Tokyo Wingman King

The shadows of the night are long.

The two walked very slowly.

"Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Busei chuckled.
"Huh~ That's a really Robert-style statement~"

“What’s my style?”

Asama shrugged, he was the MUJI of personality.

"There is a sense of arrogance, machismo, and condescension, as if you feel that you are a detached outsider, but you also have a sense of maturity, tolerance, and thoughtfulness, which makes people unable to help but trust you."

"Isn't that an over-interpretation? Can't you just answer the previous question directly?"

"what is the problem?"

Qianjian repeated it helplessly.
"Have you encountered any difficulties?"

Busui Chuan held his stomach and laughed heartily.
"That's it~ [Robert-kun's Rereading], I got it too early today~ Speaking of which, [Robert-kun's Daily Wishes], I haven't collected them for a long time~"

"Please forget about it, my dear. Of course, it's better for me not to ask."

Hearing Asama's answer, Fushigawa pursed his lips, then smiled again.

"Then don't ask~ Look at Robert, you never force answers on me~~~"

Asama understood that Fuzugawa was talking about the difficulties just now.

"F-san, do you know the artist Mu Xin?"

"Wood heart? Wood heart? Never heard of it."

"Well, this person is from China, and he is known as a [connoisseur of Japanese culture]. In his later years, he went into exile in the United States and became famous. He wrote poetry, prose, and paintings, and wanted to be a traditional literati. He picked up a Chinese student, and the student came back to China to promote him, which was very successful. He finally returned to China smoothly. One of the best writers in China once commented that this person's works are human. And this person's life creed is: no work, no one cares, and a bachelor. The first two are also the life status that the writer who commented on him likes.

F-san, it's normal that you haven't heard of Mu Xin. The modern Chinese people that the Japanese like are either Li Shuwen, Bruce Lee, or Lu Xun and the teacher. "

Asana introduced one person in a long list, but ended up involving two other people.

Fuzugawa was confused by what he heard, and with a curious look, he looked at Asama through the light from the other house's wall.

"so what?"

Asama continued to answer,
"Mu Xin once said, 'If you ask someone a question and she doesn't answer the question, then she has already answered it and there is no need to ask again.'"

"So, Robert-kun thinks I've answered?"

"It doesn't matter whether you answer or not."

"Hmm~ Robert-kun is quite inhuman~ No wonder he likes this wood heart."

The girl came close to him without any gender distinction, stood behind Asana, slightly tiptoed, and pinched Asana's shoulders with her hands, as if checking how thick the layer of silicone was wrapped around the metal skeleton.

Asama, who seemed to be hit by a bone-breaking hand, struggled to move sideways to avoid it.

"Let me make it clear - agreeing with a statement does not mean liking a person. If you like a person just for a statement, this kind of liking is too hasty. In fact, the nature of agreement and liking is very different."

Busei looked at him with sparkling eyes, thinking about what he had just said.

She agreed with what Asana said - she liked him not because of one sentence, but because of countless sentences and actions that made up him.

Fuzugawa, who is full of the aura of a lively girl, engages in a tug-of-war with Asama, with each side advancing and the other side retreating. Their footsteps remind them of the time at the student union thank-you ball.

Busei couldn't help laughing again, and this time, under the moonlight and the lamplight, his smile was blended with inexplicable delicacy and charm.

Asama changed the subject.

"I don't like things that are too hyped up. Well, the auction prices of Chang Yu's paintings in recent years are also the same."

"Why is Mr. Robert, who doesn't like capital speculation, so concerned about the auction price?"

"Because our attention has also been hijacked by capital."

"How much do you think my paintings are worth, Robert? Take your favorite one."

"If you want to hear a good price, wait until you die."

As far as hype is concerned, Chen Danqing's hype about Mu Xin is not a big problem because capital is not deeply involved.

In fact, great painters like Cézanne and Picasso were also good at hype. But there are so many famous and hyped artists abroad.

It was the luck of capital that Andy Warhol took a fancy to Basquiat. However, Takashi Murakami, who was also favored by capital, could not find his own "Basquiat".

But in Asama's eyes, Pollock's scribbling lines are good. Pollock, who maintained a chaotic creative state, captured people's habit of finding rules and concreteness in disordered and abstract things. Some scholars even assert that Pollock's paintings perfectly embody the fractal law. Anyone can criticize Pollock for not being a painter or an artist, but he is a genuine artist. He just put performance art and installation art on the canvas.

Asama lowers his own sensitivity by associating a series of knowledge points.

Unfortunately, whether it's her figure, appearance, voice or smell, all of which can be described as art, Busei is constantly conveying to him her desire to get closer.

The two passed by the dark Sanno Shrine, and a dim street lamp illuminated the first few stone steps leading up the mountain.

"Next, how about we go up the mountain for a walk?"

"There are no lights on the mountain, so it's too dark. The shrine is haunted."

"Is this true? Let's go back and check~"

You're excited by just saying that, right?

"Don't go, don't scare the ghost."

"I also think that living people are scarier than dead people~"

The two of them strolled along the country road for more than a kilometer. They were not far from the bustling downtown of Ito and could see from afar the lights of some late-night pubs were still on.

"I always feel like we should have a drink now~ What do you think, Robert~"

"You've been led astray by Pochi!"

"If you accuse her like this, Pochi-san will be angry. Actually, I knew how to drink before I met Pochi-san."

"Favourability minus 20. You're not still smoking, are you?"

"I don't like smoking~"

"That means you have drawn it, and your favorability will be reduced by another 20 points."

".Robert~"

"what happened?"

"Could it be that your favorability towards me was 999 before? After deducting so many points, why are you still so nice to me?"

"You think too much. I have enough patience even for a twisted guy like Konoha. You just have too much sunk cost on your side."

"Sinking? Jack's love for Rose in Titanic?"

"This is clearly a pirate ship."

"Then I win too~ As for the future, we are now in the same boat~"

Busei raised his hands and made the rowing motion again.

She is surrounded by the youthful atmosphere of the Pocari Sweat advertisement, which makes people want to fall in love.

"Have you read This Is Our Ship?"

"No."

"It is better not to read the management book written by Michael Covey, the former commander of the US Navy aircraft carrier. Because most management, on the surface, aims at efficiency and profit, but in essence it is exploitation. The so-called being on a boat, in fact, that small group of people already have a spare cruise ship. If the boat sinks, only the boatmen will pay with their lives. You are that small group of people."

"Is Robert also a boatman? I think my actions are a reckoning for the capitalists~"

"They've come to my house to investigate, but you still don't know which class I belong to?"

"The landlord class. Yesterday I noticed that your family still uses the royal crest. Does that mean Mr. Robert is really a royal family member?"

"It's not the imperial pattern of sixteen-petaled chrysanthemums. It's just the swallows that flew in front of the halls of the rich and powerful, and now fly into the homes of ordinary people. Whether it was before 1781 or after 1947, this kind of chrysanthemum pattern was used casually."

"You know it very well~ Noble capitalist Robert~ Only by destroying you can Japan flow."

Although she said this, Fuzugawa didn't feel disgusted with Asama at all. Even if he really was the spokesperson for the suffocating class system, she was more confident in realizing her childhood wish.

Because she believed in him and she knew what kind of person he was.

When Fuzugawa said "I'll destroy you", Asama said nonchalantly,

"Why don't you go after the real aristocratic capitalists? I'm really looking forward to seeing you in the headlines."

"It's not hard to make the headlines, but I have to borrow something from you~~~"

"Lend me your life as a sacrifice, eh? Are you sure I, with my normal intelligence, would help you do something that would cause trouble for myself?"

Busei suddenly grabbed Asana's hand, and before he could let go, he held it tightly and skillfully, as if he had done this action a thousand times.

"Because I believe in you~"

Believe that he always trusts her, believe that he will definitely support her, believe that he will not hurt her, believe that he will love her in the end. "If this is the only reason, you can only say that you are dreaming. My help is conditional - you must walk on the path you should walk, instead of taking hundreds of steps back to chase secondary youth."

Fuzugawa did not refute Asama's words. She understood what the right path was and what was primary and secondary. No matter what Asama wanted to say, she understood it all.

But she was too greedy. She wanted everything in life, both the so-called primary and secondary things, and the so-called secondary primary things.

“You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you?”

Seeing that Fuzugawa's happy expression was dampened by his own words, Asana nodded without lying.
"A little bit, especially when you're not doing your job."

Busei suddenly turned his head away, not looking at Asama, and complained,

"You still say you are not a capitalist, but you should at least give people some breathing space."

"Hasn't it been almost a week since we took a break?"

“Traveling is also very tiring!”

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you looking tired at all these days."

"Because the spirited girl is an important part of my character, idiot Robert."

The two walked for a while.

Although it is extremely hot during the day in Ito, it becomes increasingly cooler at night, and the occasional mountain breeze will help blow away the mosquitoes around their legs.

It's time to go home. If we keep walking, it will be dawn.

"Robert-kun."

"what happened?"

"When you held my fingers together just now, did you feel a little moved?"

"Have you ever interlocked your fingers? I don't remember."

Busei stood in front of Asama, opened his arms and smiled.

"Then let's try interlocking our fingers now."

"Are you so sleepy that you're confused? No."

"Robert is really not sensible."

"You're wrong. I've always been on the right track. I'm a man who can say NO to all temptations that I shouldn't agree to."

"Do you already consider me a temptation? Hey~"

Busei looked like a fox girl who had walked out of a game. She leaned forward, raised her butt, put her index finger in front of her lips, and gave Asama a wink.

"Hey, how come you are so obedient?"

"Can't you even give me a hug? Can't you give up your old-fashioned principles just for someone who believes in you so much?"

"Didn't we agree long ago that we would be friends forever and that true love is about holding each other's hands and climbing the ladder together?"

"Ah~ Did you say that? I don't remember~"

It was indeed Murong Lishi.

Seeing Asama's expression, Busikawa gave a mischievous smile and coughed lightly.
"Didn't we all read Camus today? [My lifelong wish is to be able to reach a conspiracy with someone. I found this feeling in you, and at the same time I found a new meaning for life.] I remember saying this to you. I always believe that between us, there will be a relationship that is amazing in length, intensity and depth."

"There is nothing I can learn from a cheating man like Camus."

"Robert-kun, there is no need to put length, depth, and strength on the unlovable side~"

Camus?
I read a sentence in "Exile and the Kingdom" [Some men shout, "Love me", other men shout, "Don't love me", and the worst and most despicable people will say, "Don't love me, but be loyal to me." ]

He would only be the second type.

He does not have the psychological disease of "he feels uncomfortable if he does not forcibly possess something he does not desire, and he feels unhappy if he does not see people who desire the things he possesses suffer."

It’s better to read less novels!

The two chatted idly and walked back to Asama Farm. It was already 3: in the morning.

After confirming that Busei had returned to his room normally, he, with his sensitive ears, discovered that there was still murmuring sound in his bedroom on the second floor.

Are you all night owls?

Are you still whispering so late?

Asama leaned closer to the door and listened, and found that it was the voice of Jiandao reciting German.

Trying too hard!

Can you handle it? We are going to do morning exercises together at 5 o'clock.

Speaking of which, Asana also remembered what he had not done today - the task of testing the limits of his current physical fitness had not been completed.

Asana took a box of gum from the refrigerator and went out again.

I just said that I can't rely on the system to create things. Now I have to put on the props again, and if nothing goes wrong, it will trigger the [Stay Up Late] skill.
Self-discipline of the mediocre.
Let's make a quick decision.

After coming back, wear the props and sleep for half an hour to prevent forced standby.

It took Asama less than 20 minutes to reach the famous gym in Ito.

He managed to get rid of all the surveillance equipment by turning invisible, and successfully sneaked into the gym. He then took out a few pieces of tissue paper and unplugged all the cameras in the gym through the paper.

Hold your breath and test your limits.

After a simple warm-up and a few sets of 60kg bench presses, Asama began his challenge.

体力8的状态下，卧推100kg、120kg、160kg最终200kg。

Deadlift 210kg, squat 290kg.

It is close to the basic level of a bodybuilding master, but with his current physique of 176cm tall and 64kg in weight, he already has superhuman physical fitness. If the Great Ming God gives him skills, he will probably be able to win gold medals in the Olympics.

After getting this result, he really wanted to get an attribute detector to see what level those people with physical strength 9 were at.

When breathing normally, there is no change in the data, but the body feels more relaxed, ensuring sufficient endurance.

Asana continued to test his limits.

His one-handed weightlifting is not as strong as I imagined. It cannot be compared with One Punch Man Saitama who can lift 1500 pounds with one hand in physical test.

The power of twisting and punching is 210kg.

The straight punch is 110kg and the swinging punch has such great power. It is the core strength that helps a lot.

The inch punch didn't quite get the hang of 66kg.

Grip strength: 130kg.

1 pull-ups in 66 minute.

Wide-grip push-ups: 1 in 198 minute.

One-arm push-ups: 1 in 114 minute.

Handstand three-finger push-ups, 1 in 60 minute.

I felt like I could do the plank with 50kg weight on my waist for more than an hour, but I stopped after about 1 minutes.

Overall, Asama, with a physical strength of 8, is already a complete pervert.

Asana took off the props and tested it again.

Bench press 60kg, deadlift 66kg, squat 80kg.

Grip strength 45kg, straight punch 40kg, push-ups 60 in one minute.

It seems that thanks to the bonus of judo, street fighting, Komaki-ryu ancient martial arts and other skills, he has reached the upper-middle level of high school students with a physical strength of 5.

Finally, I am not so weak anymore. I should continue to exercise. The positive feedback from my muscles is much greater than that from my brain.

After this physical examination, Asana made up his mind - he would never use the Star of Death unless it was an emergency.

After cleaning up some traces of the gym's use and turning off the lights, Asana went stealthily to remove the chewing gum from the public camera.

It was already dawn, but most of the people in Ito were still dreaming.

Asana hurried home with the sunlight which had not yet climbed above the low houses on his back.

Half an hour of sleep should be the minimum requirement for immunity to the [Staying Up Late] debuff.

If you don’t go back and lie down quickly, you’ll probably miss your morning exercise.

He didn't know that Ito now had a new country ghost story called "The Devil in the Gym".

He also didn't know that Pochi, who was hiding under the quilt in the guest room on the first floor, was muttering curses at him and quietly sneaked up to the room on the second floor.

It seemed that only the red-faced Daming God slept particularly soundly this night. (End of this chapter)