Tokyo Wingman King

The girls agreed to Masumi Ichijo's suggestion on the grounds of saving department funds.

They thought that if Asama was the one to book the hotel room, he would definitely do as he had done before - book a room by himself.

If everyone lives in Ichijo, it means that everyone has the right to spend the night with Asana.

The girls seem to have mastered John Stuart Mill's secret of "the greatest happiness" - whether it is hard work or restraint, make sure that the pursuit of happiness can make the most people happy. On one side, everyone wins, and on the other side, everyone loses. Everyone knows which side to choose.

Asama, the only one who voted against, accepted the result calmly.

It doesn't matter anymore, just like tonight.

Sleeping in the same room does not mean sleeping in the same bed. He does not have a mental obsession with cleanliness that makes him uncomfortable when breathing in the same space with the opposite sex. He can sleep on the sofa or on the floor. At most, he will not sleep and then suffer from jet lag.

This was certainly not to train his emotional insensitivity, he was not the mainstream Japanese man who was disgusting. Whether it was living in the same room or being forced to agree to play the King's Game, he just wanted to test himself to see if he had crossed over [Desire].

Unfortunately, the result of the test is [No].

The premise of transcending [desire] is that desire undergoes a metaphorical transformation the moment it is satisfied, and then continuously generates higher-level [desire] - just like in the novels of cultivation, one can only cut off the worldly mortals after experiencing them, and after ascending to heaven, one must re-enter the world, and then once again break through the worldly mortals.

The desire that is not transcended is either like a secret crush on a teenage goddess, making her an illusion that can never be realized; or it is like the boring emptiness after the passion is released, becoming a false desire that will be eliminated by satisfaction.

Asana tried to bypass the desires of this life by using the satisfaction of his previous life, but this clever approach failed.

There is no other reason.

Because they are special, they have amazing charm, and each of them is a unique temptation.

Including Pochi.

Asama still remembered the look in Pochi's eyes when she returned home safely from Tokyo Bay. That warmth was enough to make him tolerate all her childishness and lack of ambition.

The desire for them is most likely just a mixture of sexual desire, possessiveness mixed with jealousy/greed, narcissism based on patriarchy and the Eucharist, and longing for self-lack. This does not include the goodwill that is truly responsible for them.

In short, if he embraced these things now, the harm to them might be more unacceptable to him than the secondary harm to himself.

The difficulty of refusing smoking is different for people who quit smoking and those who hate smoking from the beginning.

He didn't know whether the rejections in the past two months had really strengthened his will. Because the temptations in the dream kept bothering him, as if saying, "All your resistance is meaningless, you will eventually sink."

This instead aroused the rebellious nature of Asama, a mediocre person.

In the first round of the King's Game, he was able to avoid revealing any flaws thanks to the concealing effect of [Yamato Nadeshiko's Smile].

Fortunately, I did not give them the ideal positive and negative feedback, and my rejection attitude never slackened, but this was of little help to the current situation.

He has made no progress in love. This state is not good. But what is the right state? Through training?

No, they are not consumables for their own experiments.

Relying on other people's wisdom?

Other people's love remained superficial. He failed to collect any cases that could help him.

He was not optimistic about the relationship between Dahui and Yamashita because of the difference in their values ​​and ideals.

He was not optimistic about the relationship between Komaba and Hanzawa, and the decisive factor was the enthusiasm of the leader, which easily cooled.

He is not optimistic about the relationship between Nijo and Takishima. She is a responsible woman and he is from two worlds that cannot be integrated.

He was not optimistic about the relationship between Yugyoin and Fukasawa. He thought that the second best option of using the unreal to achieve the real was too difficult. If it did not come true, it would just be an imitation of ideal love by the two out of kindness and sense of responsibility.

He doesn't think highly of any couple he brings together, or rather, all the long-lasting and sweet love in the world cannot give him confidence.

Lacan said, "Love constitutes the demand to be loved in return."

[Their love ultimately seeks to be loved by him.]
How can he repay their love for him? Can he divide their love into five equal parts? Or even more? Is that love?

He is a disabled person.

A bird without wings cannot yearn for the sky too much.

"Hero-kun? Hero-kun? Are you too tired?"

"How dare Ah Shui criticize me when he obviously likes to slack off as well."

Asama reacted and looked at the notebook that Jiandao handed over. There was an underline under a sentence in German.

It is a poem by the German poet Brecht.

".This sentence translates to [You have nothing, I cherish it deeply. The world's weakness is love.]"

Masumi Ichijo clapped on the screen.

Fuzukawa, who was adjusting the PPT at the side, leaned over, looked at it for a while, and smiled,

"How come Mr. Robert translated this poem so flowery, magnifying personal emotions into the world? Adding random words is a taboo in translation!"

"Has Risei-chan also read this poem?"

Fuzugawa nodded to Futami.
“I think it should be translated like this: [You have no weaknesses, but I do, because I love (you)].”

Asana looked at Fuzugawa who had just read "Because I love" as "Because I love you", but saw that Fuzugawa clicked on her PPT summary, looking proud of his work results.

Fuzugawa's version resonated widely, so Asama's translation lost.

Regarding Fuzugawa's homework, the major shareholder of Daigo Shoya tried his best but only found two small problems. After all, the initial framework was agreed upon by him and her, and he couldn't go against himself, right?

In response to the interests of Majima and Futami, Masumi Ichijo added a poem by Brecht to the German class.

The poem was the one chosen by Asama - "Remembering Marianne", a poem about lost love.

The girls knew what Asana wanted to say, but they just wanted to create memories of kissing him under the white clouds and the plum tree.

After Masumi Ichijo's German class ended, everyone confirmed the time to go to Vienna and Berlin.

After hearing Asama say that he would go back to Berlin with her and stay in Berlin for two more days, Ichijo smiled, blew a kiss to Asama, and hung up the phone.

Seeing that Asama wasn't alarmed, Pochi also stopped wanting to make a fuss.

For her, learning German only delayed the pain of doing homework a little bit.

Busei stood up and did some stretching exercises, but the spring light between the yukata rooms could not reach Asanama's eyelashes.

After a short break,
Futami chose to help Fuzugawa summarize the information, Jiandao accompanied Pochi to study, and Asama was wavering between the two groups.

The study continued until late at night, and everyone finished the midnight snack provided by the hotel.

Futami and Fuzugawa put their respective PPTs together and had Asama go over them carefully. After learning that they were qualified, the two girls happily high-fived each other.

"It's really easy to be PUA by your boss when you have such a high-intensity job. Robert, are you trying to turn Daigo Shoya into a sweatshop?"

"Well - there is a false feeling of liberation."

Futami stretched her body, letting the collar breathe a little. At this time, Asana had her back to them, checking Pochi's homework.

He answered without turning his head.

"That's nothing compared to your strength. I don't think you can even defeat a team from Tokyo."

"Don't underestimate Tokyo. Tokyo ranks among the top 20 countries in the world in terms of GDP alone."

After a quick wash in the hotel room, Futami and Fuzugawa spread the bedding next to Asama Pochi.

The two of them laid down comfortably with their heads pressed against Asana's back.

"Shizue-kun, just sleep sideways at night~"

This was the sleeping method they came up with after observing Asama's condition and deciding that tonight was not a good night for a strong attack.

The four girls slept in a row, with Qianjian sleeping horizontally on top of them, as if there were two more vertical lines under the Chinese character [丌].

"Mr. Robert."

"What's wrong."

"I worked hard today!"

"Got it. You've worked hard. Go to sleep."

Busui breathed a sigh of relief.

“I will keep working hard for myself.”

Asana turned around and looked at Busei's head which was buried in the pillow, and hummed softly.

"Eh? What's wrong with you, Risei-chan? We didn't have chicken soup today, did we?"

"Hey, sometimes you need to use this to energize yourself. Good night, let's go to bed first."

"I also want to go to sleep right now. My eyelids are drooping."

"Just concentrate on the questions and pay attention earlier. You can finish these questions in half an hour."

"A Shui, do you have any misunderstanding about my academic ability?"

Unexpectedly, Pochi's lie about the Asama family's academic genius genes was exposed in just one night.

"It's really hard. Many of these questions are like those from the Olympic Games."

"It's just a dead question, not of this level, how can you say that Tokyo University can take the exam casually?"

The three members of the study group continued their discussion. Futami and Fuzugawa, who were already very sleepy, listened to Asanama's explanation of the formula as if it were a lullaby, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

One hour after they lay down, Pochi had only finished 1% of his homework.

"Can you please stop biting the pen? Even if you chew it to pieces, the answer won't come out."

"This question is so tricky, it makes me so angry!"

Maybe it was because he had already learned the simple knowledge points, or maybe it was because mathematics was really difficult for Boqi. In short, Boqi's learning efficiency today was very low and he was completely dragged along.

Even a first-grader like Jiandao could slowly solve the problem, but Pochi was like pouring vegetable soup on a stone - he wouldn't listen to it.

Pochi, who preferred to choose "working hard and lying down" over "working hard" was given several big slaps by Asama. He gave several examples but it only made things more complicated. Asama no longer pursued Pochi to solve the problem, but asked her to solve it by rote.

At one o'clock in the morning, Pochi, who had already endured a hard night, finally finished his homework.

Pochi didn't even have the energy to celebrate like Fuzugawa and the others.

With so many people in one room and her core accomplice, Fuzugawa, also fallen, she no longer had any intention of launching a night attack. After gulping down a bottle of water, she leaned against Fuzugawa's back, muttered a few curses at Asana, and soon fell asleep.

As soon as Pochi fell asleep, the sound of cicadas outside the house began to sound.

Jiandao spent half an hour taking notes and organizing the knowledge points.

Yinghe’s teachers always like to give some questions that are beyond the syllabus. After studying tonight, she has mastered 3 more formulas, which makes her more confident about mathematics in the next semester.

Asama accompanied him and took notes on his German studies for a while.

It is normal to learn poetry while learning German, but I didn’t expect that Ichijo would choose Brecht.

I thought they would choose the more famous works of Goethe or Schiller.

Asama's previous idea that "this demented world will tolerate bad men with pretty faces" originated from "The Threepenny Opera".

The author of "The Threepenny Opera" is none other than Brecht.

I got to know this person because of my girlfriend in my previous life, who was a fan of niche literature.

He never criticized her taste to her face, but instead studied the poems of Pessoa, Lorca, Rilke, Blake, Brecht, Akhmatova and others.

It can be said that he was always transformed into an ideal by them.

"If your nose was higher and your chin was more pointed, you would look more like Han Han."

She held up a collection of poems whose name had grown so long that even Asama couldn't remember it now, and smiled at him.

"Oh. But I don't have time for plastic surgery. My work order is already full. It's pure luck that I can come out now."

"Idiot~"

A collection of poetry hit me on the head without any force or force.

"Jingshui? You seem to be in a daze lately. If you are too sleepy, go to sleep."

"Why don't you go to bed first? You have dark circles under your eyes."

"what?"

Jiandao took a picture with his mobile phone and suddenly started laughing again.

"It doesn't matter if you have dark circles under your eyes. What's important is that it feels good to stay up late with you. I want to watch you fall asleep."

"I can't sleep if someone is staring at me."

Jiandao looked back, then suddenly stood up, walked to the window, sat down, waved to Asama again, and whispered, "Can you chat with me?"

Asama hesitated for a moment.
"rest early."

"We won't talk about anything other than friends."

Asana sighed and sat down next to Jiandao.

"You want to ask about F-san, right?"

"I can probably guess what you and Risa talked about, why she cried, and what you said before going to bed. Because I am the same. In front of you, we have always been the recipients of gifts."

"."

"Rise, you must have said she was not doing her job properly and not working hard, right?"

"."

"But everything she does these days, she does for you."

[I don't need you to do anything for me.]
Asana suddenly couldn't say such a matter-of-fact thing. He paused for a moment and said,

"Yes, I know. I didn't have time just now. I will find time to thank her in person."

"I'm not arrogant and come here to reconcile your relationship. I just want to say that our relationship will continue. Even if you don't want to, we will definitely give up all our self-esteem for you. We think this is what you deserve."

The love that sounds like retribution hits me hard.

Mai, this is not something that only friends can do.

"In fact, we have decided to love you this way. Not to cling to you or depend on you, but to follow you and accompany you forever. Perhaps the differences in status, ability, and love have put us in a weak and unequal state that you can't stand, but we don't feel uncomfortable. As long as you are by our side, we will persist with happiness. This is the way we want to support you, just as you want to support Arima-kun and Riyo.

But the difference is that you may be dissatisfied with Arima and Risa deviating from the trajectory you set, and we will always respect your wishes.

Whether it is noble or ordinary in the future, a lifelong friendship without sex, or "

"That's enough. Mai, that's enough."

[Friends’ agreement] This self-deception had already become invalid before the start of this summer vacation.

"I'm not an ungrateful person, but one day you won't be able to forget me. Just treat me like Konoe Chiyo, a bad person who doesn't know how to love."

".Your reason actually can't convince us. How can Jingshui know that you will definitely let us down or that we will definitely change our minds? Whether it's Li Shi or me, we are willing to help you overcome this hurdle in your heart. It's a bit self-righteous to say this. But I love you, Jingshui. I love you more than any virtual love or real love.

You said before that you can’t fully evaluate a book before you finish reading it. Why do you sentence your love to death before you fall in love?

"Because I don't need to evaluate it comprehensively, I rely on the prejudices of the ancient philosophers to reject it."

".We won't hurt you."

Jiandao felt that he was acting too hastily.

However, within one day, Asana was seen in a daze three times, and each time he looked so lonely.

This made her feel sad, sadder than all the misfortunes that had happened to her in her life combined.

Asama sighed.

"So, not talking about things other than friends is also a lie that everyone knows about. If pure and inspiring friendship does not exist, then I no longer have the energy to continue."

"We have a friendship now, isn't it?"

"It is, but because of me, it is moving further and further in the direction of not being."

Hearing Asama taking the blame on himself again, Jiandao did not continue the topic.

Looking at the deep night outside the window and the moon hanging on the treetops, Jiandao recalled the days when he missed Asama at home.

At that time, the distance between me and Asana was actually even closer than it is now.

Jiandao took out his headphones.

"Sorry, let's stop talking. Can you listen to a song with me?"

"Um"

Asama let Jiandao put headphones on him from behind.

I knew it was an anime song from the beginning, the kind of exciting song that can't be played on a loop, but as he listened, Asana fell silent.

"[Love is more than love, but I refuse to understand]"
The overlapping love is too heavy to understand each other.

[Before I become disgusted...]
Before love turns to hate.
[What is going on? The evil things in the bus are covered in food.]
Isn't it like this? Always hiding the things that are too painful to look back on.

All you see is a false and beautiful illusion.

[Ah, how heavy is the sigh?]
Ah. Repeating lies over and over again
[Love hurts my soul, but I still love you]
Love will only leave you bruised and battered, and you will always complain in a low voice.

[I was so scared by the news that I cried]
She cried and said she was too scared to believe it. ”

Jiandao hugged Asama from behind.

"I don't like Gundam, but when I heard this song, I couldn't help crying. Because I thought of you. Love of love, this thing, must have disappointed you terribly."

She felt that Asama must be a man of natural wisdom. During lunch, she became more certain of this judgment when she heard Aunt Katsuko talk about his childhood. Although it sounds very superstitious, this is the only way to explain why people who have never been in love understand love so well, but are also afraid of it.

I won't run away. Jingshui, no matter how fast you walk or how far away you are from me, I won't run away. I will catch up with you. After I catch up with you, I will hold your arms and ask you to wait for a few seconds. After these few seconds, I will run in front of you and let you take a good look at my back.

Beyond the pure and inspiring friendship, there must be a better relationship, waiting for me to discover and for you to harvest.

Once, you erased my 15 years of scars in just one day.

So, no matter what, I will spend my whole life healing you. (End of this chapter)