Tokyo Wingman King

Although I knew in advance that Xiao Liu wanted to compete with me in drumming skills.

But I didn’t seem to agree to him?

Asama looked at Koyanagi expressionlessly, while Koyanagi raised his head, and the two began to confront each other across the keyboard.

The atmosphere inexplicably became tense.

Busei inserted himself between the two men, as if ready to stop the fight at any time.

"Mr. Robert, if you don't agree to let Xiao Liu teach him a few tricks, he will suffer from insomnia and it will affect his performance tomorrow!"

How could someone who drank a dozen Asahi draft beers suffer from insomnia? Even if he did, wouldn’t the show start in the evening tomorrow? Wouldn’t he be able to catch up on some sleep?

After hearing Fuzugawa's moral blackmail, Asama wanted to refuse even more.

Koyanagi's face became more serious, and the hand without the drumstick reached forward, trying to grab Asana's arm.

Seeing Asama easily dodged, Koyanagi put down his drumsticks, twisted his neck, and asked Busei to stay away from him.

"It seems that I can only ask you this, Asama-san."

"Do you want to compete in drumming or martial arts? This shouldn't be the case, right?"

Asama thinks that the Death Samurai band should change its name to the Stalker band.

The distance between the two men was sometimes far and sometimes near, like boxers in a stalemate and spinning in the ring.

Asama looked at Koyanagi's posture and it seemed like he had practiced it before.

The bald drummer lowered his body and suddenly dived.

Pochi shouted, "Ashui, be careful or you might fall!"

But the downward trajectory of Koyanagi's fist suddenly changed, turning into a right hook hitting Asana in the face.

Asama did not lower his center of gravity as a conditioned reflex. Instead, he stood straighter, held Xiao Liu's wrist with his right hand, and kicked Xiao Liu's lower body.

Xiao Liu's eyes widened, his vision reversed, and his body began to lose balance. Asama took advantage of the situation and used a ground technique to lie on top of Xiao Liu and pin him down.

Pochi quickly covered Futami's eyes.

“Xiao Yue Hai, good children can’t watch this!”

Asama glanced at the [traitor] Pochi and asked again,
"You're not the type of person who gets drunk, are you, Xiao Liu-san?"

Koyanagi had just changed his fists into claws and had restrained his strength. Asana could see that he didn't really want to fight.

Xiao Liu smiled and said, "I am very sober. Can you relax a little? Brother Qianjian, you are so anxious. At my age, my body cannot bear it."

Asana felt a little disgusted by what he said and immediately let go of Koyanagi.

Xiao Liu turned over and whispered in Asana's ear.

"Brother Asama, let's play a round of drums. If you beat me, I will tell you a little secret of Risa—about you~"

The smell of alcohol and heat sprayed on his ears, as if it was the girls' whispered prank in the afternoon, and Asana felt a chill all over his body.

"You should go home and rest. You don't look well."

"Three secrets ~ about you."

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Asama suddenly felt that if he rashly rejected Xiao Liu, it would be a bit unkind to her sincerity.

In contemporary Japan, where relationships between men and women are in chaos, underground bands have become money-making projects, and idol groups have become symbolic traps of consumerism, it is really rare to still have a band as clean and a little stupid as Death Samurai.

People in rock bands always like to label promiscuous relationships as rebelling against order, pursuing freedom and liberation, and finding a muse of inspiration, etc. Few people in rock bands like to read. There are also many drug addicts with violent personalities and antisocial bad guys who rebel just for the sake of rebellion. There may not be a single person in a band who can go to college.

In any case, popular content creators should have a sense of social responsibility and not bring harm to the world for a little money, greed, vanity and arrogance.

In his previous life, when he watched "NANA" with his girlfriend, he thought that people who played in bands were all bad men and women who were not good at studying and were obsessed with love. This prejudice was magnified countless times after his girlfriend was almost persuaded by her bestie to have sex. It was also because of this incident that he took the time to read Freese's "Sex, Money, Happiness and Death" to study whether there is any relationship between creativity and sex.

But, Dead Samurai, they're good.

Shiina Eimi, a girl who ran away from home to prove her extravagant spending power;

Koyanagi Seiji, a popular economics expert who pursues his dream of becoming a musician, works out, and takes the accountant exam;

Hiroto Okubo, a single man who was forced by his family to go on blind dates for three years without any result, and who could not play a passionate song on his own, and claimed that he would become a samurai even if he died;

There is also the home girl with beautiful dreams, the genius creator, and the energetic idol Fuzugawa.
They are like rock and roll, dissatisfied with life but still loving life. They, like their songs, give people courage and show others another side of the world.

Although Asama only has the lv.1 appreciation skill granted by the Great God, he would never dare to underestimate the works of Death Samurai - the musicality that can make people addicted in 5 seconds, the intention of never compromising with vulgarity, and the extremely emotional performance are all worthy of all rock music lovers to give a thumbs up to Busei and his friends.

Well, after thinking so much, Asama mainly wants to say that the Death Samurai Band is very good and worth helping. Helping Xiao Liu is helping the Death Samurai, and the key is to collect hidden intelligence.
"What are you guys mumbling about? The floor is not a bed."

Busei bent down and extended his hand to the two people still on the floor.

Xiao Liu got up by himself.

"I'm asking Brother Asama if you can give me some advice. Whenever I think back to your last performance, I get goose bumps~"

".You've given me too much advice. I used to be too self-satisfied. Only by communicating with each other can we make progress."

"I knew that Asama-kun was kind-hearted."

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Asama held Busui's hand, and Busui pulled him up.

The smooth and warm touch stimulated Asama.

[A pair of big hands and a pair of small hands, just different sizes. Robert’s hands are like the gloves of my hands~~~]
[Every time I encounter something cold, I will have an irresistible urge, an urge that cannot be relieved unless I put my hand into yours.]
The words that Busei once said to him rang in his ears again.

He remembered how he had seen the morning sun cast her into a silhouette countless times, and how her naked profile turned into a golden glow.

Asama didn't look at Busei and quickly let go of his hand.

"Thank you."

[Personality conflict accumulation value: 27%]
When did it go up a little bit? Was it just now?
When Busei felt the force of Asama's grip, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Why is it that just when he holds me tightly, my heart is filled with a sense of happiness that he needs me?

She looked up at Asama who stood up, but only saw a profile.

Busui Chuan picked up Xiao Liu's drumsticks, clapping them twice, and said with a smile,
"Since both parties agree, let's get started now. We'll randomly pick a song without the drum track, and you guys will add the drum beats. How about each of you playing a song?"

"can."

"Then let's get started."

Xiao Liu asked him to come first.

"It would be bad if Asama-san heard this and lost his confidence."

Everyone went into the crowded recording studio and communicated with Xiao Liu, who was wearing headphones, through the glass using a microphone.

In order to avoid suspicion, the two boys, Asama and Daiki, chose to stay in the practice room.

"The Great Sensei is so good at Kung Fu, why does he always use Judo?"

"I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."

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Looking at that face that was even more stern than before, Daiki felt that Asana was not joking.

The song Xiao Liu drew was "Misery Business" by Paramore.

With one hand he held a headset with the BOSE logo on it and with the other he held a pen, listening to the songs, tapping the beats, and occasionally writing down the planned rhythmic sentences.

Asama didn't know much about the band or song that Koyanagi drew, so he could only take out his cell phone and start learning more.

He suddenly remembered that when he used to talk, the girls always took notes and took out their phones, and they never complained. Could he please say less things they didn't understand?

Well, except for Pochi.

Dahui suddenly asked,

"Is Phoenix-in-san also a student of the Great Sensei?"

"Not really. We met by chance at the Forest School."

"Master O-sensei should know that Fenghuangyuan-san was one of your earliest fans, right? Her club was established in May."

".Shouldn't it be in early July?"

"She said it was established in early May."

Before coming to the system?
That's impossible.
Could it be that Fenghuangyuan Haruka also wanted to commit suicide? And then he saved her without her knowing?
[52 Hz Whale]
Where did it run aground?

Asama looked towards the recording studio.

But in an instant, I met six pairs of eyes.

Even Xiao Liu was looking at him silently.

"Great teacher, I'm about to start, you can give me some comments later."

Asama nodded.

Although I have no idea about Hououin Haruka, but judging from her actions just now, I think she has not been exposed.
After all, the first person who looked him in the eye was Futami Daimyojin, and he received a smile and a [rock you] gesture.

In addition, he also remembered that Pochi, who gave him the middle finger, was really in his rebellious phase.

Xiao Liu began his performance.

The prelude that sounded like a pornographic anime song sounded, and the rapid cymbals and snare drums sounded like the bell reminding people to clock out of get off work, instantly causing adrenaline to surge.

Asama saw Koyanagi's right foot moving back and forth smoothly, making the triplets and shuffles of the bass drum clear and strong, even covering up the vocals.

When entering the chorus, he chose to use intensive double pedal strokes, combined with just the right amount of half-open cymbals.

His hands seemed to break through the bpm limit, leaving afterimages, and most importantly, the more he hit, the more he laughed, and the stronger the hits became.

In everyone's ears, a flower is blooming like fireworks.

In Asama's words - this guy looks like he's taken drugs.

The song is over.

"I think the drum set can be included in the Olympics. It is as challenging as competitive sports."

Dahui sighed that Koyanagi's way of performing was completely different from that of his girlfriend Yamashita Rei.

Yamashita would occasionally spin or throw up the drumsticks to heighten the visual excitement, but this kind of passionate hammering by a real man was also refreshing.

"Of course, since this is a competitive sport, you won't let me off easily, right?"

"decide as things go."

Asama and Koyanagi high-fived each other.

"I feel like I just made a breakthrough."

Xiao Liu panted and laughed.

Asama nodded,
“Although I haven’t heard the original drum beat of this painful thing, I think the level of pain in your version is already as high as it can be.”

"It's your turn to perform next, Asama-kun. Don't show any mercy."

"Ah."

I touched the ride cymbal and it was actually quite hot.

The entire drum set area seemed to be filled with the warmth left by Xiao Liu.

Taking off his hat and putting it aside, Asana stroked his head.

Can a lv.2 drum set really do what Xiao Liu did?
Don't let down Xiao Liu who is trying her best.

Asama snapped his fingers 10 times, sat in front of the drum set with respect, adjusted the height of the stool, and moved the position of the bass drum.

He suddenly remembered the bass drum that was fixed to the stage during his performance at the After-Night Festival, then sawed off and sold for 100 million.

I heard that the 100 million was recovered by the school. After all, the drum was borrowed from the school by Fuzukawa.

But the school still respected the privacy of the anonymous prisoner.

Why think about all that mess?
Asana let out a breath, put on his headphones, and listened to Busei's instructions in the recording studio.

"Robert, you are lucky~"

“Is it easy?”

"Among the songs of this band, this should be considered simple~" "."

Snapping my fingers seemed useless and my luck was bad. I drew "Before I Forget" by the heavy metal band Slipknot.

Judging from the reactions of Futami and a few people at the bottom of Yamashita who understand rock music, which song of Koyanagi's should be more difficult?

Listening to the melody without drum beats, Asama also began to record.

"Go!
go

Stapled shut inside and ouside would and im
Close everything, the world inside and outside and I are all sealed tonight
Sealed in tight but somewhat irradical
Except for some ridiculous inferences woven with musical strings."

This competition mainly tests the fluency of the music, the consistency of the arrangement, and the changes in rhythm. It is a contest of musical comprehension ability.

In many original songs, the guitar or bass parts already hint at how the drums should be played.

Asama captured the patterns of several guitar riffs.

The lead singer's emotions are also one of the materials for reverse rhythm.

Continue disassembly.

The musical knowledge in my head surged like a night tide.

The song is over.

"Robert, are you ready?"

Asana put on the earphones and nodded.

Before I Forget.

Forget the past?
No, the lyrics say it well, we will remember the forgotten past.

Anyone who abandons the past is a coward.

I should also accept all the lessons in full.

Asama started his solo——

And what a show it was.

Even professionals like Fushigi and Koyanagi have completely forgotten the basic skills that Koyanagi has practiced for more than ten years and the flowers of inspiration that she has hatched.

The complex drum beats are like an improvisational and beautiful mathematical formula.

The interweaving of triplets and sextuplets, the emphasis on the bass by using the ride cymbal instead of the crash cymbal, and the highly creative fills that cross the bar line, these inspired changes make everyone's eyes blind and only their ears are working.

The explosive single-step roll, with a single pedal and a snare drum, brings out the power and pressure of a double pedal, breaking all the conventional chorus rhythms, giving the metal music more avant-garde colors, and even a hint of charge.

But in the end, all these improvisations and avant-garde styles were incorporated into a style as stable, tough and precise as a robot.

He was not like Koyanagi Seiji, who swung his body wildly to the rhythm.

Just as Koyanagi doesn't twirl her drumsticks as fancy as Yamashita Rei does.

He made no drastic movements.

But the rhythm is like thunder out of the blue.

Close your eyes and feel it.

In the recording studio, Fuzugawa and the others had completely forgotten how the drummer of the original song played it. The intense drum beats seemed to make them smell the scent of heavy metal.

Asana output the countless techniques that burst into his mind in a rough manner.

Xiao Liu, who has been playing drums since he was 5 years old, feels his throat is dry.

It’s all good stuff!

Every paragraph is full of useful information!

Every detail is valuable!

The handling of the feet, the handling of the drums, the handling of the cymbals, the handling of the fingers and wrists. None of this is new knowledge, but Asama has combined the techniques of various masters together.

It was as if the legendary Slipknot drummer Joey Jordison had been resurrected. No, maybe it was John Bonham, the god of rock drummers in his mind, who had been resurrected.

He didn't believe Fuzugawa's words at all [How long did it take Robert to learn the drums? You may not believe it, but it only took one month].

He was a novice who knew nothing more than a month ago, but after being forced to do it, he was able to perform at that level.

impossible.

All legendary drummers are basically hard-working. Could it be that Asama Shizumi is really the future intelligent machine that Korisawa mentioned?

It turns out Doraemon is so handsome?

When Asana was halfway through playing, the sound of the skill upgrading made him sigh inwardly.

The outcome has been decided.

The girls came out of the recording studio, and Asana stood in front of Koyanagi, and found that he was still immersed in the drum beat.

Pochi clapped his hands and said seriously,

"Let me untie his hypnosis - Ah Shui is a pig~~~Ouch!"

"Peace, peace! Did you hear that!!! That last part is outrageous."

Yamashita hugged Dahui's arm and excitedly shared his thoughts after listening.

Busei took out his cell phone.

"I have posted the performance of Xiao Liu and Robert to the official Twitter account of the band Death Samurai~~~"

"."

"Can you please respect your friend's privacy?"

"Don't you know, Robert? You are our guest performer~~~ We [Restraint BAND] will also be on stage~"

Asama looked at Futami and Majima speechlessly.

They seemed to have known it for a long time.

"So, today's practice is our [Band Restraint] practice?"

"Yes~~~Xiao Li is also going to learn drums from you today~"

Yamashita hastily explained,
"No, no, my level is too far behind that of the Great Sensei. I'd better learn from Senior Xiao Liu."

Somehow, Asama found that Yamashita Rei's lipstick was somewhat charming. Model and drummer, was she Madonna before she became a superstar?
Asana hit himself on the forehead with his fist.

The sound of "band~" could be heard throughout the practice room.

"Robert-kun's head is full of anticipation for the performance~band~band~or whatever."

"Let's start practicing."

"Practicing the dead samurai song?"

"No~~~ Let's practice a song by the Guiwei Band first~~~"

What the hell is the Boudoir Crying Band?

I practiced for 4 hours.

I practiced one song, "Strolling on the Street with People", and one song, "Shadow of Spring".

It feels weird, it seems that everyone took care of their own desire to be invisible, and in these two songs, just like the bassist, the drummer just had to mess up.

But the other two songs, "A Sky Full Of Stars" by Coldplay and "Echoes of Nothingness", an interlude of "Falling in Love with the Absent Him", forced their presence out.

The missing members of the Dead Samurai have returned online. Daiki ordered a midnight snack, and a group of people drank in front of Asana and the others.

After practicing bass for 4 hours, Fuzugawa was still not satisfied and played guitar with Futami.

Rock and roll.
They are those whose emotional energy is full or completely deficient.

Asama still likes to appreciate classical music.

It's not because he stands on the standpoint of classical music that he despises rock music (there's no need to get started, because rock music can just kick the door), nor is it because he thinks listening to classical music is more niche, has a better threshold, and better demonstrates taste.

He simply felt that rock music was more tiring than classical music and not as pleasant to listen to.

He simply felt that classical music, which gave birth to famous singles such as Handel, Schubert, and Brahms, required more boring practice day after day.

He was simply regretting why rock music, which was hailed as the decadent music of the upper class, could serve as a better tool for harvesting?

Once, after working overtime until late at night, he followed his colleague back to his colleague's shabby rental house near the company to take a shower and sleep, and took the air-conditioning fan provided by the business department to his colleague's home.

The old and dilapidated houses in the big city were not even equipped with street lights. The two of them walked forward like blind people, feeling their way along the rough walls.

Suddenly, the sound of piano came from the first floor next door.

The piano was played very slowly and softly, and the corridor was filled with an awkward sound. It was as if the pianist was afraid of being scolded by the neighbors for practicing late at night, but his fingers seemed to be glued to the piano and he was reluctant to leave.

He and his colleague stopped at the same time and listened to the piano music, which sounded like the babbling of an adult or a child. After listening for a while, they realized it was Schumann's "Fantasy".

"Awesome, living in this crappy place and playing the piano"

When Asana heard his colleague's words, his heart sank.

Does learning the piano mean that one is aspiring to live an upper-class life? Does playing a musical instrument still distinguish between the rich and the poor?

"Maybe there will be a second Lang Lang next door, why don't you go over and try to make some connections?"

At that time, he smiled and joked, then went upstairs to sleep.

In his opinion, all musical instruments have commodity attributes and are infused with capital, resulting in class differences. Therefore, the best instrument should be the mouth, and whistling is the direction of world harmony.

"Why are you daydreaming again~ Ah Shui~~~ Hey hey~~~"

Pochi, who was allowed by Asama to drink two cans of beer, came up to him.

Her soft body was not yet stained with the smell of alcohol.

"Shizue, try this."

Jiandao also came over with a plate of grilled tofu.

As the sensitivity value increased, the personality conflict value also increased a little.

[Personality conflict accumulation value: 28%]
How did it level up so fast!!! Who is this snake personality!!!

Asama stood up immediately.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Dahui looked over.

"I'm going to buy some water."

"Isn't there water here?"

Dahui also started drinking.

Okubo and Koyanagi were fine, but I didn’t expect that Shiina Eimi was the one who loved to urge people to drink the most.

"I'm going to get some Fanta."

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention when I ordered the takeout."

"fine."

Asana rushed out of the door in a hurry.

If it was any later, I might have made a fool of myself.

This guy Pochi!
Everyone watched Asana go out to buy water, and Pochi, who had reacted, also stood up.

"I'll go help~~~"

"Forget it, Ms. Pochi. You've had your fill of wine, so just rest here. I'll go."

Jiandao hasn't stood up yet.

Fenghuangin Haruka has already left the door.

A sentence that sounded more like a command than a statement floated into the room from outside.

"I'll go help." (End of this chapter)