Tokyo Wingman King

Seeing Rina Sakai's expression as if she'd caught them cheating, Asama lifted the plastic bag in his hand.

"My class monitor was worried I'd get lost, so he specially picked me up in front of the station and let me work part-time as an orc laborer."

Upon hearing Asama's explanation, Rina Sakai immediately beamed with joy.

"Is that so? How could Kondo possibly be noticed by the class president!"

Like an old leader inspecting a construction site, she stood on tiptoe, patted the hardworking Asama on the shoulder, and said in a condescending tone,
"Hmm~ Not bad, Kondo, you're quite the beastman! Keep up the good work! We won't treat you unfairly in the future."

Creditor Asama dismissively flicked away debtor Sakai's hand with his little finger, his face expressionless.
"I hope Sakai-kun can act like a student and call me Kondo-sensei."

Rina Sakai stuck out her tongue at him and made a face in response.

"Hello, Mr. Kondo! Hello, class representative!" x2
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Ryuzoji replied without any apology.

Asama nodded to Serizawa Miya and Kohinata Sakura, two qualified students. One disobedient student in a class is enough to make people suffer.

Noticing that Serizawa Miya was also staring at him with a slightly surprised expression, Asama asked in confusion,
"Is there something on my face?"

"Oh, no, no."

"Serizawa-san cares a lot about Kondo-sensei," Kohinata explained on Serizawa's behalf, using the official tone of a defense attorney.

Serizawa Miya's face flushed red instantly, and she hurriedly waved her hands in a panic.

"It's not that it's wrong, but it is a little bit. Kondo-sensei's gaze has become much more normal. Before, when he looked at everyone, he would always deliberately look up or to the side."

"Oh! You're very observant, Serizawa-kun! Kondo, was your gynophobia really just a lie?"

Rina Sakai puffed out her cheeks again and leaned forward to question him.

Asama resorted to his old trick, rolling up his sleeves to reveal his arm, which was reacting to an allergic reaction.

“As a teacher, how could I possibly lie to my students? Thanks to my class monitor, she gave me desensitization training beforehand.”

Kohinata and Serizawa both gasped, but only Rina Sakai noticed something else.

"Desensitization training? How do you train?"

“Let’s chat face to face,” Ryuzoji Seiha, who was standing in front, said, turning around.

"But, Mr. Kondo, aren't you still having allergies?" Serizawa asked with some concern.

"It's okay, I've already taken the medicine. This allergy won't interfere with teaching."

Rina Sakai suddenly grasped Asama's hand. "Is this alright too?"

Asama answered Sakai with his arm, which instantly turned red, startling the gyaru into immediately letting go.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you were this sick. Would you like me to go to the hospital with you?"

"Just take your medicine on time these next few days."

"Are allergy medications very expensive?"

Are you planning to study biology or pharmacy to research antibody drugs and immunotherapy, and bring down the price of these drugs?

"What nonsense are you spouting! How could I, a mere Kondo, possibly do such a thing for you!"

"Are you planning to just stand there talking on the street like this?" asked Ryuzoji, who was walking at the front.

Rina Sakai followed Ryuzoji Chanba and then turned back to stick her tongue out at Asama.

Asama watched Ryuzoji avoid Sakai's attempt to link arms, and couldn't help but sigh—as expected of the flower that is forbidden to be touched, she actually broke the [law of women linking arms] so easily.

Despite the failure of her arm-holding tactic, Rina Sakai did not succumb to despair, because the kind-hearted Miya Serizawa immediately took her arm.

As sociologist Georg Simmel stated, a society consists of three or more people. The presence of a third person not only disrupts the simple "I and you" relationship but also dynamically generates various roles such as leader, arbitrator, mediator, observer, allied person, divider, competitor, beneficiary, and mediator.

With her gentle personality, Serizawa subconsciously took on the role of a healer.

Kohinata, lagging behind the others, seemed like an isolated observer.

She maintained a robotic, inorganic aura, silently waiting for Asama to walk to her side.

"Kondo-sensei, let me help you carry this bag."

The girl held out one hand to Asama.

"No need, I really like this job."

Asama lifted a plastic bag and did a few dumbbell exercises.

"Kondo-sensei is the best teacher I've ever met, but teachers don't have to be so demanding of themselves. Sometimes relying on students can free up their hands to do more important things," Kohinata said confidently.

"The teachers you had before were really terrible." Asama deliberately ignored the second half of Kohinata's sentence.

“Kondo-sensei, KKIS has really been changed. Although there’s no evidence, I believe you did it all,” Kohinata said with even more certainty, nodding twice.

"You're being too idealistic."

“I’ve watched some documentaries where many veteran detectives found the key to solving cases through idealism.”

"That's empiricism. Also, don't trust documentaries too much; they're similar to movies in that they have fictional elements, except the fictional parts in documentaries are ones you actively fill in. This involves a principle called the Barnum effect. [Who made the documentary? What did they want us to see? What did they hide or omit?] These three questions need to be answered before watching a documentary."

"And what about Sakai-san's change? This is the first time I've seen Sakai-san so relaxed talking to a man." Kohinata's unfocused eyes were fixed on Asama.

"Although it is related to me, self-motivation is the real driving force that changes a person."

"The teacher lied."

"what?"

“My teacher told me before that your fear of women is a genetic defect and that desensitization therapy is not suitable for you.”

Kohinata suddenly launched a counterattack, but Asama remained unmoved.

"Of course, Dragon isn't a healing goddess, so she can't help with desensitization. The key is still the medication."

"Teacher, can you tell me what kind of medicine it is?"

"What do you need to know all this for?"

"I plan to study biology or pharmacy in college, and in the future I will research antibody drugs and immunotherapy to help Professor Kondo cure his genetic defect disease as soon as possible."

"Thanks, Hinata. You're a good person, but I think you should have more options for your life goals."

"A good person, huh?"

Kohinata's somewhat vacant eyes widened slightly. "The teacher hasn't told me the name and ingredients of the medicine yet."

"The name of the medicine is perseverance."

Is this really necessary?

Kohinata's eyelids drooped slightly.

"Because I am a teacher, one-on-one tutoring in person is more effective."

"What are you whispering about in the back? The door's about to open."

Rina Sakai shouted loudly from the front.

Sure enough, Ryuzoji took out his phone, scanned it in front of the access control, and the more than 3-meter-high glass door of the apartment building opened.

Asama and Kohinata couldn't help but take off and run into the apartment building before the door closed again.

Sakai and Serizawa were looking up at the 6-meter-high ceiling mural and crystal chandelier in the entrance hall.

"Wow, so luxurious! You can't tell from the outside of the apartment at all! Compared to this, our house is like a Decathlon outdoor tent."

"Sakai-san, we were talking too loudly." Serizawa glanced worriedly at the security guards who had just saluted them, covered her mouth with one hand, and whispered in Sakai's ear.

The group entered the elevator, which was also magnificent, with polished copper mirrors embedded in three walls, making them look exceptionally radiant.

Asama immediately stood in the far corner, keeping his distance from the four girls.

In the enclosed space, the girls' fragrance became stronger.

Ryuzoji Chanwa, who exudes a faint sandalwood scent, opened her left hand and showed it to the camera next to the elevator button for two seconds.

Beep—A blue light flashed around the camera, and the outer ring of the button marked [⑥] lit up with an orange-yellow light.

This apartment building appears to be using the currently fashionable palm vein recognition technology. It's more hygienic than contactless elevator access methods like pressing elevator buttons or swiping cards. Since the pandemic, many high-end hotels in Tokyo have introduced this elevator control or access control system.

Rina Sakai fiddled with her hair in front of the mirror in the elevator car, then suddenly asked Ryuzoji,

"Did the class monitor wear makeup today?"

"Huh, is there?"

The gazes of the others were also drawn to Ryuzoji's face.

"Is it strange that you're wearing light makeup?"

Ryuzoji flicked his hair with his left hand and said in a calm voice.

"No, no! It's super cool!"

"If I were as pretty as the class monitor, I wouldn't think I needed to wear makeup either."

"agree."

Under Ryuzoji's indifferent expression and sharp gaze, only a fool would become an opponent.

"We've arrived. Let's stop the small talk for now."

The aloof young woman led everyone into her studio apartment.

The temporary accommodation at Ryuzoji Temple was larger than I had imagined, nearly 90 square meters, much larger than the room at Shiba Park Apartment in Asama.

The apartment layout is very similar, with the entrance door facing the balcony, and the bathroom and kitchen on the right. Except for the bathroom, there are no partitions in the entire room, meaning there are no load-bearing columns or shear walls, and the entire apartment is completely visible from the entrance.

Perhaps due to the installation of a fresh air system and underfloor heating, the room's ceiling height is somewhat insufficient, with a net height of approximately 2.5 meters. Asama could easily touch the ceiling by raising her hand and jumping lightly.

"Look, the view from the balcony is so beautiful!"

"Sakai-kun, be careful, or you might fall."

After obtaining Ryuzoji's permission, Kohinata stood in front of the desk and picked up an advanced English dictionary covered in labels to read.

While the others were curiously looking around, Asama and Ryuzoji put the snacks that needed to be refrigerated into the refrigerator, placed the snacks on the kitchen counter, and finally took out a few cans of drinks and placed them on the coffee table in the living room.

There was no carpet on the solid wood floor, but Ryuzoji had already prepared gray lotus-patterned cushions in front of the coffee table.

As Ryuzoji had mentioned before, a whiteboard and pens for lecturing were already set up next to the coffee table, and KKIS's math textbook was placed in the very center of the coffee table.

Following the principle of starting with the difficult topics and then moving to the easier ones, today's first day of tutoring focused on mathematics.

Asama first took out printed and bound handouts from his bag, each handout containing more than ten pages. Each unit's knowledge point was followed by a summary of core knowledge points, analysis of key and difficult points, and practice questions extracted from more than 20 textbooks and supplementary books that Asama had sifted out from his 150G of study materials.

Ryuzoji took a copy and began to read it carefully. After a while, she revealed an expression of certainty and said,

"Let me see the lesson plan too."

"What, you want to be a teacher?"

Today's content was indeed quite basic. Asama never doubted Ryuzoji's academic abilities, but high academic ability does not necessarily mean good teaching.

Ryuzoji gave a soft snort and said...

"It's just a check. It's about being responsible for their courses. If you're just reading from the handouts, I don't think it will be a very effective teaching method."

"Here, take a look, teaching assistant."

Asama had no objections and handed the lesson plan to Ryuzoji.

The female tutor at the cram school fell silent during the inspection.

The other people who were touring the room also gathered around the coffee table, waiting for her to announce her review comments.

Ten minutes later, Ryuzoji Seiwa closed his lesson plan book, stared intently at Asama, and sighed.

"I was quite surprised that you could accomplish so much in one day."

"To be a teacher, you must have the awareness of being a teacher. It's just about making lesson plans and handouts. You can just copy and modify what you've already done."

Ryuzoji pulled out two handwritten exam papers from the lesson plan and unfolded them. Under each question on the exam papers, there were two or three simplified draft solutions.

The girl continued to ask,

"Did you prepare these two exam papers for everyone as well?"

Asama nodded and took the exam paper out of his bag.

"Yes, considering that Class 9 of Grade 1 hasn't been attending classes properly before, we can skip the mock exam. After you finish the classes, those who are progressing quickly can do the 6-question test on the left, and those who are progressing slowly can do this 30-question test."

"Why do those who are slower in their progress have five times more questions?!"

Knowing that her academic ability was average, Rina Sakai pressed down on the exam paper on the right, quickly putting herself in the shoes of those who were "slow to learn" and protesting against this unfair treatment.

"The slower pace means more foundational work needs to be done. A large number of questions doesn't necessarily mean a high level of difficulty. Also, Sakai, your elementary school math foundation is quite good."

Don't treat me like an idiot!

"With so many knowledge points, is it possible to finish studying them all in three hours tonight for the exam?" Serizawa was both touched by [Shinichiro Kondo]'s dedication and worried about her own neglect of math studies.

Asama smiled.

"One hour for lectures, one hour for the exam, and the rest for discussion and one-on-one tutoring. Don't worry, I'll finish today's class before the end of the session."

"Doesn't that mean I'll have to work until tomorrow?! I have a part-time job tomorrow morning," Sakai exclaimed.

“If you study too late today, you can stay here with me,” Ryuzoji said reassuringly.

Asama glanced at his phone; it was 7:12. He coughed twice.
"We've already exceeded the time limit by a long time. Time is precious, let's begin."

The one-hour class passed in the blink of an eye.

Asama dissected three major knowledge points—finding the maximum and minimum values ​​and roots of quadratic functions, the sine and cosine theorems, and probability and statistics formulas—with just a few prototype problems.

For him, KKIS's American STEM curriculum is not as fast as the Japanese "Mathematics I" and "Mathematics A" curriculum.

Therefore, the difficulty of math classes at KKIS is far less than that of those at Toyo Eiwa.

It's no wonder that Ryuzoji Seiba felt he didn't need to study at all. After all, in Eiwa University of Tokyo, anyone who could get into the top 10 in their grade could easily pass the university entrance exam and the University of Tokyo entrance exam right now.

The three students in Class 9 of Grade 1 also performed admirably, writing and drawing throughout the entire process without showing any signs of fatigue or slackness.

Perhaps it was the titles of "Instructor" and "Tokyo People's Teacher" that had an effect, but he was not sure whether the two [30% increase in learning efficiency] effects were additive or cumulatively multiplicative.

I checked the practice problems and notes of the three Sakais, and they were all correct.

Asama clapped his hands and said,
"Okay, let's rest for fifteen minutes first."

"Phew—I'll go pick a flower first." Rina Sakai let out a long sigh and headed straight for the bathroom.

Perhaps it was because the apartment was too quiet, but after a while, a sound came from the bathroom.

Serizawa Miya suddenly lowered her head, her ears turning bright red. She planned to hold it in for a few more hours, until Asama got home, before going to the bathroom.

Asama pretended not to hear anything, resisted the urge to open the grape-flavored Fanta, took a sip of his own Pocari Sweat, and then, noticing Serizawa's embarrassment, spoke up.

"Any more questions?"

Kohinata then pulled out her phone and showed Asama a probability puzzle: [Draw a ball from a bag and guess the color to win a prize].

"Professor Kondo, how should we solve this kind of probability problem?"

Asama solved the problem in 25 seconds, explained the three key concepts—total probability formula, Bayes' theorem, and expected decision payoff—to Kohinata, and also chatted about Bayesianism.

".
Bayesianism can resolve the philosophical problems of Hume and Duhem-Quine, incorporate falsificationism and paradigm shifts, and reconcile rationalism and empiricism; it is currently the most ideal view of science.

Ryuzoji, who had been typing at the desk, came over and listened attentively to Asama's long speech.

She crossed her arms and looked at Asama with a slightly complicated expression.

"If I sit in on a few more of your classes, I might actually start to believe you have 10 years of teaching experience." (End of Chapter)