Tokyo Wingman King

Just as a person's degree of freedom is judged not by what he can do, but by what he can refuse to do.

Judging whether a person is noble is from a similar perspective - we don't need to look at what they are doing or what they want to do, but what they will definitely not do.

Because beautiful beliefs are ever-changing and there are many schools of thought, but the bottom line is the same.

You must not bully the weak, you must not help the tyrants to do harm, you must not be greedy for life and take advantage of others, you must not take money unjustly, you must not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and you must not die without rescuing others.
The more bottom lines there are, the clearer your behavioral choices will be.

Asama, who has always been vague, realizes that every time he holds the line or draws the line, he will become himself - a person who can help people become better people, a person who can stand beside any noble protagonist. It will pale in comparison【丨】.

Yes, a tool like a supporting role, a tool for people to complete self-salvation, a tool that people can ignore like oxygen. Letting yourself become a tool is a more meaningful path than being a person with the power of shadow.

This sounds a bit like what Kevin Kelly said about the ultimate goal of artificial intelligence.

The construction of self-value that transcends reality is not a desperate attempt to find a sword. It is an antidote for him to avoid loneliness and emptiness.

Asama Shisui hung up the call from Konoe Chiyo. This stubborn and vain soul never understands what is wrong with what she has done. Perhaps even without those hurt experiences, she is still like this, and can still spend her life calmly after the struggle.

After all, the world is not flat. The height her parents have accumulated for her gives her the qualification to look at it wantonly.

Asama puts the matter of Konoe out of his mind and spends time and energy on understanding or criticizing her, which makes him look stupid.

People who are curious will be interested in dark and twisted souls, and they will even create these things for the sake of curiosity. But those who truly respect life will understand the nobility contained in [ordinary].

Even if Asama walks through the deep forest of Oirase alone, he will not regret not meeting the elf, dryad, fairy, nymph and other elves.

Listening to the sound of the mountains, which was like the breathing of nature, he gradually slowed down his pace towards the dance party.

He is not a person who likes to socialize. More than ten years of work in his previous life have made him more worldly and sophisticated, but after all, he will not become a warm and smooth person. An aloof person is still what he expects from himself.

The video phone rang.

I took out my phone and looked at the incoming call. It was actually a group video request.

Therefore, being aloof is just an expectation, not a status quo.

The encounter between people is like a small ripple that spreads slowly.

In this summer, he can't freeze the water, he can't actively erase the ripples.

The three short ID names on his mobile phone became the reason that bound him tightly and stopped for every frame of his youth.

Immortal River's beautiful brows were slightly raised, showing the master's good mood.

"Robert-kun, haven't you arrived yet? You're walking too slowly! Are you conserving your energy for the dance?"

The vitality idol wore a bright yellow halterneck tutu, with the sweetness of an elf priest in the forest melting into lime cheese mousse.

In the other two small windows, Futami, who was wearing a black-and-white French shoulderless dress, looked like a channel spokesperson, and Majima, who was wearing a black square-neck dance skirt and looked as cool as a P in the crowd. The two girls asked Asama at the same time. Waving their hands, with a contagious smile on their face that could make their fans shout Out Of Character.

It's a pity that Asama's ability to empathize is not as good as that of a pig or a dog, but his ability to press the corner of his mouth is as profound as his ability to press a gun.

The reaction of just nodding seemed a little cold in their eyes.

"Shizui-kun, I told senior Wisteria from the student union that the student union specially prepared a box of grape-flavored Fanta. There shouldn't be many people who like to drink it. We can drink it from dusk until night."

Er Jian looked like a child who had done something good and wanted to take credit from the teacher, with an embarrassed and slightly proud smile on his face.

"Thank you."

Seeing Asama's calm expression, Majima nodded slightly and asked,

"Where is Stillwater now?"

"It's not far from you, we'll be there soon."

"Robert, if you use your two-legged fire-breathing mode to rush along, you will be arrested by the police for burning forests and endangering public safety."

Do you think I'm Astro Boy?
Asama saw Takishima's figure in the cameras of the three girls, thinking that the handover task of the third kidnapper had been completed.

Unexpectedly, Takishima turned around if he felt something, and raised his glass to the backs of Futami and the others.

I felt like I looked at each other with Takishima. Doesn't this guy have super powers?

"What happened to Shizui-kun?"

"Nothing, your front camera is very powerful."

"Robert-kun, when you praise someone, you should be more generous so that you won't be embarrassed."

After hearing Fusukawa's words, Majima and Futami raised their bangs in unison.

"Let's talk when we meet."

Asama hung up the video call.

In fact, if he had gone all out, he would have met Immortal River and the others half an hour ago.

But he cherishes the time spent walking alone in the woods even more. Looking at Oirase's forest trails without any subjective emotions, this ordinary, sun-blocking, refreshing green reminds him of the "Philosopher's Trail" in Heidelberg. I think of an otaku like Kant who would silently think about inexplicable and metaphysical things, walking back and forth on the forest path near his home.

I have always had an interest in walking. It's just that due to academic pressure and poor physical fitness, I didn't form a habit in the past.

Asama is a staunch Kantian, not an Einsteinian who likes to take a group of people for a walk and chat. It is definitely better to take a walk alone, and it is easy to get into other people's rhythm when chatting, but Thoreau also said, "walk for yourself".

The purpose of this kind of walk is not to go further and further into the depths of the forest, but to vacate yourself and prepare yourself for entering the crowd and real life.

Asama arrived at the Student Union Appreciation Dance. Since he was already 30 minutes late, there was no receptionist at the door.

The noise of the dance came from inside the door,

There is a door in front of him, open it, and other people's world will flow into him.

On the left side of the gate is a 2-meter-high and 5-meter-wide truss canvas with information about the thank-you party. The main picture in the background is a photo of a row of people in formal attire bowing to the front to thank them.

Asama could guess just by his body shape and hairstyle that the man standing in position C was the student council president Katsura Kyohei.

His opinion of Kyohei Katsura is somewhere between Ryuzaki and Arima.

Arima can feel his handsomeness even from the Tianling Gai.

What's even more surprising is that Ryuzaki, a guy who is not from the student union, actually appeared on the scene. When did temporary workers get the treatment to shoot promotional videos?

"Okay, got it, I understand."

Gui Gongping's voice suddenly came from the side.

Wearing a white suit jacket with sky blue lapels, lined with a gray vest, and a white jabot silk scarf, Kyouhei Katsura also showed a surprised expression. He put away his cell phone and looked at Asama who was looking at him.

"President Gui, you are late."

"I just dealt with some troublesome things along the way. It's really rare. I thought you would just call me senpai like Immortal Kawa-san or Ryuzaki-kun."

"I will choose the name that others like to hear and call them."

Gui Gongping shook his head,
"Are you mocking me for being too power-hungry? I don't hate these criticisms, but I don't know whether Asama-kun is as innocent as the critic Ryuzaki-kun."

"I don't understand what you are saying, but I can tell you are calling Ryuzaki an idiot."

"I know a lot about journalism. It seems that it is not unreasonable for the Ministry of Information to approach you."

"I think President Gui has many misunderstandings about me."

"I thought you were already a person who wouldn't be troubled by misunderstandings."

"Palestine, which has been bullied by Israel for so many years, has not given up its resistance. President Gui, habit does not mean that you like it."

"But some habits give people a sense of belonging, and I hate people who try to subvert habits."

"I am also a person who likes rationality and tradition, although I will lose a lot of freedom and happiness in this way."

Asama shrugged and stepped out of the way, letting Katsura Kyouhei go first.

Gui Gongping did not move.

For him, an enemy without self-respect is much more difficult than an arrogant enemy.

"Asama-kun, you have to know that those who like freedom will not lose their freedom in Yinghe, but those who do whatever they want will definitely pay the price."

Asama somewhat understood Katsura Kyouhei's position, he smiled and said,

"Although Yinghe's freedom is not a guide, it's just a comfort, but I think it's not a bad idea."

Katsura Kyouhei is also thinking about Asama Shisui's stance.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but neither one had any intention of entering first.

"Asama-kun, are you planning to go to the dance like this?"

Asama looked at his short-sleeved shorts and sneakers and asked,

"Will being aliens destroy your sense of order and immersion? The invitation didn't say that you must dress formally, right?"

"That's not what you mean. Students will rent uniforms for free. Or are you resistant to wearing clothes worn by others?"

"I don't have this kind of mental mysophobia, but at least it's clean, right?"

"Come with me if you don't refuse."

Katsura Kyouhei led Asama to the dressing room of a nearby building.

There are about 5 sets of clothes to choose from on 200 large racks in the men's clothing selection area.

In addition to classic dress suits from Prada, Loewe, Tom Ford, Alexander McQueen, Burberry, Valentino, etc., there are also many loose matchings. In addition to shirts, vests, jackets, and pants, hats, neckwear, belts, leather shoes, and handkerchiefs are all thoughtfully prepared. .

"Do you need my advice?"

"If it were Arima, what would you advise him to wear?"

Katsura Kyohei expressed surprise at Asama's question.
"Arima is wearing a gray green tuxedo collar today. After all, dressing too seriously is not popular."

"I understand. Thank you, President Gui. You can go ahead."

Asama changed into a suit in the dressing room. In his previous life, he disliked wearing suits, not because he looked like someone who bought insurance or real estate, but because he was always forced to buy a suit for various formal meetings.

In this life, my appearance has become a little better, and my body has become much more toned.

Looking at himself in front of the mirror, the baggy long gray flannel double-breasted suit, the serious white shirt, and the blue tie brought back his disappearing sense of thinness.

A bit satisfied - looks like an impotent litigator.

Even if he is a girl, he would not choose to dance with such a person.

Asama walked out of the locker room with a smile, but she didn't expect Kyouhei Katsura to be waiting outside.

Toyo Hidewa, the student council president, stared at Asama Shisui, who had a slicked back hair and a drastically changed image.

He was sure that Asama, who only spent 5 minutes changing, definitely didn't have time to put on makeup.

It seems that those students who say that Asama Shisui is very handsome are not particularly blind.

"The show should be over, come in quickly, Asama-kun."

"Ah."

As Asama walked into the hall with Kyouhei Katsura, all the concealment buffs on his body disintegrated.

The entire hall fell silent, and the whispers returned like a tide.

More than 100 pairs of eyes were fixed on Asama, discussing the reason why he arrived late and entered the hall together with the student council president.

"I heard that the SPs were all mobilized before. Did Asama-sama and Chairman Katsura deal with the [Self-Defense Forces Exercise] issue together?"

"Teacher is indeed the shadow president of the student union."

"Have you noticed that Asama-sama, Arima-kun, and Takishima-kun all wear gray dresses? Is there anything special about it?"

"Look, Takashi-senpai walked over. I heard that he, Kisaragi-kun, and Mitsui-kun came to this dance precisely because of Asama-sama."

"Jinguji Temple, Ryuzoji Temple, Phoenix Temple, Shinomiya Temple, etc. Why can those who don't have an invitation letter come in casually? Shouldn't this dance be held for us volunteers?"

"Don't talk about it, the student union is saving charity funds by selling tickets. They spent 100 million tickets to come in, and they are also considered charity volunteers."

"Master Asama (╯▽╰) smells so good~~ How can he be so handsome today!!! I'm dying."

"Humph, you know nothing about Lord Asama's beauty!"

"Damn it, after Senior Takashi and the others passed by, the two pixels that raised the corners of Asama-sama's mouth disappeared!"

Listening to these superficial discussions, Phoenix Academy Haruka sighed.

Although what they said is right! According to their internal information from the Truth Party, there are no more than 2 people in Yinghe who have seen Lord Asama remove the seal on his appearance, and his true appearance is at least 3 levels beyond the current peak of human appearance.

However, Asama-sama is someone who doesn't like others talking about his appearance.

Isn't there anyone who can talk to her about the Heidegger in Mr. Asama's heart?

This nonsense book was driving her crazy.

Asama discovered a phenomenon,
In the student union, except for Katsura Kyouhei, Arima Yoshihiko and Wisteria Mio, most people have lovers.

It is said that no one in the student union has ever met Gui Gongping's ex-girlfriend. It is still doubtful whether his girlfriend exists or not.

Among the group of people in Takashi's fraternity, Takashi and Kisaragi are the only ones who don't have female companions.

Don’t senior executives have time for romance?

The dance at the thank-you dinner has begun. Kyouhei Katsura and Yoshihiko Arima from the student union, like underground idols, were invited to dance by female volunteers who seemed to be obsessed with krypton.

And those single and beautiful prom stars were reserved and evenly scattered in the corners of the hall, politely declining impulsive invitees.

The three women in the love counseling department are not together.

Immortal River returned to the circle of girls headed by her, making everyone tremble.

The invitation from Kisaragi was readily rejected by her.

Futami was pulled by Yuki Fukasawa, chatting on the phone, and then pulled by Rena Nijo to the center of the hall.

As expected, the decathlete Great Myojin didn't fall behind in dancing. Being a little taller than Nijo, she played the role of the man, holding Nijo's waist and winking at Asama.

At this time, Immortal River also held hands with senior Ziteng, who had not entered the dance floor, and danced the tango. The idol idol also danced the men's step.

In the melodious concert of hexagonal bandoneon and violin, the two male dancers vividly performed the elegant and elegant performance of men.

They are like a pair of twin stars, making the other stars of the event dim.

Most of the girls on the scene were so fascinated by Futami and Fusugawa's lustful and tense figures that they couldn't take their eyes away.

Asama stood next to Mai Majima, who was alone, and watched their performance.

"That's awesome."

Jiandao was drinking the grape-flavored Fanta from the glass in his hand.

“Don’t force yourself to accept something you don’t like.”

Jiajima didn't expect Asama to come to her side. Sure enough, loneliness has its benefits.

The girl smiled slightly and said,
"Jingshui, can you dance?"

Asama saw Majima drinking Fanta with his eyes narrowed like a child drinking Laobaigan, and couldn't help but persuade him,

"No. Life is short. If you are not interested, there is no need to accept it. The same goes for drinks."

Jiandao didn't expect that Asama would bring the topic to her instead, and he pursed his lips and smiled.
"Just thinking that this is what you like to drink will make the drink taste particularly delicious."

"But when you pour it into a glass, the bubbles inside will be lost. The Fanta you drink can no longer be called Fanta. The one with sufficient bubbles is the authentic Fanta."

Asama raised his head again, looked at the four beautiful girls fighting, and opened a can of Fanta and drank it.

"Isn't it authentic? That's right. I can only dance the simplest dance, and I can't understand what music is being played. As expected, I still don't feel comfortable with this kind of situation."

Jiandao smiled bitterly.

Asama nodded in agreement and said,

"After all, the dance is like a different world to me. As soon as I walked in, I already wanted to go back to the hotel."

"Same feeling~ No, Jing Shui should be used to this kind of situation, right?"

"To be honest, I only have one more experience point than you."

"That time on the cruise?"

"Ah."

"Danced with Yue? It seems like you didn't mention it much."

"I didn't dance. I saw F-Sang dancing alone for most of the day."

"Eh? Rise, is she dancing alone?"

Jiandao gained a new understanding of the social status of the Immortal River.

"Yeah, but not at the dinner dance."

"You're talking about the day you took pictures of the stars together, right?"

Jiandao felt a little sorry, but the surgery was necessary.

If she was wearing scars at this moment, she probably wouldn't have the courage to accompany Asama to this dance.

"So I would rather be with a group of stars than with a group of people."

Jiandao laughed, feeling more hopeful in his heart.
"I didn't take a good look at the stars yesterday, so let's go after we're full?"

"Isn't it time for dinner yet? Didn't you say that the dinner won't start until 6 o'clock? The delicious food will have to wait a little longer~"

The tango on the field ended unconsciously.

The clear sound of the Immortal River came from my ears, and at the same time, there was a burst of sound in the air.

Asama nimbly dodged an Immortal River Splitting Air Palm.

"Hello~~~Jingshui, are you in COS Yves Saint Laurent?"

Asama was stunned. His outfit seemed to be a bit of a tribute to the founder of YSL.

".Who are you calling gay?"

"What were Shizui-kun and Mai-chan talking about just now?"

Er Jian also came over.

"It's cuter to talk about stars than people."

The three girls formed a three-way encirclement against Asama.

Looking at girls in dresses up close is more oppressive than looking at photos or videos.

The male volunteers were overjoyed, Shura Field, no wonder those big nobles paid to come in.

I really want to lock the door, put glue on the soles of my shoes, and stand here watching the show forever.

But, slowly, the atmosphere became uncomfortable.

More and more prom stars gathered in Asama's direction.

The main entrance of the thank-you party hall was pushed open by a group of people. (End of chapter)