Tokyo Wingman King

secret guest?

As for Fuzugawa's social circle, Chiyo Konoe is excluded first.

The retail business that old man Konoe arranged for her was not an easy matter to solve. Based on his understanding of her, this kind of person would not waste time to make do with an event organized by a group of people who did not welcome her.

In terms of retail, Miss Yasuda, the eldest daughter of Don Quijote, which is known as the "offline Pinduoduo of Japan", and Amasaki, the young master and new shareholder of Don Quijote, are far more useful than Risa Fushigawa, whose work is on the right track.

If it was Fukasawa, Migyoin, Arima and the others, or if it was a client of the love consultation department, he and Futami should have been able to get the news.

It couldn't be the people from the Modern Art Department. I heard from Fuzukawa that they went to Canada to collect materials.

Judging from Fuzugawa's tone, the mysterious guest must be someone they all know.

She sent a message at noon today saying that she had something to do in the afternoon and the German class would be suspended today.

Could this guy have secretly run back to Tokyo?
Aren't you afraid that flying back and forth these days will affect your performance?

"The mysterious guest, could it be Masumi-chan?"

Erjian asked what everyone was guessing.

"Hey~ is it or isn't it~~~"

"If you say that, Risei-chan, then it shouldn't be Masumi-chan."

"Is Xiaoyue a famous detective?"

"If it's not Xiao Yitiao, who is the mysterious guest?"

"Hehe~ Now that I tell you, it's no longer a mystery. Everyone will know by tonight~"

Busei continued to keep the secret and started telling jokes about the Soviet Union to Pochi.

For example, [Why couldn’t the Soviet Union afford two parties? Because the people couldn’t afford it.]
The advantage of several people standing together in the Love Consultation Department is that no matter how eye-catching they are, there is basically no one who dares to stare at them blatantly or come up to chat with them.

Looking at the scenery flying backwards outside the car window, the summer sun, the clouds in the distant sky, the convertible sports cars and motorcycles along the coastal road, and the faint sound of trams, form a piece of pop art with a California flavor.

"Life, humming and fiery,
It seems that
Condensed by the ghost's echo

A burning point."

An appreciation of Hölderlin’s poem “The Experiencing of the Demigod” plays in my ears.

Asama continued to learn German and found that after consolidating the basics of German for a few days, his German level has surpassed his previous life when he was on a business trip in Germany. Language skills tend to degenerate when out of context, but they do not disappear, but wait for you to use them urgently, holding on to your tongue and making a comeback.

"What are you listening to?"

Jiandao took off Asama's earphones and put them in his own ears. He listened for a while but couldn't understand.

"Hölderlin."

"The one in Heidegger that talks about living poetically?"

"Ah."

"One's life is full of hard work, but one also lives poetically on this land."

Jiandao laughed after reading it. Although she couldn't concentrate on reading philosophy books, she memorized the introductions on Wikipedia based on what Asama read.

After studying for a few days, it was not particularly difficult for her to repeat Hölderlin's famous saying in German.

In other words, as long as she could provide more topics for conversation with Asana, she wouldn't find it difficult.

Asana gave her a thumbs up.

"The sch after Mensch could be pronounced more softly."

"Shizue really learns everything very quickly."

"Really? Maybe my dad dragged me to watch a bunch of foreign language movies when I was a kid, which improved my sense of language."

Jiandao imagined the happy scenes of Asama's family of three in the cinema and the living room, and a sense of loss flashed through his heart.

Family, it’s great.

If only she were as lucky as Miss Porky and could be his sister.

In this way, my meaning to him should be different from what Sasami means to him today, right?
Asama glanced at Majima's lost expression and continued,
"You think I learn quickly, probably because I neglected to cultivate my sense of language when I was a kid. And being fast is not necessarily a good thing. Most things in life are marathons, not sprints. Didn't we talk about the [social clock] before? When you really want to do something, the social clock stops working."

Jiandao and Asama looked at each other. She knew that Asama realized he had said something wrong and changed the subject. She didn't hate it at all. This was his gentleness.

So, is being your family also a marathon? Can I break the social clock and become your wife?

"Eh~? Shizumi-kun sneaked out again! Didn't you say we were going to learn German together?"

When Futami said this, she deliberately pronounced the word "sneak" very clearly.

"Robert, isn't language something that you can naturally unlock as you get older?"

Fuzukawa also came closer and took away Asana's other earphone.

"Hmm, Hölderlin?"

"What is Listerine? Ah Shui, do you know your lips?"

Pochi also came over.

The quiet study time was broken.

Asana closed his eyes, looking like a tired office worker.

The girls were slightly distracted, and once again stared at Asanama's face with their eyes as clear as glass beads.

The thin white hair, the thin double eyelids under the glasses, the eyebrows of moderate thickness, the thin lips, and the unrealistic facial features give his face a sci-fi color.

He is indeed very handsome.

Just one look and your heart will calm down, but if you keep looking, your heartbeat will speed up again.

"Eh? Did Ah Shui secretly wear shoes with insoles?"

Pochi noticed the change in observation angle and gestured between the two people's heads with his hand, taking the opportunity to lean his body on Asana's right shoulder.

"It seems to be true~ Robert-kun is the kind of creature that can grow taller with his eyes open?"

The sandwich formed by the soft body was obviously too high in fat and sugar. Asama suddenly suffered a cerebral thrombosis and his thinking ability plummeted.

He moved away from the light hair group, but was forced into the corner of the carriage by Erjian.

"Sorry, I didn't stand firmly just now."

"Well, hold on to the handrail."

Erjian kept pressing on the wall of the carriage but did not let go.

"Shizue-kun, I heard that the most standard wall-dong is when the height difference is more than 15cm~"

Then at least the man should be pushing the woman against the wall, right?

Asana looked down at Futami and suddenly realized that at this distance and angle, it was like the surface of Tokyo Bay with calm waves.

Get out!

Jiandao calmly blocked his way from moving sideways.

"The height difference between me and Shizumi is almost 20cm, right? Probably the difference between Rudeus and Sylphy, or Lloyd and Yoel."

I'm not sure what the height difference is between the people you're talking about, but we're not in the same relationship as Rudeus and Sylphy!
Including the height of the shoes, Asama is less than 179cm tall at the moment.

Inspired by Mashima and Futami, the girls surrounded Asama in a corner and looked up the height differences of famous couples and lovers. They then read out the names they found into Asama's ear one by one, asking the other girls to guess the actual height difference. The one who guessed correctly could take the place of the one in front of them to do a wall-bang on Asama and ask questions.

This strange game made the scent of different kinds of air brush past Asana's ears and sent waves of electricity running through his spine.

"You should stop using your friends as objects of teasing."

"A Shui, just concentrate on the class. We are training your concentration!"

"Although Jingshui's concentration is amazing, his ability to do two things at once still needs to be improved."

Asana closed his eyes once again and confirmed that the skill of reducing attention was useless against them.

When the girls saw Asana like this, they inexplicably wanted to tease him with more sexy voices.

They stood on tiptoe, lowered their voices, and made sure every word they spoke was wrapped in ambiguity, whispering softly in Asama's ear, as if they were about to extend their tongues and lick Asama's ear along the contour. "Ayanokouji Kiyotaka and Ichinose Honami."

Busui Kawai, who had just become the winner, whispered a new name into Asana's ear.

The trains on the Tokyo Sobu Line are really slow.

Honestly, if they were gender-swapped, Fuzugawa and the others would all go to jail.

Asana raised the finger of reason.

When they arrived at the practice room of the Death Samurai band in Roppongi, Minato Ward, the clock on their cell phones had just reached 18:00.

The practice room is about the same size as the living room in my old home.

"Finally you're here! Hey~ Asama-san, long time no see~ Eh? Why are your foreheads red?"

Koyanagi, who was responsible for opening the door, greeted Asama enthusiastically.

Okubo improvised a set of cheerful music to welcome the people from the love consultation department.

The room was filled with a familiar scent.

Shiina was wearing an apron and a chef's hat, preparing dinner in the corner.

Asama took a look and saw that dinner was hotpot.

The base sauce has been opened, and the dipping sauce and ingredients are placed aside. Shiina sprinkles salt and pepper into the simmered soup pot little by little, precisely, as if poisoning someone.

So is it necessary to dress like a chef? Wearing a white coat might be more in line with the mood.

Wait? There are two packets of base, one is Sichuan beef oil fried spicy flavor, and the other is Chongqing hot pot flavor. Is it necessary to use a double-flavored pot?

The uneven walls, the musical instruments and two huge Marshall speakers placed in the corner, the sofa scattered with magazines and sheet music, and a large table with all kinds of sundries made the room look extremely messy.

On the wall hang two autographed photos of the Death Samurai band and a famous Japanese rock band.

They are indeed the top underground band in Tokyo.

Just as Asama was expressing his feelings, he saw a photo of Freddie Mercury of Death Samurai and Queen, and John Lennon of The Beatles on the other wall.

Does the name of the [underground band] Death Samurai mean the [ground] of [hell]?
According to Fuzukawa, this was all done by Koyanagi and Okubo.

The sharp-eyed Futami noticed the magazine spread out on the sofa, and all the reports were about Busui River.

"Riyo-chan, this is awesome! This is ROCKIN'ON JAPAN's Zipper!"

Asama looked at Okubo, who put his hands on his head and whistled.

Jiandao searched on his phone and found that the entry about RISE, the lead singer of the band Death Samurai, was too simple. Even the photo was a blurry fan photo.

Only on X and YouTuber can you find more information about the Death Samurai band and Undead River.

"Why does it seem like Risei's information has been blocked so much? Doesn't the Fuzugawa family support you being an idol?"

Busui shrugged, "No."

"Riyo posted too many exciting things in the past, so even her Twitter account was frozen for a long time~"

Okubo explained to everyone.

Pochi was surprised.
"Exciting content!? Riyo-chan, what did you post?"

"I was ignorant before, and I said some things without much modification, so I was complained by everyone. Well~ it's okay~ the song is preserved, just the lyrics are changed~ hehe~~~"

"Anyway, our band Death Samurai will definitely get better and better. The performances in the second half of the year will be even more frequent than those of superstars."

Okubo looked as if he had infinite expectations for the future.

"Workers clock in for work more frequently than the richest man. What's the point?"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Xiao Liu, haven't you heard what the fans said?
[There are only two kinds of people in Tokyo, those who don’t know about dead samurai, and those who like dead samurai]
As long as we become more famous, more people will like us. If only 80 million people out of the 1 billion people in the world like us and give us one dollar, we will be rich! "

"I'm not pessimistic, I'm being realistic. Also, 1000 million isn't really a lot. You have to know that our income has to be shared with all parties. In the end, it was only around million, which is not even enough to buy half of this practice room."

Koyanagi seemed to be accustomed to pouring cold water on Okubo. Okubo did not remain depressed for long and turned to look at Asama.

"Then let's learn how to make snacks from Asama-san!"

Asama glanced at Fuzugawa and said to Okubo,
"Don't give up your dream, I can give you an extra dollar."

".Huh? So my dream is so cheap?"

"Okay! Don't listen to Okubo's nonsense. You are the elite Japanese who are going to take the entrance exam for the University of Tokyo."

Koyanagi grabbed Okubo and dragged him towards the table where the hot pot was set.

Fuzuigawa and Shiina are on one side, Okubo and Koyanagi are on one side, Futami and Majima are on one side, and Pochi and Asama are on one side.

Eight people gathered around a square table, which seemed a bit crowded.

The table was already filled with various meats, and the vegetables that didn't fit were placed on a small stool next to it.

"Wow~~~ It smells so good~ You've worked so hard, Eimi-chan~"

"Huh~ Why don't you come back earlier to help?"

"Sorry sorry~"

Fuzugawa touched Shiina's head.

"Nothing, it's mainly because Okubo and Koyanagi are such losers."

Okubo, who had a spiky haircut today, shouted unwillingly,

"Hey! I'm not a jerk when it comes to eating hotpot!"

It's great that this adult, who looks dangerous, doesn't have any adult airs at all.

"Would you like some chili sauce, bro?"

"can."

Asama boldly scooped a large spoonful of hot sauce into his bowl.

"Can I drink?"

Pochi looked at the bottle of Asahi beer placed on the stool between Koyanagi and Okubo, and the alcohol bug in his stomach started to get excited like 1000 monkeys that were smoked by the smoke.

"I heard from Risa-chan that Pochi-san is not even 20 years old yet. This is a drink for adults."

Xiao Liu drank the wine in big gulps under Pochi's envious gaze.

"Hey! Xiao Liu, we still have to practice later, what kind of wine are you drinking now?"

"Xiaoyingmei, the true meaning of wine is to enjoy it while it lasts. Drink whenever you want!"

Before starting to eat, Xiao Liu lowered the air conditioning in the room by 2 degrees, and the white smoke rising from the hot pot became more obvious.

Jiandao glanced at the musical instrument in the corner and asked in confusion,
"Hot pot fumes won't harm musical instruments, right?"

"Don't worry, the instrument is well maintained. It's okay to get eaten once or twice."

After Shiina put all the ingredients into the hot pot, he put out a portable gas stove and a frying pan.

Mashima, who is not good at eating spicy food, and Futami, who said "I won't eat spicy food unless it's made by Asama", breathed a sigh of relief.

I can only say that the Chinese spicy hotpot is too oppressive.

Shiina brushed a layer of oil on the pot and asked,
“Who’s going to be in charge of the barbecue?”

The girls in the Love Consultation Club all looked at Asana.

Hey, hey, hey! I'm your minister, not a laborer!

Ding-dong-

The doorbell of the practice room rang.

Busei stood up with a smile.

"The mysterious guest has arrived~" (End of this chapter)