Tokyo Wingman King

At 7 a.m. there is nature class.

In principle, everyone must complete the lecture before proceeding to the upper reaches of the Oirase Stream.

Er Jian started to get up and wash up when it was still dark. No one in the love counseling department likes to sleep in, right?

The girl looked in the mirror and carefully combed her smooth black hair several times. Then she put her hands back and carefully divided the black silk-like hair into two strands, braided them crosswise into one strand, and then braided the thick braid. Tie it up at the back of your head to prevent any stray hair from slipping out of the top of your head. Finally, secure your hair with hairpins, and create a small tassel on each side of your ears.

Her beautiful neck and beautiful face gave her an illusory nobility, like the white light of the sun shining on the sea. If there is an audience at this moment, their eyes will be filled with emptiness and reality due to the white light, creating the illusion of a bright moon, angels, and choirs intertwined.

Er Jian looked at the mirror carefully - the whole hairstyle, the overall symmetry and the golden section of the top bun, had a rigorous mathematical beauty. The girl nodded secretly, Jingshui-kun doesn't like messiness, nor does he like dullness.

The simple headdress complemented her face perfectly, unlike Emperor and Imari who brought makeup bags. She even wears sunscreen that feels invisible on the skin, because Shizui-kun prefers to go bare-faced.

These are all experiences gained from spending time with Mr. Jingshui.

Because he wanted to take care of himself, and he wanted to keep his eyes on her longer even if he was standing with them. He got up too early this morning, and after finishing all preparations, it was less than 5:.

Gently pushing the sliding door open, Futami stepped onto the balcony.

The early morning in the mountains was actually a little cold. Er Jianhe crossed his arms and took a deep breath.

The gurgling water, the chirping of birds, the slow singing of the wind, and the natural melody hit my ears. Futami quietly watched the clear stream of Oirase flowing in front of my eyes.

There is a wooden viewing platform under the balcony, which is closer to the stream. Unexpectedly, someone is already doing morning yoga there.

Shizui-kun should be getting up at this time, right?

The topic last night was basically a cross-examination of myself, and the content was all related to Asama.

Fortunately, both Imari and Huang were good people and did not say anything mean.

What about the Five Photographic Family, the Four Elephant Family, and the Eighth Temple Family? It turned out that there were many things related to him in the Immortal River circle and Konoe's circle that she didn't know about.

"The establishment of consulting is based on the crushing of information flow, so intelligence gathering is far more important than providing solutions."

Asama's words of tutoring them were still in her ears.

I still don’t know much about Shizui-kun. Mainly because we can only meet at school. It would be great if we could live together.
During yesterday's girls' night talk, she vaguely understood the distance between Asama and herself.

Maybe in the eyes of others, there is no difference between me and those girls who are rejected when they confess in public.
There are many precocious realists in aristocratic schools, and she seems to have been labeled by many as someone who tries to follow the dragon and the phoenix.

Being noticed, discussed, disturbed, ridiculed, and envied are the price of falling in love with Asama Shisui.

[If you can't avoid it, you have to endure it. Not being able to endure the things you are meant to endure in life only makes you look weak and stupid. 】

This sentence in "Jane Eyre" is very good.

Having made a lifelong agreement with him, she naturally has nothing to fear.

She fell in love with him earlier than anyone else, and she could penetrate those flashy charms and see the real Asama Shisui.

Even if he has nothing, even if he is poor and miserable, even if he breaks his promise, she will always be by his side.

I remember the way he hit every ball seriously yesterday.
I remembered again that I lost to Immortal River twice last night.
Then I thought about how I couldn't help him outside of school.
A sense of powerlessness came over me.

Second meeting, second meeting. You are really useless!

Just when her inner construction was moving from self-criticism to experience summary and feasible plan, a terrible scream came from the opposite room.

Unexpectedly, Ryuzaki also has the habit of running in the morning.

At 4: in the morning, Arima, Asama and Ryuzaki met at the entrance of the Oirase trail.

They were not the only ones who got up early. Many people from the sports club had already begun to exercise. There were also some tourists carrying easels, directly carrying folding chairs, sitting in the stream, and painting against the morning face of the forest.

"Morning."

Hearing Arima's greeting, Ryuzaki coolly took off his headphones, took out his phone and paused the song.

Sharp-eyed Asama saw the album cover of the player, a black man named J. Cole with dreadlocks.

Although he didn't listen to black rap, he quickly searched the trendy item library in his brain and found a sneaker called Dream that this man collaborated with Puma.

Did Ying and Batman actually like this kind of music?

"Morning, how did you sleep last night?"

"It's very good, very quiet. I feel full after sleeping for 3 hours."

Ryuzaki looked at the dark circles under Arima's eyes that had faded away.
"Did you only sleep for 3 hours? It's true. Anyone with extraordinary talent also needs the will to be refined into steel."

Arima smiled lightly and said,
"I'm just accompanying Asama to do some exercise. I don't have any morning exercise habits. As usual, I've just finished delivering milk and newspapers at this point, so I can't do much physical exercise."

No, you have more positive feedback. This is your morning exercise that can make money.

The three people stood in front of the trail entrance. Although many people had already recognized Asama's iconic white hair, Arima's smile attracted many more glances.

Those eyes remind their brains that compared to the smiles in paintings, photographs, and movies, this is the supreme smile that is higher than art and belongs to life.

The first of the ten princes of Yinghe, his charm does not distinguish between male and female audiences.

Ryuzaki, who felt that he was the only ugly person at the party yesterday, sighed, looked at the smooth bicycle path, and asked,
"1 hour and 12 kilometers, can we compare?"

Asama spread his hands,
"If you're interested, Ariuma, please accompany Ryuzaki. I'm going to practice parkour in the forest today."

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So there were three more monkeys jumping up and down in the forest.

The moss-covered tree trunks lying on the road, the moss-covered wooden road guardrails, and the strange rocks in the moss-covered streams are all objects that Asama crosses.

Top-level balance allows him to exercise his body judgment while moving at high speeds.

The moss with the morning dew made many places extremely slippery, but after falling several times, Arima and Ryuzaki were more eager to learn.

They imitated Asama's movements, including step steps, one-legged long jumps, diamond jumps, one-handed side jumps, front flips, and front rolls. They ran like this for 30 minutes. Gradually, they stopped imitating Asama and began to learn to be independent. Choose your actions carefully and pass some obstacles smoothly.

Many students who were jogging in the morning blew whistles when they looked at the dirty figures of the three Asamas.

"Look, there's someone parkour down there!"

"The visibility is so low and the moss is so slippery. Aren't you afraid of getting hurt?"

"It's the great teacher!"

"I knew that a real superman would gradually lose the desire to walk on his feet."

"Although, the people in front of us should be Taishan, right?"

After clearly snapping his fingers 100 times, Asama did not gain an agility +1 nor gained any parkour skills after one hour of high-intensity parkour.

After exercising to no avail, Asama and Arima returned to the hotel room to take a shower.

Hanyu and Yukino were still sleeping in the bed last night. They probably slept too late and showed no signs of waking up.

Asama, who was waiting in the queue to take a shower, picked up her phone and searched for J. Cole's songs.

Hmm. Even if I learn how to call Mai, I still can’t understand this art form. This will destroy his tranquil state of mind.

Exiting the music software, Asama faintly heard screams.

Was Hanyu's silly prank discovered?

There is more information in the class group.

"Horikita, a shrimp-headed man, wore a lobster hood and slept naked in someone else's room!"

Does wearing a hood still count as being naked?

"This is so disgusting. Can such a person be expelled from school?"

"Do you have any photos? I want to see them!"

"Do you have any photos? I want to see them!"

"Do you have any photos or videos? I want to see them!"

It felt like the screams were getting louder.
Horikita, the unlucky guy, has suffered too much malice.

Hanyu and the others had gone too far. They picked up the spare key cards of other people's rooms and did this shit. They were completely bullying Horikita.

Need to throw Hanyu's pants into Oirase?
Forget it, leave it to the teacher.

Perhaps other classes are also discussing this matter?

Asama opened the school forum——

It turns out that there are 12 unlucky people in total. The person who is discovered last will get the right to eat Aomori scallops for free for a year.

The initiator of the activity is a second-year senior whose family runs aquatic products.

Hmm. Another guy advertising his family's business.

Asana took a look at the details: no matter what method is used, as long as one successfully sneaks into other students' rooms by wearing the designated mask, the last person to be discovered will receive the ultimate double reward.

Doing it for a long time is not bullying, is it voluntary?
boring.

After Arima finished washing, Asama explained the relevant information to Arima. Seeing Arima sending a few messages and leaving in a hurry, Asama thought to herself, Arima, the vice-president, was not in charge of matters like discipline, so was he asking Arima to work overtime in disguise?
After taking a shower, Asama changed into loose and light clothes. Before Yukino and the others woke up, Asama went to the hotel's famous Apple Restaurant for breakfast.

There are not many people in the restaurant early in the morning, but most of them are energetic staff.

A young and beautiful waiter led Asama to a table by the window.

This location is too conspicuous.

Asama said he could just go to the self-service area, but the waiter followed him like a little tail.

The waiter looked afraid of screwing up, which made Asama feel awkward.

The service industry is particularly damaging to human dignity.

He would rather all service industries in this world be replaced by robots. Because humans are far more tolerant of machines than they are of humans.

But what about these people who have lost their jobs? Some people say that jobs in the future will become more and more subdivided, and people liberated by robots can engage in more interesting jobs, such as training and maintaining service robots, writing novels, painting, and playing music.

Not to mention the impracticality of the latter options, a car factory in the city where he lived in his previous life laid off 1000 workers due to industrial upgrading, and then hired five technicians who knew how to operate and maintain equipment. Most of those laid-off workers became Didi drivers, delivery people, and property security guards.

Emerging jobs have technical thresholds unique to the AI ​​era, and he does not believe that the Japanese government can properly arrange for the unemployed.

Thinking of what he said to Arima yesterday, Asama changed his mind and started chatting with the waiter.

Seeing her relieved expression, Asama wondered whether he should put his solitary state behind him in the future.

The waiter smiled and introduced the history and design concept of Apple Restaurant.

He also introduced Asama to the dazzling array of apples, applesauce, apple lamps and other handicrafts in the restaurant one by one.

The red apples in the restaurant's display window were almost identical, exuding a strong apple aroma. Those who didn't know it thought they were at a Christmas market.

Suppressing the memory of the weapon piercing the apple in his dream, Asama randomly picked an apple and pinched it, but it turned out to be not a model. To ensure this level of similarity, the fruit selector would have to work too hard.

Asama continued to follow the waiter's footsteps to the self-service area.

In addition to a variety of toasts, sandwiches, and salads, there are also apple pies, crispy apple soup, flank pork stewed with apples and broccoli, French grilled bacon with apple pancakes, grapefruit honey smoked salmon with apples, and American grilled chicken on the dining table. There are a series of specialty delicacies such as baked apples, steamed Kitakyushu scallops with apple puree, Chinese caramelized apples, and more than 20 types of desserts.

According to the waiter's introduction, most of these apple dishes were not available before. In order to accommodate Yinghe's teachers and students, the hotel specially increased the luxury of the dishes.

You can also communicate with the chef on-site to customize the staple food.

Asama did not embarrass the chef. He took a piece of smoked fish, a piece of shredded apple, and three glasses of apple juice from the buffet area, and brought them to the table in the corner by the window.

There are three flavors of apple juice: Tsugaru apple juice, Wanglin apple juice, and Fuji apple juice. Out of curiosity, he drank half a cup of each. As for other special apple dishes, he will wait until the day he returns to eat them.

The waiter saw that Asama had already started eating, so he handed him a business card and bowed respectfully.

Asama breathed a long sigh of relief. In the current situation, being withdrawn is just a habitual disguise and defense. This face is for dealing with fools and bad people, not for working people.

But when he saw the room number and line account behind the business card, his sadness just now seemed like a joke.

He is neither sad and philanthropic enough to become a poet, nor is he intellectually indifferent enough to become a philosopher. He is just a mediocre fool who loses the ability to observe words and emotions as soon as he gets into thinking.

Asama laughed stupidly at herself.

It's already dawn outside, and even though it's a long way away from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can still see the whirling trees outside the window, with their various postures. Together with the carpets and lights, your eyes are filled with healing green.

The restaurant was mostly filled with people doing morning exercises, and I only saw two tables of teachers sitting in the distance.

I was too far away to say hello to the teacher, should it be okay? Anyway, except for Teacher Gui Tingshu, the head teacher of Class B, he didn’t know anyone.

Gui Tingshu seemed to be aware of the sight, and walked through most of the restaurant, facing him with a handsome smile.

Asama stood up and bowed in response.

Keep your head down and eat.

As soon as I put the fish into my mouth, there was another person in front of the table.

"Good morning, Sasaki-sensei."

"Good morning, Mr. Asama." Sasaki smiled sweetly, wearing a champagne-colored French bud-sleeved dress, giving off a girlish look.

Asama's eyes didn't move down any further when he saw Sasaki's neck.

"Teacher, did you get up so early for morning practice?"

The art teacher's beautiful eyes lit up, showing interest.

"How did you tell? Teacher, what I'm wearing now is not sportswear."

"Guess."

Sasaki smelled his wrist and smiled,

"It's because you smell that I just took a shower, right?"

"Teacher, someone took a photo of you during your morning exercise."

"Then you still said it was a guess?"

Asama shrugged and stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth.

Sasaki didn't take it seriously. Instead, he thought that the way Asana ate the apple was kind of cute. Of course, the way he smiled alone at the dining table just now was even cuter.

At this time, Sasaki's breakfast was served, and it was still the same waitress.

When the wooden food box was opened, there was a ham and cheese croissant, a small portion of butter-fried sole, two fish tortellini, a glass of apple juice, and several kinds of apple sauce.

All Italian and French flavour.

Somehow, when the waitress left, a layer of sadness suddenly appeared on her face with a social smile.

Asama felt that the waitress thought too much.

"Asama-kun, what do you think of the food here?"

"can."

"But, I don't think the food you cook is as delicious."

Yesterday's barbecue, Sasaki was also a judge.
"The styles are different, there is no distinction between them."

Suddenly there was a fork in front of me, with a small piece of sole with sauce on it.

"Don't you want to try it?"

When Asama wanted to refuse, Sasaki unloaded the fish on the fork with a dining knife into Asama's dinner plate.

"Try it. When I was studying, this dish was my favorite. I didn't expect it to be available here."

"Thank you."

"Don't want to eat?"

"Save it for last."

"Can I try your smoked fish?"

Asama stood up and asked the waiter to order another order of smoked salmon with yuzu honey sauce and apple, but Sasaki stopped him.

Immediately, Sasaki cut a small piece of smoked fish from Asama's plate with the speed of sketching and shading.

"Save it for last."

After saying this, the art teacher smiled brightly, took a sip of apple juice, looked at the speechless Asama, then moved his eyes to his three glasses of juice, raised his eyebrows and said,

"Asama-san likes apples very much. I still remember your painting "Four Apples on Mount Rushmore". Do you like Van Gogh's red apples or Markett's green apples?"

".I don't like or dislike Apple."

"Yes, you were paying tribute to Picasso, Dali, Munch and Malevich, right?"

Do you actually remember it so clearly?
"Sasaki-sensei."

"Ok?"

"Are you isolated from the teacher community?"

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Sasaki was stunned for a moment, then buried his head and chuckled,
"Are you concerned about the teacher?"

"Just curious."

"I want to say that I am isolating them, will you laugh at me?"

"I'll admire you."

"Asama-kun didn't seem to talk like this before. It feels like he's really a different person."

"Maybe it's because I've grown up. Thanks to the teachers for their guidance."

When Sasaki heard this, he gave Asama a meaningful look, pursed his lips and smiled,

"Then, let me further guide your growth, okay?"

"I think it might be more appropriate for the teacher to find someone with a better art foundation to be your assistant."

"Is my intention so obvious?"

Asama finished drinking Tsugaru apple juice and nodded.

"So, Asama-kun's answer is still no?"

"Sorry, my personal time is already limited."

The two were silent for a moment and began their own eating time.

Sasaki's breakfast was not big. After eating, he quietly watched Asama eat the last piece of her butter-fried sole and asked again,

"Asama-kun, if you need help from the teacher, just tell him. Besides, my door here will always be open for you."

Asama felt Sasaki's kindness, and it seemed that she was not the teacher she thought she was, the first teacher to inquire about his identity.

Bowing obediently, Asama prepared to go to the nature classroom in advance to read a book.

Sasaki looked at Asama's leaving figure, frowned and thought,
"Asama-kun is obviously in good physical condition, but why is his entrance physical examination report so bad? In addition, his hair color cannot be dyed at all. It is natural white hair and personal time is limited. Could it be?"

Because Horikita Fengbo wisely did not choose the girl's room as the place to commit the crime, it became an interesting topic of conversation.

[Twelve Monkeys and Idiots] became the collective name for the 12 warriors who participated in this scallop event.

Horikita sat in the back row depressed with a slap mark and two dark circles under his eyes.

He was the first to be discovered, which meant he was the first to be eliminated. There was no consolation prize for the last one.

In addition, he didn't understand why that room was so weird, and three boys would punch him hard for a transvestite.

Asama's situation was no different from yesterday. Even though he was sitting in the corner, he was once again surrounded by the girl's fragrance.

Immortal River's outfit seems to have come out of a British explorer's picture book. Futami is a close-fitting, thin white jacket and gray tights. The mosquito repellent effect is about twice as strong as Immortal River's suit.

Majima and Asama were dressed almost the same, both were loose and comfortable gray sportswear, and they smelled of the cool smell of anti-mosquito essential oil.

Immortal River opened her backpack and shared her outdoor equipment with everyone, including telescopic trekking poles, ropes, power banks, lighters and matches, titanium pots and cups, survival blankets, Swiss knives, headlamps, military rations, medical first aid kits, etc. , in the eyes of girls, he has become a master of outdoor survival.

Asama feels that most of them are unnecessary.

In addition to the geography and biology explanations from Oirase to Towada, the content of the nature class is more about forest safety instructions, first aid and help-seeking knowledge for this hiking activity. Although many things can be mastered in elementary school or junior high school, the important common sense is in There's no harm in having more than one in your head.

The only high point in the class was inviting volunteers to do artificial respiration demonstrations, which then led to a couple.

The nature class, which was planned to be 2 hours long, ended half an hour early due to the lack of motivation of the health teacher.

As the winners of yesterday's barbecue, Asama's group packed their bags and headed to the upper reaches of Oirase Stream after confirming with the student union.

In fact, there is not much difference between starting sooner or later. It’s just that when the teachers record the hiking materials, standing in the front row steals the spotlight.

Therefore, Yukino put on a face mask in order not to be remembered as much, and Asama felt that his presence was greatly increased by doing so.

With an order, the huge team of 2000 people started to move.

Feeling that there was a risk of being trampled, Asama pulled Futami and led the other two people to the edge of the road.
The team behind them quickened their pace and soon left Asama and the others behind.

There were also some impatient teams who ran onto the road where bicycles and buses traveled, treating the hike as a marathon.

The bonus is that they can get to their destination early and pick out their own campsite location for the night.

The disadvantage is that you have to miss the entire scenery of Oirase.

Even if we start walking at 8:14, the 4 kilometers will take at least hours.

No wonder the breakfast is so rich, maybe some people have to wait until 2pm to have lunch.

It seems that the cooking competition ends at 2:?

But I heard that half of the people have already abstained.

Because the reward for the cooking competition has been announced, it is an apple gift box weighing 20kg-200kg from the student union's Hoshino Oirase Hotel.

It includes the apples, applesauce, apple juice, apple crafts that Asama saw in the morning, and medals jointly customized by the Student Council and Oirase.

Totally unattractive.

What's more, bringing such a gift back is almost like torture. Even those who choose to participate in the competition will choose to mail it as soon as they get the prize, right?
People in the third grade don't seem to care about the weight of the prize. After all, even the fitness rate of girls in the third grade has reached 40%.

Just when I thought this, there was a sound of breaking through the air from behind.

Asama dodged and avoided the slashing attack.

I thought it was Immortikawa, but it turned out to be Takato, the third-year judo club director.

He grinned widely and said,

"Teacher, I just wanted to remind you not to be too lax, but unexpectedly you are quite vigilant."

"Senior Gao Teng, do you have any advice?"

"Any advice? Just say hello. Also, I have a game next Thursday. If possible, I hope you can come and take a look."

Takato bent down and handed a ticket to Asama.

Asama shook his head and declined, "When you win the championship, we can compete again next semester."

"It's a deal!" Gao Teng looked overjoyed and walked away with his companions.

After walking for about 1 kilometer, the crowded team finally dispersed completely.

Oirase's charm has truly opened up to everyone.

The water flow carries the breeze, and the breeze stirs the branches and leaves on the stream. The swaying of the branches and leaves seems to be consistent with the chirping of the birds.

Asama thought of the line from Hesse's "Summer of Klingsor" [The sweet breeze sings in the poplar forest at the foot of the mountain. 】

The original meaning of the word "ase" is water flowing rapidly across the sand, but Asama felt that the word "ase" here may be more compatible with the word "stone pillow wash flow".

The four seasons here throughout the year can cure aesthetic fatigue. Spring yellow, summer green, autumn red, and winter white. This is really a good place to live in seclusion.

A few people strolled in the washed green, as if their lungs were dyed green.

Of course, I also feel that Oirase has some shortcomings - there are too few flowers, it is all green along the way, and there is a lack of some color embellishments.

The trails are mostly trampled dirt roads, and from time to time you will encounter some wooden paths surrounded by railings. The early morning parkour route is naturally not suitable for a team of two girls.

When passing by mossy bridges or slippery rocks, Asama would give Futami a helping hand.

Huang held the camera and kept clicking pictures, mumbling something.

Xueye seemed to have fallen into depression because Huang refused his offer of help, and ended up alone.

Asama felt that it was most likely due to the facekini.

In this way, the four of them walked slowly for nearly 50 minutes before they reached Ishinodo.

"It seems we have to speed up our pace. Yuehai, can you still hold on?"

Futami, who had been cooperating with Asama and immersed in the quiet atmosphere of hiking, exhaled slightly, stretched out his arm and held Asama's hand.

"If this is the case, I won't be tired even if I walk for another 100 years."

The soft warmth clearly radiated from the palm of my hand.

My hands are colder than girls' hands, perhaps it's a shame as a man.

Asama also realized that Oirase's shortcomings had actually been filled long ago.

A beautiful girl with a smile as bright as a flower. (End of chapter)