there would be two completely different results. He just helped time and made some things that should have changed change in advance.

There is also a possibility hidden in this, a possibility that is as high as a speck of dust to a star.

He will continue to choose to intervene, to [untie the stitches], to help some people free themselves from the tough and unreasonable stitches.

He lacks identification with the stitching that can be seen everywhere in reality: [ignorance] and [manipulation], [desire] and [incitement], [boredom] and [consumption], or [idols] and [fanaticism], [reality] and [poverty], [happiness] and [religion], [corruption] and [power].

Saint-John Perse, a Nobel Prize winner in literature who once served as a diplomat in China, once wrote the following passage in his poem “Expedition”:

[A stranger, put on the clothes of new ideas, even if he doesn't say a word, his fans will still line up in rows. ]

His second life in Japan might be an expedition. He has some fabrics woven with thoughts, but he is not clever enough and has difficulty in making them into clothes.

He turned his head again, looked at the sleeping girl, and opened her second notebook which had no title on the cover.

Maybe it’s literary creation?

[A French poet named Eluard once said, "A rainstorm fills up a valley, a fish fills up a river, and I have no other wish except to love you." Jingshui, Paris is beautiful tonight. I want to tell you that it is also my wish to fill up an island with a pool of water.]
[The Dutch poet Ahrendts is known as the loneliest person in the world. His poems are very sad. [I write poems, like a thin tree. Who can speak words so thinly, like me?] Yes, still water, I love you, like a thin tree. Who can say I love you so thinly, like me? My love is like dust falling into the water, without causing any ripples.]
[Shizue, today you and Fuzugawa talked about Rilke, which made me very envious. I can't find the poetry collection of this Austrian poet on the Internet, so I can only find excerpts from his poems on Instagram, [You should lift everything up, put everything down, and become the wind for everything]. Shizue, you have become the wind, and you have made my life as big as a wind. Do I need to be a kite? Or a dandelion? But I don't want to be tied to one position, or say goodbye to you and fall into the ground. How can I chase you? ]
[We drank some more wine today, Jingshui. I know you don't like us drinking. But I like to see you indulge us. We are going to Berlin tomorrow. I have read Schiller's poems before, but I can't remember them now. There are many works of Hermann Hesse in the Love Consultation Department. Jingshui, you should like Hesse very much, right? [I have walked many roads, and finally walked towards you], this poem, I don't need to change a word. Because, it is what I want to say to you.]
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After closing the second notebook, Asana realized that he had committed a crime.

I accidentally peeked at Jiandao's diary again
Because he was curious about the content, he read Jiandao's diary of the past few days in one breath.

Silently and gently put the two notebooks back to their original places.

He felt an inexplicable heaviness, as if the Soviet troops occupying Berlin were driving T-34 and IS-4 tanks towards his chest one after another.

He is redesigning the cruel punishment of [being able to be only friends with the person you like].

He directly rejected the confession, deliberately avoided ambiguity, and then remained friends with them as they had not changed their minds.

Although principles and morals told him that he was not wrong and he had no right to stop their love, he was just passive.

But, in some ways, he is a scumbag who is even worse than a playboy.

If he didn't open the notebook, he could stick to his principle of not falling in love with peace of mind and tact.

He felt pain for every sentence Jiandao said.

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I,
Never
Heard a real word

No pain.

write
pain
你只
need

Very few words.

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Her diary may contain the same degree of pain as Ahrendts's poetry.

So, what is the extent of the pain that Futami and Fuzugawa are feeling?

He didn't know.

He didn't dare escape.

How to enlighten?
he does not know.

Many suggestions for life paths were rejected.

He became a useless friend who had power but didn't know where to use it.

What role does cooking, which has always been used as compensation, play in it?
He didn't know either.

Maintaining or continuously repairing and enhancing friendships definitely requires compensation (paying).

Spending time together, learning together, trying new things together, cooking. These are useful, but also useless.
I can't give you the love you want, nor can I share it with you.

What is the real compensation that can be offered?
Can the ambition that they have not yet established really replace love?

The experience of being troubled by problems and not being able to find answers can easily lead people into a vicious cycle of anxiety, confusion, frustration, and self-doubt.

In just this moment, Asana's personality conflict value rose to 70%.

As soon as Jiandao returned to the hotel, he went into his room to rest.

Pochi and Futami acted as caregivers.

Fuzukawa patted Asama's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up when Asama turned around.

"Robert-kun is really very useful."

"Don't make me sound like a balm."

"It feels like Robert is the one who went to the hospital to see a patient with a cold and fever today? And he hasn't recovered yet. What happened?"

A gust of fragrant wind came.

Fuzugawa laid on Asama's shoulder again, biting his ear and said,

"You look so troubled because Mai confessed to you and you rejected her mercilessly. But are you also worried that your rejection will affect Mai's recovery?"

"Guess wrong, there's no second chance."

"So where does this deep sense of self-reflection come from? Okay, I know. In his previous life, Robert was a German Nazi, so now he feels guilty~"

How did you know I was a Nazi? Did I feel guilty in the Anne Frank House?

Well, Fuzugawa didn't go to Anne's House with him.

"A monk accidentally releases an evil monster. The monster grows stronger every day around him. Should the monk try to seal the monster, or spend more time training himself and truly subdue the monster so that it can convert to Buddhism like himself?"

"It's okay to let the monster fall in love with the monk~ Love is the panacea that can solve all problems~~~"

Fuzugawa winked meaningfully at Asama.

"Burning incense and praying to Buddha can't save anyone. The monks who have no desires and the dangerous and terrifying monsters will one day want to stay with someone from the bottom of their hearts. When they have a specific person who loves each other, they can complete redemption~"

Busei looked at Asama with extremely determined eyes.

It seemed as if she was the monster that fell in love with the monk. (End of this chapter)