Tokyo Wingman King

Why must your statement be based on negating my valuable 10 years of teaching experience?

With a brain as sharp as Ryuzoji's, how could he still believe the rumor that Kim Anna was the "illegitimate son of the Kujo family"? Even if he really was the illegitimate son of the Kujo family, it doesn't mean he wouldn't be a teacher for 10 years, right?
Asama's problem was ignored.

[The Flower That Is Forbidden to Be Touched] seemed to forbid even her eardrums from being touched by other people's sound waves, crossing her arms and turning her head to one side.

Seeing this, Rina Sakai, who had been lying on the coffee table listening to the cryptic conversation for a long time, chuckled and asked curiously, "The class monitor is praising you. Kondo, why don't you tell us about your teaching experience in America?"

Asama glanced at the time; there were still four minutes until the exam started. He shrugged.
"There's nothing worth talking about; the environments on both sides are different."

"That's precisely why we should talk about it. Serizawa-kun, what do you think? Let Kondo talk about what high school girls in America are like. Are all prom queens former cheerleaders?"

Sakai turned her head toward Serizawa, who had just come out of the bathroom.

Serizawa said awkwardly, "Ah, Kondo-sensei probably wouldn't care about those things, right?"

"Kondo, tell me, isn't studying in American high school much easier than it is for us?"

Asama glanced at Sakai with a look that said, "You've only worked a few hours," and said...

"On the contrary, Americans who don't study hard in high school are likely to die. People without a high school diploma are basically below the poverty line there, and those who muddle through to a high school diploma, or even those who are willing to go to community college to learn a trade, are also very likely to fall into the trap set by various social mechanisms."

"Kondo, what are you talking about? Answer my question seriously!" Sakai complained.

"That answers your question. Japan adopted the liberalism of the American education system in the 80s and ushered in the era of quantitative easing education. However, the American elite has never been so corrupted as Japan has been. Even setting aside the elite perspective, on average, the significance of attending high school in the United States is generally greater than the Japanese celebration of high school life."

Asama continued to explain,
"Let me give you a simple example from the students at the two high schools I taught in California. Before high school, they didn't have much academic pressure, but after entering high school, they faced six core subjects and ten to twenty elective courses (AP), STEM practice, club activities, and volunteer work. They had at least twelve exams every week, and each grade affected their final GPA, which in turn determined whether they could get into their ideal university. Among the students I taught, they averaged only four hours of sleep a day throughout their four years of high school, and even then, their Ivy League acceptance rate was no more than 5%."

Upon hearing that American high school students sleep an average of 4 hours, Sakai looked incredulous and asked, "Do these people really need to work so hard?"

"Families that can afford good private schools place particular emphasis on the return on their children's education investment, which puts enormous pressure on these students. I believe you, Serizawa and Sakai, can understand this."

Sakai stuck out her tongue, making a disgusted face.

"Kondo-sensei, are you only talking about private elite schools dominated by elitism? As far as I know, public schools are not like this at all, and we can't possibly take the competitive scene of Kaisei High School as the current situation of all high schools in Japan."

Ryuzoji raised questions.

"Very good, the class monitor's point of view is correct, pertinent, incisive, and hits the nail on the head."

However, you didn't consider the issue from Sakai's (our) perspective. KKIS, as one of the few schools in Japan that can give some people the illusion of breaking through class barriers and can cross the hidden social hierarchy and discipline, is essentially no different from the schools I taught in the United States.

What we should be thinking about is that Japan is actually far behind the United States in terms of the cruelty of society, but why is KKIS like this? Who set such different rules of the game, making students strive in an uncomfortable direction?
As for the answer, if the class monitor is interested, they can sign up for my paid elective course.

Sakai instantly pouted her lips, glossy with lip gloss, straightened her posture, and began to denounce Asama.

"Hey, so Kondo, you were just trying to sell that ridiculously expensive elective course to the class president!!! You money-grubber! You still haven't returned the umbrella I lent you last week! You're a disqualified teacher who takes advantage of students!"

Serizawa, who had been feeling sleepy from Asama's chanting, suddenly perked up. "Eh? When did Kondo-sensei borrow Sakai-kun's umbrella?"

“Last week, during the school closure period, Kondo-sensei and Sakai-kun met privately.” Kohinata reactivated her voice function and answered Serizawa’s question.

stare------

The two girls focused their attention on Rina Sakai.

"What a coincidence!!! It was just a coincidence! Why are you looking at me like that? Kondo and I are nothing!"

Your reaction actually makes everyone think that something really happened.

“I helped her find a job that allowed her to work beyond the time limit for high school students.”

Asama shook his head and checked the time again.
"It's almost time. Hand over your phones and let's start the exam. Or are you really planning to stay overnight at the class monitor's house?"

"That's really rude of you. What do you mean by 'cheating'?" Sakai snatched the test paper from Asama's hand and immediately started working on the questions.

Ryuzoji coldly observed everything, glared at Asama, said nothing, and returned to his seat to continue typing.

Is he angry?

Because you said something that could be considered divisive, such as "You didn't consider things from Sakai-san's [our] perspective."
Asama was too lazy to think too much about it.

When a girl like Ryuzoji Seiwa, whose head is immediately covered with labels like "highly sensitive," "highly self-esteem," "intellectual," "sharp-tongued," "perfectionist," "morally fastidious," and "idealist," throws a tantrum, the best option is to give her the cold shoulder. Only by stopping the input of information, not providing her with new material to refute, and not triggering her stress response of "must defend her position," can we prevent the hostility in her heart from fermenting and multiplying in a short period of time.

However, proctoring time is the most boring and wasteful time for teachers.

We're already allies who are going to work together to deal with Brotherhood issues, so it's not unreasonable for us to get to know each other better, is it?

What exactly is she teaching herself?
Asama stood behind Ryuzoji Seiha.

The girl seemed to have noticed it beforehand, but she didn't seem to have any objection to Asama's behavior of watching.

It seems that the Flower That Forbids Contact has a pretty good ability to regulate its emotions.

Unlike Asama, who would furrow her brow slightly when engrossed in something, the girl's expression was more relaxed when she was focused. A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, and her slender fingers tapped away on the keyboard with a lively rhythm, similar to the popping of tiny bubbles rising from an opened can of Fanta.

Asama took a closer look at the content on the screen and discovered it was a medical paper.

Hypersensitivity, Pathophysiological, Dysregulation, Microglial, Prophylactic, Neuroprotective, Double-blinded, Postoperative.
Asama recognized about half of the unfamiliar words in the article, all of which were medical terms. A thick medical terminology dictionary lay open next to Ryuzoji, indicating that his vocabulary was accurate and that Ryuzoji was indeed writing a medical paper.

So, after all this time, are you the only one among these people who truly aspires to study medicine? Ryuzoji?

But studying medicine couldn't save the Qing Dynasty.

"Are you planning to pursue a Ph.D. in Clinical Immunology, class monitor?"

Asama asked in a low voice.

Ryuzoji glanced back at Asama with displeasure and said in a low voice,

"Don't you know that disturbing other people's work is very impolite?"

She turned to the side, revealing the printed original of the paper on the desk, which was covered with notes in three colors.

It turns out I wasn't writing a paper, but rather doing a translation exercise based on a medical paper.

Even so, it's still very impressive.

This top student among top students, how did she solidify her English grades? No wonder I couldn't beat her no matter how many times I took the test. Asama always had nothing but respect for people who had their own study methods.

"However, there are so many medical terms and words, you probably won't need them unless you're studying medicine. Does that mean the class monitor wants to study medicine?"

Ryuzoji glanced at Asama with the look of someone looking at something troublesome.
"I don't understand if you're pretending to be stupid or if you really are. We said we're at work. Don't worry about us. We didn't argue. You guys continue with your test papers."

When Ryuzoji noticed the three girls around the coffee table secretly glancing at him, he raised his voice. Although the second half of his sentence was devoid of emotion, it still startled the three girls who were doing their homework.

Asama instantly understood why Ryuzoji Seiwa wasn't interested in the exorbitantly priced elective course, and his understanding of Ryuzoji Seiwa was updated.

Earn your own living.

Although I don't know why she did this, less than 10% of the students in the entire Toyo Eiwa region can actually do this. She truly deserves to be a friend of Phoenix Institute Haruka.

"So, the class monitor is earning his living expenses by doing translation work?"

"If you understand, then please quiet down and do your job as a proctor." Ryuzoji chuckled, a familiar mocking smile returning to his lips.

"Understanding the students' learning situation is also in line with my job as class monitor."

So what are your thoughts on my studies?

These were perfectly ordinary words, but the unpleasant emotion pierced through with the barbed voice and glare.

This does not affect Asama's outspokenness as a teacher.

"You're a bit complacent, but I can understand. Smart people always manage to win with ease, only fools cram at the last minute. Are you planning to skip all the tutoring sessions and take the exam unprepared?"

Ryuzoji's eyes were filled with the words "[terrible]" or "[the worst]", openly expressing his contempt.

"As a teacher, can you please refrain from using vulgar language? Or do you simply lack any sense of responsibility as a teacher?"

"Not to brag, but I think there's no more competent teacher at KKIS than me. The fact that I'm here is proof of that." The disdainful gaze softened slightly, turning into a look of contempt.

"You come to KKIS to compare yourself to inferior people and gain a sense of superiority?"

"No, no, no, if you want to see bad people, just browse the internet and you'll have plenty. The mental victory method is much easier than you think. There's no reason to come to a shithole like KKIS and go to the trouble of finding maggots. No, finding maggots is effortless."

Ryuzoji chuckled softly.
"Alright, I finished reviewing a few days ago. I'll pay attention to the lessons I missed. Okay, don't bother me while I'm working. If you're really bored, you can find a book to read."

The girl deliberately put on her headphones and started typing away on the keyboard again, her smile seemingly even more pronounced.

Asama was a little confused by Ryuzoji's inexplicably helpless yet doting tone.

He scanned the girl's bookshelf with his gaze, but one thing was certain in his heart—

[Ryuzoji Seiwa really likes poop and pee.]

Indeed, no one is perfect.

"Ah, I'm back to life~~~ Oh right, cheers————"

After finishing her exam, Rina Sakai unscrewed the can of grape-flavored Fanta and took a big gulp. Then, as if remembering something, she raised the can and clinked glasses with the other two people.

"Were you dead just now?"

"Stop saying things like 'Go die!' or 'Why aren't you dead yet!' You're a disqualified teacher, you should just go die already!"

A curse attack? The attacker's intelligence is too low; pass the check.

Asama said, feeling neither pain nor itching.
"Well, I haven't collected my pension yet, so please allow me to live another 70 years."

"Are you planning to retire at 100?"

"No, I just want to experience whether I'll be assassinated by the government if I collect my pension for a few more years."

"What kind of worldview allows a government like this to exist? Apologize to the civil servants right now!"

"Sakai-san and Kondo-sensei have a really good relationship."

Kohinata said something to the two of them, her emotionless tone making the words sound rather cold.

"How can you tell we have a good relationship?!"

"Well, maybe it's because Kondo-sensei helped Sakai-kun find a job?" Serizawa guessed from the side.

Asama, who had already begun grading the exam papers, said without looking up.
"Did you hear that, Sakai-kun? Can't you at least have some gratitude?"

"Dream on." Rina Sakai suddenly lowered her head and became shy.

Asama had no idea that Sakai, who seemed illiterate, was actually very familiar with Japanese legends such as the Crane Wife, the Fox Wife, and the Clam Woman, and that gratitude meant marrying one's benefactor.

The exam papers were graded in just 10 minutes.

Kohinata got all 6 questions right, while Serizawa and Sakai each got 3 right. Interestingly, Sakai made mostly calculation mistakes, and only Serizawa showed his true colors as a poor student.

After Asama finished explaining the problem to Ryuzoji, Ryuzoji also finished his work.

I didn't expect her to have so much work.

The books on the coffee table were quickly replaced with various snacks.

"It's a bit sinful to eat snacks this late, but whatever, I'm starving anyway."

"Ugh—eating pudding after studying so hard feels so redeeming." Serizawa seemed to really enjoy the pudding.

"Delicious." Kohinata gave a detached affirmation to the milk chocolate.

Even though it was still far from the end of the call, the three girls had already texted their parents to say they would be staying at a classmate's house that night.

Before leaving, Asama was given two cans of grape-flavored Fanta by Ryuzoji Seiwa.

"This is a gift from the students to their teacher as a token of their appreciation."

"This gift is far too meager. At least give some dried cured meat, right?"

"Fine, if you don't want it, I'll give you some snacks instead?"

"So be it."

Ryuzoji Chanwa watched as Asama casually stuffed two cans of Fanta into his bag and left, grumbling under his breath.

Ah--

Pretending to be quite similar.

But now that she already knows the answer, his every move becomes a flaw.

His hypocritical nature hasn't changed.

Ryuzoji knew he didn't need her to deal with the Brotherhood. This deal was essentially a one-sided support arrangement.

He puts so much effort into tutoring because while he's playing the role of a teacher, he's also enjoying the profession—he's actively building his [neighborhood] and improving everything that can be improved.

Today's encounter also revealed to her what Asama Shizumizu planned to do at KKIS. He wanted KKIS to become a place where one could truly change their destiny through learning.

Families who can afford good private schools place particular emphasis on the return on their educational investment for their children, which consequently puts immense pressure on these students. I believe you, Serizawa and Sakai, understand this.
Without her knowledge, he also introduced Sakai to a part-time job. Sakai probably also has difficulties that she can't tell others about.
She has been a terrible class monitor.

Perhaps the one who is truly full of flaws is himself.

It only took Asama three days to find out that she was sent by Alice Kujo to investigate KKIS.

While she was still frantically searching for clues like a headless fly, he had already dismantled the Brotherhood's protective umbrella.

Once she reaches a higher level at [KID], she should work well with him.

At 12:30, the four girls, having finished washing up, were all in bed.

Kohinata Sakura was the first to fall asleep.

The girl's lifestyle was as regular as a precision instrument.

She told Sakai and the others that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would go to bed before 10 p.m. at home so that she could wake up at 6 a.m. sharp the next day.

Rina Sakai and Miya Serizawa originally wanted to chat more, but upon hearing Ryuzoji and Kohinata's steady breathing, they could only shut their mouths and obediently fall asleep.

Ryuzoji Seiwa, who was the first to lie down, couldn't fall asleep.

The events involving Asama, Phoenix Inuyasha, and KKIS spun through her mind like a carousel.

"Wait, don't!"

A groan suddenly broke the silence of the room.

Ryuzoji found the source of the sound—he never expected that Rina Sakai was a girl who talked in her sleep.

I can't sleep at all.

Should I think about him one more time?
In this room where three classmates were fast asleep?

Ryuzoji Seiha became annoyed, but soon opened his eyes, revealing a sharper gaze than ever before.

"Kondo, actually, I was prepared that day for you to threaten me, bully me, and violate me. Don't you like this kind of 'silencing me' method—a direct sexual transaction? Do you prefer to be a bystander?"
Kondo, you wouldn't be thinking of using me as a tool for trading, posting videos online to control me, would you?
Neither of them?
Salt rice balls.
library.
I owe you money again.
Why... why do you only tell me to study hard?

It was a false alarm.
Ryuzoji loosened his fist, and his anger and heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Asama, you're truly a wicked person. (End of Chapter)