Tokyo Wingman King

"Your ability to understand makes it difficult for me to catch up."

Hinata's eyes climbed up to Asama's profile and said softly,
"I'm sure that Mr. Kondo definitely didn't come to this school just to teach students."

"Really? I sincerely hope that everyone comes to school to study hard. Many times, past phenomena cannot explain today's purpose."

Asama watched from the crack in the wall as a silver-haired old man passed by the coffee shop pushing a cart carrying beer crates piled up as high as a person. He took a sip of ice latte and continued,
"Of course, this is not everyone's fault. Most education always deprives students of their self-esteem in a strange way. And when these heartless people cannot find a job that suits them, education refuses to take responsibility for them and instead points the finger at them for not being educated enough. So in Japan, [going to school to learn knowledge] has long become a formalistic thing, more like an irresponsible screening than a reasonable training.

There are more and more students who don’t pay attention in class. In fact, it’s not the students’ fault, nor the teachers’ fault. ”

"Mr. Kondo, are you talking about the students in our school?"

Kohinata's eyes were a little more confused. She believed that at least 80% of the students of KKIS were not worthy of Asana making excuses for their downfall, and things like [finding a job that suits them] were far away from these students.

“The function of the school itself has deteriorated. Even if the illusion of power does not cloud their observation of reality, the purpose of going to school will still be distorted.

This is not a problem of one lesson, one class, one teacher, or one school. On the one hand, it is a problem of knowledge devaluation caused by lack of demand. On the other hand, it is due to the structural iteration disorder of society and the limited government investment and willingness for reform. "

When Xiao Hinata heard this, he felt relieved.

It turns out that Mr. Kondo came here to change KKIS and teach a lesson to KKIS and even the entire education community.

Perhaps, Kondo-sensei was really sent by the head of the Kujo family as they said? Was this the reason why she and Ryuzoji were both in his class?
However, Miss Kujo is not aware of this information. In other words, does the head of the Kujo family have reservations about Miss Kujo's interference?
"Did the teacher come here to solve this problem?"

Xiao Hinata asked again.

Asama shook his head,

“This is not a problem of teachers. Teachers are no longer engineers of human souls, especially those in Japan, where there are too many teachers. They cannot solve this problem.

I am just explaining my dilemma. I came to this school to take classes. My classes are just a small part of the whole wave of formalism. So, don’t take my classes as a solution. "

Hinata took a sip of the stirred light brown ice latte and fell silent.

There was absolutely no ambiguous atmosphere between Asama and Kohinata, and those people who had been secretly glancing at Kohinata breathed a sigh of relief. In their hearts, the teacher's ordinary appearance also became pleasing to the eye.

But what on earth are this teacher and student talking about? What the hell is [social structural iterative disorder]?

In Haru Coffee Shop, no one could understand the meaning of the conversation between Asama and Kohinata.

"Miss Hinata-chan, can you tell us which school you attend?"

Kohinata turned her gaze towards the smiling young man in question, like a surveillance camera. Only when the young man withdrew his smile and gaze in embarrassment did the girl return her gaze to Asana's face.

Asama had already finished his 225ml ice latte and continued talking to the crack in the wall.

"I have answered very clearly, but Hinata-kun seems to have not answered my question - [How are you going to support me?]
I didn't give you a satisfactory answer just now, will you still tell me everything you know in detail? "

"No, I am satisfied with the teacher's answer. So, I will tell the teacher everything I can."

Kohinata Sakura's original and pure eyes clearly show her honesty and determination.

"Is it your parents' idea for Hinata-san to go to this school?"

“The teacher should know the answer.”

It seems that Hinata Ko was sent on official business by the Kujo family.

Unlike Ryuzoji, Kohinata didn't have the protection of a famous family, so he must have been bullied a lot.

"That young lady, do you know that you made an appointment with me today?"

Hinata shook her head.

Between [Kohinata is deeply trusted by Kujo Alice] and [Kohinata does not possess any confidential information], Asana feels that the latter is more likely.

"Dragon, am I here to assist you, or do I want you to assist me?"

Kohinata's computer crashed for 2 seconds because of the Japanese-English name "Dragon-san". Then, realizing that Asama was referring to Ryuzoji, he replied,
"The eldest lady asked me to try my best to cooperate with D-ra-gon classmate."

He didn't know if it was Asana's illusion, but he felt that the corners of the three-no girl Kohinata's mouth seemed to be slightly curved, and then flattened in an instant.

"Do you know why she came to school?"

"We have the same goal, but it's inconvenient to say."

Judging from the camp attributes of Kohinata and Ryuzoji, Kujo Alice's purpose may be to help her own family fight corruption, or to collect evidence that can be used to strike at the Kujo family's Sakon faction.

However, Kujo Alice's taste in selecting spies seems to be somewhat unique. Kohinata is dull and Ryuzoji is fierce. Both of them are the type who are not good at socializing. Actors with too narrow acting range are not suitable to be spies.

"Besides you two, how many others are there?"

"One, but I can't reveal his identity."

Asana nodded. He was not in a hurry to know the identity of that person. As long as that person needed to meet with Kohinata and Ryuzoji, it would be exposed sooner or later.

"Teachers in school, who do you think are good people?"

"Before the teacher came, there was none. Most of the teachers were neither good nor bad."

"Which ones do you think are the worst?"

“The more informed the teacher is, the worse it is.”

The blame was directed at the school management.

Asama asked,

"How bad is that?"

"Hard to say"

"Why is it so hard to say?"

"Not enough evidence."

Hinata lowered her head.

Even without any facial expression, you could feel her depression.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, a cup of coffee was enough to get this information from Hinata.

Asama no longer continued the topic of KKIS.
"Have you decided which university to attend, Hinata-chan?"

Hinata was offline for another 2 seconds, and together with Asama, he admired the street view of Tokyo under the sunny day through the cracks in the wall in front of him, and said,
"I didn't think about it."

"So what do you want to do after you decide?"

“I haven’t thought about it yet.”

"That young lady, didn't I promise you anything?"

Little Hinata continued to look at the world outside the crack and said,
"I volunteered, I don't need those things."

“. Is there any connection between Mahjong, fairy tales and Dragon Quest?”

The unexpected question made Hinata look at Asama again.

"Teacher, do you still remember?"

“Remembering students’ important remarks is a basic quality for teachers.”

"Mahjong representative welcomes Dragon to join our Class 9. Fairy Tale representative has no bad intentions towards Dragon. Dragon Quest representative, I stand on the same front with Dragon."

".Are you sure Dragon can understand you?"

“She understood.”

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Asama suddenly felt that he still had a long way to go in terms of encrypted phone calls.

"I've asked 15 questions. There's nothing more to ask for now. It's Hinata-kun's turn."

"Will the teacher tell me the truth? About the purpose of this school? I hope the teacher will stop using the excuse of [making a lot of money] to evade me."

Asana turned his head, and their eyes finally met.

Little Hinata was like a shipwreck survivor who had been on an uninhabited island for years and suddenly received a rescue signal. His eyes, purer than ice cubes in coffee, widened unexpectedly.

“Nietzsche said, ‘There is no truth in this world, only perspective.’ I will tell you my perspective impartially.

As mentioned earlier, this school originated from the illusion of power. The founders of the school most likely believed that the power in their hands could be easily transformed into ladders, sieves, and money, and those who were attracted by the illusion of power were climbing ladders, sieves, and submitting money.

Of course, this explanation does not conflict with my initial answer to you: "This school is a place where you can make a lot of money."

"Since we are all people who are deceived by illusions, why don't we all move in the same direction, but choose to fight against each other?"

"And beneath the illusion, there is still power that can be seized. [The goddess of fate only favors warriors who dare to rape her], becoming a barbarian makes it easier to seize the initiative and gain favor."

"Does Mr. Kondo have a way to break this illusion?"

“I just said that I am not the solution.”

Hinata kept tilting her head to stare, her breathing was almost imperceptible, as if her body was in standby mode. "You see, I gave answers from two perspectives, but it's still unsatisfactory. Because you are already standing in your perspective, waiting for the answer instead of looking for the truth."

Hearing this, Xiao Hinata was silent for a moment, and then asked a new question.

"Mr. Kondo, [Shinichiro Kondo], is that your real name?"

"Yes, this face has been named this since I was born."

"Are you from the Ikeda faction?"

"No, given the current situation, I am closer to the principal's faction."

"What do you think of the young lady?"

"I'm really not familiar with it, so I have no right to comment."

"last question."

"You said."

"Teacher Kondo, if someone wanted to help you with desensitization treatment, would you agree?"

"What is desensitization?"

"Didn't you say that you have been allergic to girls since childhood?"

The three-no girl leaned forward slightly and looked at Asana seriously with her head tilted.

Asama felt that Hinata was being a little too presumptuous towards him.

"It's not curable at all. This isn't a problem with the immune system, but a DNA defect that I've had since birth. There are more than 10 allergens, so I'm sorry, Hinata-chan, you can't help me."

Kohinata Sakura was a little confused. Listening to Asama's symptoms, how could it be a genetic defect disease with more than 10 allergens when it was clearly gynophobia?

It was already noon when Komaba woke up.

After seeing the message on his phone, he quickly sat up and turned back to pinch his girlfriend Hanzawa Hideka's face.

"what?"

My girlfriend opened her eyes, obviously she had woken up a long time ago.

"I have to go to school this afternoon. I'll be back later to have dinner with you."

"Eh? Why are you going to school? Didn't you say you weren't going today? Did some vixen send you a message?"

Looking at his girlfriend's alert expression, Komaba laughed and handed the phone to his girlfriend.

"This vixen, [Asama Shizue]."

Hanzawa immediately perked up.

"The Great Sensei is back? I want to go too!!!"

Komaba suddenly felt a little unhappy and tapped his girlfriend's forehead.

"Do you think Toyo Eiwa is a park? You can go there whenever you want?"

"I went to donate money, but did Yinghe's people stop me from donating?"

"What are you going to donate with that little money you have?"

"You have a lot of money! Why donate your money?"

Komaba pinched Hanzawa's face again.
"Where did you learn this evil practice?"

"Why? You're so reluctant to give it up? I haven't asked you for the mental damages compensation for June yet!"

Komaba's face was also pinched by a pair of hands. Unlike the gentle pinching method, these hands were doing violent horizontal stretching movements on his cheeks.

"Teng teng teng!"

Komaba yelled.

“It hurts! Why are you pinching so hard?!”

Hanzawa also felt pain and his eyes immediately began to fill with tears.

"Let go first!"

"No way, you attacked your girlfriend, Guangshu, you domestic violence man!"

The two people started fighting on the bed again.

By the time Komaba officially got out of bed, holding his lower back, it was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon.

"The witch is neglecting her duties."

Just as I finished expressing my feelings, someone kicked me in the butt.

Why does this guy always pretend to be asleep?

Seeing Hanzawa start to pick out clothes in his closet, Komaba sent a text message to Asama.

"S.Wolfgangnir: Great Sensei, something has delayed me. I will be at school around three o'clock."

Received reply quickly.

"Asama Shizumizu: No need to come. It's not convenient for Eiwa to talk about these things right now. I'll come to you later."

"S. Wolfgangnir: I have a date tonight."

"Asama Shizumizu: Okay, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Feeling his girlfriend's chin on his shoulder, Komaba replied,

"S.Wolfgangnir: Actually, Yinglihua and I don't mind you joining us for our date tonight."

There was suddenly a person on Komaba's neck, and his hair was pulled hard. In counterattack, Komaba launched a tickling attack on the little feet curled in front of his chest.

Despite the fierce battle, both men's eyes were still fixed on the phone screens.

"Asama Shizumizu: I mind, find a light bulb, preferably a Steve brand one. Get ready for your date, stupid couple."

Komaba looked up and exchanged glances with Hanzawa who was looking down.
"Are we a stupid couple?"

"Fool!"

"Ying Lihua, I will only lower my intelligence when I'm with you—Ahhh!"

Komaba screamed once again.

Hanzawa rubbed Komaba's temples with his thumbs and said with a grim smile,

"Actively reduce intelligence? Let our clever Guangshu experience what passively reduce intelligence is~"

Komaba, who was unable to beat his girlfriend, thought to himself, this is why the Great Sensei doesn't want to fall in love?

Asama had nothing much to say about Komaba's condition.

Others only claim to be his son’s friends, not his tools.

Perhaps in Komaba's eyes, Asama Shizumizu is just a person who is "entertained by the RPG game "GTA" (great teacher asama) with the theme of teachers"?
I don't know why, but Komaba's understanding that "Asama Shizumizu is a fun-loving person" always gets a lot of support in the Toyo Eiwa forum.

After getting rid of the troublesome Principal Matsudaira, Asana walked out of the principal's office just as Toyo Eiwa's pleasant school bell rang.

The hustle and bustle of campus is a good white noise.

Asama felt as if he had returned to the Academy of Athens from the Peloponnesian battlefield.

It's still early, let's wait until they finish class.

Asama avoided the playground and teaching buildings, and walked along the shade of trees and the breeze from the science building towards the love counseling department.

Clang————

When passing by the Art Building, Asana suddenly heard the sound of a beating machine.

Gulp, gulp, gulp——

A can of grape-flavored Fanta, with condensation still hanging on it, stopped at Asama's feet.

Asana bent down to pick up the Fanta and looked at the person who came.

"Thanks. Hmm?"

The dashing posture, sharp eyes, and abrupt end to the gratitude made Asana think of stupid words like "aggression is vitality".

He knew the other person and the other person seemed to know her too.

The living cat's eye was staring at him, motionless. (End of this chapter)