Tokyo Wingman King

"Hey, you were looking at the breasts of that foreign beauty next to you just now, right?"

"I, I, I didn't! Don't talk nonsense, I was just looking at the legs. I'm not a breasts person. Aren't you the one who talks about breasts the most? You're not looking at them, are you?"

"I say, you're wondering why you can't see the legs and chest together? Don't humans have two eyes?"

"Are you a lizard? Of course you have to focus your eyes and attention to appreciate the beauty of 3D!"

"Aren't we here to see the maid? Try not to cause trouble. I don't think that man is easy to talk to."

"Why would someone bring a girl here? Is he showing off on purpose? Damn successful people!"

"What's so strange about this? If I had a foreign girlfriend with such big breasts, I would definitely do the same, hahahaha."

"I don't think they look like a couple. It looks more like the guy is renting a girlfriend for a day."

"Damn, there is such a high-quality rental girlfriend? Anyway, I don't have classes today, how about the four of us rent one together today?"

In a corner of the maid cafe, four college students were whispering to each other.

The object of their criticism, Anna Scott King, was currently sitting in front of a gloomy man with slicked-back hair who looked like a career elite in the eyes of college students.

This American girl is indeed worthy of attention. She has the standard American sweetheart look, with a straight nose bridge, a round and upturned nose tip, naturally curved corners of the mouth and plump apple cheeks. You can see the shadows of Meg Ryan, Brittany Murphy, Alicia Silverstone and others in her facial features.

She seemed to be dressed in a deliberately sweet style, wearing a retro-style lotus leaf collar and floral short dress, with pearl earrings on her earlobes, and her legs in Mary Jane leather shoes and white stockings were raised, and the foot that was touching the ground was tapping impatiently.

Even if she didn't smile, college students could imagine how innocent she looked when she did.

Even though she was frowning now, she didn't convey any viciousness. Instead, she looked a little embarrassed and cute.

As for the man, his face looked like it had been pickled in a damp basement or a shady workshop for at least 10 years. He did not show any sunshine and joy of dating a beautiful girl. However, his facial features were regular and his body was thin but not weak. The lines of muscle were faintly visible under his black turtleneck and long-sleeved shirt. What was most impressive was his eyes, which had a calm, unhurried and moving demeanor, as if the beauty in front of him was not even as attractive as the menu.

They became even more curious about the relationship between the two people.

Asama recognized them at first sight. The four people next to them were the ones who had approached Daimyojin and invited him to have drinks at Zushi Beach.

Why do today's college students have their minds filled with so much pornographic garbage?

Is it because the teacher assigns too little homework, or is it because the body secretes too much testosterone?

Fortunately, the noise from the pink-headed idiots nearby didn't last long.

The maid at their table took control of these four college students, who were 80 years old in total, with just a few words.

Asama turned his attention back to Anna Scott King, the vice chairman of [KID] sitting across from him.

I don’t know how Kenjiro Nijo communicated with this person.

I took the initiative to contact her and asked for the meeting time and place, and everything was fine. But as soon as we met, the resentment on her face was so strong that it reached the top of her head.

Exposing too much emotion is not a good performance of SPY.

In addition, being beautiful and being a foreigner are the elements that stand out the most and are also taboos for intelligence workers.

It only took Asama 5 seconds to extinguish his expectations about the intelligence.

"Are you surprised to see me?"

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"I don't remember having any grudges against you. Your Yamagata chairman has also made peace with me. I don't understand where your hostility comes from."

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Anna Scott King opposite him still had a frown on her face and kept staring at him without saying a word.

This attitude doesn't seem like someone who can help him integrate into the KKIS international student community.

Is Kenjiro Nijo really so rough in his work?
Asama had no intention of keeping his eyes on Anna. He flipped through the menu and said,
"I don't know if anyone has ever trained with you. You can't do your job as a helper if you're emotional."

"!!!"

I don’t know what touched her nerves, but the rotating vice-president of the student union had an even more ferocious look in his eyes, like a starving kitten that couldn’t even breathe.

Asana rubbed his eyebrows.

I almost judged a person by his appearance. This guy is not some naive American. He has been in the fraternity for a year and a half. He must have seen and even been involved in all kinds of bad things - if the shameful things that KKIS does really need the help of these students to accomplish them.

According to him, Anna Scott King did not integrate into the circle of foreign students. She even became the only foreigner in the Aboriginal community [KID].

Therefore, even if she is willing to provide information, it will probably be limited to the content of [KID].

But in terms of [KID] intelligence, he has found a better breakthrough - Hisanori Moji from Class 11 of Grade .

With a substitute, the value of this meeting is somewhat tasteless.

In any case, Asama will not remember the favor done by Kenjiro Nijo, it is not a favor at all.

It would be normal if the collaborator is at least someone like Hinata Ko.
Although Kohinata's intelligence work is also very poor, otherwise Kujo Alice would have made a bigger move long ago, instead of sending Ryuzoji Chanba in a roundabout way to attract attention and gather information.

Asama looked up at the time.

Since you have already placed the order, in line with the principle of not wasting food and not causing trouble for others, just stay for an hour and leave.

Awful.

Anna Scott King thought to herself.

The silent standoff with the man opposite has lasted for 5 minutes.

At first she didn't understand why the person she had to meet chose the meeting place in the maid cafe in Akihabara.

It wasn't until I saw the man's face that I realized something.

No wonder I felt that the voice of that phone call this morning seemed a little familiar.

Shinichiro Kondo.
This man exudes a bad taste that blends perfectly with KKIS.

Nothing could be seen on his gloomy and bored face, but she was sure that this guy must have a mean and playful smile hidden in his heart.

Was he nominated?

That day in the student union, I just looked at each other, and I was targeted?

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Apparently, Kondo's claim that he wasn't interested in women was a lie.

A diplomat's daughter. An American. These are not talismans.

In the eyes of the real upper class in this world, only people within the circle can enjoy human rights.

Yes, the group of people standing at the pinnacle of world power and wealth belong to a country, and modern countries are just nicknames for their branches.

That's why there is such a ridiculous thing as the daughter of an American diplomat being named by a vulgar Japanese.

As far as she knows, there is no [Kondo] in Japan who has such influence in both the Kujo family and the U.S. Embassy in Japan.

Ariaki Yamagata's intuition was correct, Shinichiro Kondo was most likely just a pseudonym.

The price to pay for dealing with this seemingly unknown Kondo Shinichiro may not be less than that for dealing with the eldest daughter of the Ryuzoji family. [Weapons that were accidentally smuggled in, try to find a way to use them.]
This is what Ariaki Yamagata said.

[No matter what means you use, get along well with him.]
This is what my father told me.

Their opinions implicitly acknowledged that Shinichiro Kondo was a person that neither the Japanese nobility nor American diplomats wanted to be an enemy of.

Anna Scott King's heart is heavy.

[No matter what means you use, get along well with him.]
She believed that her father also knew what his words meant, but he said it without hesitation, as if he and Mr. V had some unspeakable deal.

This deal may help my father get out of this predicament.

However, she didn't know whether she would be put in a birdcage because of this.

She had never thought before that she would be a coward who fled from the battle.

Since she came to Japan at the age of 9, she had the awareness that she had to do something for her identity.

She learned Japanese, overcame the urge to eat sashimi, understood Japanese customs and culture, and chatted online. No one could tell that she was a foreigner.

In order to obtain important information, she voluntarily gave up some of the privileges of an international student, pretended to be in love with a Japanese man, and joined [KID].

Unfortunately, these efforts are just a joke in front of adults.

Because the efforts did not bear fruit.

A general term for building good relationships.

Is it up to you to decide whether you can be invited to his house or check his phone on his bed?
However, she didn't want to work on it.

She could easily hug Ariaki Yamagata, so why couldn't she smile at Shinichiro Kondo in front of her?

She doesn't know either.

Maybe the man in front of me is too ugly?
No, at least he was better than those ugly middle-aged men with fat brains and intestines who showed up at the embassy dinner.

Maybe I really fell in love with Yamagata?

This is not impossible. The only person around me who is worthy of my attention is Yamagata Arimika.

But she hated his romantic nature.

I am really an unqualified intelligence worker.
"Master Kondo, Master Anna, your servant Qin-chan has fulfilled her mission and brought back the Demon King's favorite drink from the Demon Kingdom! This is Master Anna's Vampire Duke's special watermelon juice, and this is Master Kondo's Ice Witch Iced Americano. Next, let's make Bri-Bri Gurgle Gurgle Shaka Shaka Cute Cute Delicious Magic with Qin-chan~~~"

The energetic maid wearing a mask brought the drinks to the table and talked a lot with a smile on her face.

"Hey!!! Qin-chan sneaked away! I also brought back the favorite snacks of the princesses of the Principality! That~ I heard from the fairies at noon today that [the two adults are coming back], and An-chan has been looking forward to seeing you two again~ Come on, let's make Doki Doki Fula Fula Xilu Xilu Meng'e Meng'e delicious magic with An-chan~~~"

Another maid with a red bow on her head also squeezed over and said a lot of things in a hoarse voice.

"An-chan! You'll cause trouble to the two adults!"

"Forget it, let's recite delicious magic together~~~ Qin-chan!"

"Meng Meng hey xiu Meng Meng chirp chirp Meng Meng love!" x2
The maids cast spells at the two people at the table.

Seeing that the two did not respond, the maids explained the process, recited a series of special settings of the cafe, such as [This is a spell that allowed two fairies of different races and classes to live happily together a thousand years ago. Only when everyone recites the fairy spell together will they be blessed by love], and then recited the spell together again.

"Meng Meng hey xiu Meng Meng chirp chirp Meng Meng love!!!" x2
Out of respect for the maids' work, Asana chose to cooperate, "Moe Moe Hey, Moe Moe Chirp, Moe Moe Love!"

The two maids happily put their hands together, made a heart sign, and looked at Anna with expectant eyes.

Anna looked at Asana with a perverted look, crossed her arms, turned her head away and refused to pay attention to these people.

"Um, Lady Anna, if you are shy, you can just recite the spell silently in your mind."

"I, An-chan, will shoulder Lady Anna's responsibility!"

The maids were speaking embarrassing words without any embarrassment. Asama felt that this maid cafe might have established the rule of "limiting each service to one hour" just to prevent customers from being so embarrassed that they would scratch the soles of their shoes and damage the floor.

"Well, the love magic has taken effect. My two lords, please allow us to leave first. If you have any questions, you can ring this magic bell. Just ring it three times, and I will immediately appear in front of you two lords no matter how far apart we are~"

After saying some very childish lines, the two maids said goodbye with a smile.

It is worthy of being one of the top three maid cafes in Japan in terms of earning power.

Although we cannot see the real expressions of the two maids wearing masks, they do have amazing tolerance and can smile without hesitation even in front of completely uncooperative customers.

Rina Sakai really doesn't have any talent for being a maid.

I guess he'll explode in three seconds?
Asama thought so.

He suddenly discovered that most of the girls in the Love Consultation Department had this kind of tolerance.
It's impossible that he trained himself to do this. Although he rejected them, he only rejected them verbally and did not use cold violence.

Anna looked at Asama coldly.

In Anna's eyes, maid cafes are a disgusting invention of mankind that can be lumped together with strip bars.

The love magic, the injection of cute energy, the master certification card (free membership card) bound to the exclusive maid benefits, all made her feel so sick that her stomach boiled.

Although she had obeyed her father's education and actively integrated into Japanese culture since elementary school, she really couldn't stand the house-playing game in which an old aunt played the role of a maid and made money by doing soft and erotic things.

The four idiots with smelly smell and shifty eyes three tables away were also disgusting.

Is Shinichiro Kondo hinting at something?

But why is he eating and drinking by himself now, treating himself as air?
After Asama finished eating the overly sweet cookies and drinking his coffee, Anna tapped the table and asked,

"What is your plan for bringing me to this damn place?"

"If you didn't want to come, why didn't you refuse when I sent you the address? Is anyone forcing you to meet me?"

"Oh, are you showing off your magical powers to me?"

"No, I just saw a person enter an unfamiliar and unpopular environment and then have some normal reactions full of resistance."

"Do you think you are unqualified to speak human language just because you teach a few philosophy lessons?"

"So I'm really curious about who forced you to meet me. How should I put it? I just complained to an elder I didn't know very well, and I didn't expect that elder to be so enthusiastic and arrange for us to meet. When I found out it was you, I was a little disappointed. I came here just to save that elder's face.

"Your statement doesn't show any consideration at all."

Anna sneered.

Asana covered the back of his neck with his left hand, twisted his neck, looked tired, and said,
"If you don't want to waste time, you can leave now. Of course, I will definitely give a bad review of today's meeting."

".you!!!"

"Count down ten seconds. Do you want to stay and chat, or leave? Ten, nine, eight, one."

Anna stood up, slapping the table in shame.

"Do you really think I'd be interested in meeting you? Don't take yourself too seriously."

"It seems that they take you too seriously. Just remind them with a bad review."

The American sweetheart's face was uncertain. She stood for 6 seconds and then sat down obediently. (End of this chapter)