Tokyo Wingman King

I don’t know if it was intentional on the part of Ariaki Yamagata, but Rina Sakai just submitted her application yesterday and became a librarian today.

Her carefully trimmed bangs had now fallen down. She sat at the front desk, putting on a stiff fake smile, responding to the two boys in front of her who were approaching her.

The girl bit her lip from time to time and rubbed her thumb with her index finger.

The man who was trying to strike up a conversation had no time to notice the girl's uneasiness. He just looked down at the snow-white valley between her collar, which looked like whipped cream overflowing from a puff of cream.

"Hey, Administrator-san, the museum will close in an hour and a half, right?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Want to play together later? We'll wait for you."

"Oh, I'm not free today."

"It's okay, add me as a friend, you'll be free tomorrow, right?"

"Oh, my phone is out of battery."

The man who was trying to strike up a conversation gave a sarcastic smile, leaned forward with his hands on the service counter and stared at Sakai's face.

"Really? It doesn't matter. Which class are you in? We'll come straight to you after school tomorrow afternoon."

".Well, that's not convenient. I still have things to do in the library."

"What's the inconvenience? Can't you just ask for leave? Are you looking down on us?"

The other two librarians looked at each other silently, each holding a pile of books, and evacuated from the front desk.

Sakai's shoulders trembled slightly unconsciously. She felt that she was being stared at by some people when she was leaving school the day before yesterday.

Why do I meet people who have no intention of reading in the library?

In the library, you can meet KKIS's most gentle, knowledgeable, handsome and wealthy supporter. Who spread this weird rumor?

How to do?
Just by looking at their frivolous attire, you can tell that these two are worse than Inugami.
But perhaps I have no way out.

Just as the word "convenience" was slowly rising in Sakai's throat, a familiar voice sounded in her ears.

"Sakai Lina, are you slacking off at work? Hurry up and return my book. Also, have you found the book I asked you to find?"

But the guy who was trying to strike up a conversation didn't seem to take Asama, who was walking over with his work badge, seriously. He continued to tease Sakai,
"So your name is Sakai Rina. That's a very suitable name for a hot girl, Rina-chan."

The guy licked his lips deliberately.

Sakai's heartbeat, which had just missed a beat, quickly returned to normal - Kondo, that bastard, had leaked his comrade's name to the enemy! ?

She even asked Serizawa to persuade Ryuzoji to sign for him!

With resentment towards Asama, Sakai stood up suddenly, snatched the collection of Gibran's prose poems from Asama's hand, glanced at the girl behind Asama, said "excuse me", and walked towards the philosophy and social science area half-truthfully and angrily.

The man who was trying to strike up a conversation wanted to follow him, but his right shoulder was grabbed by an incredible force.

He leaned back and sat on the ground. He felt that his upper and lower body were almost separated by the pull.

"You are looking for death."

An extremely gloomy and terrifying face appeared in front of him, making it impossible for the man A to finish his harsh words.

"You're Kadota-san from Class 11 of Grade , right? When Sakai-san is helping me with something, you'd better not disturb me. It will affect my efficiency."

The curly-haired guy B, who was attracted by the beautiful girl with long black hair next to Asama and was about to strike up a conversation to solicit business, finally reacted at this moment.

Perhaps wanting to show off in front of the beautiful girl, the male B who was trying to flirt with her jumped up exaggeratedly like a high jump and kicked Asana in the back.

According to his experience, it was impossible for him to make a mistake at this distance, but unfortunately, he only kicked the air.

The curly-haired man didn't have the ability to bring Newton back to life, and he fell flat on the smooth marble, and his pants, which had been made tight, tore into open-crotch pants with a hissing sound.

"Red. No, Shiozaki-san, why did you fall down by yourself? Are all the people in Class 11 of Grade lacking calcium?"

Asana squatted down and looked at the two third-year students and asked.

"You TM!!!"

The man in the crotchless pants had a red face and was as angry as a tomato about to explode in a microwave - since the teacher knew them and dared to speak to them like this, it was obvious that they were looked down upon.

The man A who was trying to strike up a conversation looked carefully at the teacher's gloomy face, which looked as if ink could be squeezed out of it. He suddenly thought of something and urgently unplugged the power supply of his companion's microwave oven.

"Calm down! Shiozaki! He's that [La's]!"

".[La]? The one the chief and his men went to attend the lecture today?"

"What are you mumbling about? What's that? Pulling a shit."

After asking a few more questions, Asama found out that it was the title of [5000 Million Las Vegas].

Which idiot came up with this middle school code name?

Asama continued to ask,

"I remember that the Moji Kyoutoku who came to the Grade 6 Class 11 to attend the class today is also from your Grade Class , right? Was it he who asked you to come here and wait for me?"

The two looked at each other, nodded, and shook their heads.

"If you're not waiting for me, and you don't look like you're here to borrow books, why are you coming to the library?"

The guy A thought for a moment and said to Asama with a fake smile,
"La, why don't you make a bet with us? If you lose..."

"Just give you 5000 million?"

"It's 5000 million per person."

The library pickup farce ended with a bet.

They asked Asana to guess what they were thinking.

Just one sentence, "I guess you must be thinking that you will never reveal the brotherhood's secrets," shut them up.

They did not dare to deny this statement, especially in front of this bad teacher who had a troubled background and seemed to have reached some kind of deal with their chief.

But the bigger reason why they surrendered so quickly was that the cost of losing was too small for them.

[Why come to the library?]
There can be thousands of reasons.

They made up some lies to fool Asana, but they didn't expect that Asana would enthusiastically offer to help, which put them in great trouble.

Ryuzoji Chanba watched the two third-year students leave as if they were watching two garbage bags flying out of the library, and then frowned at Asama and said,
"Can't you tell whether a person is lying or not?"

"You also figured out they were lying?"

"They didn't even bring their school bags. They weren't here to look up revision materials at all."

"It's okay. I'm just asking a symbolic question. It doesn't matter how they answer."

An inexplicable sense of déjà vu emerged in Ryuzoji's heart.

She suppressed her emotions and thought about the possibilities.

She was supposed to be the one to help Sakai get rid of the two third-year students, but Kondo got there first.

She also didn't think that this was Kondo's sense of justice. This Kondo seemed to have figured out what was happening in front of the library service desk from a distance, and the two clowns whose names Kondo knew in advance were too docile and stupid.

Ryuzoji had to wonder again whether these two people were like the three girls just now, extras here to cooperate with Kondo Shinichiro's performance.

After being rescued, there was no surprise or gratitude in Sakai's eyes. The resentment that did not seem fake also indirectly proved that there was something wrong with Kondo.

Pretend to be a good person to confuse her and the girl in the beret next to her?
In any case, it’s not a waste of time to deal with Shinichiro Kondo.

Others say that the Kujo family has more influence than the Konoe family. Maybe Kondo Shinichiro's Kujo family background is true, but he is not on the same side as Kujo Alice. Judging from his success in KKIS, he may be the key person to find evidence of the mission entrusted by Kujo Alice.

What’s strange is why such a strong man would show weakness repeatedly on Monday?
"Teacher Kondo, you really didn't lie?"

Fangmen Fujion asked Xiang Qianjian with a gentle smile.

"Which sentence do you mean?"

"The teacher said he could remember the names of all the students in this school."

"That's about right. There are only 498 names. No, 499."

Asama glanced at Ryuzoji Temple.

"Don't you have any club activities, Mr. Fang?" "I asked for leave from the volleyball club. I'm not a regular player anyway, so it's good to learn more from Mr. Kondo."

Ryuzoji Chanba, who hated the sound of the clamp, consciously distanced herself from Asama and Boumon.

There are more people in the library than Ryuzoji imagined. Perhaps not all KKIS students are uneducated.

She found Sakai Lina in the social science and humanities area, the only hot girl in Class 9 of Grade , who was fingering the books on the bookshelf one by one.

"This book won't be classified here, Sakai-san."

"Eh? No wonder I couldn't find the corresponding number. Thank you, Ryuzoji-san."

After saying this, Rina Sakai stretched her neck to look behind Ryuzoji - Kondo and Boumon had already sat down in the window seats next to the first row of bookshelves in the philosophy and social science area.

The new librarian's face was puffed up like a pufferfish.

Thinking of Kondo's embarrassing performance in Class 10 of Grade , Sakai subconsciously believed that Kondo was just taking advantage of the Ryuzoji family to bully others.

"Did Ryuzoji-san help Kondo drive those two away?"

"He drove him away himself."

Sakai's brain raced for a few seconds.

Can it drive away an ordinary third-grade teacher?
Kondo doesn't seem to be afraid of Ryuzoji, and he is unexpectedly rich. Could it be that he is really some big shot who came to KKIS to spend money?

"Sakai-san, Middle Eastern literature is on the fourth shelf in the traditional literature section on the left."

"Eh? How did Ryuzoji-san know that? This must be your first time in the library, right?"

“There is a guide map on it.”

"Amazing! You remembered it so quickly? It turns out that people from noble families are smart~"

Ryuzoji was speechless for a moment, and once again felt sorry for the not-so-bright Sakai Lina.

"A person's intelligence has nothing to do with those things. Many people who started from humble beginnings can change the world with their brainpower. Go and do your thing, Sakai-san, and don't worry about me."

After Ryuzoji sent Sakai away, she realized that she was being stared at intentionally or unintentionally by people around her, so she stopped planning to look up anything and started looking for information related to [Metaphor].

At this time, she had already finished reading "Living Metaphors" recommended by Asama Shizumizu, and also read Aristotle's "Rhetoric" and Quintilian's "The Training of the Orator" and other works.

The rules that govern this world are actually very emotional. Therefore, metaphors can reflect society better than history, and rhetoric can move people's hearts more than reason.

Asama Shizumizu, who has been doing paid consulting services in Eiwa, is like Protagoras, the ancient Greek sophist mentioned in Kondo Shinichiro's class. Perhaps his ability to incite has increased so much because he has mastered most of the rhetorical techniques mentioned in the book that can enhance persuasion.

Ryuzoji Chanyu found a book called "Metaphors We Live By" on the bookshelf, and unconsciously sat down in a seat where she could see Kondo when she looked up.

Boumon Fujion did not mention a word about the mecha. Instead, she used what had just happened to flatter Asana.

When they were talking about the anecdotes in Asana's ethics class over the past two days, Boumon finally revealed the reason why she was also guarding him in the library today.

"So, you want to get a spot in next week's ethics class?"

"Well, the student union said that I can't change classes. But I really want to experience your class in person, Mr. Kondo."

The girl in the beret clasped her hands together and winked at Asama.

Asama had an ambiguous expression between indifference and dullness. He looked at Ryuzoji who was standing opposite him, then moved his gaze to the mecha setting collection in Fujion's hand and said,
“It will be open source after a while.”

“Open source?”

"There will be an open online course in a while. The content is richer than that of ordinary classes. The student union has approved it."

Fangmen Fujion confirmed Kondo Shinichiro's impressive background again and said with a smile,

"But I would rather listen to Mr. Kondo's lectures from the podium. This way, I can be closer to Mr. Kondo."

"You like gambling too?"

The beret girl looked sideways at Asama and nodded.

"I said, I just want to learn more from the teacher, including gambling."

"Then you can start by reading Gambling Apocalypse, Super Smart Game, Liar Game, Death Note, and Kakegurui. If you really want to learn, you won't limit yourself to one teacher."

".Can't I make a bet with the teacher? Just like those two people just now, they also took the initiative to bring it up, and the teacher agreed, right? If I win, then I can stay by the teacher's side forever."

Listening to the ambiguous words, Qianjian rubbed his eyebrows.
"How do you want to bet?"

"You agreed?"

"The premise is that this bet does not involve any third party."

"Of course!"

Fangmen Fujiayin smiled and gently lifted the hem of her skirt.

"Guess what color is underneath my skirt? Don't mention the color of the back of the skirt or my skin color. Guess the color of the fabric I'm wearing next to my skin."

".This bet violates the teaching principles. Secondly, as a teacher, I cannot verify the real answer."

Asana knocked on the table. It turned out to be this kind of bet. It was nothing. With the magical skill of diverting attention and a certain hand speed, the answer was as easy for him as turning the pages of a book.

"So you admit defeat?"

"I need you to promise me that you will tell the truth or I will find a verifier."

Asama turned his head to look in the direction of Rina Sakai, but he didn't expect that Sakai, who was peeking at the pillar, immediately shrank his body and ran back to the service desk.

"It seems that Miss Verifier is not very willing. I am willing to tell the truth, but I am afraid that Mr. Kondo will not believe it."

Fangmen Fujiayin said with a smile.

Asana sent a text message, and not long after, Sakai sat opposite Asana angrily.

"When did our school produce such an enthusiastic teacher? He always looked like he didn't want to go to work, but what happened? He came to the library to teach female students one-on-one?"

"Do you owe me a thank you?"

"Thank you so much."

“Thank you with an attitude of thank you.”

"Thank you!"

Sakai felt humiliated to give in to Kondo again in the presence of a third party. In addition, she had disliked the beret girl in front of her since yesterday. Her woman's intuition told her that there must be a landmine hidden in the beret's character.

"So? You want to show off to others that your students obey you?"

"So you're a good girl with better manners than some of the older ladies, thank you I got it. Also, do me a favor."

"Do you think I'll be grateful if you say something nice? Humph!"

After saying this, Sakai glanced at Asana's eyes, and unexpectedly, they looked into each other's eyes.

This virgin teacher! Didn’t he say he didn’t like looking into the eyes of beautiful girls?

I should have been angry, but I said it without thinking.
"Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"It's a gambling experiment. Mr. Fangmen asked me to guess a color, and I need you to prove it for me. I didn't propose this extraordinary gambling game, and secondly, you need to help me verify the answer."

"Guess what color?"

"The color of Fangmen Fujion-san's pants."

Sakai Lina slammed the table hard and shouted,
"Are you a pervert? You knew it was out of line, but you still agreed to this? Where's your sense of shame?"

Almost all eyes in the library were focused on the three of them.

Although criticized by female students for being shameless, Asana felt nothing in his heart, because Sakai's eyes were directed at Boumon Fujion.

"Well, as a teacher, I do have some sense of shame, so I can only accept the defeat."

Asana spread out his hands and said.

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Even though she had won, Fangmen Fujion felt like she had lost something. (End of this chapter)