Tokyo Wingman King

"Hero-kun. I can't come back this summer vacation."

Outside the window is the warm sun of Europa. Masumi Ichijo is holding the sun on his back with a disappointed look on his face. He is lying on the piano keyboard, as if being ordered by the teacher to practice Eric Satie's "Muscle Fantasy" and "Don't Put Your Head Under Your Arms" , "Rat Air", "Looking Left and Right Without Glasses" and a series of other tracks with weird names are as desperate as any.

"Are there many performances?"

"Well, we have to tour until school starts in October."

"Since you can't come back, let's go see you."

"real?!"

Ichijo Masumi picked up the phone and turned around to sit up. The face illuminated by the sun was instantly full of life. The reddish-brown hair was illuminated into a chestnut color, which made the girl's face extremely moving.

"We have to discuss the specific time together."

"Well, then I can forgive Hero for not taking me to your hometown to play."

"."

Is it because of me that you can't go?

"Hero-kun, do you want to watch me practice? See how much I've grown?"

If Ichijo hadn't quietly squeezed the cotton with her arms, Asama wouldn't have felt that her growth was physical.

"Okay, but it's just one song, it's getting late."

"Ah."

After listening to it for almost an hour, it was all jazz.
"Is there something wrong with the direction of your efforts?"

"I saw Hero playing the drums. If I'm familiar with these songs, I can play jazz with you."

"Although late romantic classical music has too many structural rules and is not suitable for improvisation, early classical music, such as some of Bach's pieces, has many improvisational elements, and many musicians in the Baroque period also have the ability to improvise fugue. Perhaps I If you work hard in this area, it is possible to transform from a [secondary creator] who plays the piano to a real [original creator] musician.”

Asama never mentioned whether he would agree or not, or whether he expected to play jazz with Ichijou.

Ichijo Masumi smiled, closed the piano cover, and chatted with Asama about baroque music and Berlin scenery until two o'clock in the morning in Tokyo and the sun went down in Berlin.

A girl in a foreign country seems to have endless things to say as long as she faces Asama.

The moment she hung up the phone, Asama saw her loneliness.

He knew that Ichijo Masumi should have been happy chasing her own dreams, but he became the reason for her regret and loneliness.

Just like Fusukawa who did not pursue his ideals, their performance made him feel sad.

It was obvious that he had done nothing wrong, and it was obvious that he wanted to push them.
A mediocre person really likes to keep himself in a cocoon.

Asama, who successfully [stayed up late] and obtained the sobriety buff, felt uncomfortable.

I had another bizarre dream last night.

I dreamed that he was back on the campus stage again.

But the stage became a circle and was cut into two pieces by the red curtain.

One piece is the live scene of Futami, Fusukawa, Shimajima, Pochi and the rock band they formed.

The other piece is the jazz band composed by Ichijo, Fujiwara, Ryuzoji, Phoenix-in and him, which performs on the bar stage.

The circular stage continued to rotate, and the wheelchair he was sitting on also shuttled back and forth to the left and right of the curtain.

With each pass, his arms became heavier, with their names written all over them.

There were some inexplicable people inside the bass drum. As he struck, the people in the drum rolled and screamed.

He was a little angry because he couldn't get out of this predicament.

One after another, songs that were very different from classical music were performed.

He couldn't stop, couldn't rest, didn't even have time to look up at the audience.

He couldn't even yell.

The girls wore too little, were too close, and clung too tightly, leaving him no time to think about how to get out of trouble.

He could only get angrier and angrier, and hit the bass drum harder and harder, making a sound like thunder.

Keep pushing!

Keep pushing!

Just listen to [Bang! ] An explosion sounded.

The bass drum in the rock scene was broken by him.

The people in the drum were finally liberated.

As blood flowed from the drum.

Only then did he see clearly that they were naked little figures in hand-sized shapes that were shattered to pieces by the shock.

The slightly more complete body is engraved with words such as [coward], [liar], [playboy] and so on.

These little people all look like him
Mad Faker!

Muddle Fudgers! ! !

Asama woke up in shock.

My dreams have been getting weirder and weirder lately.

Why did you dream about the minister? Is it because I haven’t contacted her for a long time and I miss her?
Why do Ryuzoji Temple and Phoenix Temple appear in dreams? Did I turn out to be someone who pulls beautiful girls into my dreams when I see them?

Doesn’t it mean that desire comes from lack?
Why didn’t I dream about doing the questions? Do you feel that knowledge and wisdom are inferior to beauty?

Asama woke up at 5 a.m., drank a can of grape-flavored Fanta in one go, and washed her face again before she regained her composure.

Intimate friends of the opposite sex are something that never existed in the previous life.

He only has a lot of experience in relationships that has been kidnapped by various factors.

He now felt that even Immortal Sichuan, the person most likely to understand him, no longer understood him.

[Lifelong friend], maybe the two morphemes of this word are self-deception.

He doesn't want to carry it [for the rest of his life].

They don’t want to be just [friends].

For those girls who have no utilitarian intentions, how can they waste their eyes on him if they don't have love?

It’s much harder to clean out the junk in your head than it is to clean out the junk in your room.

Asama finished cleaning the room and sorted out three small bags of garbage. After sorting them, he went downstairs and threw them into the garbage storage room on the first floor of the apartment.

Garbage sorting is something that is engraved in the bones of the Japanese people.

However, in many hotels, high-end apartments and other places, the work of sorting or throwing away garbage is handled by the property management, so a lot of things are saved, at the cost of higher property fees.

This is one of the reasons why Asama doesn't want to move to a bigger house. For apartments of the same property level, the cost will only be higher if the house is bigger.

Asama doubled the amount of exercise he did in the morning.

With a physical strength of 8, running 10 laps around Zhi Park in one breath, something that was unthinkable in the past, now felt as easy as doing somersaults.

Halfway through, he was suddenly stopped by a person - the personal bodyguard of the old man Konoe whom he had met at Tsukiji Market.

A bodyguard dressed as a business elite handed him a mobile phone, and Asama answered the call knowingly.

Konoe thought about the voice that sounded old and young, male and female, kind and joking like a saint and a villain, coming from the receiver.

"Asama-kun, are you free today? Let's meet."

"No time. I have to go back to my hometown today."

"That's it. Then I can only thank you on the phone. Thank you for saving Chiyo again."

"I only saved you once, why do you say again?"

"Hehehe, I've covered it up for you what you don't want others to know. How about we talk about the reward now?"

Asama's attempt to play dumb failed. It seemed that Konoe Chiyo's words were not credible at all. Konoe Takuma knew 100% about [JOKER] and [Organization].

"If it's not cash, let's talk about the reward later."

"Haha, didn't you teach Chiyo that money is just waste paper in the face of power and wisdom?"

Konoe was in such a happy mood that Asama suspected that the old man came to him specifically for entertainment.

".I didn't teach you this, so don't talk nonsense. In fact, as long as you can give it, I won't give it too much."

"Then use the money to do charity with the girl from the Immortal Sichuan family?"

"You don't need to worry about how the money is used. Don't Mr. Konoe want to default on the debt?"

"I trust you, Brother Asama, and you should also trust me. I didn't default on the previous two transactions, right?"

"That's why I respect you. I'm not in a hurry for remuneration. If cash flow is tight, I can wait."

"Haha, what you said is different from what you and Ruzai said the day before yesterday. Brother Qianjian, do you know that in fact, the Wushe family's industry not only cooperates with other companies, but also has cross-shareholdings between us ”

"so what?"

"Didn't we help you solve the securities account problem before? You can also serve as an intermediary and hold stocks in the core industries of Konoe, Fujiwara, Nijo, Ichi, and Takaji. And I will pay you for this money. "

Holding five core industry stocks, even if the proportion is small, is not a small number. More importantly, this symbol is of great significance.

The great significance means that he cannot liquidate it at will. He has no interest in holding Wushejia stocks for a long time, nor does he want to be tied to the chariot of these big nobles.

".No interest. I would rather own stocks of Microsoft, Google, Amazon, Apple, Tesla, META, and NVIDIA."

"Are they U.S. stocks? If you really want to buy them, I suggest you wait two years before looking." "Thanks for the advice."

Konoe Takuma smiled and promoted their Konoe twin sisters again.

Asama righteously refused.

"Mr. Konoe, can I ask you a question?"

"You said, there is no charge for this answer."

Konoe Takuma teased him.

"Do you think I am the [Five Photographic Emperor Master]?"

In fact, Asama had long suspected that this rumor must come from the Konoe family.

"Didn't you do a good job?"

Konoe Takuma chuckled and admitted in disguise.

".Can you come forward and clarify it for me?"

The threat of Chiyo Konoe was gradually lifted through the fraud of information asymmetry. For him, some vain titles were not a protective umbrella, but troublemakers.

"Yes. But Brother Asama, people are more willing to believe things they see with their own eyes."

"If you say yes, I'll be relieved."

"Don't treat us as trouble, Brother Asama. The world belongs to those who have good credit and can borrow the power of others. If everything changes for the better, we are willing to give power to our friends."

"I'm allergic to big propositions like this."

"Hahaha, it's good to do the little proposition well. Brother Asama, let's do this for now. I wish you a happy summer vacation."

He handed the phone back to the middle-aged uncle named Ruzai. Unexpectedly, the uncle suddenly punched him hard.

Asama easily dodged it by rolling with an invincible frame.

"Hey, hey, is Mr. Konoe the only one in the entire Konoe family who can be polite?"

The uncle named Ruzai released his fist as big as a bowl and handed out a card.

Familiar black card.

"The master of the family asked me to give it to you. There are 30 billion in it."

The price discussed before is the same. In Konoe Takuma's eyes, is his daughter's growth and his daughter's life equivalent?
The bodyguard stared at the young man who was praised by the owner as "learned, talented, and elegant" and continued,
"This only counts as part of the reward. You need to interview the head of the family for the rest."

"Ok."

Qian accepted the card.

"Asama-kun, do you know that you gave up an opportunity to change your life?"

".You said you would take the shares of the Wushe family to confirm the background of the Wushe family?"

"It seems that you are not unclear. The head of the family has never valued other people, including the children of the Konoe family, as much as he does you. I advise you not to take the politeness and kindness of the head of the family as a reason for you to be confident."

"It seems you don't understand the aesthetics of trading."

Asama shrugged and left Shiba Park.

After taking a shower, having breakfast, and packing my luggage, the bicycle I purchased online just arrived at my door.

Asama bought a station wagon, made of Columbus alloy steel, with a dead weight of 26kg and a claimed maximum load capacity of 200kg.

禧玛诺XT传动套件，3*10级变速；Trigger 700*38c宽胎；双边制动机械碟刹；前后Futuer shock减震器、减震座管；高弹真空车座；外加前中后7个挂包位这配置在100年前，绝对可以拿来当军用自行车。

The reason why I bought a touring bike, which is more for escaping than riding, is that someone in the team must carry the luggage.

Yesterday I saw them buying a car, which was paid for by the director of the love counseling department.

As a prop for department activities, it naturally counts as department purchasing behavior.

Futami and Majima bought the lady car that appears most in animated movies. Under Asama's strong suggestion, they chose the model with a battery, which costs 11 yen.

Fusukawa bought a standard road bicycle. Because the front fork and other parts are made of carbon fiber, the price is more expensive than an electric bicycle, at 13 yen per bicycle.

Together with a series of accessories such as helmets and elbow pads, the three of them spent a total of two love letters yesterday.

Speaking of which, why is no one willing to ask him to write love letters? Instead, keep sending him love letters?

After assembling the travel bicycle, Asama decided to ride to the meeting point in advance - Nishimago Station, 8 kilometers away from Shiba Park.

There was a bicycle chain store called DAIWA CYCLE nearby that opened at 8:, and he needed a bicycle for Bochi.

It’s a pity that Japan’s shared bicycle Tokyobike is not available in Ito, otherwise we would have to save this extra expense no matter what.

Maybe it’s because I chose the wrong route. The scenery of riding in Tokyo is a bit difficult to evaluate. Going south along Sakurada Avenue, there are no bicycle lanes in the strict sense, so you need to pay more attention to observing the road conditions.

After passing Platinum Terrace, the exquisite urban feeling gradually faded away, and riding became boring - crowded narrow lanes, inconspicuous houses, lackluster public spaces, and occasionally being sprayed with exhaust fumes from sports cars or motorcycles.

A blast of unbearable hot wind is enough to make anyone who is not mentally prepared get lost here.

While waiting at the traffic light at the intersection, the social beast with a briefcase and a serious expression, and the summer waist girl wearing a miniskirt and smiling, are like two completely mismatched vegetables mixed together in a salad bowl.

Ignoring the attention of passers-by, Asama spent 38 minutes riding to his destination and sent photos of the products in the bicycle shop to Poch, who was already on the train.

She responded quickly,
"Oh Shui, you're right, just pick the most expensive one~"

Asama took a photo of the second-hand stroller with the cheapest price, which was only 8000 yen, and sent it over.

"Do you treat me like a six-year-old?"

"Not that old, at most three years old."

"You feel old even at six years old? Ah Shui, you are such a terrible lolicon!!!"

"I see there is a dog leash seller nearby, so I might as well not buy a bicycle."

Only then did Pochi learn to start from his pitiable strength and status and calmly discuss the car purchase with Asama.

The five people gathered and set off smoothly at 5:10.

The girls all handed their big schoolbags to Asama and carried their own small schoolbags, stepping on the pedals and moving forward into the wind.

Pochi was wearing sportswear and riding a road bike to clear the way for Futami and the others.

Wearing a short cycling suit similar to yoga clothes, Fusukawa leaned over and swayed his hips in front of Asama's eyes.

"How are my rocking skills? Robert-kun."

"Didn't see it."

Asama immediately rode in front of the Immortal River.

The 60-kilometer cycling journey on the first day was very boring, because we had to cross Yokohama along the road and could hardly see the sea.

The second time I saw them chatting with Pochi about their hometown for a while, they then talked about what to eat for lunch.

"Huh? Robert-kun, didn't you prepare a super luxurious lunch box? You are really getting lazy~"

"Why do you subconsciously think that I have to prepare a lunch box?"

Fusukawa stopped Asama's car with a smile, patted the car's handlebar, and said with a smile,
"Isn't that what logistics is like? All kinds of things~"

"Your drinking water qualification is cancelled."

"Eh~~~~"

Several people checked in and stayed at the Tama River for half an hour. The girls posed in various poses and asked Asama to help take pictures.

There are still many people in the Tama River on Tuesday, including shooting from above, shooting from the ground down, Jenga, 1 sit, 2 squats and 1 stand, as well as the recently popular 4-person chair.

The demonic laughter of Pochiga Immortal River made them become monkeys that can be watched for free.

The dream of hugging the Tama River suddenly appeared in Asama's mind.

So everyone saw for free another handsome white-haired monkey hitting his head with a camera.

After taking the photos, the place for lunch was decided at a curry shop on the side of Second Keihin Avenue in Kawasaki City.

As soon as they arrived in Kawasaki, Boqi started to race wildly.

"We'll compete, and the last person at the destination will be treated to lunch."

This guy cheated and lost everyone by 50 meters before turning around and loudly proposing this competition.

Futami and Majima, who were riding electric scooters, responded effortlessly.

"Jingshui-kun, come on, don't be too far behind~"

This kind of racing competition is obviously to make things difficult for Asama, who is riding with a weight of more than 100 kilograms.

Although he was obviously full of beautiful ideals for this small group, he was always subjected to such bullying and conspiracy. Although he was disappointed, he still hoped that through hard work and communication, a beautiful team environment could be built.

Got it, he is Ye Wenjie from the love counseling department.

Fortunately, the Immortal River was also behind and did not speed up because the game started.

"Sang F, suddenly my conscience struck me, do you want to treat everyone to lunch?"

Immortal River smiled and said,
"It doesn't matter, as long as I shout something about friendship, bonding, can't give up, etc. behind your back, I can catch up in no time~"

Do you think you are the protagonist of a hot-blooded comic?
"Robert-kun! Just step back and save your strength. I will help you lead the ride here~~~"

When we were still 1km away from the curry restaurant, the Immortal River began to accelerate, and a peach wave that was erotic but not vulgar appeared in front of Asama's eyes.

Asama suddenly fell into the dilemma of looking up in temptation and looking down in confusion.

Forget it, increase the horsepower and overtake Immortal River! (End of chapter)