Tokyo Wingman King

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The table tennis ball was ruthlessly blocked by the table net. After the force and spin were removed by the net, it landed on the table and bounced.

11-6, Nijo wins.

Nijo Rena, who was wearing a red koi pattern yukata, wiped her sweat and had a nice flush on her face.

She herself didn't expect that she could beat the opponent, but after the whole game, the great teacher didn't seem to show any signs of giving up.

His focused eyes don't deceive anyone, nor do his professional postures of squatting with both legs, forehand pulls and looping balls.

Seeing the way he played table tennis, everyone present felt as if Asama Shisui was possessed by a Chinese.

It was obviously very powerful, but unexpectedly unlucky.

Maybe it's because he's too persistent in trying to get by on the sidelines.

Takishima, who was wearing a blue koi pattern yukata, whistled, stood up and clapped.

"WOW~ Even the Empire Destruction Dragon can't stop Rena-sama's super-killing PINGPONGPANG ball~"

"Shut up!"

Takishima shrugged, then smiled at the referee Arima who had just sat back on the high chair,

"I originally thought it was the coach who was talking about it. It seems like the great teacher's acting skills have become even more proficient, right?"

Arima knew that he was probably talking about Asama playing tennis at Gokyoin's house.

Professional and clear positioning, clean counterattacks, and a bad score. At that time, he felt that Asama's defeat had nothing to do with his level.

"Hide your clumsiness without insulting others is a gentleman's behavior. It is not a serious occasion, so entertainment is naturally more important than competition. This game is exciting enough."

Ma and Asama were the only ones in the room who were not wearing yukata. The young master and the ladies also seemed to like the custom of wearing yukata after bathing in the hot springs.

"There is a horse, go on."

Komaba worked as a bartender, controlling a complex robotic arm that only he could master, shaking everyone's alcohol-free cocktails. He just threw Arima's drink along the bar, a special drink called "Glimmer Dreamland" .

"Thank you."

Arima is not very familiar with Komaba Mitsuki, who has said he will re-enroll in the next semester, but since he is a good friend of O-sensei, there should be no problem with him, right?

Today is just my first contact with him, and I always feel that although I don’t know him well, he is very familiar with me. Maybe it’s because Teacher Da often talks about himself with his friends?

"It's a little thicker than the first one just now. If you think it's too sweet, I'll add some ice for you."

"Well, no need."

Nijo did not go to his boyfriend, but sat between Hanzawa Erika, who was wearing a purple platycodon pattern yukata, and Yamashita Rei, who was wearing a conspicuous dahlia yukata.

The match between Ryuzaki and Daiki is still ongoing.

But the audience is very small, and there is a feeling of loneliness in a KTV where you are singing seriously, but everyone is drinking and punching and is too lazy to listen to you.

There are only three real viewers, Asama Shizuzu, Yamashita Rei,

And the referee of this round—Mai Majima, who was wearing an old yukata with a calamus pattern on a dark blue background.

"Daiki scores, 3-0, Ryuzaki serves."

Ryuzaki had an obvious advantage in the first three boards, but in the subsequent tug-of-war, Daiki's strength and speed were obviously superior. A short backhand return was enough to rival Ryuzaki's volley.

"I didn't expect your defense to be so bad."

Ryuzaki folded his hands in front of his chest, holding the ball and said to Dahui. He was also reflecting on himself in his heart. It was because he underestimated Dahui's sensitivity and simply pursued speed that he suffered three losses in a row. Next, he planned to increase the spin left and right. The ball, on the one hand mobilizes Dahui to consume physical strength, and on the other hand adjusts the rhythm changes through left and right spin balls.

boom!
Pong!
"Thanks for the compliment."

"You are very vigilant."

"Deserved respect."

But soon, the referees of both of them were not interested in watching their game.

Because Futami Tsukiumi and Fusugawa Rise walked to the table tennis table.

According to the two girls, they only know a little bit about table tennis.

According to the way the big teacher talks, it seems that we can see at least one WTT level game, right?

The referee for this round is Asama, the loser from the previous round.

"Don't be partial~Master~~~"

Takishima smiled.

"You have to concentrate on watching the football, Teacher~"

Komaba toasted Asama.

You shouldn't come here to play table tennis.

The young owner of the hotel, Komaba, prepared the place in advance, and Rena Nijo used the hook of "The great teacher will come to play table tennis" to successfully invite Fusugawa, Futami, and Shimajima.

Want to arrange a Shura field for him?

too naive.

Asama took out a coin from his coin purse and tossed it upwards. He heard the coin make a crisp buzzing sound and was covered by Asama on the back of his hand.

Fusukawa did a few stretching exercises, and the furi sleeves of his butterfly-patterned yukata slipped off, revealing his marble-white arms as soft as clouds.

"Xiaoyue, guess first~"

Futami, who was wearing a camellia pattern yukata, had already taken a defensive stance.
"I'll just guess [correct]."

Asama removed the upper hand and revealed the 500 face value on the coin.

"The Immortal River serves first."

Immortal River spun the racket twice in his hand and pointed it at Futami.

"Huhu~ It seems that luck is on my side today~ Xiaoyue, be careful~ Hehe~"

"Don't underestimate me! Rise-chan."

The two girls started a passionate battle on the table tennis table that was no less than that of Arima and Takishima before.

The forehand and backhand switch between offense and defense at high speed, and they compete with each other in maneuvers and counter-moves. The two girls don't look like they only know a little bit.

The dense sound of table tennis balls colliding with tabletops and rackets made onlookers feel as if they were listening to a spring shower.

Asama felt that he was too close to the table. If he followed the ball at this frequency, he might shake his head and get a concussion.

Compared to Futami's elegance and stability, Fusukawa's movements are more confusing.

Er Jian took a step back and swung a serious smash. The ping pong ball fell quickly after bouncing, but Fusukawa easily hooked the ball up. Then Fushimikawa swiped the ball to the other corner, and Fussukawa caught it with his backhand. Fussukawa retreated farther away and did it. He hit a small ball, but Immortal Sichuan stepped forward and struck back with a pull. But Er Jian did not panic, turned around and hit hard, and a ball passed through the side of the table net, landed on the bottom line of the table and bounced.

Er Jian wiped his sweat, smiled at the Immortal River, and said,
"Although you attacked first, I won the first point."

The girls started the second round of attack and defense.

Infected by the passion of the women's team, the intensity of Ryuzaki and Dahui's game suddenly increased. Both men were almost pressed against the wall in order to return the opponent's thrusts.

Qianjian, who was listening to the voice recognition skills, fell silent.

How come these neon people are better at playing table tennis than me, a Chinese?
After Daiki defeated Ryuzaki, the game between Komaba and Yamashita was played on the other table.

After Yamashita Rei defeated Komaba Mitsuki who was wearing an exoskeleton device and holding a racket in both hands with 11-0 at the speed of light, the match between Futami and Fusugawa had not yet been decided.

Immortal Sichuan suddenly exerted his strength at 6-6 in the middle game, and added twisting and pulling movements in his counterattack. He was unable to defend himself the second time, and the score was rewritten to 9-6.

Futami was trailing 10-6. When the game entered the match point, he took advantage of a mistake by Fusigawa and quickly took advantage of the opportunity ball to score a point. He also used fast serves and side kicks to chase the score to 10-10.

Unfortunately, her unstoppable pursuit of points was interrupted by a squat lift from Immortal River.

The yukata slid down from Fusukawa's shoulders, and his entire shoulders were exposed, as if he was not wearing a yukata at this moment, but a strapless evening dress. Asama coughed and signaled Fusukawa to tidy up his clothes.

Facing Asama, Fusukawa pulled up his clothes, winked, and said with a smile,

"Was the ball just right? Robert-kun, you were actually planning to return the ball like this before~"

Asama replied expressionlessly,

"11-10, the game continues, you still serve."

Futami did not expect that the Immortal River would suddenly launch an offensive against Asama. He instantly gathered momentum and prepared to smash, but in the first round of the return ball, the backhand ball from behind by the Immortal River ended.

"12-10. Immortal River wins."

Watching Futami Tsukiumi hit the ball back with a reflexive punch, Fusugawa smiled and said,
"If Xiaoyue is also a two-sword style, maybe this ball was cut by the starburst air flow~"

Nijo Reina took a sip of [Lost Wind] and said with emotion,

"It's so scary, Rise Immortal."

Hanzawa Erihua and Yamashita Rei couldn't help but nodded. Although they couldn't understand, they could vaguely feel the amazing momentum of Jin Wu and Yue Rabbit behind them. It seemed that what they wanted to hit was not the ball on the court, but someone's head.

"It might have been a little more intense if those of us who were in the way weren't there."

Komaba shook the shaker cup, poured the red drink into Ryuzaki's cup, and added 200 ml of spicy soda water.

Ryuzaki had no interest in Asama's romantic comedies. He drank half a cup of the special drink and looked at Komaba Mitsuki.

"Komaba, the reason why you left Eiwa was not just the sports festival, right? Was it arranged by Asama?"

Komaba released the robotic arm device, spread out his hands, rested on the bar countertop that had been polished like a mirror by the robot, and said with a smile,

"In fact, the great teacher doesn't like to arrange people. He likes everyone to choose according to their own will. However, this will cannot go against his will. Isn't it interesting?"

"Then why do you want to come back next semester?"

"It doesn't matter if I tell you, because before I left, I didn't know Yinghe was so fun~"

The main reason is that the true identity of Asama Shisui has not been discovered before.

Shimajima, who was sent away by Hanzawa in the first game, has recovered his strength and proposed 2V2.

Fusukawa and Futami agreed with both hands, but they entered into a long discussion on who should team up with Asama.

A bloodless and tearless Romance of the Three Kingdoms is about to unfold, and everyone at the bar is silently ignoring it, unwilling to give Asama an excuse to escape.

After borrowing Komaba's notebook to deal with student council matters, Arima stretched his waist comfortably and took a sip of lemon mint water.

Soaking in extreme-temperature hot springs and engaging in high-intensity duels with Takishima made the brain more flexible in processing work.

Seeing that Ryuzaki and Komaba were actually talking happily, Arima smiled to himself.

Today, thanks to Teacher Da, he rarely enjoyed leisure time again. This was a state of relaxation that he had never experienced at home.

[Friend] is indeed a good medicine to cure fatigue.

However, staying with a group of people for a long time will inevitably lead to selfishness. What would the great teacher do in this situation?

For these friends, great teachers are mostly supportive, which means they do not restrict other people’s selfish desires. But what would he do if his friend turned out to be someone like Konoe?

Even some great men have suffered from communication problems.

Looking at Asama who was surrounded by three girls, he felt that his figure overlapped somewhat with Mr. Teruya's.

Three views of integrity, [Four Whatevers], are more inspiring words than [Zhaowu Family Instructions];
Feng Ping was both a womanizer, but he knew that these two men were gentlemen who would never hand over their feelings easily;

Every time a problem is solved, corresponding responsibilities must be shouldered, so the unmarried Mr. Teruwu has five more children in his family.

Aren't Futami-san and Majima-san as heavy to Asama as he, Akina, and Touya are to Mr. Kotakuya?

Everyone found confidence and strength in him and regarded this as a sense of belonging.

But O-sensei is more difficult than Mr. Teruya.

Arima Yoshihiko, who has been pursued by various people since he was a child, is not insensitive. He is aware of Futami and Majima's feelings for Asama Shisui.

Mr. Teruya can connect these burdens with family ties, and Yoshihiko Arima will also bear them for him.

However, the great teacher can bring about friendship, but cannot give them the destination they want.

No one is willing to share this kind of love with him.

Seeing the three couples at the scene, Arima couldn't help but ask,

"Takishima, although I have had doubts before, are you, Daiki, and Komaba all clients of the love counseling department?"

"To be precise, the customer is...well, the customer is me, Komaba and Dahui."

"It seems that you trust Asama quite a lot, is it just because he has helped you?"

"That's wrong, Arima. True trust lies in basic understanding. Even if you don't understand the other person, you can understand yourself. Because I feel that he and I are on the same page. What's interesting is that Komaba also feels that he and Oteacher are on the same page. For one kind of person, Dahui feels that Teacher Da is his guide. We understand ourselves, so we believe in him. Although, in fact, we are not on the same path."

"Are you trying to say that the basis for trust does not exist?"

"Arima, you think too much. Trusting this kind of thing itself has no basis, otherwise it is a kind of experience and habit. It is precisely because he can be anyone, so he can understand anyone, so he can connect with anyone. Therefore, even if everyone is not the same person, they can live in peace on the soil he built. "

"Building a platform?"

"Oh, credibility is priceless, isn't it?"

Just as Takishima finished speaking, Nijo punched him with one fist.

"Your sexual desire is priceless! What are you talking about to Arima Ran!"

"Ouch! Don't—I'm telling Arima that all of us in this room are [Asama Shizuzu supremacists]"

Ryuzaki also turned his attention.

"I've heard this statement before. Takishima, are you also a [Truth Party]?"

"No~"

"[Pravda]? What is it?"

Komaba also became interested.

"So you don't know about Komaba?"

Daiki glanced at Komaba in surprise. In his eyes, Komaba, like O-sensei, was a know-it-all.

"what? What?"

The girls also came over.

At the beginning of Ryuzaki, Takishima added, several people chatted about Asama's major support groups in school.

Compared to the [Xiang Fen Party] and [Emperor Party], which are dominated by second and third grade girls, most of the ununited first grade girls organize small cheering groups based on their respective classes.

Not only did there appear to be 6 Asama cheering groups in one class, but there was also a girl who joined 6 different cheering groups and was exhausted from supporting activities every day. Even girls who have joined multiple cheer groups do not have the confidence to match the logos and names of all Asama's cheer groups one by one.

After all, girls are creatures of [a 4-person dormitory with 8 group chats].

In short, according to incomplete statistics, Asama's support group already covers nearly 1/5 of the people in Eiwa Academy.

This scale is much larger than the Dragon Heart Society of the Imperial Guards.

Takishima and the others understood that if Eikawa, a wealthy young master and a young lady, wanted to do something in this city, Asama Shisui already had a sufficient mass base, even though he had never done anything for these masses.

The chatter in the bar area was lively.

In the table tennis area next to them, Asama stood alone in front of the three girls, determined to restore the glory of the national football team. (End of chapter)