Tokyo Wingman King

The Sunday crowds were exhausting.

Perhaps for most people, the source of fatigue is not the crowds, but the upcoming Monday.

That is why Sunday is always more precious than Friday night or all day Saturday.

If all seven days of the week were Sundays, there would be no such trouble.

After all, there are places in this world where daylight lasts 24 hours a day. Is there anything wrong with some areas having 7 days off?

Oh, yes, this part of the world has already implemented [7 days off], a place called [Superstructure] or [Holy Land Marijoa].

It is impossible for all places on Earth to have daylight 24 hours a day, so the possibility of [7 days off] being available everywhere on Earth does not exist either.

Thinking this way will make your worries more complicated.

But not everyone is like Asama, who likes to make troubles even more troublesome.

We arrived at Bakurocho Station.

On the crowded tram, everyone's eyes were all over the place.

All kinds of eyes were involuntarily cast on the faces, clothes and legs of a group of young people who had just got on the bus and were standing in the corner of the car.

When they appear, if your eyes hesitate for even a second, it would be disrespectful to their beauty.

Rather than saying that they are beautiful, it is better to say that they are unique people that you will encounter on the tram in this lifetime.

Their appearance seemed to finally bring healing light to the word "日" on this tiring Sunday. But few people would try to get close to the sun, because getting too close to the sun would lead to blindness or melting.

Are they a girl group, or actors, models, or internet celebrities?
If not, it would be a pity, as it means the chance of seeing each other again is slim.

If so, it's such a pity. Entering the entertainment industry is a waste of such beauty.

Even at the peak of Nogizaka, there was no one like these four people, who were like Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt, and Lincoln on Mount Rushmore, full of balanced and strong presence.

As for the lucky little white-haired boy who was standing next to them, wearing a mask and glasses, he also exuded a special temperament.

He has a tall and straight figure, a stern and cold expression, a loose white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, meticulous trouser line, and a pen constantly swinging in his hand. These create a visible medium between him and the beautiful girls standing around him.

No one has the confidence to remain calm around them. Therefore, this white-haired boy, like a survivor living a normal life in a post-apocalyptic comic, looks normal, but is out of tune with the atmosphere in any corner of the world.

beep beep beep beep beep beep—

The sound of a train starting in a hurry sounded like the electronic ringtone of a mobile phone in the 90s.

Asama felt pain in his ears.

There is an overabundance of JR departure music in Japan. The entry music for each line and the departure music for each station on each line are mostly different and are updated every once in a while.

Office workers can judge whether they have arrived at their destination by the sound of music while they are sleeping, and many people use this music as their mobile phone ringtones.

Many stations have nice ringtones, and even each version is very classic. So what is the situation with this old-fashioned telephone ring tone? Is it discrimination against Bakurocho?
The sound of Chiba Station is also very abstract, and the ringing is as rapid as the sound of a chainsaw.

The boy, surrounded by beautiful girls, was thinking about these random things while doing the simulated geography test for the Tokyo University entrance examination - "Try to analyze the formation of the Thousand Lakes Desert in Brazil, and analyze its similarities and differences with China's Badain Jaran Desert and their respective economic values."

This is a common sense question. The answer can be obtained by analyzing the respective geological conditions, climate, regional environment, sources of wind and sand, and water sources.

The sand of the Thousand Lakes Desert comes from nearby rivers, but is brought back to the shore by tidal currents and monsoons. The water in the desert comes from tropical monsoon rainfall. The reason why it can become a lake is that there is impermeable bedrock under the desert, which turns the entire desert into a water reservoir.

The Badain Jaran Desert is a crescent lake formed by the groundwater level being higher than the horizon. This special geographical environment where water and sand coexist can better exert its economic value by focusing on tourism.

Asama even wrote some other things that were superfluous - similarity in appearance does not mean consistency in essence. For example, the convergent evolution of two different species, the sugar quoll and the flying squirrel, the water lily and the lotus, Peppa Pig and the pink hair dryer, the hamburger and the roujiamo, the map of the UK and the map of Shaanxi, and going up to the construction site and going down to the construction site.
The benefits of strengthened self-control are obvious.

Today, Asama didn't realize until he got on the subway that the girls were all wearing very scantily clad clothes, but he didn't even look closely at any pair of legs.

The fragrance of the girl and her pleasant voice seemed to have entered the background of the phone and could not disturb him who was immersed in his studies.

The sentiment value has been on the safety line, without any sign of rising, which makes people feel more at ease than China's large A-shares.

At this moment, when doing the questions, my mind and body move without any hindrance.

The train accelerated and the carriage began to shake.

Fuzugawa stood in front of Asama and held his arm. She watched Asama finish writing about the formation of the Thousand Lakes Desert and couldn't help asking,

"Robert, it's dangerous to do the test on the tram. Aren't you afraid of falling or poking other people with your pen?"

".Didn't you see the soft brush I used?"

"You don't need to help, Risei-chan. Shizumi-kun has always had good balance~"

Futami quickly put his earphones into Asama's left ear, and the song playing was Radiohead's timeless masterpiece "Creep".

Asana didn't refuse, although he would rather listen to some classical music than this.

Immortal River smiled,

"Well, let's surround Robert-kun. That way, we don't have to worry even if there's an emergency brake."

The girls responded to Fuzugawa's call at lightning speed. The Pretty Cure's actions of getting close to Asama together broke the hearts of many tourists.

"Humph, Ah Shui just likes to be a conspicuous bag now."

You are the ones who attract attention, right?
Asama glanced sideways at Pochi,
"This set of questions is very good. Once you have finished studying this round of review materials, start doing this set of questions."

After Pochi finishes the EJU exam, he still has to write a short essay for the entrance exam. The admission rate for girls in the third category of liberal arts is very high, and geography happens to be a subject that few girls choose. As long as Pochi works hard, he can become the first Tokyo University student in their Asama family.

After hearing what Asama said, Pochi, who was originally a little excited, instantly deflated.

"Ah Shui, why don't you just finish all the problems I have to solve in my lifetime?"

Pochi fell on Asama, and was moved in front of Busei by Asama's silky iron support.

Pochi hugged Fuzugawa and said he was tired.

"Hehe~ Pochi-senpai, please wait for us at Todai~"

Fuzugawa patted Pochi's head.

With Fuzukawa's grades and academic ability, there is no problem for him to go to the Upper East Nature.

Jiandao, who ranked 133rd in the grade, silently took out a vocabulary book from his bag, held the book in one hand and grabbed the triangular ring with the other, and rolled up like Asama.

Futami resisted the urge to revisit Maugham's novels and started memorizing German compound words; Fuzugawa wove a new melody in his mind; even Pochi started reviewing his English.

This attitude makes many adults sigh that Japan's future is not good, and even people with such high looks have to work hard.

Time passed and the train arrived at Funabashi, which was three stops away from Chiba, about 3 kilometers.

Asama has finished his geography test.

Most of the questions in this paper are essay questions, which, if expanded a little, can become a short essay.

Regarding the issue of the development of Hachiro Lagoon (similar to creating farmland around a lake), which was originally the second largest lake in Japan, Asama was able to answer it quite smoothly thanks to his knowledge of the relevant information on the reclamation of Dongting Lake.

[The progress value of the question-solving process on that day is 35%].

It seems that by doing 5-6 mock tests, you can complete the task and gain the benefits of physical exercise.

Asama breathed a sigh of relief.

Busei took Asana's test paper and began to study it.

"Oh? So the reason why Hachiro-gai became smaller is because of Japan's postwar economic policies? This is more than just a geography question, right?"

Jiandao, who had only memorized 20 English and 20 German words along the way, looked up.
"Isn't geography taught in the second grade? Isn't Jingshui too advanced in learning it?"

Asama heard that the first-year holiday in China has been cancelled, and all the knowledge points for three years of high school have to be crammed in one year, and the next two years are spent in a devilish high school where students are purely preparing for exams.

"Is it to help Miss Pochi with her review?" Asana shrugged. He just did two test papers prepared for Pochi.

If you really want to give Pochi intensive training to help her review, you might as well enroll her in a top private school.

Futami, whose arm rubbed against Asana's arm from time to time, also looked at the paper curiously.

"Shizumi-kun, are you going to choose the liberal arts major?"

"No, I'm just doing this for practice. I'll choose science when I go to college."

"Fortunately, Eiwa doesn't have a division between arts and sciences, so everyone can choose freely. If it were divided into arts and science classes, I wouldn't have the confidence to go to the University of Tokyo with you and Risei-chan."

Asana understood what Futami was saying, that being in the same class with him was more important than getting into the University of Tokyo.

Pochi held Futami and said with a puffed mouth,
"Xiaoyue Hai, do you think that Mai-chan and I can't get into the University of Tokyo?"

"How could that be? Didn't Ms. Pochi and Mr. Shizumizu say that the University of Tokyo is the bottom line of the Asama family, and that it's enough to have a hand in getting into the University of Tokyo?"

Asana glanced at Pochi and said, "The fact that you ask such a question just proves that you are the only one who is stupid."

Jiandao's face flushed with embarrassment.

When Pochi heard Asama calling her an idiot, she bullied Asama and started fighting with him, which made a group of bachelors on the train extremely envious.

The two held hands and struggled hard. Pochi found that her strength was no longer able to gain any advantage over Asama.

Asama, who has mastered the three major judo philosophies of [movement], [balance], and [leverage], has also grown his strength to an extremely powerful level at some point.

She was indeed not mistaken.

Asama is a martial arts genius. And the best way to defeat a genius is to turn him into a fool.

With this in mind, Pochi headbutted Asama, who was only guarding against her chest.

Bang!
The two men groaned and let go at the same time, and Asana's hat was knocked to the ground.

[Although their appearance doesn’t show it and their personalities are very different, they are indeed a family.]
This thought arose in the minds of the three women who were watching at the same time.

Futami picked up the hat and put it on Asama.

Fuzugawa stroked Pochi's fluffy and soft golden hair again and smiled.
"By the way, did Robert dye his hair again? I don't see any black roots showing~ I have to find time to dye my hair."

The energetic idol took off his hat, pulled up a strand of rainbow hair, and gestured with his fingers, indicating that an inch of black hair had grown at the roots.

After thanking Futami, Asama straightened his hat.
“My hair grows slowly.”

"Ashui's white hair makes him look like an old man, Risei-chan looks good like you~"

Pochi hugged Fuzugawa who was touching her head, and Asama actually felt a sense of loss as if her own golden retriever was taken away by someone else.

He felt a little regretful. He should have given Pochi a shoulder throw earlier.

"Really? I'm still thinking about whether I should dye my roots white. What do you think, Robert?"

Just like wearing a black baseball cap, Uzui wanted to have more in common with him.

"It's better to shave it. It will be more convenient to buy a wig."

"Sister Pochi, use [Ultimate Impact]."

"Oh!"

Hey, Pochi! When were you arrested?

The girls walked in front in pairs, holding parasols.

Pochi and Fuzugawa covered their foreheads, and Asama rubbed his chest.

He made so much noise that he was scolded by the conductor. This incident was enough to enter Asama's top 100 dark history memories.

If it weren't for the idiot Pochi who spoke without thinking, he wouldn't have to keep getting involved in the conversation.

The second time we went to the welfare home, Futami acted as our guide. Judging from her brisk steps, she seemed to be looking forward to meeting the children.

"Look, it's Tokyo Wrestling King!"

Dean Kururi was waiting at the door with the children. When she saw Asama and his group, she smiled and asked the children to unroll the welcome banner.

But it seems that these children are reluctant to do this.

"What Tokyo Wrestling King? He's the Tokyo Arrogant Devil! The big sister said that all the homework was given to us by him!"

"Damn it, how can people in Tokyo be so evil?"

"But everyone in Tokyo is so pretty! Look!"

"People in Tokyo love to lie! They said they wouldn't come with Risa-nee, but this time they brought two more beautiful sisters!"

"Eh? With so many beautiful older sisters, I think this is a white lie~"

Most of the shouts were directed at Asama. The group felt Asama's popularity in the welfare home from afar.

The look was as unfriendly as last time, but Asana felt friendly towards him due to this treatment.

The tomboy Ri Shaogong stood at the door with her arms folded angrily.

"F-san, will Ri Shaogong join your band in the future?"

"Eh? Why do you ask?"

"She seems to have a rock and roll spirit."

Mainly in terms of maintaining anger, if you don't play rock, maybe learning boomerangs would be a good idea.

He didn't hate the tomboy Ri Shaogong who showed him a disgusted expression. Anyway, they didn't have much in common.

He also thought of the tomboy Asamiya from Infinite Society. If there were no male roles lost in their lives, would they still be tomboys since they would not need to disguise themselves and protect themselves?

"Welcome, welcome~ We heard you were coming. Today is the earliest day they woke up this year, and we've been looking forward to your arrival since five o'clock."

The dean grabbed Busei's hand and hugged her gratefully.

The two giants, the Konoe family and the Ichijo family, can make this welfare home worry-free in the future, even if they are just for show.

Fuzugawa introduced Mashima and Pochi to Dean Kururi, and then playfully introduced Futami and Asama again.

Every time someone was introduced, the children would cheer loudly, and the staff would smile and take pictures of the scene with cameras.

Futami was held by the hands of two little girls.

"Sister Futami, will you accompany us for lunch and dinner today? Oh, and afternoon tea too!"

"This is the apple that my sister gave us~~~Saya taught us to draw on the apple. I drew Futami and Riyo~"

Jiandao didn't expect to be recorded. Apart from the smile on his face, his whole body was stiff.

But when he saw that Asama had already started to be beaten and kicked by the kids, and Pochi took the opportunity to join the team, Jiandao relaxed again.

"Hey, Ah Shui, why do you only block them but counterattack me?"

"Are you also an ignorant little brat?"

The attacks of the little brats were suddenly strengthened, but they still couldn't break Asana's AT force field.

The dean wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Busui Kawai.

Her forehead still hurts! (End of this chapter)