Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 173 Chapter 170. Subway attack and after-sleep ambush [Happy Birthday to Rise Immortal]

When the three Asamas arrived in Tokyo, night had completely fallen.

Fusukawa unexpectedly followed Asama and Futami, and the three of them got on the train bound for the south together.

The Mita Line itself is a very busy line. After being expanded to 2022 carriages in 8, the congestion situation will not change.

Because it was the weekend, the three of them happened to hit the evening rush hour. People on the subway who had just gotten off work and people who were going home were crowded together like sardines.

Although it is not like the morning rush hour, where pushers are required to push passengers onto the bus like piglets on a slaughterhouse truck, the number of passengers is actually the same as the rush hour situation in TV dramas.

Asama's schoolbag was pinched by the door before she got into the car smoothly.He even had the urge to trip over a few middle-aged uncles to make some space for Futami and Immortal River.

There are many people reading in the car with pocket books.

I feel that there are just as many Japanese people who are keen on holding books to avoid looking at each other as there are Japanese who wear masks to avoid looking at each other.Because of the large base, there is no shame in studying in Japan. If you were in a city in your previous life, studying on the subway would most likely be considered an act of pretending to be 13.

Asama didn't read. First of all, his posture didn't allow him to read, and his hands were kidnapped.

At this time, he and the two girls were standing by the car door. Asama had his back to the car door, and Fusugawa Rise and Futami Tsukimi were facing him, standing close to his left and right arms.

The faint scent of laurel and pine came from their bodies, penetrated the defense of the masks, and reached Asama's temporal lobe of the brain.

Rather than the stinging gazes of the crowd, Asama paid more attention to the movements of the middle-aged men behind the two girls.

In real life, idiots on the subway are not as frequent as they appear in animated novels. People who are close to Futami and the Immortal River consciously keep their distance.

Compared to Asama's wary eyes, perhaps it was their unconventional charm that made the uncles feel ashamed of themselves.

The appearance of some people is as if it has its own highlights, and is spotless in the troubled world.

Wearing masks does not diminish their charm at all. Fusukawa's idol temperament and Futami's graceful figure are like candlelight in the dark night, making people unable to ignore them.

In order to support their bodies, the two girls unanimously chose a one-hand wall-dumping posture. Although Asama was not very tall, she still controlled herself not to look at the ruffled off-shoulder shirt and The snow-white scenery hidden in the work dress with two buttons unbuttoned.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have pretended to be a knight. I would have just turned my back and wouldn't have had this trouble.

The train shook for a while, and Futami took the opportunity to stick to Asama and ask the Immortal River.

"I rarely ran into Rise on the subway before."

Due to inertia, Fusukawa's left arm and Asama's left arm were also tightly stuck together.

"I've changed my place~ The short-term rental apartment has expired. Starting this month, I will move to Yingmei's house, saving a lot of money."

As the exposed skin under the short sleeves rubbed against each other, there was an endless stream of electrostatic ions called youth troubles, and the attraction brought by the electrostatic field made Asama unable to help but stiffen.

"Which station does Rishi sit at?"

"Meguro~ Welcome to my place~"

Immortal River smiled and pointed at his pupils as he answered.

"Which station does Xiaoyue live at?"

"Platinum Takanawa."

"That's really close."

When the subway arrived at the station midway, a new wave of passengers came in. The chat atmosphere and stable standing between the three were broken, and the density of the carriage became higher.

The carriage was suddenly upgraded from a sardine can to a toothpick box.

Even if passengers do not have armrests to stabilize their bodies, they can still maintain basic balance through shoulder bumps, elbow bumps, foot steps, etc. from people around them.

Asama used the bone-shrinking technique to make the distance between the three of them disappear.

"Feel sorry."

Futami's low words were like a charge horn, and the girl's soft body pressed tightly against Asama's body, a tight fit.

The light summer clothes made him feel like a human thermometer.

Futami's body temperature is very hot. Could it be that she has a fever?

Immortal River was squeezed by the strong back of a woman in her 20s, who was also pressed tightly against his side.

"Robert-kun, how does it feel to be a sandwich cookie?~"

Immortal River looked at him innocently. He knew that Immortal River was talking about the situation in which he was surrounded by a group of passengers.

But he still couldn't help but focus on his arms.

Taking off the □□□ star, his reason forced him to reply,
"I think it's compressed biscuits."

But to no avail.

The train was traveling at high speed, and Asama found that his heartbeat was beating uncontrollably. It would not be impossible if Fusukawa invited him to join her band, or to become a drummer.

I don’t know if the air-conditioning in the car is insufficient or the passengers are exhaling too much hot air.

A layer of sweat quickly appeared on Asama's forehead, Futami's face turned red, and Fusugawa's ears also turned red.

"Robert-kun, what is your dream today?"

Fusukawa suddenly raised his head, and his hat fell off. Asama, who could only move his wrist, used a hook to hold the visor of his hat.

Asama gestured to Fusukawa to pick up his hat and replied,
"Have a healthy heart."

Fusukawa took the hat, stretched out his hand to put it on with difficulty, and suddenly pinched Asama's wrist with his hand.

"Hey~ Is the dream that has been realized also a dream? Robert-kun has a big and active heart~"

It was the first time that a vitality idol held hands like this, and Asama almost held his breath and disappeared.

There was no ambiguous tone at all, but it made him feel a little dazed.

There was no topic. Futami, who had been lowering his eyebrows, let out a soft "Yeah", and Asama felt a hand hugging him behind him.

When he looked at Er Jian, he actually saw the little devil's smile as if he had succeeded in committing evil for the first time.

Could this train be bound for Kisaragi Station?It is simply the endless hell of adolescence.
After getting off at Shiba Park Station and bidding farewell to Futami and Fusukawa, Asama, who was physically and mentally exhausted, bought the latest issue of the magazine at a convenience store.

The whispers and nose scent still linger.

It is impossible to get out of the maze of youth just by looking at Matisse's imaginative geography of Eastern elements.

Looking at Constance Tenwick's small circle scene-like portraits, creating "super-emotional paintings" that focus on the reality around her, Asama changed the protagonists of the portrait to two young girls today.

Humans are indeed sensory creatures.

He somewhat understood Momonga's complicated feelings for Albedo.

By artificially increasing the favorability to the extreme, it will distort an existence that should be self-consistent.

Because of himself, the equality of Immortal River is gone, and the independence of Futami is gone.

Helping them regain their original attributes is the top priority. How can they indulge in the affection of beautiful girls like taking advantage of others' danger?
It's not that girls who take the initiative don't cherish themselves, but the balance of love makes them give up self-protection.

On the subway, should those thoughts wrapped in force majeure need to be rebuffed decisively and coldly?
The wandering lonely soul does not need a place of bondage.

However, aloof souls have the responsibility to make them, who have lost their subjectivity because of themselves, become people again as their names suggest.

The price of being noble is to pay any price.

I felt that I had a good consciousness, so I stayed with Er Jian today to lower my rosy aura and concentrate on thinking about things for her.

But now he is a little shaken.

Having already shouldered the lives of Bochi, Futami, and Majima for the next few years, does Asama still need to meddle in adding more Sisyphus stones to the top of the mountain?

Immortal River's love is restrained, but what's the heaviness behind the restraint?Qianjian didn't dare to think deeply.

Ordinary people are just so incompetent.

After being immersed in helplessness, anger, entanglement, pain, etc. for a long time, a flower of answers cannot bloom.

In fact, there are many problems and many indifferent and meaningless paths. As long as you open your heart to the other side, you can reshape the meaning of something.Such as a pilgrimage to a non-existent god, or a tribute to a long-dead hero.

However, the fate of those with shadow power should be a secret matter.

Even for an ordinary person, Asama Shisui, he didn't want his fate to be too entangled with other threads.

Every time he encounters unreasonable love charges from girls, Asama always spends a lot of time repairing the wall of his heart.

As a result, many more important and urgent matters have been delayed.

Ouch!Ouch!Ouch!
On a summer night in Tokyo's Shiba Park, people walking on the street listened to the sound and looked at an inconspicuous guy, like a cybernetic psycho, banging his head all the way and muttering something to himself.

Indescribable fear rose in their hearts, and passers-by avoided them.

"Pochi, are you feeling better?"

"Well, Ah Shui is back."

Turning on the light, Pochi got out of the quilt with a messy golden hair on his head.

"Have you slept all day? You guy, do you want to stay up all night?"

"You've done all the housework, what can I do? Besides, Ah Shui, didn't you ask me to have a good rest?"

Seeing that Pochi had the energy to retaliate, Asama walked into the bathroom with confidence and prepared to take a bath.

After Asama used 52-degree water and a lot of steam to raise her body temperature, she sat on a stool and used cold water of about 35 degrees to cool down her hot body temperature.

After the blood vessels have contracted, take a bath to allow yourself to generate heat again and expand the blood vessels, and then pour cold water.

Generally speaking, one cold and one hot will cause wind chill.

But many sauna places say that the combination of cold and heat can regulate the body and mind.Just like the earth's day and night, the alternation of summer and winter, the era of magma and the ice age, this kind of relaxation, calmness and enthusiasm contains the true meaning of life.

I really hope they can pour a basin of cold water on themselves.

Asama walked out of the bathroom after soaking her whole body until she was red, and immediately looked for Porchi.

The blond girl was leaning on the corner of the bed, her hair slightly arranged, her lips very light, leaning against the wall, flipping through the novel "The Golden Death".

"Tanizaki Junichiro?"

"It's this person."

Asama did not go to the desk. Instead, he put the magazine on the coffee table without even picking up a book, and then he fell back and sank into the sofa.

"What did Ah Shui go out for today? Did you go to donate blood? You look exhausted?"

I thought for a moment that today was for charity, so I nodded.

"Hey! Are you really going to donate blood?"

Pochi finally lost his weakness when speaking, and asked Asama in surprise.

"Seeing that you lost blood today, I wanted to do something nice and good."

Asama closed her eyes and kept talking nonsense.

"By the way, Pochi, does the brown sugar ginger tea taste good?"

"Yes, China's Chinese herbal medicine is really amazing. By the way, Ah Shui, if you are always so kind, be careful not to live long."

"Maybe it's good news. Didn't someone say they want to stay until I die?"

The blonde girl put down her book completely and leaned against Asama on the sofa.

"Well, when it comes to treating pets, Ah Shui is so bad that he can live for 200 years."

"Pochi, have you taken a shower?"

"???"

"The human smell is relatively weak, and the dog smell is coming back."

"Damn Ah Shui!"

As if Porchi was fully resurrected, he began to move around with himself. Asama also put on props to cheer up, and chased Porchi around the room.

Asama couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was indeed of Maozi's blood.

Pochi came out of the shower, and Asama went into the bathroom to wash his clothes. When he came out, the blond girl sat down on a stool, leaning on the back of the chair and looking at him with a smile.

"Is Ah Shui robbing me of my salary?"

"These two days are considered paid leave for you."

"Hey, only two days? You black-hearted guy!"

"Given your pedigree, you are out of step with the times by not working 60 hours a week."

Asama tried her best to avoid Bochi's milky white thighs during the awkward conversation.

"Don't you want to read the book?"

"Ah Shui is a beautiful book~"

"I know, I'll get you some antipyretic medicine later."

"There are only suppositories in the medicine box at home, right? Then give me a shot, Ah Shui~"

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After drying the clothes, Asama urged Pochi, who had been sleeping all day, to go to bed.

Before turning off the lights, Pochi suddenly said something.

"Ah Shui, I believe that good people will be rewarded."

"Ah, go to sleep quickly. If you want to be a good person, you must first be a human being."

"Idiot Ah Shui."

Porky mumbled the lid of his cup.

Unexpectedly, within 2 minutes, there was the sound of even breathing.

Do good people get rewarded?

Those who feel that good intentions will be rewarded with good intentions are the same type of people as those who feel that as long as they work hard, they will be rewarded.

Releasing good intentions and efforts is a permanent state. These people can just immerse themselves in the state. Too much pursuit of results will make them get out of this state.

Therefore, don’t tell good people that good people are rewarded.Such words will destroy the avenue.

Fusukawa Rise used the 5000 million he gave her to successfully photograph Chiyo Konoe's "Daigo Dinner" within the deadline.

Let’s clean up the house tomorrow morning. After all, four girls, 1, 2, 3, and 4, are coming here to take exams and hold department team building.

Fusukawa and Ichijo couldn't kidnap their time to the love counseling department, and Futami didn't focus on helping him at all. The only person he could truly rely on in the future was the diligent and studious Kamimashira Kunimajima Mai. .

Jiandao hasn't recovered yet, and he wonders if he will feel embarrassed when he meets strange netizens like Boqi and Ichijo tomorrow.

While thinking wildly, Asama, who had a physical strength of 4, fell into a deep sleep.

And Pochi, who had slept all day, opened her big bright eyes again.

　Thanks to the bosses of [Book Friends 20180106062417828] [Robotech] [Lu Ye Ci] for the reward.

　　Thank you bosses for your support. During this time, the child has had a cold and fever for three days in a row, and he really doesn’t have the energy or thought to update.

　　I'll just take a look at it in the next two days, thank you for your understanding.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)