Tokyo Wingman King

Is it a psychological effect?

I feel that the air in Toyo Eiwa is sweeter.

No, it does have a fragrance, it’s the scent of osmanthus.

There are 6 golden osmanthus trees planted on one side of the teaching building in front. The trees are already covered with golden flower buds, and even before they bloom, they have successfully occupied a corner of the campus sky.

The rich fragrance colored the nearby air. If you passed by and took a breath, it felt like you were breathing gold into your lungs.

This golden osmanthus is not like the silver osmanthus that blooms early. If you want to see these golden osmanthus plants enter their true golden age, you probably have to wait until next week.

I heard that Tokyo's golden osmanthus is in full bloom in late September and early October, and seasonal snacks or drinks with golden osmanthus flavor will also be launched during this period.

When I was making osmanthus and pine needle tea in the love consultation department before, Futami said that he liked the scent very much.

How about taking some time to make some osmanthus-flavored pastries?
Ok? ? ?
Well.
For some unknown reason I want to offer some tribute to the Great Ming God.

It may be that I have accumulated too many outliers in replying to messages recently. Every time I reply to a message, Daming Shen will reply immediately. If I reply to the message the next morning, won’t Daming Shen have to stay up all night?

It was already tiring to see each other twice a week for the past two weeks, and now the love consultation department seems to have received a few more commissions in addition to Ichibashi Kokoro's love consultation.

Unlike the others, Futami was the one who was tied to the Love Consultation Department by him. In fact, it didn't matter whether this department existed or not, and it was OK to give it to Fujiwara Ai, but Futami regarded it as a place to stay.
In order to prevent Futami from being overwhelmed, he decided to help Futami with some work while they were still in class.

Thinking of this, Asama, who was holding 6 cans of drinks but trying his best to reduce his presence, quickened his pace.

Just as I walked to the corridor between the art club building and the teaching building, another phone call came in.

Hearing the ringtone was not an important role, Asana was too lazy to hold the drink in one hand and answer the phone with the other hand. Although with his balance level, holding six cans of drinks was not difficult, he still chose to ignore the call.

As a result, the phone kept ringing.

Who is he anyway? Or is he just unlucky to be targeted by a bunch of banks and financial institutions?

Asama had no choice but to catch the six-layer tower of cans with one hand, and with the other hand he took out his cell phone, ready to block the number of these calls.

Um?
Why is it Minister Fujiwara?
Could it be that this guy discovered that he had returned early?

Asama looked around and didn't see any suspicious figures.

"Asama Asama~~~Finally answered the phone, are you still in training?"

Fujiwara was not angry about missing two calls. Instead, he looked very happy, as if he had returned to his frighteningly energetic state a few months ago.

"Don't you have to go to class if I call you at this time?"

"I didn't come back to Yinghe to listen to the old man's sermons~ Hehe~ Didn't Asama Asama say he was very busy this week? He even skipped class to answer my call~"

It turned out to be a misunderstanding. Also, the former minister seemed to be not in Yinghe.

"Do you need to add any more entries to your famous book on love?"

Asama had always doubted whether, given the human lifespan, Fujiwara Ai's masterpiece on love could be completed halfway before her death.

"Well~ let's talk about it later. There is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear?"

According to the linear thinking mode of human beings [good first then bad is bad, bad first then good is good], Asana chose to hear the bad news first.

"Let me tell you the bad news first."

"You won't be able to see me again for a while~"

Isn’t this good news?
"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to do a two-week [bride's practice]."

Asama was a little curious. What kind of superpower organization could train Minister Fujiwara to be a "qualified wife" in just two weeks?

Before that, at least we should train her into a [qualified person], right?
If Pochi is an obedient golden retriever, then Minister Fujiwara is an unpredictable husky.

Asama replied to Ying and Husky,

"Oh, so what's the good news?"

"Hehe, the answer just now is good news! Do you know who I agreed to this for? I am grateful, no~ Don't worry, Asama Asama, the Fujiwara family and the Konoe family will definitely become closer in the future~"

Isn't this pure bad news?

"Oh, tell me that you are going to marry someone from the Konoe family. Do you want me to prepare the gift money in advance?"

"Huh??? Asama Asama! You stinky guy! How can you say such cold words from a 37-degree mouth? Who did you learn bad things from?"

"I'm sorry, but my social enlightenment in this life may have been taught by a good person named Fujiwara Ai."

"It's no use praising me now!"

"Am I complimenting you?"

"Asama Asama, wait for me! Wait for me to come face to face."

"The signal is bad. I'll hang up first."

Scold me to my face or beat me up?
Asama took Fujiwara Ai's threat lightly.

In his previous life, Asama didn't really believe in the words "I agreed to it for your sake", but when it came from the mouth of Minister Fujiwara, who had eaten a lot of food, the taste changed. In addition, Fujiwara Kenzo's surprisingly kind attitude towards him was almost exactly the same as Konoe Takuma's.

Perhaps this bride's training was an idea that the head of the Fujiwara family came up with to test the minister's temper?

This is probably the case. It's impossible that the minister came up with this out of the blue, right?
Asama then attributed the 80% probability he had just estimated to the answer [Fujiwara Ai acted on her own initiative].

The door lock of the love consultation department has been replaced with a customized fingerprint password lock with a 12-digit password, which is the same as the password of his current apartment, the year, month, day and time on his birth certificate.

However, the previous key was still placed in the card slot on the back of the QR code metal plate at the door, and the mechanical lock core had not been replaced.

Of course, regarding security, no one is worried about someone stealing the key and coming in.

Most of the important property and information are in the safe, and several parties have invested in security forces. As for the entire Toyo Eiwa, those who have the courage to offend or plot against the Love Consultation Department are almost like the great auks in the Arctic and the dodos in the Pacific, and have long been optimized by the powerful collective actions of humans.

After standing at the door for a while, the door lock prompted that iris verification failed for the third time, and the system prompted that it had switched to visitor facial recognition mode.

"Face recognition failed."

Please enter your password.

After the 12-digit number was entered, the door opened automatically with a click.

Asana pushed open the door and thought that returning to the love consultation department after being away for so many days should be like returning to his hometown.

After all, he was familiar with every book on the bookshelf, every type of tea on the tea rack, every item in the darkroom, and even every indelible stain or wear on the walls and floors.

But at this time, he was like a Chinese returnee who went abroad in the 80s and returned to China 25 years later. The hometown in his memory has become a stereotype - the bookshelf has been changed to a bigger one, the tea table has been changed to a bigger one, the area of ​​the darkroom next to it has been increased by more than 2 times, and there is even a small conference room. There is a thick Persian-style wool carpet on the floor, no, even the wooden floor underneath has been changed, not to mention the refrigerator, air conditioner, projector and other equipment.

The investment in Phoenix Courtyard produced immediate results. Except for the windows that were consistent with the exterior facade of the literary and art club building, everything that could be replaced in the Love Counseling Department was replaced in less than a week.

The only furniture that was retained was the custom-made upholstered chair with headrest from Herman Miller that Fujiwara Ai had somehow obtained.

Asama, who was sitting on the minister's chair, found that there was an extra cabinet on the left side. No, it was two large storage boxes that were one meter high when stacked together.

The storage box is not locked.

They couldn't possibly have put all their recent documents in here, right? Where's the security awareness?

Asana opened the box and soon fell into deep thought.

The storage box is full of love letters.

Basically all the letters were sent to him, at least 1000 letters, an average of 100 letters a day.

I am no longer in Yinghe, why am I sending these things?
Asana closed the storage drawer. There were so many love letters, so he decided to find some time to burn them all.

He decided to seize the time and do something serious.

The desk has been moved, and Asanjian didn't find the key to the drawer where the consulting documents were stored, but he can check the work records in the small app on his mobile phone.

Asama directly saw the latest commission recorded by Futami at 7 o'clock this morning -

[Supporting the response to comments on works in the Contemporary Literature Department's journal essay contest]
Can’t the Modern Literature Department just reply on their own?
Qianjian opened the work item file and looked carefully at the commissioned consultation record. It turned out that the problem was that the Modern Literature Department did not dare to directly reject some people's manuscripts.

The Modern Literature Department and the Love Consultation Department were both among the top ten clubs last semester, and the current director is a commoner who is as rare as Asama and Arima. In the past, if a famous person submitted an article to a journal, the Modern Literature Department would basically publish it directly without rejecting it, and would even write a few compliments to embellish it.

The article that made them embarrassed this time was written by Ijuin Rintaro, a general under Kujo Alice.

The Modern Literature Department is concerned about the reputation of Ijuin Rintaro, so they want the Love Consultation Department to serve as the special commentator for the Modern Literature Department Essay Contest.
Should I push the offending matter to the love consultation department?
Asana found the existing essays submitted by the Modern Literature Department in the folder on his desk.

There are 18 articles in total.

He quickly found Ijuin's work: "Fatal Frequency: Lambda Wings of Freedom".

There is Futami's handwriting at the top.

"This is undoubtedly a mystery novel, right?"

It is clearly a science fiction novel solicitation with the theme of "Gene Revolution in the Near Future", so what does it mean that Yijiyuan is submitting urban mystery novels?
Calling a horse a zebra, a test of obedience for the Department of Modern Literature?
Asana's eyes turned to the final summary of the first consultation record.

The solution that Futami and the others discussed was that Futami Tsukiumi would be responsible for writing the review, and it would be jointly signed by Ichijo Masumi, Fushigawa Risa, and Hououin Haruka.

However, there is no need to move out of the house to deal with Ijuin.

Asama scanned Ijuin's novel, closed his eyes and thought for more than ten seconds, and wrote directly on the back of Ijuin's work -

“All in all, this is a poorly written story.

The first ten pages seem to be dragging a big belly full of inexplicable garbage, with no chance of touching the ground, let alone the main story line. The main plot conflict is difficult to justify, full of coincidences that do not respect the brain and deus ex machina motives.

The character creation is superficial, failing to reveal the characters' complex personalities and growth arcs, and there is no insight into the characters' inner worlds or the social environment in which they live.

Unrelated tense scenes could have been woven into a meticulous plot network, but the author indulged in bloody violence, pornographic content, and vulgar and malicious entertainment.

Occasionally, add a series of rigid routines that you know the ending after seeing the beginning, poor narrative techniques that make people sleepy, and lifeless clichés.
The author is not even willing to stitch the pieces together, and just stuffs the visual glass fragments into the reader's eyes.

The more important point is that one of the author's eyesight or brain must be defective, which is why he submitted a lousy mystery novel to a science fiction writing competition.

Seek medical attention promptly and don’t delay treatment.

——Special commentator Shizumi Asama

After writing this article, Asana reviewed 17 science fiction novels in succession, including works that had already been approved by the Modern Literature Department.

Why can a simple everyday love story set in the future be selected for a science fiction writing competition?
Although the plot is indeed very sci-fi, for example, last week's system Xiao Ai became the heroine and chased after the hero who was transformed by the system Siri in the previous week.

Why should readers watch this kind of love story between man and machine?
Because of the genetic virus released by the evil scientist, all men and women in the world have entered the sexual repression landmine mode? A certain pair of lovers, their respective body fluids, are the only antidote in the world
This kind of setting wouldn’t appear in a toilet paper anime!

Asama, who has been saturated with the TNT of values, has lost the ability to enjoy his work.

Because there was no cheating, by the time Asana finished dealing with the comments, the second class in the afternoon had already ended.

"Iris verification passed, door opened."

The smart lock outside the door suddenly made a sound.

"Ding ding~~~Athlete Busikawa is the first to reach the finish line~~~"

Busei pushed open the door of the love consultation department with full energy. When she realized that there was someone in the room, she paused. Her bright eyes became brighter, as if wind was blowing in.

"Is this the first prize?~~~It seems that I have to be brave enough to fight for the first place in the future~~~"

"Riyo-chan, what prize are you talking about?"

The voice behind Busui River comes from Futami.

The current acting director of the Love Consultation Department who walked to the door also widened his eyes.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

"Hehe. I drank so much yesterday. My head still hurts. Can you two stop running so fast?"

Jiandao's panting and heavy footsteps also flooded into the Love Consultation Department.
"What are you guys doing blocking the door? Huh. Huh. Why don't you go in? Hey hey hey hey hey!!!"

Jiandao hugged Futami reflexively, as if she saw something strange that scared her.

Asama waved his hand.

"Sorry, I had to come back early because of a temporary holiday."

"Can this vacation last forever?"

Immortal River smiled.

"Saying that everything will last a lifetime will only hurt you, F-san."

"As long as you succeed once, it will last a lifetime. Of course, there will be no problem in the next life."

Busui Kawai blinked, but was blocked by Futami.
"To make sure I'm not dreaming, Shizumi-kun, can you let me pinch you?"

Dodging the hand that Futami extended and giving him a light slap on the head, Asama sighed,

"If you could drink less alcohol, Yue Hai, you would definitely not fall into this cognitive disorder."

Mai Majima, who was the first to sit opposite Asama, saw Futami being humiliated and said with a smile,

"Jingshui, did you really go back to the apartment yesterday?"

"Yeah, I got some stuff."

Fuzukawa moved a chair and sat next to Asama, smiling somewhat teasingly.
"So it's Mr. Heart Thief? I guess the owner is not in a hurry to return the lost items~"

"."

"Welcome back, Shizue-kun."

Futami also sat next to Asana, even closer than Fuzugawa.

Jiandao felt that he was sitting in the wrong seat.

It turns out that I’m the only fool who [keeps a distance]?

Just as Jiandao was thinking this, he looked up and met Asama's helpless eyes, and he felt much happier.

After a while, Hououin, Shinomiya and non-staff member Ogata also arrived at the love consultation department.

The atmosphere became more lively.

Asana rubbed his hair and held three meetings with them in a very serious manner. He went through the three things: the review commission of the Modern Literature Department, the advertising commission of Eiwa Travel Agency, and the commission for the shooting of the promotional video for Arima's shopping street, trying to reduce the workload of Futami and the others.

"The Love Consultation Club was only complete when the Great Sensei was here."

"Yeah, now it's complete~"

"Well, it's already complete."

"Sigh~ We have to celebrate~~~"

"Well, I've postponed Hitotsubashi's consultation to next week. The director of the Modern Literature Department has also solved our request, so~~~ I declare that the Love Consultation Department will be closed today to celebrate~~~"

Futami announced the decision with great leadership style.

“We’ve also canceled band practice.”

“We have also cancelled the video shooting plan.”

"I don't need to go home early today. I will be responsible for the expenses of the celebration party."

Comrade Fenghuangyuan Haruka, have you also betrayed?

"No leave allowed, no one can miss the celebration~"

Party monster Fuzugawa, wearing the heart-shaped glasses that Asana had worn before, started playing music.

Is it true that the workload has been reduced too much?

Also, have you forgotten who it is? (End of this chapter)