Tokyo Wingman King

Morning exercise is carried out normally.

If you wake up 30 minutes earlier every day like this, you will have about 182.5 extra hours per year.

这些多出来的时间，可以拿来去做自己更喜欢做的事情。比如，读8-10本小说，听100-150张专辑，看80-100部电影或者体验3-8部3A游戏
If you ask Boqi at this moment, she would use the extra time saved by getting up early.

She might answer with a firm answer: sleep.

Because she is really sleepy now.

Asama, who had only slept for 40 minutes, did not feel uncomfortable. But among the four girls, except for Daimyojin, the others seemed a little reluctant, and Pochi herself was sleepy all the way, like a hungover zombie in a big city.

After running less than one-third of the distance, Fuzugawa led the sleep-deprived Pochi and Jiandao to rest on a bench by the road.

"Let's take a break. Robert-kun, Xiaoyue, you guys continue and don't worry about us."

Futami never expected that he would suddenly have the opportunity to be alone with Asana.

The dream I had yesterday seemed to be a good omen.

Wearing a high ponytail and a sportswear, she caught up with Asama who was leading the race.

"Aren't you going to wait for Risei-chan and the others?"

Asana waved his hand and sped up, as if to say that the farther away from them the better.

If you have to consider other people's pace even for such a small matter, you won't be able to accomplish anything.

Futami adjusted his running posture and gradually caught up with Asama's pace. His thin, crystal-clear lips moved slightly on his slightly sweaty face.

"The first time I worked out with Jingshui-kun was on a cruise ship~"

In fact, there were many firsts on the cruise ship, the first time I entered his room, the first time I looked at the stars with him, and the first and second confessions.

"Ah."

"It's only been less than a month, but it feels like a long time ago. It feels counterintuitive."

It's not a good idea to chat while running at high intensity. Hearing Futami's slight breathlessness, Asana slowed down his pace.

"Anti-common sense?"

"If you have a deep impression of something, even if it happened a long time ago, you would describe it as being fresh in your memory, right? But why is it that those unforgettable things on the cruise ship, even though they happened not long ago, give me the feeling that, ah, that happened a long time ago?"

The distance between the two people walking gradually became closer.

Futami is filled with a kind of erotic charm that is like a blooming flower.

Beneath her cool appearance, she is always passionate.

When Asana meets her unreserved eyes, rationality faces a challenge like a deep-sea whirlpool.

With flowers within easy reach, not everyone has the wisdom to choose to admire them from afar.

He reminded himself that he had received flowers before. The joy he felt when he received them was not intense, and he did not collapse in grief when they withered. He knew that the flowers had only exchanged desires with him.

"In fact, even just one day can make people feel like a lifetime away. Changes in emotions and cognition will make us interpret past experiences in a different way, and it is this difference that creates a sense of distance."

".I think it might be because Shizumi-kun has changed so much?"

Asama scratched his white hair.

"Is that what you're talking about?"

"No, it's the feeling that Shizue-kun gives."

"You mean, from being a nobody to being the focus of discussion?"

"I should say temperament, from an intellectual and calm hermit to a cool and aloof heartthrob."

In fact, Asama's change has always made Futami feel conflicted - she hopes that she is the only one in the world who can see Asama's handsomeness, but she also hopes that the whole world knows Asama's charm.

“The term ‘heartthrob’ is a bit exaggerated.”

“That’s not an exaggeration at all!”

Yinghe legend, Tokyo bad legend, Yokohama legend, as well as movies and band performance videos are fermenting on the Internet.
Asama already has a very large and complex fan base. While these fans dig into the idol's information, they are also excited about the idol's activities in other fields.

Erjian, who has changed from a heavy user of social apps to a moderate user, is often happy about the wonderful comments under videos related to him.

"Shizumi-kun, don't you consider opening a social media account? A club account will do! Since our love consulting department is actually a communication research department, wouldn't it be better to participate in communication if you open a social media account?"

It’s okay to open an official account, and it can even increase advertising revenue. As for individuals, forget it.

"Studying communication does not mean you have to be a huge success in daily social life. Lazarsfeld was socially anxious, McLuhan didn't speak human language and liked to quarrel, and Schramm had a stutter.

In fact, most normal people will feel scared when being watched by a large number of people, because this is a self-protection mechanism, and the attention from others will cause people to feel inferior. "

"But Jingshui-kun never cares about those looks, right?"

“So there’s no need to draw attention.”

Futami smiled, took a small step forward, then turned to Asama and said,

"But I've always wanted to keep an eye on Shizumi-kun. Will that bother me?"

The girl tilted her head slightly and waited for Asana's answer with a foul expression.

A car drove by, and although it kept a safe distance between the two of them, Asana still pulled Futami and moved her to his left.

".If you don't pay attention to the road, I will be troubled."

Futami was stunned for a moment, she remembered the scene when they first met. The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time surged up, and she put her arm around Asana's arm.

On a midsummer morning, the sweat from the two people's exercise blended together, and their body temperature and the touch of their skin were transmitted to each other.

"If I continue to walk with Jingshui-kun like this, maybe I will have the confidence to look forward without worrying about other things."

No matter how straightforward the metaphor was, there was no way Asana wouldn't understand it.

“This distance is not convenient for running.”

"Does Shizumi-kun have to be that fast?"

“It won’t always be that fast, but it has to be that fast.”

"If you can keep it like this, wouldn't it be faster and more comfortable to ride in a car?"

"There are not that many roads in the world that can be driven. Most of them rely on our own legs. The valuable and seldom traveled roads need to be walked step by step by ourselves."

Futami looked into Asama's eyes behind his black-framed glasses.

She was reflected in his pupils, but there was no sign of hesitation in his love.

It was this determination that further moved her deeply.

【For me, I should be grateful for the opportunity to love you. I am overjoyed every time I think that you are happy with me and every time I see the joy in your eyes. 】

Most of Maugham's novels are about unrequited love like hers, but Asama is much better than Walter in "The Painted Veil" and Larry in "The Razor's Edge", and he is also much gentler than the characters in the novels. Take the unequal love between Walter and Katie as an example, even such unrequited love can go so far, not to mention, she is not the clumsy Walter, and Asama is not the slut Katie who indulges in carnal desires.

Futami Tsukiumi has the confidence to walk all the remaining roads in life with Asama Shizue, no matter how smooth or rugged, no matter how winding or steep.

"Don't worry, Shizumi-kun, I won't hold you back all the time. Why don't we do an experiment~" Futami suddenly untied the hairband that tied her ponytail, squatted down, and tied the two people's feet.

"Even if you are running with two people, if you have enough tacit understanding, you can run as fast as an average person~"

"There are no ordinary people to refer to now."

"Wouldn't it be enough to just look at the pace on KEEP later?"

Futami took the initiative to hold Asana's waist.

"Shizue-kun, I'm serious now!"

"After all, this is not a normal way to walk. Be careful not to trip over each other."

"It doesn't matter, let's just live an ordinary life~ I will do my best to cooperate with Jingshui-kun!"

Every word of Damingshen was full of optimism and determination. Because she was too close to him, Asana could only pull his left hand out from between them and hold her loosely.

Just as people automatically shut down their hearing due to presynaptic inhibition when concentrating on reading, Asana's sense of touch and smell were fully opened due to the girl's closeness, making him forget to speak.

He was moved by the girl's determination. At this moment, she had no lust. It was better not to refuse this level of contact.

After running a circle, Jiandao caught up, and the two-person three-legged race turned into three-person four-legged race.

After a while, Busei and Pochi also joined in, and the three people with four legs turned into five people with six legs.

They were like a group of American Vietnam War recruits stuck in the quagmire of Southeast Asia, struggling to move forward on the flat country road.

In a sense, they exceeded their morning exercise schedule—in a way that doubled the physical exertion.

"Mom and Dad, we're back."

"Mom and Dad, we're back." x2
Busui followed Pochi and repeated his words. Asama looked at them speechlessly, and Busui blew a whistle to the sky.

There was no response from home. Dad had already driven away and Mom was probably in the greenhouse on the farm.

The first thing the girls did was take a shower.

Futami and Majima went to the bathroom on the second floor together. Fuzukawa invited Pochi to take a bath with him but was rejected.

Pochi lay on the sofa in the living room like a dead dog, asking Busei to take a shower first while she rested for a while.

This guy has been in a cycle of "not wanting to sleep" and "not wanting to get up". He must have been playing with his phone in the middle of the night yesterday.

Asama was too lazy to teach Pochi a lesson on these things. He hadn't figured out a lot of his own problems, so he didn't have the face to put on a preachy face.

After calling her mother, Asana opened the refrigerator, spent 2 minutes thinking of the recipe, and started preparing breakfast and lunch.

The flow experience of cooking helped Asana regain a little bit of himself, but unfortunately he didn't want to be a chef. He heard that chefs never had a good ending.

The brunch was very casual, with omelette, lemon salt grilled mackerel, teriyaki chicken leg sandwich, and rock sugar tangerine peel red bean soup;

Lunch was all salads, including Asama Farm Vegetable Salad, Celery Root Salad with Sansho and Dried Whitebait, Smoked Salmon and Orange Salad, and Ham, Chickpea and Purple Sweet Potato Mashed Salad.

The girls had already started chatting with their mother in the restaurant.

He cut some golden radish, pickled cucumbers and kelp as side dishes, and then asked the girls to serve breakfast.

He cleaned up the kitchen, packed the salads and extra sandwiches into food boxes, and put them in the refrigerator one by one. After finishing everything, he found that his mother and four girls were looking at him with smiles.

"Didn't you say you should eat first?"

"Breakfast is more enjoyable when the family eats together, Jingshui."

My mother said something strange.

By the way, is it really okay to say this without my dad being here?

It was already 9 o'clock after breakfast. Following my mother's instructions, everyone packed up all their equipment, put on their backpacks and set off.

Before leaving, Asama called his mother aside and had a serious talk with her. Other things were fine, but it was too outrageous to hand Okamoto to the girls in front of him.

After repeatedly explaining that he and they were just friends, Asana took the girls to the bus stop and took the nearest I76 bus to Ippuku Lake.

After a quick stroll and some photos, I took the I75 bus and got off at Hatsushimadai, 2 kilometers away from Mt. Omuro.

The bus was driving slowly and arrived at the station at nearly 10:.

There are not many tourists on this route, most of them are local elderly people.

Therefore, the Love Consultation Department has always been the focus of their attention.

Fuzugawa always greeted the elderly who looked at her enthusiastically, giving Asama the feeling that among a group of young people, Fuzugawa was the only one who gave up his seat to the elderly. Under Fuzugawa's lead, the girls became friends with the elderly, and many elderly people told Fuzugawa some tips on how to get a bargain at tourist attractions, and some elderly people also asked to travel together.

Asama felt that he seemed to be the only one who looked like a stranger.

After saying goodbye to the group of elderly people on the bus, they did not go directly up the mountain, but went into an alley.

Fuzugawa discovered that there were quite a few niche museums and art galleries nearby, and he dragged everyone to visit the art gallery of picture book illustrator Yasunari Murakami.

Asama has no interest in this kind of cursory photo-taking and check-in style, but Busei and the others seem to be very good at this kind of special forces style of travel.

When they finally climbed Mount Omuro, a 580-meter-high extinct volcano, Asama was not at all moved by the beautiful scenery before him.

The sun was so bright that it seemed to kill Asama as if it were a bacterium.

I don't know how many times I have seen this hill that looks like an inverted tea bowl or a matcha cake.

The grass under my feet is about a foot thick, and you can't tell at all that it has only grown after the spring mountain burn. It feels like the grass cannot be burned out by wildfires, and will grow again with the spring breeze.

There is an archery hall in the crater, which gathers many tourists who are tired of the scenery.

The girls held hands and waved to Mount Fuji in the distance.

In fact, most tourists admire Mount Fuji in the north from the top of Mount Omuro.

Asama vaguely knew why the grass on Mount Omuro grew so fast and became so green.

Looking at the never-melting snow on the top of Mount Fuji, then looking back at the islands and ships in the bay, Asana asked.

"What do you think?"

The girls looked at each other and smiled at Asama.

"Can you tell us your name?"

The girls were certainly not pretending to have collective amnesia.

Asama actually tasted four times the dose of heaviness——

Even in a world without you,

There must be some meaning.

But a world without you,

It's like August without summer vacation. 】

This August summer vacation may be longer than all his previous summer vacations combined. (End of this chapter)