Tokyo Wingman King

The troublesome person came to my door again.

I thought I couldn't afford to offend him, but I could still avoid him.

Yue Hanchuan Weihua really couldn't understand why someone as useless and ordinary as herself was always on their mind?

She remembered the encouragement from classmate Fangmen yesterday.

"There are more people in this school who bully the weak than you think. If you don't show your toughness, they will manipulate you like playing with colored clay."

"The dogs that bite don't bark. The louder they bark, the weaker they are inside. Catch the noisiest guy and beat him to death, and then the evil around him will retreat."

“If a person does not know how to struggle, he is born to be conquered by others.”

Although Fangmen-san's tone was bad, Tsukikankawa Mika was still very grateful to her, because most people would not get angry about other people being bullied, nor would they waste so much time arguing with her.

Before he knew it, he had been forced into the corner of the locker room.

Yue Hanchuan Mika remembered what classmate Sane said again.

Fangmen-san was fine fighting against the upperclassmen girls, mostly thanks to her brother being a fraternity officer.

San Chong Qiu also told her that confronting the perpetrators head-on was the most irrational behavior, because it was okay to describe the KKIS group of people as "brainless beast zombies". As long as they were sure they could "bully" you, they would not consider how much it would cost to "complete the bullying". If someone who had not resisted before suddenly resisted, it would instead arouse the violent emotions and repressive impulses of others like crazy. Fierce resistance, even if you try your best, still can't win, and then you plead guilty and beg for mercy in a humiliated manner. This kind of thing has become one of their favorite programs.

To avoid or put an end to this kind of thing,
Either make your bottom line clear at the beginning, defend your dignity, and resist firmly.

Either you have to be prepared to bear all the consequences - drop out, transfer to another school, be handcuffed, or lie in the grave.

"Tsuki Hanchuan, remember, in many cases, the first battle is the decisive battle. Never offer an incomplete resistance when you have no chance of winning. That will only add to the fun for the other side."

Therefore,
Who should she listen to, Bomon-san or Mie-san?

"I'm talking to you! Country bxtch, give it to me--"

Yue Hanchuan lowered his head, opened his mouth slightly, and cooperated with [everyone] to do actions that could create [happiness] and were in accordance with [the rules].

Laughter came out of the mouths, nostrils, and eyes of the three men.

Even if I cooperate, this won't end.
If you retreat three steps, you will always be pushed further.
If you keep silent, you will always get worse.
Tears streamed down my face quickly.
Although I don't have many friends in Hokkaido, I've never encountered such a thing.
She missed the flower fields of Hokkaido, the snow of Hokkaido, the summer of Hokkaido, and the quiet night port of Hokkaido.
So, why come to Tokyo?

In Yue Hanchuan Mika's mind, her childhood flashed back like a revolving lantern. The smiles of her parents, the award certificate of the knowledge contest, the Ferris wheel in the park, the birthday cake with candles, and her crying brother.
After arriving in Tokyo, the encouragement in their eyes turned into disappointment, and the responses were filled with impatience, along with countless suggestions consisting of blame and complaints.

Why come here?

She can't make friends and her clothes are old-fashioned. It's only natural that boys in Tokyo look down on her.
Was she too selfish to satisfy everyone?
Why come to Tokyo?
What what what
We are the prisoner
Waters waters waters
Who is willing to do me a favor
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The song I heard by chance on the Internet rang in my mind
RISE of the Death Samurai band is like the sun, with a voice that is both sad and warm.

There is also Asama SAMA
"Stay strong and have a strong character"

Although I had never heard him say this before, his voice rang in my mind.

The girl's eyes, which had been hazy for a long time, were lit up by these words in her mind.

She wanted to end this life.

Then, she must work hard to end this life with her own hands.

Bear all the consequences
She felt she could bear it.

Yue Hanchuan Weihua opened her mouth.

When she opened her eyes, Yue Hanchuan Weihua found herself lying on a bed in the infirmary.

There is still a taste of blood in my mouth.

Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to see a figure rushing in.

Yue Hanchuan Weihua sat up from the hospital bed.

The school doctor heard the noise, poured a glass of water, turned around and walked up to her and asked,

"how do you feel?"

"Thank you. It's ok. Here it is."

"The third-year infirmary. Fangmen-san brought you here."

White socks, magenta beret. The blurry figure in my mind became clear.

".Thank you, thank you"

She bowed her head and thanked them repeatedly. In addition to the school doctor, she also thanked Bomon Fujion, Mie Aki, RISE, and most importantly, Asama Sama, who were no longer present.

Feeling a little hot in the corners of her eyes, Yue Hanchuan Weihua reached out and held the lily of the valley hairpin on the bedside table in her palm.

The school doctor shifted his gaze to her wrist.

The girl felt the gaze and hid her hands in the sheets.

"I'm sorry. It's ugly."

The school doctor smiled and tapped her white teeth, and there were two crisp tapping sounds, like fingernails tapping on a mobile phone screen.

"It's not ugly, and there's nothing to be sorry about. It's not a shameful mark. You should know by now that nails and teeth are our natural blades. However, the blades can only protect themselves if they are facing outwards."

"Sorry. Is that guy okay?"

"Are you asking about Fangmen-san, or the one whose ear you ripped off?"

".Did the ear really get ripped off?"

"I'm just teasing you. The wound on her arm is more serious. Yue Hanchuan, there's no point in getting scared now."

"."

I don't know what he was thinking about, the school doctor's smile faded a little, and then said,

"Have you considered how to deal with it later?"

The girl nodded silently.

"Let Fangmen help you solve it?"

The girl shook her head silently.

The school doctor looked into Yue Hanchuan Weihua's eyes. She understood what the girl meant. She smiled again, showing her teeth, and tapped on it with her fingernails.

"Then before they become completely scared of you, it looks like you, like Fangmen-san, need to come here more often."

The school doctor in front of me has a different temperament from all the teachers in Class 5. He is also more friendly than the new teacher in Class 9.
Yue Hanchuan Weihua couldn't help but ask,

"Teacher, don't you find it strange that KKIS always condones this kind of thing? Why can't adults stand up to protect those who are bullied?"

The school doctor smiled again, but this smile was completely different from the previous one.

"Don't you understand yet? Because these adults are also being bullied."

The meeting with Mieaki made Yuehanchuan Weihua think of something.

"In that case." The school doctor's cell phone rang, and she waved at Yue Hanchuan Weihua.
"Please understand the difficulties faced by adults. Yue Hanchuan should take a good rest."

The difficulties of adults.
Yue Hanchuan found his cell phone and sent a thank-you text message to Fangmen and Sanchong respectively.

They are not wrong in what they say.

Hmm. It would be nice if I had the contact information of RISE and Asama SAMA.

Can the God of Luck show up again?
Just as she was thinking this, someone sent her a text message.

The rain keeps falling.

In the reflection of the water stains on the ground, the outline of the city gradually becomes blurred.

For those who don’t like rainy days very much, the persistent and widespread gloom of the sky can turn their brains into a gray sky.

Hippocrates, Aristotle, Montesquieu and even Cioran believed that the weather determines the color of a person's thoughts.

From field surveys to data statistics, various modern research materials have also proved that part of a person's personality can be reflected in his or her preference for the weather.

It is said that the soil and water support the people.

So why am I, a typical INFP, indifferent to rainy days?
Generally speaking, INFPs do not hate rainy days, and may even enjoy the weather with the music of Brahms.

They would imagine themselves walking on the street with a transparent umbrella, surrounded by raindrops, melancholy and romance, but in reality they would basically just stay in bed and not go out.

They don't like the feeling of wet clothes sticking to their skin and sucking heat away from their bodies, they don't like the feeling of their feet diving in shoes that become fish tanks, they don't like slipping and falling when walking on tiles, they don't like their makeup that took half an hour to put on to melt away, they don't like being notified at the last minute that their trip is cancelled
Yes, what they like is just the sense of alienation.

Do people who claim to like rain without getting wet by it really like rain?
Well, the story of Ye Gonghaolong has been repeated in every corner of the world.

So are his prejudices.

For Asana, allowing the brain to wander freely occasionally is an important maintenance measure for the brain and even personality.

Mainly, dog walking is kind of boring.

They stuck to Asama as soon as he left the school gate.

Different from those little tails in KKIS, although these two are not very old, they don’t look like students at all, but have a social air.

[KID] The Brotherhood is closely connected with a third-generation group of the Yamagata family, so it is obvious that these two people were sent by Yamagata Ariaki.

Asana, limping slightly, led the two of them around the entrances and exits of the subway station for half an hour.

After confirming that the skill of diverting attention was more useful than the skill of reducing presence, Asana stood at the edge of the platform and watched the two people blindly squeeze into a carriage.

Asana knew that even if he got rid of them now, these little tails would grow again after he arrived at the hospital.

Because they knew his destination - a general hospital at a private university - this was the address given to him by the Academic Affairs Office, and the Student Union must have known it as well.

In fact, it is very easy to get rid of them completely. Just now at the intersection, we could divert the attention of the truck driver transporting furniture, and these two people would be dead.

He doesn't do this because he is kind.

He squeezed onto the next bus and walked out of the car after 4 stops. He was supposed to walk one more stop, but he was a little hungry, so Asana walked out of the subway station holding an umbrella.

He checked his phone and found that none of the nine parents responded to his message. Could it be that they thought he was a scammer?
He randomly picked an alley, walked about a hundred steps, and found a Chinese noodle restaurant to sit down.

The temperature outside had dropped below 20 degrees, but the air conditioning in the noodle shop was sufficient. Asama looked at the menu and ordered a set meal - Shanxi knife-cut noodles, Shaanxi roujiamo, Jiangxi clay pot soup and a glass of ice water.

This is a combination you will never get at a Hua Xia noodle restaurant.

The soup of the sliced ​​noodles is a bit salty, the chili oil is too light and not sticky, the braised pork in the roujiamo is a bit dry, but the pork ribs and radish clay pot soup tastes very good and is more appetizing than the small pot soup of Tokyo chain Soup Stock.

The total is 1500 yen.

As a store near Ginza, the prices are quite affordable and the food is served quickly, so there are many Tokyo office workers in suits sitting in the store, eating sliced ​​noodles with rice for dinner.

Asama's tired makeup blends perfectly with these people.

I read through the information on Yamagata Matsueda and Yamagata Ariaki that Takishima collected.

The future head of the Yamagata family will be born from these two.

Matsueda's justice is most likely a packaging to oppose the existing rules of KKIS (rules that are favorable to Yamagata Ariaki).

Ironically, he was the beneficiary and even the maker of this rule.

The justice of those who respect rules only when they are in their own favor needs to be questioned.

But why does the Yamagata family hold a large stake in KKIS?

Even though the tuition fee is as high as 1000 million, KKIS has less than 500 students, and its annual income plus various public donations is less than billion.

It's a business worth tens of billions. Even if the students have the final say, how much money can they make?

If we put the cost of the school here, just the matter of stealing electricity for mining shows that KKIS's costs are high.

If you can't make money, it's worth thinking more about going to such great lengths and taking such strict precautions.

What kind of transactions are being made among the Academic Affairs Office (Board of Directors), the Student Union, and the Parents' Committee, and how do these transactions feed back into the current KKIS campus ecology?

The teaching team on the edge of power is like piglets that were lured to northern Myanmar with high pay.

Asama called up a series of information that Komaba had collected for him.

Now watching it again, I find that KKIS is full of suspicious points. The two old men, Konoe and Kujo, did not ask him to be a teacher, but clearly treated him as an investigator.

No wonder he was completely targeted the next day after he came in with the name of a person with nine connections.

The main mission of coming to KKIS seems to have changed, but it does not conflict with his purpose of coming here to re-evaluate himself.

Was this also within the expectations of the old guard?
Asana put the matter aside for the time being and opened the recording sent by Futami.

The chat only lasted for a quarter of an hour. After thinking for a moment, I realized that this Kujo Alice was quite frank. In the end, even though Ermi refused, she did not say anything harsh just to save face.

If he were to reply, he would make the same choice as Futami.

On the one hand, the Love Consultation Club has a closer relationship with the two voters, Yoshihiko Arima and Rena Nijo. On the other hand, there is no need for the Love Consultation Club to take sides in this election.

If I leave without permission, the other old guys will probably cause trouble for me.

Yes, there is a lot to do now.

It was dark when we arrived at the hospital gate.

Thanks to the unanimous approval of the hospital by the parents of Class 9, Asana saved a lot of time. Otherwise, running from hospital to hospital would waste several days.

The information desk did not tell Asama the room numbers of the unlucky guys.

Because the nurse saw that he had nothing in his hands, he didn't look like a teacher who came to visit his students, but rather like a patient who came to see his legs.

As he was unable to prove his identity, Asama felt a little regretful and took off his work badge as soon as he got off work.

"Teacher Kondo, why are you here?" (End of this chapter)