Tokyo Wingman King

"Shizumi-kun~~~Today~~~you look~very much~~~like~~~the righteous~~~handsome male protagonist in the novel!"

"No, they are just ordinary enthusiastic citizens who call hotlines for superheroes like Peppa Pig and Paw Patrol."

Komaba used all his computing power today and quickly busted the professional internet trolls that were manipulating the negative reviews. He also traced the mastermind behind the scenes - a Korean barbecue restaurant on the next street that opened last year.

Ironically, due to its high prices, it was meaningless for this Korean barbecue restaurant to give its competitors bad reviews, give itself good reviews, and hire people to queue up. Not only did it have no repeat customers, but the unlimited festival's traffic actually resulted in several more bad reviews for the restaurant, most of which were in Korean.

After knowing who was behind the scenes, Boss Sato did not rush to seek justice. Instead, he laughed and brought out a few barrels of wine, muttering that he would not go home until he was drunk tonight.

The boss's words came true.

Except for Asama, Arima, Daiki, and the half-drunk Fuzuigawa, everyone else didn't leave until they were drunk, and Futami, who had a normal alcohol tolerance, was no exception.

The two walked out of the shadows of the street and stepped into the circle cast by the street lights. Damingshen, who had been somewhat sober when he got out of the MPV, was now half-limp in Asana's arms.

"Shizumi-kun, if you are not proud of yourself, there will be someone who is proud of you! I am not lying to you!"

Damingshen's upturned face was flushed. She raised her index finger and placed it in front of her lips, her intoxicated eyes flickering under the street light.

This drunken state is deceiving me.
Asana looked at the smile on Futami's little face. There was something hidden in it that would never cool down, something that could melt many things.

So, I have to try not to be a thing.

Asama said to himself.

After helping Futami to stand steadily, Asana looked up at the dim street lights.

"I'm already proud. Even an amoeba would feel proud to be flattered by you, Yue Hai."

"I'm not flattering you. I'm telling you the truth. If you don't believe me, listen to it~~~"

Although Futami was drunk, he held Asana's hand with great precision, ready to lead her to his soft place like the snowy mountains in spring.

"ah!!!"

The girl cried out in surprise before she could succeed.

Asama carried Futami on her back, took out the room card of Shirokane Takanawa Apartment from her small bag, swiped the door, and walked into the elevator.

"If you feel like throwing up, tell me."

I don’t know when it started, but he and they made an agreement that they would drink but not cook, and cook but not drink.

When Asama broke his promise and stopped barbecuing today, they also picked up their wine glasses and no longer kept their agreement.

The Love Consulting Department joined the drinking party, and it was as if reinforcements had arrived. Everyone increased their drinking speed as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Teacher~~~ Eating yakiniku without drinking is like eating sushi without rice or eating natto without stirring it!"

"Mr. Asama, everyone is drinking, why don't you have a drink too~~~"

"Master, you drink one cup and I drink one bottle. As long as you drink this cup, I will definitely sell 200 tickets next time!"

"Hey~~Teacher Asama, have some too! Try my 10-year-old Ardnahoe Scotch whisky."

Asama actually drank a lot, but it was not the words of those who persuaded him to drink that worked.

The effect should be the strange feature in [Moonlight Knight] - [Shaking, Shining, Plop]. The probability of adopting or listening to girls' suggestions at night increases by 60%, and the desire to become a beautiful girl's servant at night increases by 200%.

"Ashui was the one who broke the agreement first! Don't stop me from drinking! No, drink it now!!!"

"【God created water, and humans invented wine.】Mr. Robert, if you want to get closer to divinity and become a totem to be worshipped, drink more water. But if you want to get closer to humanity and become a friend of the people, drink more wine~"

"Jingshui, I read the records of Zhou Zuoren and Yu Dafu, and even Lu Xun, who said he didn't like drinking, loved to drink a few sips of wine when he was having fun with friends, and sometimes got drunk."

"Shizumi-kun~ Cheers~~~ The sauvignon blanc tastes like Fanta~~~"

The beautiful girl who had given up drinking was constantly urged to drink, and there was nothing she could do about it.

In order to make those talkative people shut up as soon as possible, he mixed and drank six glasses of Islay whiskey with a strong peat flavor, six full glasses of red wine called Black Queen that had been stored to remove the lees, two bottles of sake with an alcohol content of more than 22%, six bottles of Asahi draft beer, six large cans of Kirin Spring Valley beer, and more than ten bottles of lemon sour of various brands.

After getting 10 people drunk, those who had approached him to toast had already begun to avoid his eyes that were searching for enemy aircraft.

The final record was 66 people. Not only did he win the limited title of [Drunkard·Great Sensei], but he also gave Dahui and several members of the Infinite Society who needed to be disciplined a half-hour judo lesson.

The female drinking enthusiast Fuzugawa, Futami whose drinking capacity has increased rapidly, Pochi who gets drunk easily after drinking beer, and Kazuichi Majima who has always had a poor drinking capacity, all the remaining drinks were drunk by Asama.

[Night Wandering God] [Human Mule and Horse] These characteristics, coupled with the physical fitness that is constantly improving through daily exercise, make the alcohol act like tea, making Asana more sober the more he drinks.

The two young masters, Ruyue Guangdou and Ryuzaki Hayato, fell in Asama's first round of defensive counterattack.

Before his consciousness faded, they kept trying to find the hidden large water tank from Asana's stomach. They didn't understand why Asana drank so much alcohol but never went to the bathroom (in fact, he went there once later).

Daiki and Arima, two real masters of drinking, did not cause trouble for Asama. Encouraged by their respective girlfriends and sisters, they started a duel, but in the end, the duel ended with no winner.

The few people who were still sober were responsible for the troublesome aftermath.

Clear the scene, make phone calls, and hand over unconscious people to sober people. Kisaragi and Ryuuzaki still have their own servants to pick them up, and most of the members of the Infinite Society are picked up by their roommates who were unable to attend the party.

Without exception, they all asked Asama for his autograph.

At the end of the meal, Daiki stuffed a thick stack of envelopes into the arms of Mr. Sato, whose snoring was as loud as his voice, and together with Arima, he sent the father and son from the barbecue house to the second floor.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Sato doesn't actually have any selfish motives."

Daiki said to Asama as they went downstairs.

Asama nodded and said,
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Mr. Sato is certainly not a bad person. He calls himself an old drunkard, but he took out all his wine collection at once today. He runs his business conscientiously and does not give up his responsibilities because of personal matters. When it comes to interests, he can also consider other neighbors.

With his personality, he is not fit to be a shabby businessman, he can only be a rough knight. "

Looking at Mr. Teruya sleeping on the tatami with his head tilted back and a smile on his face, Arima sighed.

"I had some misunderstandings about Mr. Sato before, thinking that it was his character flaws that drove his wife away and made his son a biker gang. Today I understand his difficulties. Perhaps problems never arise for these idealists with obvious shortcomings. They just have to live in this world where kindness is considered a weakness."

Dahui patted his head, as if trying to shake off some memories, and changed the subject and asked,

"Uncle Sato seems to dislike the president of the shopping district. Do you know why, Arima?"

"The president is a man who is greedy, lazy, frivolous, and looks at young girls in an indecent way. But he has been trying his best to support this street. Most of the money for the operation of the Chamber of Commerce came from his butcher shop. He didn't dare to hold some activities in a high-profile manner before because of funding. If he asked other shop owners to pay, they would definitely not be willing to do so."

Arima said this and suddenly realized why the president followed Asama's lead - most of the expenses of the shopping street revitalization committee were probably secretly given by the great teacher.
"No one is perfect." Dahui said.

"So, liking and appreciating are easy, but loving and tolerating are difficult. People cannot fully understand others, and even their ability to understand themselves is questionable. It is impossible to understand a person 100%, but as long as you try to understand 66.6% of a person, you can tolerate those prominent shortcomings." Arima nodded and gave an arbitrary figure.

"But people are like this, [They ruin their own stomachs but always complain about the food.] I wish everyone in the world was like the Great Teacher."

Daiki sighed as he glanced at Asama who was calling Ichijo on the phone.

Arima could tell that Daiki was quoting Tolstoy.

Sitting backwards on the chair, holding the back of the chair, Busikawa smiled.

"Dahui-kun, do you want an Omnic Crisis to happen?"

Having just received a reply from Mr. Mori Koichi, the butler of the Ichijo family, Asana put down his phone and said speechlessly,

"Instead of talking about all this nonsense, why not send Mr. Teruya and Arima sisters home first."

"Then Robert-kun will move to Mr. Zhaowu, and the rest will be left to Daiki and Arima~~~"

"What about you? Young warrior F-san."

"As a young warrior, of course I have to stay here to watch over the store. What if some bad guys steal Xiaoyue and the others away?"

Fuzugawa took a special look at Futami who had his head buried in Pochi's arms.

Asama shrugged and made some arrangements with Arima Daiki. The sleeping Mori Haruna was carried on the back of the tallest Daiki, the drunk cartoonist Yuuki Natsune was carried on the back of Arima, and the shortest Asama carried the heaviest Teruya-san.

The two who didn't drink alcohol and had been taking care of the alcoholic sister and stepfather's sister walked on their own.

Adachi District is a bit like a sleeping city at this point. It is very slow to call a taxi, and Arima is unwilling to let Asama spend the money for calling a taxi.

The three-stop journey is no problem for them.

"Why are you so amazing, Asama-senpai? It seems like there's nothing you don't understand."

Akina Kaneda, who played the role of the little sun Busei in his childhood, couldn't help but ask curiously on the way.

"Idiot! If Asama-nii isn't awesome, how could Yoshihiko-nii call him Great Sensei? Don't you agree, Yoshihiko-nii~~~"

The third sister, Shiotani Touya, who had short hair, put her hands behind her back and smiled at Arima who nodded.

"Then why not call him King of Understanding?" the second sister asked again.

".Because I don't know everything, your brother Ji Yan is not easy to fool, because he knows more than me."

"Eh??? Really?" x2
"As the first person to win the gold medal in this year's IMO competition, your brother is already the man at the top of the IQ contempt chain on Earth. I am not even qualified to participate in the preliminaries."

"Brother is the best indeed!"

Akina Kaneda and Touya Shiotani held each other's hands and jumped happily.

Arima looked at Asama with a helpless expression.

"But Yoshihiko-ni's barbecue isn't as delicious as Asama-senpai's!"

"Brother Yoshihiko has just been reading books by Matsushita Konosuke, Inamori Kazuo, Morita Akio, etc., and he also said that Brother Asama has read more profound knowledge, so Brother Asama is really being falsely modest!"

"Because I am good at knowledge that can be obtained through hard work. The knowledge that exists in the unknown world can only be obtained by people with wisdom, and your brother is such a person."

Arima smiled bitterly.
"I feel like you are confusing them with concepts and creating idols. I know what I know, but I haven't gained the knowledge of the unknowable realm yet, so how can I be qualified to say that I have that wisdom?"

Dahui affirmed,
"I have learned no less than 20 kinds of wisdom from the Great Teacher, including [unity of knowledge and action], [pooling wisdom from all quarters], [unity in struggle], [grasping the big and letting go of the small], and [dynamic theory enables people to use their wisdom to the fullest]. Each of them is of great use to me. Therefore, the Great Teacher's wisdom is a more concrete and advanced wisdom that everyone can learn from."

He attributed all the wisdom that belonged to the teacher to Asana.

Kaneda Akina secretly compared herself with the three brothers beside her and was convinced.
"Although I like Yoshihiko brother the most, I also think that Asama-senpai is the smart one. Well, he is more flexible and smarter than Yoshihiko brother."

"People who seem smart and clever can't really accomplish anything. Only fools can achieve anything. Those activists who talk a lot but have the personality of an earthworm are mostly mediocre and incompetent."

Arima recognized Asama's adaptation of Dostoevsky's "Notes from the Underground", but he felt that it was the dilemma of the smart people in the 19th century. The smart people in the 21st century, such as Asama Shizumi, who could incredibly unite everyone, already knew how to change the world.

"So, can we also learn from Brother Asama's wisdom?" asked Fuyuya Shiotani.

Asama held Mr. Teruya in one hand, took out his phone and looked at the 20-plus GB of junior high school study materials and extracurricular general education materials, then nodded.

"As long as you are willing."

After sending Arima off, I said goodbye to Daiki and Ichijo at the BBQ restaurant. The 6-seater car that Asama had reserved had arrived.

Asama then sent Fushigi, Majima, Pochi and Futami back home from north to south.

Fuzugawa, who was sitting in the middle seat, leaned over and patted Asama, smiling,

"Daiki can be the marshal, and Arima can be the prime minister. Is this what Robert-kun, their monarch, intends to do?"

"Why do you say such feudal and decadent words in your beautiful head filled with equality and republic?"

"Robert-kun's head is also very handsome~"

"Did I compliment you?"

"After reading so many philosophy books, don't you have the idea of ​​becoming a philosopher king?"

"I just"

"[I'm just a person who hasn't solved my own problems yet. I don't have your ambition to solve problems for everyone.] Is that your answer?"

"Yes, I can repeat it to you if you want."

"After doing so much, it's hard to deny it."

"I've said it a long time ago. I'm just a supporter and participant of you noble people who are willing to use yourselves as fuel. I don't want to be the master. I'm tired of explaining this topic."

"But today, I don't know who said that we don't want to be the denominator. If we have to do something, we should do something more effective and beneficial. Isn't it good to be the flag bearer?"

When Fuzukawa brought up what the boys had discussed today, Asana was speechless for a moment, then squeezed out a few words,

"That's just a utilitarian approach, oriented towards collective goals. As for the individual, I just want to be a crutch in peace."

"Give me your cane completely. I am willing to become a blood-stained flag, hanging on the flagpole made from your cane. How about that?"

The driver of the MPV frowned as he listened to the strange conversation between two drunken young men who looked less than 20 years old, and he felt deeply worried about the future of the Japanese.

Young people nowadays are becoming more and more crazy.

I want to ask why Asama was baking well at today's banquet but not later?
Because the blessing of the Great Ming God has been renewed.

[Speech] was upgraded by two levels, [Communication] was upgraded by one level, and there was one more level, [Drinking], which made Asana worried that he would be labeled as a pub orator.

There is also a strange skill called [Free Barbecue]. The first effect is that the barbecue will never be burnt, and the second effect is that the translation speed is increased by 30%.
The premise is that no fees can be charged and the labor must be free
None of the above is the point.
[Romance Cooking] has been upgraded to the legendary Lv.5 - cooking efficiency increased by 300%; cooking with a lover will increase favorability by 50; replicating any dish will succeed, and the flavor value of the fusion dish will increase by 600%; when tasting new food, the eater will greatly increase his favorability towards the skill user; when the favorability of both parties is above 200, the feature [True love is taste greater than vision, and the intestines control the brain] will be triggered, and the eater will be unable to refuse any intimate request from the cook within 60 minutes; there is a very small chance that the eater will enter the state of [Captive of Food, Love and Faith], with a 100% increase in self-deprecation tendency, a 100% increase in fanaticism, a 100% increase in blind obedience, a 100% increase in sacrifice tendency, and a 60% decrease in emotional control, and the state cannot be removed.

Rather than a blessing, it is a curse that verifies the bottom line.

[Captive of Food, Love and Faith], each of these steps crosses the minefield of Asama's values.

The situation that had been going on for a long time finally came to an end. Asama Shizumi will never be able to cook for Futami Tsukimi and the others in her life.

Cooking is more of a habit than a hobby. Cutting away an important habit is like cutting away a part of your soul.

It's not to say that it is completely useless. Feeding the villains for a long time and taming them can be considered a trump card. But this trump card must not be known to the Five Photographers who are always monitoring him.

Futami's body was so light, yet what she gave him was so heavy.

Is it because being with him makes her unconsciously devalue herself?

Exit the elevator hall.
The girl hugged Asana tightly from behind and adjusted her breathing uncomfortably, as if she was not pretending to be drunk but was really drunk.

Maybe her alcohol tolerance wasn't rising that fast.

Erjian rubbed her little face against his ear like a spoiled child, her breath carrying a faint scent of alcohol from her body temperature, as if she wanted to tell him her girlish secrets.

Besides love, there is more loneliness in the breath.

It was as if he had been away from home for several years and the kitten he was feeding was rubbing against him gently. A numb feeling came over him, making him forget the softness and tenderness in his hands and on his back.

"Got home."

Asana swiped the card skillfully, took off and changed shoes, and sent Futami to bed as if he was back home.

Asana treated her as if she was really unconscious, and wiped her face, neck, and hands with a hot towel. He then changed the basin of water, took off her shoes and socks, and wiped her feet.

I put a glass of water by the bed and a trash can. As for dry pajamas, I'd better let Futami change into them when he wakes up.

"Don't go."

Futami murmured.

Asana's footsteps unconsciously stopped. (End of this chapter)