Tokyo Wingman King

Kierkegaard once said, "I have a strong desire, but I do not know what it is that I hope for, nor am I ready to mobilize my strength to discover it, because that would mean that I would have to free myself from the life in which I was entangled, so I could not hope."

This kind of distress that has no purpose or solution and avoids deep self-exploration is a kind of "empty depression".

In Kierkegaard's eyes, only God knew the solution to this melancholy, but God had no mercy on him.

God will not have mercy on Asama Shizumizu either.

There are so many girls who like me, why should I be sad?

Would anyone complain about having too much knowledge, too many skills, too much money or too much hair?
Why can't we adapt to these outstanding girls and get used to doing more intimate things with them?

No.

For Asama, this only exacerbated his depression as he could not see himself clearly.

The atmosphere in the love counseling department became weird. The girls used their collective power and a series of discourses to gradually form a stable disciplinary process.

Similar to what Ulrich Beck discussed in "Risk Society": social forces increasingly intervene in personal life, making the individualization process and personal freedom subject to the constraints of new relationships.

The small society of the Love Counseling Department is entering an existential crisis.

However, this circle is not a unit where Asana can quit whenever she wants, but a family that requires a sense of responsibility to run.

He believed that one day, they would be able to get out of the projective identification of [dependence]/[lust], Fuzugawa would be able to handle matters that were convenient for the family, Futami would be able to get out of the shadow of being bullied, and the scars of Jiandao's original family would be healed.

But in fact, the world that they should have explored has become a relationship of [men conquer the world, women conquer men]. They usually think too little about their own affairs and think too much about things centered on him.

They regarded him as a substitute for the question of human life, a substitute that seemed very close.

He couldn't give them a sentence like in the Bible: "Thus far shall you come, and no farther."

On the contrary, his advice to girls not to be romantic was like God telling Adam not to eat apples, which aroused their [curiosity] or [desire to win]? He didn't quite understand what was driving the girls' behavior.

This is the consequence of Asama's long-term belief in democracy and dilution of the minister's authority.

However, the feasible solutions provided by dreams are exactly what I cannot accept right now.

He hated that the things he resisted were called desires, which made him look like a masochist.

Because he once said, "What we fear is what we desire." The father of existentialism, the melancholic philosopher who played the role of Copenhagen's libertine, Kierkegaard, has been blacklisted by Asama.

After thinking about it, it turned out that the problem was caused by my lack of ability to handle things.

Just because a person's liking for you continues to increase doesn't mean she will obey you in everything.

Their rebellious/rebellious behavior became the only comfort to Asana - he was not enslaving anyone.

I hope that they can listen to him and go far away and find themselves somewhere else when they don't listen to him. This is a ridiculous paradox of self-righteousness and eating.

Of course he knew, but that's how the world is. People today seem to know everything except the answer.

Let’s eat.

My parents left the table, saying they wanted to drink, picked up the food, put it on the small table, and went to the backyard to eat.

There were only five people including Asama left in the restaurant.

The lunch was so sumptuous that it was comparable to the farewell dinner in my previous life.

Asama seemed to want to vent all of his "melancholy" into his cooking, and he prepared 2 dishes of varying sizes in 15 hours.

"Jingshui, didn't we have a welcoming banquet yesterday? Is this considered the second welcome banquet? It's too expensive to eat like this every day."

Jiandao was like a frugal lady, calculating the price of this lunch.

"It's okay. The prices in Ito are not bad, and many of the ingredients are grown at home."

Pochi worked hard to put the delicious food into his mouth. The juices from the steak forced Futami to distract himself and wipe Pochi's mouth like a kindergarten kid.

"Hmm - Ah Shui, come on, if every meal is of this standard, I don't know how fat I will be after the summer vacation."

"Don't worry, you don't have this chance."

He had no plans to take Pochi with him on his trip to China with his sons in the second half of the summer vacation.

Fuzugawa was browsing the Ito travel information on Instagram on his mobile phone.

"Where should we go first this afternoon? How about the Museum of Strange Boys and Girls? It seems like it would suit us."

No, you are the only weird one.

“There are too many weirdos going there.”

Futami picked up a piece of garlic pork ribs for Asama and said,

"Then let's go somewhere with fewer people?"

"There are few people in my family, how about we learn German together in the afternoon?"

Asama suggested.

"Nein! No."

"Nix da. No way~"

"Nein, danke. No, thank you."

"Ohne mich. Don't count me in."

"."

When did they become so good at German?

"Excuse me."

Katsuko Asama walked in carrying a large bottle of orange mint sparkling water.

Pochi quickly took the plate and smiled.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mom. Leave it to me."

"Thank you, little Pochi~ I'll be leaving first, you two should get along well~"

"Thank you, Aunt Shengzi~~~" x3
Asama had never thought that girls' voices could be so sweet.

Katsuko Asama touched Pochi's head, winked at Asama, and closed the door with a smile.

Pochi, who fabricated the story that he is of Russian-Japanese descent, his parents are both dead, his property is taken over by his relatives, and he came to Japan alone to find a peaceful place, has successfully entered the heart of Asama's mother.

In Asama Katsuko's eyes, there was nothing big about adopting a poor and kind goddaughter, especially since the girl loved her son so much.

In Erjian and the others' eyes, this is the love of an aunt for her niece.

Relying on information gap and narrative tricks, the identity of Pochi was successfully replaced.

There was also a bottle of mineral water and a can of grape-flavored Fanta on the plate.

Fuzukawa took the mineral water and said with emotion towards the door,
"Aunt Shengzi is so cute~"

"Riyo, it's not nice to describe your elders like that."

"I think Aunt Shengzi will be happy to hear that~"

Asama glanced at Busui River.
"Then why didn't you say it to my face?"

"You have to savor this kind of cuteness to understand it~"

The air conditioner made a rattling sound, and even colder air was sprayed out.

Under Asana's insistence, the girls reluctantly agreed to take a two-hour lunch break before going out.

So the girls collectively invaded Asama's 10-square-foot room, quickly divided up Asama's bed, and each of them passed the time with a novel in their arms.

Busei took a quick look at Proust's masterpiece "In Search of Lost Time" and felt that this large volume was not suitable for reading in fragmented time, so he started looking for books of interest on the bookshelf.

"Are there any columns for suicide writers such as Yasunari Kawabata, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Osamu Dazai, Hemingway, Zweig, Yesenin, and Woolf? Mr. Robert's book classification is really bad taste."

"Camus, Kafka, Bronte, Oscar Wilde, WANG XIAO BO? Is this a column about those who died young? Huh? Why are there books by Mr. Murakami?"

".So your reasoning is completely invalid. In your column of so-called suicide writers, there are also long-lived writers like Hugo, Goethe, Tolstoy, Marquez, and Borges."

"Isn't it because the bookshelf couldn't be filled that other books were found to make up the number?"

Asama shrugged,

"Novels are low in thought density and are used to kill time. There is no need to classify them."

"But I feel like there are more novels than philosophy books~ Robert is as hypocritical as ever~"

"Because lies are easier to make up than the truth." Futami and Mashima both witnessed Busei's powerful ability to initiate topics, but the topics were all very serious and there was no suspicion of teasing.

"Murakami-sensei will be sad if he hears this. He also said that he is very interested in Robert-kun's cooking skills, right?"

"When?"

"You asked me a few days ago."

"This sultry old man."

Busei pulled out a book called "Kafka on the Shore".

"I suggest you read less books involving ethics because of the lack of Oedipus complex of fatherly love."

"I will automatically ignore these plots, just like when I was watching Lady Chatterley's Lover, for example, Mellors put his hand into Connie's clothes."

"Stop!"

What about the agreed upon plot to be automatically ignored?

Thinking of the girls discussing those works with large-scale descriptions unscrupulously in the morning, Asana felt that at least in consciousness, they were all experienced drivers. Of course, Pochi was an exception. Although she was a walking hormone, she was very simple when it came to reading.

"Mr. Robert, have you read Kafka's "When the Great Wall of China Was Built"? "

"The novel that uses the first person but has only discussion throughout the whole article but no story?"

For Asama, reading this novel was like enjoying Kung Pao Chicken stir-fried with olive oil, macadamia nuts, and turkey.

"I think Kafka and Robert are very similar~"

"I don't have a father with a loud voice like a gong. My relationship with my dad is very harmonious."

"No, I mean, in terms of spiritual belonging, although Kafka was a Jew from the Austro-Hungarian Empire and was influenced by Zionism, he told others, 'I am basically a Chinese, and now I am on my way back home.'"

Futami saw that Fuzugawa and Asama had been chatting for so long, so he closed the book and joined the conversation.

"Maybe Jingshui-kun was a Chinese in his previous life~"

“From the perspective of others, we can often understand ourselves more clearly. Kafka’s Great Wall of China is just a symbol of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and Judaism. He just hopes to find confirmation of his Jewish identity and culture from Eastern thought.”

"Robert-kun really knows everything. It seems that he not only studies books, but also studies information outside of books. I finally understand why you have no friends from elementary school to junior high school."

"Hey! Is it appropriate to laugh at something like this in front of others?"

"Indeed, if I really want to reach Shizumi-kun's level, I feel like 30 years wouldn't be enough."

Fuzugawa patted Asama's shoulder and said jokingly,

"So, maybe Robert will scold us behind his back for delaying his studies~"

"F-san, you finally have some self-awareness."

"Risei seems to know Shizue very well."

"After all, I've known Robert since he was still in his diaper. It's not an exaggeration to say that we are soul mates!"

"Have you started to fabricate even the memories of the past? Where did you come from, a fictional historian?"

"Kafka's "When the Great Wall of China Was Built" is also a kind of fiction, but it does not exclude sincere yearning~"

Boqi put down his phone and asked,
"Is Kafka a beautiful writer? Why when I search for Kafka, all I see online are 'I want to be Miss Kafka's dog'?"

"."x3
After democratic discussion, the first shopping destination for today was decided to be a swimwear store on the beach.

Futami, Fuzugawa, Mashima and the others clearly had swimsuits, but because Pochi alone didn't have one, they fell into the consumer trap of the four of them shopping for new swimsuits together.

When I went downstairs, my dad and mom were watching the latest round of baseball game recordings of the New York Yankees.

Shohei Ohtani, who was selected for the MLB All-Star team, is like Yao Ming in his previous life. He has recently once again aroused the enthusiasm of the Chinese people for a certain sport.

Compared to sports such as basketball and football that are dominated by the West, more people are beginning to believe that the pitcher's mound may be a more suitable stage for Orientals.

Asama's parents both like former Yankees manager Yogi Berra. The words of this baseball philosopher are always impressive, and Asama Meiji, when Asama was a child, always used Yogi Berra's words to educate Asama:

[When you are at a crossroads, just move forward.]
[It’s okay to make mistakes, but don’t make the wrong mistakes.]
But he was soon defeated by Asama's quotations from orthodox philosophers, and Asama's subsequent performance made it clear that he had no chance of getting back on track.

One of the greatest regrets in Meiji Asama's life was that his son could not surpass his eloquence in words.

Asama Meiji took out the car keys from his pocket and shook them at Asama.

"Do you want the car keys?"

"Do you want me to eat pork chop rice?"

The age for obtaining a driver's license in Japan is 18. Although no one will supervise driving in the countryside, there is no guarantee that the traffic police will not act on a whim. Even Fujiwara Takumi, who delivers tofu, commits crimes in the early morning. He certainly won't bring a group of beautiful girls with him to provoke the police.

The means of transportation is still the bicycle I rode from Tokyo.

Asama, who was without sunglasses, was blinded by the scorching sun and couldn't open his eyes.

As the route guide, he took the lead and rode at the front.

It was definitely not forced to the front by the sensual backs of girls leaning over their bikes!
"Robert, did you take a detour? The navigation said you can get there by taking Highway 135~"

"Ride along the sea, the scenery will be better."

But in fact, there is no suitable coastal cycling path on the eastern coast of Ito, and the most famous cycling route in the entire Izu Peninsula is not by the sea, but a plateau route that goes all the way up along the West Izu Ridge. When the weather is good, you can get a panoramic view of Mount Fuji to the north.

"As for the sea, didn't you see enough of it in Atami yesterday?"

"So you guys still want to go swimming at the beach?"

"Watching the sea and playing in the sea are two different things, just like the difference between having a crush on someone and being in love with them."

The girls' brave eyes made Asana look at the sea.

Sea, Moon Sea,

Island, island,

The sun, the immortal river,

The golden waves on the sea surface are wavy.

Asama was shocked by his own ability to associate without hesitation.

Has your brain been taken over by them?
Due to Jiandao's physical strength, the few of them stopped to rest near the Kawana Museum on the seaside.

"ah!!!----"

Pochi yelled at the sea.

Jiandao also raised his hands and shouted hysterically—

"I'm just an idiot!!! An idiot with no ambition!"

Why did it suddenly start to explode?

Tourists gathered around at the sound, like monsters in a zombie movie.

"I'm the fool who lacks ambition, the fool who's falling behind even though I'm ahead!"

For some reason, Futami also burst into emotion and started shouting at the sea.

Fuzukawa also joined the [War Cry Group].

"Listen to me! The word "ambition" is not meant to make you feel bad!"

Asama glanced at the Busei River.

“Don’t interrupt their reflection.”

"Does Robert like to reflect, too?"

"I will examine myself three times a day."

“That would make people depressed.”

“I think this is a kind of life wisdom.”

"Phew~Robert, some people overestimate the role of happiness and hope to be happy every day, but happiness always passes quickly.

You may have overestimated the power of unhappiness. You keep looking for trouble. In my opinion, you don’t need to reflect on anything.”

The eyes of the Busei River were much gentler than the golden waves. (End of this chapter)