Tokyo Wingman King

The soft body pressed tightly against his back.

He was clearly trying so hard, yet he seemed particularly powerless.

It was like the hand of a dying person clenched in an attempt to grasp something.

Facing the demon king Mai Majima, who is at the bottom of the physical strength in the love consultation club, Asama has 100 ways to make her unable to continue.

However, Asana did not refuse this hug.

For fear of disturbing others, the girl was sobbing softly for him.

Her tears soon wet his shoulders.

Every drop seemed to contain all the rainy seasons about breakups in the previous life, splashing down on my shoulders.

Although it won't drown people, it will take dozens of sunny and windy days to dry up the moisture.

Melancholy, like a teardrop melting off the clothes on your shoulders.

But human tears are limited, and the tears cannot wet Qianjian’s chest.

In one day, I made two girls cry.
Asana could feel a subtle sympathy. Although she knew nothing, she seemed to understand him.

This sympathy is completely different from the sympathy he felt when he lent her 1000 million.

At that time, he already knew most of her affairs. But at this moment, she didn't even recognize half of Asama Shizumizu.

He did not mock or resist.

He didn't return her hand.

He didn't make a guttural sound.

He could only wait quietly for the girl to calm down.

The hour hand seemed sleepy and stayed on the clock face too lazy to move, and a moment seemed to last as long as morning and evening.

How long did this hug last?

This kind of non-sexual, sympathetic embrace.

There was no racing heartbeat, no blushing faces, no rubbing of ears, no rubbing into each other's bodies as if taking root.

The two people's heartbeat and breathing were almost synchronized.

And because of this, Jiandao was sure that the person she was hugging was a person who shared the same fate with her, rather than a cold stone.

It's funny that this person who has always rejected her can give her the courage to continue loving him just by breathing.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly hugged you and cried like a madman"

Jiandao loosened his arms without knowing when.

"That's not the case. Thank you, Mai, thank you."

He turned around, and those eyes that could hug people with just a glance were actually a cold gold.

It seems to be saying, [I have actually survived a long time ago, I am not broken.]
The embarrassment after the impulse quickly defeated Jiandao.

What on earth am I doing?

Jiandao knelt down and took a step back, but his shoulders were grabbed by Asama who turned around.

"and many more."

She didn't shy away from Asama's raised hand.

He first wiped the tears from her cheeks with the palm of his hand, then scraped away the wet marks with his thumb. Then he reacted and took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Those hands that could play beautiful music on the piano were hotter than her tears.

"I'm sorry to have made you worry. Maybe it's really pitiful."

Asana put away the towel and smiled at Jiandao.

"Jingshui, I will never lie to you. You can explore my life inside and out. Please believe me, believe us. So, please don't be disappointed in love."

"There is nothing to be disappointed about. I am not a cripple with a broken leg. I would rather get a prosthetic leg to make myself whole again. Love may be the most important survival organ for many people, but for me, it is just a phantom limb."

Jiandao discovered that Asana's pupils had turned back into the color of the abyss, and his entire temperament had changed from noble to calm.

She grabbed Asama's hand and shook her head.
"That's not it. It's definitely not what you said. You may have changed the concept. I can't argue with you. But you once told Tomiya that love is not a feeling of possession, but a feeling of transmission. So, let's pass on feelings of appreciation and trust like passing the ball, instead of avoiding them like dodgeball, okay?"

“I’m not hiding, I’m just…”

"You do! Even between friends."

"That's the problem. How can your starting point be like that of friends?"

"That's the love between friends. Although the future is unpredictable, I believe that there will always be a place for each other in our future."

Asana sighed and really redefined the meaning of friends.

Jiandao suddenly grabbed Asana's hand.

"Jingshui, do you believe in fate?"

Asama looked at Majima with red eyes and felt a little strange.

She stood up again, tiptoed to the candy plate that came with the midnight snack delivered to the hotel, and found a bar of chocolate among the pile of candies.

Lotte's Ghana Chocolate.

“Do you know who is the spokesperson for this chocolate?”

"what happened?"

"Hamabe Minami, and Yoshizawa Ryo."

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Of course he knew what Jiandao meant.

She is about 70% similar to the artist Minami Hamabe, while he is a degraded version of Ryo Yoshizawa.

"You mean, the remaining candies represent the fate between Yue Hai and the others and me?"

"No, it's our destiny."

Jiandao tore open the package, broke off a piece and handed it to Asama, and put a piece in his mouth as well.

"Try it."

"I don't like sweets."

"You're lying. Grape-flavored Fanta is so choking, don't you like it?"

You guys don't like grape flavored Fanta
Mashima forcefully stuffed the chocolate into Asama's mouth.

"what about the taste?"

"It's too sweet. Cocoa is supposed to be bitter. The sweetness is all due to additives. Using chocolate to express love is full of irony."

"No, that's what love is."

Jiandao smiled slightly.
"Be prepared. It's a pity that you missed Valentine's Day today, but next year on Valentine's Day, I will make you a grape-flavored Fanta-flavored chocolate. It's a courtesy, so you must accept it."

After hearing what Jiandao said, Asama suddenly felt that grape-flavored Fanta was not so tasty. They had agreed to stay in Ito for the entire summer vacation, but the girls had to return on the third day.

In the afternoon, Fuzugawa had to attend a meeting on industrial cooperation between the Fuzugawa family and the Konoe family.

The proposal regarding Daigo Shoya is also on the agenda these two days.

According to the plan, tomorrow, Sunday, the five of them will go to the welfare home in Chiba to visit the children.

The day after tomorrow, I will cheer for Fuzugawa's performance.

The Konoe family has already placed an advertisement in their live show. In the "One Store, One Color" plan of Daigo Bookstore, the rock-style "Daigo Bookstore Shibuya Store" will set up a "Vinyl Planet Record Zone", where a large number of precious vinyl records and limited edition rock music history books will attract a large number of music fans.

The LIVE also invited several underground bands that have good momentum and better commercial operations than the Death Samurai Band. These bands will be connected by the Death Samurai Band's LIVE to form a new rock force in Japan, and will take turns to perform short-term resident performances at Daigo Bookstore, strengthening the stickiness of [Daigo Bookstore Shibuya Store] to the [music-reading] customer group.

After finishing the LIVE, it’s time to travel to Europe.

She is truly a heroine-level figure, and her schedule is very full.

The group said goodbye to Asama's parents and boarded the train to Tokyo.

Asama's father drove with Asama's mother and waited by the track while smoking.

Their son is surrounded by a group of well-educated, good-looking girls who like him very much, and they are not sure whether this is a blessing or a curse.

Meiji Asama didn't want Shizumi Asama to be a gigolo, after all, he himself was not one.

Seeing the train leaving the station, Asama Meiji turned over and stood on the roof, holding a loudspeaker and shouting at the train:

"A Shui, be a man, don't be so tight-fisted with your wallet, your dad will support you."

The train hadn't accelerated yet, but the sound was still heard by Asama and the others.

There was a commotion in the tram.

The girls covered their mouths and giggled.

Asama sighed.

The first request for support - Can you please stop calling me Ah Shui like Pochi?
The train runs along an S-shaped route along the east coast of the Izu Peninsula.

The tangerines in the box would occasionally make noises hitting the paper box.

Asama and his friends each carried a box of summer citrus fruits, which contained three varieties with different sourness and sweetness.

When Pochi learned that one of them was suitable for slicing and soaking in wine like lemons, she wanted to fly directly to a convenience store in Tokyo with the orange in her hand to buy some.

I asked my mom to express the other specialties because I couldn’t carry them.

Pochi looked at the train route map, [Minami-Ito-Kawana-Tomoto-Jonggasaki Coast], and she was surprised.

"Ashui, we can take the JR Ito Line to the Jogasaki Coast, why did you take us on bicycles?"

"Exercise more, Pochi, you must have gained at least 5 pounds, right?"

"Nowhere!"

Jiandao, who was wearing sunglasses, smiled and said,
"Shizue probably wants us to experience Ito more intimately, right?"

Among the four girls, only her eyes were swollen, but luckily she was wearing sunglasses.

But she felt that it was okay to have swollen eyes. Although the [Healing Girls Alliance] lost the team battle, she did not lose.

She felt that she and Asana were a little closer - the reason was that he and she held hands until bedtime.

They arrived at Atami in less than 20 minutes, and Asama and his group changed to the latest N700S series JR Tokaido Shinkansen.

Since the train only stops at Odawara, Shin-Yokohama, and Shinagawa stations, it takes less than 50 minutes to reach Tokyo Station.

As soon as they got on the bus, Fuzukawa started chatting with a few other people about some gossip in the class, while Asana put on headphones and listened to Zen stories.

The most explosive news in the class group this morning revolved around Horikita.

It is said that after being rejected by a big-breasted girl, Horikita deleted all the posts on X that said he liked big breasts and started to switch to the Sigma Man style. This change won the support of many boys who failed in their confession.

But Hanyu revealed the source of his recent remarks - for example, [Don't leave yourself room for pleasure, don't be tempted by the way of love, and never betray the way of war] - which sounds cool, but actually comes from the lines of the male protagonist of an 18+ erotic piano game.

"I think almost all high school boys watch pornographic movies. There's no need to embarrass Horikita like this."

"Quiet water, can you see it?"

"Shizumi-kun, what type of actresses do you like?"

They had been to Asama's house several times but had not found any taboo information. They were very curious about what kind of movies Asama liked. If he liked maids, they would play maids for him; if he liked S, they would cooperate with him in obedience training; if he liked older girls, they would wait a few more years; if he liked lolita, they would watch the same movies.
"A Shui, you don't like little girls, do you?"

Asama took off his headphones and asked,
"What did you just say? Say it again."

The girls didn't want to talk anymore.

Fuzugawa asked Asama if he was still listening to Heidegger. Asama shook his head and told them a story about freedom.

[A monk went down the mountain to buy things for the temple. He passed through a jungle and suddenly found a tiger following him. Unarmed, he could only flee in panic, but soon he came to a cliff.

He calmed himself down. The cliff was very high and he would die if he jumped down directly. Fortunately, he saw a vine hanging from a tree at the edge of the cliff. He could climb down by climbing up through the vine.

But halfway up, he discovered that there was a tiger at the bottom of the valley, waiting for him to climb down. He was stuck, and when he looked up, he saw two mice, one white and one black, trying to bite the vine in his hand and break it.

Knowing that he was going to die, he suddenly calmed down. He looked around and found some berries growing nearby. He let go of the vine, picked a berry, and put it into his mouth without hesitation.

What a sweet smell! At this moment, he forgot everything.]
"Strange Fable, isn't this guy dead? Why is he still in the mood to eat strawberries?"

Pochi suspected that the monk in the story was just like Asama, whose brain was damaged by reading too much.

"I once read this fable in the book 'Catching Fallen Leaves'. Why did Robert add the premise of [purchasing things for the temple]? And the ones gnawing on the vines were two tigers, right?"

"Do you believe in foreign Zen fables or Chinese Zen fables?"

"But there were no strawberries in China before the 20th century, right?"

"The earliest version should be honey. Strawberries, berries and wild fruits are just a more reasonable symbol. As for what it is, it doesn't matter."

"But the fruit in the Garden of Eden can only be apples!"

"Let's not get off topic. Let's get back to the topic. I think [buying things for the temple] is very important. It is different from [picking berries for himself]. The former is a social obligation or labor, while the latter is the unexpected satisfaction of personal desires."

"So, he's a glutton?"

Asama glared at Pochi with a look that said, "Are you a genius?" She was like one of those liberals who deliberately made jokes to dilute the sanctity of the authoritative interpretation.

"For monks, survival is the top priority, but when the top priority is blocked, people must find their own state of freedom. That state of sacrificing one's life can inspire them to seek the [sweetness that is within reach] for themselves. Eating strawberries, an act that meets physiological needs, covers his safety needs."

Several girls knew what was going on and knew that Qianjian was using these cases to criticize them again. But wasn't that "sweetness within reach" him?

"Ah Shui, do you mean that we should live with physiological needs as our first priority?"

"This koan was originally meant to satirize those fools who ignore danger for the sake of their immediate desires. But after the rise of existentialism, this Buddhist koan has changed its meaning. F-san, do you know what it means now?"

Fuzugawa, who was familiar with Camus, smiled.
“No matter how hopeless and absurd life is, we should be like [fireflies flying into the fire, living towards death], we need to [enjoy the moment here and now].”

Asama nodded.

“Only by questioning vulgarity, ignorance and absurdity can we escape from them. Only by rebelling with an attitude of escape can life have value and meaning.”

The girls nodded in understanding.

Life will only have meaning if I love you without listening to you, right?
Ah Shui/Jing Shui/Jing Shui Jun/Robert Jun? (End of this chapter)