Tokyo Wingman King

Asama hung up the phone and looked down. Takishima was standing downstairs, waving at him.

Although the Nijo family sent Tetsuya Takishima to pick him up, the driver was not Takishima, but an old butler whom he had never seen before.

The Nijo family is not as supportive of domestic production as the Konoe family, and the car they sent was a Bespoke Rolls-Royce Phantom.

The old butler, who was probably in his 60s or 70s, opened the door for Asama and reminded him with a strange expression that there was grape-flavored Fanta in the car, asking if he needed help getting the wine glass.

Asama waved his hands repeatedly.

He had already drunk a can in the morning.

As soon as I got into the car and sat down, the frosted glass in front was retracted into the partition. Takishima, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and smiled,
"Why did the Great Teacher return to Yinghe yesterday without telling me in advance? It was so secretive."

This guy hid his eyes like a treasure again.

Asama really wanted to tell Takishima that in reality, squinting eyes are not handsome at all, nor will they make you look mysterious, it will only make others think that you have a visual impairment.

"Why should I tell you where I'm going? Are you a navigation software?"

"How did the Great Sensei know that I have a navigation function in my head? As expected, the Great Sensei has [telepathy]."

"He has telepathy. Why don't you say that we are actually living in a movie, and I am the screenwriter who created the script and already know the plot in advance?"

"Is that so? No wonder the Great Sensei lives his life so freely."

Do you believe this?
Where on earth did I do what I wanted?!
"So, has the Great Teacher thought about my final outcome? Have I finally completed my evolution? Have I successfully merged with the aliens? Have people all over the world come to understand each other and no longer hate each other?"

"Before that, please take the Gundam driver's license test first, Setsuna F. Takishima-san."

"I really can't understand why the great teacher who is full of prejudice against the two-dimensional world knows so much about two-dimensional works?"

“If you don’t know it yourself, how can you be qualified to give a biased opinion?”

"Then why doesn't the Great Sensei learn about love himself? Is Futami-san not cute enough?"

Asama closed his eyes with a painful expression.

Takishima laughed out loud, and Asama hoped very much that he was not playing a blind man but a mute man.

"Teacher, you closed your eyes too tightly. Let me tell you a secret. There are actually two tricks to becoming a qualified squinty-eyed character. The first is to leave a gap when squinting, preferably covered by your eyelashes, so that it will not affect your daily activities. The second is to wear a smile at all times and in all places, so that when you are serious, others will know that you are serious."

After Takishima finished speaking, he even blinked his eyelashes which were as long as a girl's.

Who on earth would want to be a qualified squinty-eyed character? !
The old butler who was in charge of driving coughed a few times. Takishima smiled and apologized, finally stopped harassing Asana, and considerately handed the old butler a piece of throat lozenge.

The old butler swallowed the lozenge and began to ask questions, "Master Asama, is the air conditioning temperature too low? Is the car speed too fast? Is the pedal too high? Do you want some music?"

"Not low. Not fast. Not high. No need."

After answering the sixth question, the car finally became quiet.

Just as they passed Shirokane Takanawa, Asana's phone started vibrating.

Takishima sent him a message -

"Today is also Kazama Fuji: There may be more Nijo family members here today, but they are basically not outsiders, and it will not affect Mr. Kenjiro and your private meeting. (.ω.)(.ω.)(.ω.)"

Asana looked at Takishima in the row in front of him. He had his hands in his pockets, wearing headphones and taking a nap with his eyes closed.

I can understand that this guy can blindly type in his pocket, but how can he even send emoticons?
Asama watched the street scene change from Minato to Shinagawa, and asked,
"Asama Shizumizu: Why aren't we heading towards Ota-ku? Isn't the Nijo family's villa in Denenchofu?"

After a while, Takishima sent another message back.
"Today is also Kazama Fuji: I'm not sure, but we should go to the villa in Kamakura today. Miss Reina mentioned that it is more comfortable than the villa in Karuizawa.><><><"

"Asama Shizumizu: Have you been there?"

"Today is also Kazama Fuji: Today is the first time to go~ Miss Reina has already gone there, and Miss No. 2 went with her. ()()()"

After exchanging temporary information with Takishima, Asana put down his phone, closed his eyes again, and played the piano music recorded for him by I-san.

After listening for about an hour, Mendelssohn's notes faded away, and the melody of Ravel's "Mirror: No. 3, Lonely Boat on the Sea" sounded. The piano drew gentle waves in I-san's hands, and the car bypassed a coastal road and arrived at the Nijo family villa.

Although it is also the Setsho family villa, it is different from the Ichijo family's Tokyo villa that we visited before. The Nijo family's villa almost covers the entire hill.

From the car window, you can occasionally see large and small cemeteries and temples on the mountainside. The city and sea view that were just parallel are now visible from the bottom of the mountain.

What reminded Asama to enter Nijo Villa was a hollow iron gate decorated with weeping vine patterns.

Soon after the car passed the iron gate, a courtyard wall and a gate built of green stones appeared in front of Asama. The courtyard wall covered with ivy and moss was so thick that it seemed like an ancient castle that defended against barbarians. The third princess of this castle seemed to have been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Mr. Asama, thank you for your hard journey."

Seeing Rena Nijo, who was wearing a Victorian-style dress, talking to him in a clipped voice, before Asana had time to sigh, Takishima made a sound as if he had failed the challenge of holding back his laughter.

After acting like a lady for more than an hour, Reina Nijo became furious and beat Takishima in front of many housekeepers and butlers.

The two old housekeepers lowered their heads in embarrassment but did not reprimand or admonish, as if they had already known that their Third Young Miss's respectability was only a flash in the pan.

The woman who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old standing next to Nijo Reina smiled at Asama from the very beginning.

This is an absolutely standard smile, which you can see in Victorian portraits, photos of heads of state and their wives, and TV dramas where excellent actresses play noble ladies. Almost every person in society wants to master this spring breeze smile, which is full of sincerity without any hypocrisy, reluctance or embarrassment.

Asama knew the identity of the owner of this perfect social smile - Nijo Ruri, Nijo Reina's second sister, 21 years old, a third-year student in the Faculty of Economics at the University of Tokyo. She started dating in the fourth grade of elementary school and had 4 boyfriends, none of which lasted more than 21 months.

If her gender were changed to male, there would be nothing strange about it.

"Mr. Asama, please follow me."

Maybe it was because of his mental age, Asana did not feel uncomfortable being called "Sir" by a 21-year-old sister.

He looked back at Takishima and Nijo, and Nijo Ruri smiled and said,

"Don't worry about it, please."

He was just standing there casually, but there was no sense of neglect. Although he had a face very similar to Nijo Reina-san, they were two completely different people.

As you enter the villa, there is a green area in front of you that is divided into two parts by a blue brick road. There are more than ten ginkgo trees on one side and red maple trees on the other side. It is surrounded by neatly trimmed shrubs. The open lawn is very suitable for placing a few tables and chairs. A tennis court can be seen in the distance.

The buildings of the villa are not here. Nijo Ruri walked to the steps of the Italian terraced garden in the northwest corner and led Asama upwards. Looking at the rough stone walls beside the road, Asama could not tell whether the Nijo Villa, which had a height difference of nearly 100 steps, was built according to the terrain or piled up with earth.

As you climb the stairs, the mountain breeze blows on the five-needle pines beside the road. Besides the chirping of birds, you can also faintly hear the sound of a stream.

Nijo Ruri stopped, lifted her hair, and said,

"Mr. Asama, you can take a rest if you are tired."

The second daughter of the Nijo family's voice was much softer than before. Although she was not sweating, she deliberately increased her breathing and the rise and fall of her chest.

“I don’t feel tired.”

Asana lowered his head and continued to look up. Nijo Reina had mentioned before that Nijo Ruri was paying attention to his information. It was estimated that this second sister had also seen the cultural festival movie. He was mentally prepared for her intentional or unintentional temptation.

"Huh~ Mr. Asama has good stamina, do you exercise regularly?"

Nijo Ruri did not climb up, but sat on a flat rock beside the stone steps, stretched out her legs wrapped in thin oil silk, looked up at Asana and asked.

Hearing the question, Asana stopped 10 steps away from Nijo Ruri.

But he did not sit down. He just looked at a well-trimmed welcoming pine tree opposite him with Mount Fuji in the background and answered,

“嗯，从今年6月开始锻炼的，大概平均每三天完成100个俯卧撑、100个仰卧起坐、100次深蹲、10公里跑吧。”

"Shouldn't it be every day?"

"Sometimes I get lazy."

Nijo Ruri smiled again and said, "Mr. Asama is really interesting."

Perhaps her ex-21 boyfriends would be fascinated by this smile.

"Maybe you have a low sense of humor."

Nijo Ruri smiled even more happily as if she had heard touching praise.
"Excuse me, Mr. Asama, can you answer a question for me?"

"Don't ask if it's presumptuous."

Asama also discovered two fraxinus chinensis trees on this slightly winding terrace staircase. It seems that Oriental people are slightly better in terms of plant aesthetics.

"But I believe that Mr. Asama will not be stingy with an answer. After all, your generosity and enthusiasm in guiding Reina have completely changed my view of men. And from the moment I saw you today, I knew that I was not wrong about you."

"I'm sorry, but I don't think it's appropriate for someone who studies economics to make such rash affirmations."

Nijo Ruri smiled, looked at Asama with burning eyes and said,

"Marshall once said that [economics is the study of human daily life affairs], and the magic of irrationality in human daily life affairs is far greater than rationality. It is not a bad thing for contemporary economists to break away from cold mathematical models, embrace human nature, and practice the most important confidence and optimism in [animal spirits]."

It has to be said that the Nijo family does have a deep background in economics.

“After the irrational prosperity caused by excessive optimism is shattered, the only thing left to embrace in human nature is ugliness.”

"It turns out that Mr. Asama has also studied Robert Shiller (2013 Nobel Prize winner in Economics and co-author of Animal Spirits). No wonder Reina admires you so much and mentions your words almost every day."

".I haven't done any research, I just read the introductions to his books."

"This shows that Mr. Asama has an amazing memory. Great people will have good memories."

"That's it."

Seeing that Asama didn't respond, the second lady went back to the question she wanted to ask.
"Do you remember what I just said? Mr. Asama, can you tell me why you chose the pianist from the Ichijo family instead of Reina from our family?"

When Nijo Ruri asked this question, Asana found that the taste of her perfect smile had changed - it was not that her expression was out of control, but after Asana felt an emotion from this question, his perspective on her smile changed.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. They are all my friends."

Asama said as he looked at Mount Fuji in the distance.

"So we're just friends? I made a mistake. I'm sorry, Mr. Asama."

The second young lady of the Nijo family clasped her hands together in apology. Her shrewd and intellectual temperament remained unchanged, but she had a more straightforward and innocent feeling.

"So, can I be Mr. Asama's friend?"

Asana nodded.

"We can just be superficial friends with whom we have a casual relationship and don't need to keep in touch very often."

Nijo Ruri did not feel any dissatisfaction when she heard this straightforward and ruthless answer. She looked at Asana with a look without a trace of doubt and smiled.

"Everything can be done from the shallow to the deep, from the surface to the inside. I believe in Mr. Asama~"

Asama was certain that the "personality" that Nijo Ruri mentioned was referring to the personality of "Asama Shizue, the hungry ghost of lust" which was widely circulated in the Five Religious School circle.

Seeing the figures of Nijo Reina and Takishima Tetsuya pulling and playing behind Nijo Ruri, Asana stopped waiting and looked up.

When he was almost at the top, he was sure that the terrain of the Nijo Villa had been artificially raised by at least 50 meters. Standing on the steps and looking down the mountain, you can see the eaves of the Huading Palace and the Hokokuji Temple, but you can't see the Nijo family's Western-style house below, which is blocked and surrounded by extremely dense vegetation.

Climb up to the end of the stairs, pass through the Baroque fountain statue square, and a Western-style building that was popular during the Taisho period appears in front of Asama.

The style of the English Renaissance painting is similar to that of the Western-style pavilion in the old Furukawa Garden, but lacks the taste of compromise between the two. The octagonal towers on both sides of the Western-style pavilion are somewhat similar to the pair of octagonal gatehouses at the entrance of Hampton Court Palace of King Henry VIII of England.

Whether it is the Tudor-style wood decoration, the Stuart-style vertical sliding windows, or the gorgeous Victorian Baroque stonework, it proves that the owner who planned to build this villa is an out-and-out British fan.

Thinking about how Rena Nijo often complained about having endless economics books to read, it seems that the ancestor of Nijo not only liked British architecture, but also Adam Smith, David Ricardo, Alfred Marshall, Keynes, and Hayek (who had British nationality), right?

The dresses worn by Nijo Ruri and Nijo Reina at this time were also modified from the Victorian romantic style.

So, the Nijo family tried not to get involved in the struggle between the Konoe and Kujo families, and did not seek marriage like the Ichijo and Takashi families did. Is it because the Nijo family's ancestors learned the balance and isolation policy of British diplomacy?

Asana didn't know much about the actual situation of the Nijo family, and he was not sure whether it was appropriate to attribute the stereotype of "trouble stirrer" to the Nijo family.

Asana looked up at the long lines of people waiting at the door of the mansion. There were not many butlers and maids, and most of them should be from the Nijo family.

It seems that what Kenjiro Nijo prepared for him was not a living room, but a booth at the London World Expo displaying living African natives.

Nijo Ruri glanced unobtrusively at the young man who had become famous in Tokyo since the first half of the year.

There was no expression of joy or anger on his face.

The depth of his mind is unfathomable. Coming to the Nijo family alone is like sightseeing.

What’s even more infuriating is that he would rather look at the pine tree than even look at her.

The second young lady of the Nijo family sighed in her heart.

This was the second time in her life that she felt frustrated by her own charm.

Nijo Ruri glanced at her sister Nijo Reina who was still beating the beautiful boy.

Why is it that I am a hundred times better than my sister, but I don’t have her same luck with women?

This world is indeed irrational.

I want to get Asama Shizuo even more.

Get him before everyone else. (End of this chapter)