Tokyo Wingman King

Perhaps the following conversation would involve some secrets, so Hinata took Asana to an empty classroom on the second floor where old desks and chairs were piled up.

Asana reopened the classroom door that Hinata had locked, and chased away Sakai and Serizawa who had quietly followed to the door and eavesdropped. He glanced at Hinata's dull and delicate face, then turned his gaze to the window and said,
"Hinata-kun, if you're asking about a home visit, I'm sorry, but with my current schedule, I can't spare the time this weekend."

"Don't apologize, Mr. Kondo. Besides, I was looking for you for something else."

"What did you say?"

“I want to know what you think of KKIS.”

How come this girl, who might be related to the Kujo family, has the same tone as Matsueda Masamune?
Qianjian thought for a moment and replied,
“A school that makes a lot of money?”

Xiao Hinata paused for a moment as if waiting, and then asked back,

“Why didn’t the teacher use a certain tone?”

"Because I haven't figured out how much money this is."

Asana glanced at Hinata-chan out of the corner of his eye and replied.

He believed that if Hinata was stuffed into a shelf full of advanced bionic robots, few people would be able to find her.

Her eyes were as clean as glass beads fished out of water full of floating ice, full of a transparent, inorganic feeling.

However, if you really look at Hinata as a puppet, you will experience an even stronger uncanny valley effect than when you observe Zuckerberg.

Kohinata was also looking at Asana's profile carefully.

She thought that Mr. Kondo must have just been hinting at the dirty money involved in the underground operations of the KKIS.

Is it the secret code?

Little Hinata asked again,

"A school that is not famous for educational knowledge but for attracting people with money, don't teachers find it strange?"

"Isn't that the case for aristocratic private schools? In addition, if money can break the monopoly of power, then it is not a bad thing for the equal rights movement. Of course, seeking the symbiosis of freedom and order in spontaneous order is actually a utopian model with extremely high moral and intellectual standards. Therefore, judging from the current situation, wealth equality is more like a false proposition than technological equality."

Little Hinata nodded as if he understood, and then said,

“So, what do you think of the students at KKIS?”

"Evaluating a group is far more complicated than evaluating an individual. Hinata-chan, I can tell you clearly that I like all the students in Class 9 of Year who are still willing to attend class."

Hinata paused, as if a spinning loading icon appeared above his head.

Asama didn't know that she was carefully savoring the meaning of the word "like".

Xiao Hinata continued to ask,
"Can it be assumed that Mr. Kondo hates students other than those in Class 9 of the first year?"

"I hate brats, but I don't hate students because I'm a teacher. By the way, is Hinata-kun fishing?"

Hinata tilted her head.

"fishing?"

She realized what Asana said and shook her head slightly.
"I thought Kondo-sensei already knew where I stood."

Although there was no change in expression or tone, Asana could read a hint of disappointment in Hinata.

"I'm sorry, but the students at KKIS are different from the other students I've met before. I can't quite figure out your position for now."

Kohinata noticed that Asama seemed relaxed, but in fact he was on guard. Just trying to play it safe would not get the whole story to the end, so she did not hesitate and chose to speak out right away.

"Teacher Kondo, even though you are unsure of the students' stance, you still say you will fight for them. Your leg injury is the best proof of that. You did not abandon those people who have long been rotten because of the environment and the mission. This awareness is your stance. And your stance will also be my stance."

"You're wrong, Hinata-chan. I have no interest in saving bad people, and I have to make it clear here: I will only do things within the scope of my duties as a teacher and in accordance with the teacher's wishes. The reason I said [fighting for students] is because for me, work is a war against self-slavery and unequal trade. If you have higher expectations for these words, just pretend I never said it."

When Xiao Hinata heard the words [confrontation, slavery, trade], he realized that he had matched the code and nodded.

"Mr. Kondo, please let me be your comrade."

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Is this the second Fangmen Fujiayin who takes a different approach?

This little Hinata Sakura, her student file is even simpler and more abstract than [Kondo Shinichiro's file]. Asama can't just treat her as a passerby character.

As for rash invitations to form a team, of course they are rejected.

"Hinata-kun, there are far more people in this world who say one thing and do another than you think. Don't be fooled by slogans like [Tata Kai]. If you really want to be someone's comrade, I suggest you first find out who he is fighting for. Don't fight with monsters together until the last moment, only to find out that your teammate is the king of monsters who wants to destroy the world."

"So, Kondo-sensei doesn't fight for his students?"

"As explained before, at least it's not what you think. It's easy to criticize KKIS. I can introduce you to Principal Matsueda. I've seen the recruitment advertisement he placed."

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"Don't like Vice Principal Matsueda? Well, how about Principal Sakon, the Kujo family's spokesperson at KKIS? I have her contact information, you can try to write her a letter of opinion."

After saying this, Asana turned around and looked at Hinata, whose eyes were always on his face.

It felt like her delicate doll face had inexplicably relaxed a little.

She met Asana's inappropriate scrutiny and nodded.

"I am now certain that Mr. Kondo is not the same as them. I am willing to believe Mr. Kondo."

"Hinata-kun, didn't I just say that people in this world say one thing and do another?"

"Mr. Kondo, I understand. I won't interfere with your plan. However, I am not a high-ranking member of the fraternity. I am sorry that I am not capable of approaching the two principals."

Without waiting for Asama's response, Hinata bowed and left the empty classroom as the bell for the first class rang.

Asana rubbed his eyebrows.

First, there are cameras in this classroom; second, if Kohinata is the anti-corruption commissioner of the Kujo family, the risk to Kohinata in this conversation is greater than that to Asama, who is already being watched/surveilled by many people; third, the conversation just now cannot explain anything, and he will not take Kohinata's promise seriously.

The performance is hard to see through at a glance, this is the advantage of the three-no character.
Asama was still not sure whether this little Hinata Sakura was good or bad.

".
It is not an irony that Christianity uses the cross, the instrument of torture on which Jesus was crucified, as a symbol of faith. On the contrary, the cross constantly reminds Christians around the world of Jesus' spirit of sacrifice. Great sacrifice has always been the most precious virtue of mankind. This is also a key reason why the cross symbol can become popular all over the world and give people a sense of security.

Secondly, because of Jesus, the cross is endowed with the connotations of salvation, resurrection, guidance, and eternity. If there is irony in the cross, it is also a satire on the institutionalized tyranny that uses "crosses" as instruments of torture.

We can see that the power of a symbol lies not in its original meaning, but in the determination and ability of its users to reconstruct its meaning - even if it is an instrument of torture that nailed the pioneers to death, the people have the power to transform the symbol of terror into a prop for a narrative of victory.

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During the third class in the morning, the classroom of Class 8, Grade was more lively than usual.

[Shinichiro Kondo] was already considered a star teacher at KKIS.

Especially for the class under the [KID] brotherhood, the weight of his name is 5000 times heavier than that of people like Fukuzawa Yukichi and Shibusawa Eiichi.

Class 8 of Grade 10 is a class without mid-level cadres. There are two reasons why they did not do anything excessive to the new ethics teacher. One is that they did not want to offend Sawano from Class of Grade , and the other is that Kondo Shinichiro really seems to have a background in the Kujo family.

But this does not mean that this group of people will listen to the class seriously.

"Mr. Kondo, how much money did you give Sawano privately?"

"Mr. Kondo, how much do you have in the bank?"

"Mr. Kondo, are you considered American or Japanese now?"

"Mr. Kondo, are you sure you didn't miss two zeros on your elective course poster this morning?"

"Kondo-san, you are not a cripple yourself, are you? I mean you don't have a third leg."

"Kondo-san, are you really a virgin? How about we take you out to try some sex?"

Although Asana skipped today's course content, based on a boy's question, he talked to them about religious semiotics, such as the pollution of the meaning of the swastika and ouroboros symbols, and the victory narrative of the cross symbol.

Whether KKIS will become a swastika or a cross in the future depends on them to define.

Unfortunately, the group of people under the podium seemed to have no interest in these contents at all.

The class was constantly interrupted. Asama knew that this was a ploy by the two generals from Class 8 of Grade , the grassroots cadres of the brotherhood, Onimeno Taketomo and Jigenji Izumitomo - they probably also wanted to make a bet or a deal with him.

"Mr. Kondo, do you know how long the sacred foreskin of the coconut crisp is?"

"Ji Du's mother is a chicken, right? Then who is Ji Du's father? Could it be Ji Du himself?"

Asana patiently answered one stupid question after another, but his detailed answers were far from the answers that this group of people wanted.

"Kondo-san, aren't you the homeroom teacher of Class 9 of the first year? How about merging Class 9 with our Class 8? We will nominate you as the homeroom teacher."

Then lewd laughter broke out in Class 8 of Year .

"I don't quite understand what you mean." "We need more girls in our class!"

"Teacher Kondo is too protective. Isn't it a bit too arrogant to want to fight three people alone before you even graduate?"

"That Sakai has a really nice body, and is definitely a good match."

The two generals sitting by the window in the classroom stopped dozing off. Jiyan Temple, who had a slicked-back hair and wore sunglasses, yawned and said,

"Kondo, I've just woken up from a nap, why isn't your class over yet? It's so boring."

"Yeah, it's so boring!"

"Tell me something funny, Kondo."

The people in Class 8 started to make a fuss.

The chalk used for writing on the blackboard broke inexplicably, and there were still 15 minutes left before the end of the class. Asana sighed.

Class 8 of Year is under the jurisdiction of Masanori Kadokura, one of the four pillars of the senior cadres of [KID].

And this Kadokura Masanori was a former Sakugumi backbone. He probably knew something about the death of Mieaki's brother.

Unlike yesterday when we sent Monkura's brother to the hospital in an invisible state, what consequences will it have if we teach them a lesson today in front of everyone?
Will the conflict with [KID] intensify and he be completely targeted?
It’s almost the same now.

He had to accept a reality - the foundation for his actions behind the scenes had actually collapsed after his first meeting with Principal Sakon.

It is not only the students who need correction at KKIS.

But was it really necessary for him to intervene? That would be like willingly becoming a knife for Kujo Mishinari or Konoe Takumi to sharpen.

Asana buried his head in flipping through a page of the lesson plan. After dodging half a piece of chalk, he looked at Jigenji who was still throwing and catching half a piece of chalk in his hand.

"Kondo-san, I asked you to talk about something else. Why are you daydreaming?"

This guy seemed to think he looked cool in the way he threw and caught the chalk.

With Asama's current ability, if he threw the chalk, he would most likely be able to make a bloody hole in the foreheads of these bastards.

Throwing ice chips is also a good option. It will melt after hitting their bodies, leaving only a wound caused by a sharp object.

Wait, wait, now is not the time to think about these things.

Asama cleared his throat and said,

"Jiyanji-san, you can let me change the subject. But the premise is that you have to make a bet with me."

As soon as Asama said the word "gamble", Class 8 suddenly became excited, and even the four pigs who could be seen at a glance as everyone's appetizers became excited.

"Bet 5000 million?"

Onimeno, whose body was so bloated that his shirt was squeezed into waves, showed a greedy smile. His focus from the beginning was not on what Asana was talking about.

Asama didn't say anything, but just said calmly,
"Well, a gambler who avoids gambling is unqualified. You can bet 5000 million, that's fine, but just like Class 10 of Year , I'll set the rules of the bet."

"What rules?"

"Well, I'll write out the rules first, and you two can sign and confirm before we start the game."

"no problem."

"Remember to accept defeat, Kondo."

The two generals, Sawano Iwaki from Class 10 of the first year, made the same bet with Kondo, the nerd who was throwing money around. They smiled at each other and waited for Asana to finish writing the rules of the game.

The rules of the bet are too long, spread out densely on two pages.

The two generals Heng and Ha came on stage and sandwiched Asana in the middle. They just took a quick look at it but had no intention of signing it.

"Your game rules are too long."

"Don't play tricks on the rules, Kondo, just tell us straight out."

"Okay, I'll just briefly explain - the 5000 million will be divided directly between the two of you. You must each write down a clear plan for the amount of money to be distributed on paper. No communication is allowed. You must write it to me within 10 minutes.

In the plan, you can divide the money among everyone in the class, or just among two people, but it cannot be divided equally or in equal amounts.

The final allocation amount will be executed according to the plan with the largest difference between the lowest and highest allocation amounts and the largest average value.

Finally, let's look at the implementation plan and see how many of the 8 people in Class 11 did not get any money. For every additional person, the one who got the most money will have to give me 500 million per person.

The one whose proposal was not selected must give 100 million to each person in his proposal and serve as a "human pig" for the whole class for a week.

Is that clear?"

It seemed that the IQ of these two generals was lower than the average IQ of East Asians. Asana had to explain the rules three times before they understood the prisoner's dilemma game and Asana's position as the dealer.

"Don't be afraid if your plan is not selected. I don't mind you compensating the other party privately. Hmm? Or is the other party not worthy of your trust and compensation?"

The nerd who was teased for throwing money around for most of the class brought an unprecedented eerie silence to Class 8 of Grade .

If you want to earn that 5000 million, you have to accept these outrageous rules of the game.

But if you accept the rules of the game, not only will you not get the full 5000 million, you will also be suspected and humiliated.

They were sure that there would be no other teacher in KKIS who would dare to make fun of Onimune and Jigenji.

Some people lamented that Kondo was worthy of being a teacher backed by the Kujo family, as he was not afraid at all when talking to the fraternity’s cadres.

Some people have already started to imagine what it would be like to be a human pig like Onimono and Jiganji. This is much more interesting than taking 100 million or 200 million.

The two generals Heng and Ha, who were being teased, stared at Asama with eyes that looked like he was dead.

"You really made me laugh. Do you think Zeye made a deal with you and we are afraid of you?"

Jiganji clenched his fists until they cracked, gave Onimune a look, and continued to mobilize all members of Class 8, saying,

"There's no need to attend other classes today. Let's treat Mr. Kondo well. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

In Jiganji's eyes, Kondo Shinichiro is just a bully. If we really talk about the relationship with the Kujo family, who can compare with the Yamagata family of the general?

Onimeno, who looked like an upright wild boar, immediately picked up the stainless steel ruler on the podium and smashed it hard at Asama.

Before others could react, there was a loud snap and Jigenji screamed, and his sunglasses fragments and blood splattered onto the faces of the students in the first row.

Then the classroom floor shook again. Gui Muye, who weighed at least 250 pounds, lost his balance and howled while holding his left leg that was twisted at a weird angle.

Asama pretended to be surprised and said,
"Why did you two start fighting? Can't you talk it out peacefully among classmates?"

"I want you to die!!!"

Jigenji closed his eyes, listened to the sound and punched Asama, but he staggered and his fist hit Onimeno's left leg.

“Ah!!! You %@&#&!”

The two men fought each other as if by reflex.

The fight between the bosses made the younger brothers a little confused. Asana patted the two stunned boys in the front row and said,
"Quick! Pull them apart and send Onimono and Jigenji to the infirmary for treatment. Oh, and send them separately so they don't start fighting again."

They also felt that what Asama said was right. Four boys carried Onimyo and one boy carried Jigenji out of the classroom.

The remaining four human-pigs had not yet come to their senses when they heard Asama calmly say,
"1, 2, 3, 4. Very good. Stop being in a daze and prove to me that these two people fought each other over a disagreement under the guise of working together to deal with me. What conflicts do Jiganji and Onimino usually have? Have they had any friction recently? Also, please take a look at the rules of the game I just wrote for them. Is there anything in it that irritates them?"

The pigs looked at the content on the paper, which was completely different from what [Teacher Kondo] had just read. They were all speechless for a moment and could only nod their heads and let him do whatever he wanted.

After taking the statement, Asana collected some evidence and evidence, pretended to visit the two injured people separately, and then went to the Academic Affairs Office to report the situation.

Unexpectedly, the Academic Affairs Office didn't even think of checking the video, and without saying anything, they directly sent him to take these things to communicate with the Student Union.

I have to say that, apart from those who make money behind the scenes, the faculty and staff of KKIS are really useless.

Before Asama even reached the Student Union, he saw a post on the KKIS campus forum:

《The 5000 million bet reappears! Details of the bet between Class 8 of Grade and Shinichiro Kondo revealed! 》

Unexpectedly, the first person to reply was Sawano Iwaki.

"Learn from me? Are those two bastards qualified?"

Immediately afterwards, there was another reply under his post.

"Do you think I'm worthy?"

The person who replied was named Monkura Masanori.

Asama shook his head. Before he was ready to do anything, [KID] exposed his vulnerability. (End of this chapter)