Tokyo Wingman King

Tutoring session ended.

Kohinata, dragging two other cram school students whose brains were already severely overloaded, bid farewell to Ryuzoji Seiwa and [Shinichiro Kondo].

"Don't do anything weird to the class monitor, you're a disqualified teacher!"

Sakai, who had been watching Asama as he completed half an extra exam paper, bent over, crossed his arms, and made a harmless face at Asama before the elevator doors closed.

She was met with a look of concern tinged with intense insult.

Agitated, Sakai was held by Serizawa's shoulders, while Kohinata promptly pressed the elevator's close button.

The closing elevator doors silenced Sakai's commotion.

Asama and Ryuzoji, who were still standing in the elevator lobby, couldn't help but exchange a glance.

Asama noticed a blush creeping onto the pretty face of [Forbidden Flower], who was frowning.

Your anger level is full, but you can't vent it on an idiot?

She has the heart of a bodhisattva.

Asama gained even more appreciation for Ryuzoji, who was often angry, because he, Asama Shizumi, was also someone who couldn't bear to get angry at idiots.

As Somerset Maugham said in *Virtue*, "If you get angry because of other people's stupidity, you'll probably spend your whole life in anger."

That's right. Just like bacteria, idiots in this world are hard to eradicate. We can only learn to coexist with them. We need to learn to stay away from incurable harmful bacteria and idiots and select idiots that can serve as probiotics as our partners.

If you really wanted to argue with an idiot, Poch would have driven him crazy long ago.

Seeing Asama's expression of deep agreement, Ryuzoji turned his head to the side and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.
"If you dare to do anything bad, I can't guarantee you'll live to see tomorrow's sun."

Asama saw that Ryuzoji seemed even angrier, his face turning red, and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Taking anger out on others is not a virtue, class monitor."

What are you talking about?

"Please maintain your virtue."

"Hmph, I don't need someone like you to remind me."

Ryuzoji's expression softened. He walked into the apartment room, knocked on the door, and said...

"What are you still standing outside for? Come in and talk to me."

Seeing that Ryuzoji still had a lot to say, Asama nodded.

Is our class monitor the type who responds better to gentle persuasion than force?

Wearing slippers, Ryuzoji Chanwa had changed her hairstyle again, tying her hair into a medium ponytail with a silver-gray ribbon. She placed a cup of freshly brewed green tea on the coffee table, which was just filled with study materials.

Asama recognized the origin of the tea – Maojian tea that had been languishing in his love counseling department for a long time.

Phoenix Institute did a great job!
The only person who can sell tea to Ryuzoji Temple is Ryuzoji's good friend, Phoenix Temple.

Asama was quite familiar with the teacup that Ryuzoji brought out; it was a charity souvenir sold by the Dead Samurai band.

Because of the Shinazugawa (Amazing River) brand, 90% of the charity souvenirs are priced affordably, making them accessible to students. However, if we exclude the artistic value of Shinazugawa's designs or the collectible value of limited editions, the profit margin on these souvenirs is actually quite high.

This isn't a big problem. From the moment banknotes were invented, humanity stopped believing in the intrinsic value of goods.

Perhaps it was the guidance of the girl with money power, or the advice of the Shinazugawa family's advisory group, but the funds of the Death Samurai Charity Foundation, led by Shinazugawa, easily outpaced the depreciation of the yen. Asama was always pleased with Shinazugawa's clever adaptability and ability to adopt the opinions of others.

Asama blew twice into the steaming tea, took a small sip, and then heard Ryuzoji ask,

"How does this tea taste?"

"Is this Chinese tea? It's a bit bitter."

Ryuzoji's face immediately turned cold.

"You're such a grown-up, are you afraid of hardship? Is this your first time drinking tea?"

"I've certainly had Huaxia tea before, but this is probably the first time I've tasted this flavor."

"Are you implying that it's a bit bitter because I made it?"

Ryūzō-ji revealed a dangerous expression again, and even the sandalwood scent emanating from him became dangerous, as if the scent came from the Little Thunder Temple that was dealing with Tang Sanzang.

"No, tea is meant to be a little bitter. Well done, class monitor."

Ryuzoji let out a cold laugh.
"Heh, now that you've drunk the tea I brewed, you should tell me what you're planning to do next, right?"

Asama exclaimed in surprise.
"Is this some kind of forced sale? I'll spit out the tea right now."

"If you dare to dirty my cup, the price you'll pay won't be just one piece of information, but ten."

Is this mug with the Death Knight logo your personal mug?

Asama felt a little embarrassed to vomit the tea, so he resisted the urge to take out an alcohol wipe to disinfect the rim of the mug and simply put it aside.

"I don't think the class monitor needs to investigate this thoroughly even if he wants to help that Alice Kujou. Let the adults handle the adult matters."

"You also admit that there must be something hidden behind the suicide of Midori Kamiya from Class 15, Grade 3 of KKIS, by jumping onto the train, right?"

"This is indeed none of your business, but of course, if you want to cause trouble for your family, I won't stop you."

So what secrets is [FAB] hiding?

"I don't know. I've said it many times, I'm just here to teach. I'm only involved in this mess because I'm an adult, and I'm a teacher too."

"So, sir, how do you intend to resolve this matter? If they intend to silence us, there will surely be a second and a third victim."

"I haven't decided yet. Most of the international students have been deported, so we can only start the investigation with those who are still in Japan, such as the group that [KID] is planning to recruit."

Upon hearing the news that Yamagata was going to incorporate the scattered [FAB] soldiers, Ryuzoji lowered his eyes slightly and asked,
"Do you think it's possible that [KID] did it?"

"If you're so curious, then infiltrate [KID] as soon as possible, class president. If you can replace Yamagata Ariaki and turn [KID] into Kujo Alice's thing, you can get out of this lousy place sooner."

"Do you think I'm just a tool in the power struggles of the Kujo family?"

"My main point is to get out of this lousy place as soon as possible."

Ryuzoji smiled slightly, looking at Asama with a confident expression, and said,
"If I want to leave, Alice Kujo can't stop me."

"So, is it a sense of justice that brought you here?"

Ryuzoji didn't answer, but instead asked a question in return.
"So, it was a sense of justice that brought you here?" Her tone suddenly softened, and her words seemed to carry a strange pity.

"Didn't I tell you before that I came here for a deal?"

Ryuzoji stared at Asama's chest; the sentence on his T-shirt suddenly became eye-catching.

"[This is not out of kindness]?"

"The class monitor hasn't answered my question yet."

"My reasons may be more selfish than yours; I just want to understand myself."

"Oh, so how much do you understand now?"

Ryuzoji gave Asama a complicated look and sighed.
"At least I know that my preferences have never changed."

"Really? Congratulations. Now that you have the answer to what you wanted to know, may I leave now?"

Ryuzoji Seiha glanced at the green tea that Asama had only taken a sip of, and said...
"Get out of here."

"How dare you talk to a teacher like that? You're a disqualified class monitor."

"You're the one who made me the class monitor; if we're talking about who's unqualified, it's you who's unqualified."

Asama shrugged and stood up.
"I can't afford to offend you. I won't disturb your work."

Ryuzoji Chanwa took on two more translation jobs that evening, and it seems she plans to finish them tonight.

When the word "work" was mentioned, Asama suddenly remembered Kujo Yoshiaki's request, and added,
"By the way, I need to ask for leave the day after tomorrow. I was planning to teach English, but I'd appreciate it if you could cover one of my tutoring classes. I'll prepare the lesson plan for you tomorrow."

Upon hearing Asama's words, Ryuzoji's brows, which had been relaxed for a long time, furrowed again.

Why can't I come for tutoring the day after tomorrow?

Something came up and I was delayed.

"Really? More important than the students' future?"

"You people don't need this knowledge to change your future, do you? If you just do something kind, Serizawa and Sakai can live the life that many company presidents' wives dream of."

"How dare you say such a thing? Where is your sense of shame as a teacher? Young master of the Kujo family, where is your compassion?"

Asama chuckled.
"How can you still believe this rumor? If I really had that surname, I wouldn't have any kindness. If I didn't have that surname, it wouldn't matter if I had kindness."

No, if your surname is Asama, you will have kindness, and your kindness will have an effect.

Ryuzoji did not say these words aloud.

The girl simply closed her eyes and waved impatiently, wanting Asama to disappear from her sight as soon as possible.

Ryuzoji only breathed a sigh of relief when Asama walked into the elevator. She was somewhat reluctant to admit that during the 40 minutes they had been alone together, she had wanted to confront him three times and join his actions.

As for other thoughts, even more arose.

Mushizouji Cicada, wake up!
Ryuzoji buried his body in the pillow.

He said he had something to do and asked for leave. Does that mean he's going to a dinner party at the Nijo family's house?
Didn't Yaojia say he wouldn't go?

Since the claim that "[Asama Shizumizu went to further her studies]" is a complete lie.

So why did he tell the relationship counseling department that he wouldn't go?

Will he continue investigating KKIS's dirty deeds, or will he secretly attend the dinner party again?
Could it be that he intends to choose a concubine at the banquet, just like the one from the Takatsukasa family?

That boring matchmaking event seems like something I absolutely have to attend.

Ryuzoji thought to himself as he sat up and bit the rim of his mug.

"Ah Shui, Ah Shui, you deliberately let us win, didn't you?"

Asama had just returned to the hotel and was about to reply to Yuuki Yuria's message when Pochi called.

As the proctor, she supervised the twins as they completed their final test.

Konoe Yuori and Konoe Saya passed Asama's test with only a passing grade.

"You're the one who really let them get away with it, aren't you, Proctor Pochi? What benefits did you get from them?"

"Hey! Ah Shui, how dare you slander someone's innocence like this?! How utterly despicable!"

“Yes, yes, the boss is very strict!” Konoe Saya exclaimed.

“Agreed. The stature and nobility of Sister Pochi surpasses even the ‘Motherland Calling’ statue in Volgograd,” Konoe Yuori echoed.

Is it more than 8000 tons of Bochi?
“Especially her breasts, Boss, she’s a woman who could be my mother,” Konoe Saya said obsequiously.

"Addendum: even the Statue of Liberty would pale in comparison to Sister Pochi's intelligent and resolute gaze!"

Compared to the stone eyes of the Statue of Liberty, do wisdom and perseverance truly exist in Pochettino's eyes?

Asama only heard Pochi's smug replies like "Oh, no, no."

How could I have been fooled by two little devils?
You idiot, Pochi!

If a child is bullied, the only recourse is to confront the other child's parents.

Asama is ready to fight back-to-back with [Pochi, who is wrapped in bandages everywhere] and break through the Konoe family.

He had long disliked these arrogant and stinking nobles!

Huh? What are you thinking about?

"Jing Shui Jun, remember to get some rest early!"

The voice of the Great God of the Second Hour came over.

Out of curiosity, she also took a test.

Surprisingly, even though the Great God didn't get Asama's review materials, he still got a high score of 96.

This is all thanks to her hard work in studying the books in the relationship counseling department these past few days.

"Well, Yuehai should get some rest too. If Boqi is snoring, let her sleep with her followers."

"You idiot, Ah Shui! Who's snoring in their sleep?! You even talk in your sleep!"

"Big Sister, what kind of sleep-talking does Asama-nii-san say? Amatiras? Or Wubba lubba dub dub?"

"Foolish. With Asama-nii's hair color, even if he's talking in his sleep, it must be something like 'I am the only one who matters in the world.'"

"Yuori is the biggest idiot! Can't you see Asama-nii's magnanimous heart?"

“Ignorance. Small-minded people always take the pronouncements of adults who take things for granted as arrogance.”

Amidst the twins' noisy chatter, Asama said goodnight to Futami and Pochi and hung up the phone.

Asama collapsed onto the bed.

If it weren't for Konoe Takuma's protection, these twins who had no parents or home would have been devoured by the Konoe family long ago, right?
So, given that Konoe Takuma is protecting me, why should I meddle in other people's business?
There are so many people in the world who are merely tools; is it to satisfy one's own sense of justice to dismantle their tool-like nature?

Even in something as simple as this, I hesitate and worry; I clearly lack the talent to be a superior person.

Today's social interactions were overwhelming; I'm a bit tired.

Asama closed his eyes.

I'm going to visit Ichijo's house tomorrow. Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Ichijo.

However, the old man didn't plan to meet him at home, but instead chose to meet him at Senso-ji Temple.

Is this strategy, similar to that of the Takatsukasa family, intended to publicly declare the relationship between Asama Shizumizu and the Ichijo family?

Demanding such compensation is not unacceptable.

If his personal relationship with Ichiro had been better, I-san would have had less pressure. The rumors that arose from his trip to Konoe's house during summer vacation caused Masumi a great deal of trouble.

Will Ichiro bring Ichiro Kazuya, the heir of the Ichiro family, with him?
My phone rang.

It was a text message from Mai.

She posted a photo, a picture of herself with another person.

He knew that person too—Tsukihan Chuanweihua
It's normal for Mai to be out at this time, as she's attending a training course; she probably just finished class.

Why is Han Chuan wandering around outside this month?

Did she come here specifically to follow her idol? Of course he knew that Tsukikawa Mika was a fan of the Dead Samurai, but shouldn't she have been a fan of F-san before?
Asama was a little curious: how did Tsukihanakawa become a fan of Mai?

It's important to understand that becoming a fan of Shinazugawa is like developing cataracts – an irreversible physical transformation.

So, when did our Miss Mai learn magic?

What was Mai trying to prove by sending him this photo?

No, given her pride, she wouldn't do something so childish.

Not long after, another message arrived.

"Not going home late at night, music fan, Yuehanchuan, Weihua. Going home for the night, goodnight."

Asama immediately understood what Majima was doing.

Female fans with nowhere to go, and idols who take their fans home.

It sounds like some kind of immoral erotic novel.

In fact, it was a bold act of kindness.

Even if a kind person offers a place for a music fan to stay overnight, they should not let their guard down.

As expected of Mai Majima, the rational one in the love counseling department.

The text message that Jiandao sent him, like the one he sent to his family to share his ride late at night, is a safety guarantee behind his good deed.

Asama quickly replied with a text message.
Bringing strangers home is not a good idea. Contact me if you have any questions. Please be mindful of your privacy. Goodnight.

Jiandao replied with a smiley face instantly.

In Asama's eyes, Mai Majima was the least worrisome person, the one who knew best what she was doing and what she wanted to do.

He was also the most stubborn person.

Therefore, in order to support Ms. Mai's career, some preparations must be completed behind the scenes in advance.

Her snobbish relatives might be involved with rental girlfriend platforms and beauty salons that sell her information.
These risks were eliminated one by one by Komaba, Takishima, and Daiki long ago.

As Mai Majima races towards a bright future, he won't allow anyone to disturb her.

Of course, Asama also didn't forgive himself for making her stay up all night knitting.

If the store had any qi and blood enhancement medicine, he would have exchanged it for Jiandao long ago.

Unfortunately, he didn't have any, and even if he did, he wouldn't have enough points—and he would never earn points through the Soul Mate system.

In other words, that's all the support I have for Mai Majima.

Just as most people wouldn't sell their house to pay off a friend's debts, he wouldn't be willing to cross his own bottom line, which is actually very loose and flexible, for them.

Therefore, as the boundaries of goodwill were drawn again and again, he became increasingly clear that his feelings for them could only go so far.

The more I think about matters of the heart, the more tormented I feel.

Asama decided to suppress the last vestiges of shame in his despicable heart and began another day of studying coding problems.

Completely forgetting that he still had a message to reply to. (End of Chapter)