Tokyo Wingman King

Fujiwara Ai's remarks attracted the attention of other girls.

They confirmed with each other, and soon, a world was created in which only Fujiwara Ai was excluded.

Fenghuangin and Pochi breathed a sigh of relief as they were stable within D, while Futami and Mashima, like Madame Pompidou in Boucher's painting, puffed out their chests confidently and calmly.

Asama, who gave Fujiwara Ai a heavy punch on the head, swore that he had no prejudice or preference towards breasts.

But judging by their reactions, it was clear that they had memorized his favorite CD firmly in their minds.

It's not his fault that he is looking at these paintings and sculptures of female bodies, so does he have to splash paint on the exposed parts of these works?

He didn’t focus on the key parts, he actually looked more at the legs. And most of the time, he just observed the proportion structure of the oil painting, decomposing the works he saw into geometric shapes - most of these works are isosceles triangles - triangles are not only the most stable composition rule of oil paintings, but also a practical tool to highlight architecture, landscapes, and human bodies.

Asama, who has the painting skill level 2 and can read the real brushstrokes of oil paintings, feels a little itchy. He doesn't know that the way he moves his fingers is seen by Fujiwara, who has been staring at him, and he is considered a pervert.

Having said that, there is clearly something wrong with this tour guide. The time he spends explaining the works featuring female bodies is significantly longer than that spent explaining the works featuring other works. I guess it's because everyone has their own expertise.

For example, Mantegna's Venus on Mount Parnassus, and the woman with three extra vertebrae in Ingres's Las Meninas. Asama feels that these painters are paying tribute to Botticelli's The Birth of Venus. Mantegna is paying tribute to the posture of the characters, while Ingres is paying tribute to the technique of adding bones to people at will.

When the few people were led by the tour guide to Triosson's painting "Pygmalion and Galatea", he and Fushigawa and the others were also discussing the Pygmalion effect, not Galatea's B cup.

When they looked at Delacroix's "The Death of Sardanapalus", they talked more about the story of the destruction of the Assyrian Empire and its tyrant rulers rather than the figure of the beauty in the painting.

After all, who would discuss the cup size in an artwork? The fact that there is no relevant entry in the search engine can only prove that Fujiwara Ai's brain circuit is quite strange.

There was unhappiness written all over the face of the girl in the red dress, and from time to time she looked at Asana with a pitiful loser's eyes.

Asama had never expected that Fujiwara Ai, who always held her head high and looked proud, would care about such a thing as size. But he ignored the former minister who was mumbling to himself. He was not a central air conditioner, nor was he a zoo manager.

After admiring the marble nudes in Michelangelo's Galleria and the colorful nudes painted by French and Italian painters, Fujiwara Ai became even more depressed.

Why do those women in paintings and sculptures who are obviously much more plump than Futami, Mashima, and Fuzugawa have breasts of D cup at most? Perhaps it is because such beautifully shaped breasts can convey the noble status of women who do not need to breastfeed themselves?

The rough bust of the stone sculpture of "Venus of Willendorf" belongs to a primitive fertility worship aesthetic, and like the big-penis men in Renaissance sculptures, it gives people a sense of low intelligence and vulgarity.

Even the works of the Renaissance, which advocated humanity and emphasized sensuality, did not rashly increase the size of women's breasts above E. The Renaissance poet Ariosto's long poem "Roland in Love" only wrote "The rise and fall of the twin peaks are like waves blown by the breeze."

It’s not that Asama Shizumizu doesn’t like Ecup, but that the Louvre and the art world don’t like Ecup!

etc.
Can't think about breasts anymore.

The first thing we visited was the eyebrow-less Mona Lisa. After we admired the breasts of the authentic armless Vilas of Milos and the headless Winged Victory of Victory, we had finally checked out all the treasures of the Louvre.

Including Liberty Leading the People, the protagonists of the Louvre's top popular artworks are all women. This feminist spirit is very directly reflected in the emblem and related designs of next year's Paris Olympics. But in Asama's view, these are just victories of formalism.

It was noon, and the group returned to the basement floor, strolled around the Marly Atrium and the Puget Atrium for a while, then walked out of the museum and followed the butler Qiu Ye's steps into a newly decorated French restaurant, where they had a creative French meal at 140 Euros per person.

The chef is probably the reincarnation of a lobster spirit. Every lobster dish tastes great, including lobster sashimi, lobster jelly with caviar, lobster pasta, and lobster avocado salad.

Asama felt that these dishes were a bit like the style of [Michelin star winner] Joel Robuchon, and when he asked privately, he found out that the chef was indeed a disciple of the late famous chef.

When the chef learned about this, he came out to say hello to Asama. After discussing the details of several dishes with Asama, the chef was surprised to find that this white-haired boy must be a die-hard fan of Mr. Robuchon.

The two people were having a great time chatting until they talked about the chef being pulled back to the kitchen by the restaurant manager to cook.

The chef is also the owner of the restaurant.

The benefit of Asama getting the boss excited was obvious - the restaurant gave each of them a free dish of milk and butter mashed potatoes that Asama had copied from Robuchon's recipe, as well as six other desserts including Earl Grey tea cake, Opera House cake, soy milk cheese white chocolate mousse, etc.

Fujiwara Ai, who got a free dessert, asked curiously, "So Asama Asama is good at cooking?"

"Compared to you, I think I'm pretty good at it."

"How about you keep cooking for me? I'll give you a bonus~"

"Not interested in."

Seeing that Pochi took Asama's dessert openly, Fenghuangyuan pushed his Earl Grey tea cake in front of Asama. Asama picked up the Fanta can and shook it, indicating that the sugar intake from lunch was already saturated.

Butler Qiu Ye asked Fenghuangyuan in her ear, the restaurant gave them a 8% discount on their lunch today, do they want to pay the full amount?
Fenghuangyuan nodded and asked the butler to discuss with the restaurant. There was no need for discounts, but just some souvenirs would be enough. Correspondingly, she suggested that this restaurant be included in the Fenghuangyuan family's supplier system and become the designated restaurant for Fenghuangyuan family's business and travel meals in Paris.

"The Great Teacher fully proves the saying [knowledge is wealth]. I'm curious, why doesn't this restaurant use the name of Michelin chef Robuchon?"

"Since he doesn't claim to be a teacher, nor does he shy away from his identity as an apprentice, he must be very capable, right?"

Fuzugawa searched for information about this restaurant and found that the chef had won awards at the Bocuse d'Or Cooking Competition, the Luxembourg Culinary World Cup, the food guide "Gault& Millau", and other platforms, and was indeed an outstanding emerging chef.

Fenghuangyuan shrugged. Today's lunch was ordered by the housekeeper Qiuye, and she didn't know about this newly opened restaurant in advance. Because Qianjian mentioned French food last night, she only had one requirement for the restaurant - to make top-notch French food.

Boqi has no interest in Michelin or French food, as long as it tastes good.

After she finished eating the dessert and mashed potatoes, she wiped her mouth and said that the mashed potatoes and desserts in this restaurant were soulless compared to those made by Asama.

Futami and Mashima also agreed that whether it was desserts or seafood, Asama's dishes were always more delicious, and introduced the various dishes they had eaten.

Fortunately, the waiter standing next to me didn’t understand Japanese, otherwise he would definitely complain to the boss.

Futami remembered that Asama went to Umi-no-ya's kitchen to make fried noodles for her at Zushi Beach. Futami, Futami, you have a big advantage! You must keep it up!

In Futami Tsukimi's eyes, Fujiwara Ai is not a concern. Although Hououin Haruka is strong, she can't hide the alienation between her and Asama. It can be said that among all the girls of the same age, Asama cooks for her the most times!

Thinking about it this way, Futami suddenly felt infinite confidence in the future. Thinking that she was one of Shizumi's favorite CDs, the girl couldn't help but smile sweetly at Asama.

Fenghuangin, who had only eaten Asama BBQ, couldn't help but reveal an envious expression when he heard Futami and the others reciting the names of the dishes one by one like a jingle.

Busui River caught the hesitation of Hououin and said with a smile,

"If I had known earlier, I would have carried Robert directly into the restaurant's kitchen to challenge him, so that everyone would have a good time."

Asama glanced at the Busei River.

"If you are willing to queue up for a meal at the Chinese restaurant next door where the average price per person is 20 euros, I will go with you. It may be more challenging to challenge the restaurant there."

Busei didn't seem to notice Asama's sarcasm and said with a smile,

"Sure~ How about we set off now?"

"Are you sure you can eat more after eating a whole plate of pasta, two sides, and two desserts?"

"Hmm~~~Big stomach~No need for more salt~~~"

"Asama Asama, I want to eat grilled pork with green peppers and mapo tofu! The super spicy kind!"

"I can still have a bowl of fried noodles, too! Ah Shui! Let's have fried noodles! The super super spicy kind!"

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If it was a doomsday survival battle, Asana would never agree to let the three of them join his team.

The challenge never happened.

Fuzugawa and Futami shared the photos that Asama took for them.

Because of his excellent photography skills, Asana has long been the exclusive photographer of the Love Consulting Department.

When Fuzukawa was checking photos on his phone, Futami saw some of the photos she had secretly taken of Asama. Futami was impressed by Fuzukawa's lack of defense, and was glad that he had already put these secretly taken photos into a private folder.

While eating, Jiandao did a round of previews for the exhibits he was going to visit. Thinking back to the time when he hadn't been able to get a word in, and could only nod his head while listening to Asama, Fuzugawa, and Hohoin talking, Jiandao felt a little ashamed. If he wanted to stay with Asama forever, he was still too ignorant.

Fujiwara and Pochi competed in eating spicy food, so they asked the restaurant to put out 12 levels of chili powder or hot sauce, and Shashadi dipped crackers in them.

There was no winner in this competition. Fujiwara and Pochi both lost to the modified Dijon mustard sauce, which ranked fourth from the bottom in terms of spiciness.

Asama also looked at Fujiwara Ai's entrance examination paper. Her total score just barely passed the passing line. For Fujiwara Ai, who had amazing academic ability but a perfunctory attitude, this result was not surprising.

There were many insinuations in the test paper that Asama Shizumi was a playboy, but that did not affect Asama's impartial marking.

When Asama announced this, Fujiwara Ai, whose mouth was full of pain, was not in the mood to cheer.

It was almost 2pm when the farce ended.
Asana exchanged contact information with Chef Pierre. When he walked out of the restaurant, he heard Fenghuangyuan instructing the butler Akiha to change the restaurant for dinner to a Chinese restaurant that allows guests to cook.

He felt that he didn't have the feeling of being a minister at all. He was just their photographer and cook.

But no matter what, he would not let Fujiwara ride on his head.

Because of the special nature of the tickets and entrance, there were very few people queuing for admission after lunch.

For people who are used to privilege, so-called equality is like oppression like forcing people who are used to staying in air-conditioned rooms to move bricks outdoors in temperatures over 40 degrees.

While enjoying the privileges, Asama also feels uncomfortable.

It just so happened that Busei looked at him from the side.

"What's wrong? Robert-kun has a stomachache?"

The energetic idol said with concern. "I can't digest too much capitalism's sugar-coated bullets."

Busei smiled, the sunlight dimming the hair around her ears and neck. Today, she matched the magnificent Louvre very well.

"Robert, if you simply view everything as the creative work of workers, you will feel much more comfortable."

"Samuel Butler, the English writer, said that if a man is of a simple and plain nature, he will find pleasure more uncomfortable than toil."

"Well, let's transfer to Africa together next semester~ Just like you took the initiative to queue with me this morning, I will go with you."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who really needs that level of enlightenment."

"Mr. Robert, you are such a worrier~ I know which sugar coatings can be eaten and which sugar coatings are opium. I can also tell what is the main contradiction, so don't worry."

"So what is your main conflict now?"

“It’s right in front of me.”

The girl blinked nonchalantly and deliberately said something to make Asana uncomfortable.

"What are you guys talking about back there?"

Pochi came over and asked.

Fuzukawa immediately hugged Pochi and started talking about other topics.

Asana rubbed his eyebrows.

It seems that while Busei was uniting the Phoenix Court, he also encountered difficulties due to his allergy to pleasure.

However, whether it is Phoenix Academy's performance at the Forest School, the Death Samurai concert, or his personal dress, there is nothing particularly luxurious about him.

What really made Asama, Majima, and Fushigi uncomfortable was the Hououin family, not Hououin Haruka.

A few people walked into the Richelieu Museum, and the tour guide was replaced by a young blonde woman, who was said to be a student at the École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts in Paris.

Among all the flowers, Asama was more eye-catching than the girls. After the college student guide looked at Asama twice and was stared at by several deathly gazes, he quietly stopped looking at Asama again.

The college student tour guide's professional training soon led to his being tortured by the two art and history heroes, Busukawa and Houhouin, from the Love Consultation Club.

She was confused by the evolution of the prototype of Shamash, the sun god sitting in the Code of Hammurabi, the symbol of Mesopotamian civilization; which part of the 3500 lines of cuneiform text said "an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth"; and how much of the content about equality in the Bible was based on the Code of Hammurabi.

Soon, the tour guide, feeling inferior to others, handed over the power of explanation to the Immortal Phoenix Group.

Walking to the second floor of the Richelieu Museum, several people stopped in front of Rembrandt's painting "Bathsheba Bathing".

In the history of Western painting, there are many enduring themes, including the Virgin Mary, the goddess of beauty, the god of love, the goddess of victory, Cupid's lover Psyche, the goddess of flowers Flora, Perseus' mother Danaë and other biblical characters. Bathsheba, who was successfully NTR by King David, is one of them.

The wife had a melancholy and sad look on her face, and in her drooping hands she held a piece of letter, which might have contained a summons to King David's bedchamber or an obituary of her husband's death in battle.

Mashima and Fushigi talked about Rembrandt's approach to light and shade.

Futami whispered to Asama.

"I don't like Bathsheba very much. Like Psyche, she lacks wisdom and courage."

Asama was a little surprised.

"Why do you say that?"

"If it was Jingshui who died, I would definitely kill King David and then commit suicide."

Is this a bit extreme?
"She is pregnant, maybe her maternal genes are at work."

"If it's not your lover's child, there's no need to give birth to it."

Futami sentenced King Solomon, who was not yet born in the painting, to death.

After spending another two hours visiting the Louvre, a museum full of history and art, Asama was the first to walk out of the Louvre.

It felt like Paris was getting hotter. Yukina Shinomiya and her friend Ogata, who were wearing hot pants and belly-baring tops, also joined the team.

The instigator, Busei, was chatting with Shinomiya about the Death Samurai band's album and the 2.5-dimensional Paris tour VLOG they were planning.

Shinomiya's technique of pretending to meet by chance was very poor, and after learning that Fujiwara Ai and Hououin Haruka were already members of the Love Consulting Club, he became a little wilted, as if a leaf curled up in the sun on the streets of Paris.

But when she ate the Chinese food made by Asama, she felt revived. Although they were all home-cooked dishes, they were definitely a luxury for Shinomiya.

The chefs in the Chinese restaurant were all impressed by Master Asama's cooking skills and Chinese proficiency.

The Chinese chefs who had a great record in Paris were quite disdainful of the Japanese white-haired boy who cooked Chinese food. They could open an Italian restaurant to defeat the Italian boss, open a Spanish restaurant to conquer the Spanish boss, and open a Japanese restaurant to drive out the Japanese boss. Unexpectedly, they met such a ruthless person today. No wonder the rich people were willing to spend 10000 euros to book their restaurant and let this ruthless person cook.

Hououin and Fujiwara, who were sitting to the left and right of Asama, also enjoyed their meal very much.

"Asama Asama, I feel like you can conquer the world with your cooking skills!!! Even if the food is poisoned, I believe there will still be people willing to eat it."

"Tell me, how do you conquer the world by cooking?
Asama unconsciously tapped Fujiwara's head and found that her face was visibly reddened, and her expression was even happier than when she was eating his aphrodisiac dish.

That's bad XP Asama feels like his hands are dirty.

"Teacher O, I heard from F-san that you make the lunch for the Love Consultation Club. Can you make an extra portion for me for next semester's lunch?"

"If I do it. Yes."

"Robert, if the workload is too much, we can go to your house every day to help you~"

Fenghuangyuan also nodded.
"Well, the one made by the Great Sensei himself and the one made with the Great Sensei should be equally delicious."

Ogata Arika secretly glanced at Asama and felt that this gangster young master had become even more handsome. He was so good at cooking, studying, sports, and had many talents. He also had the leadership that only a mature man had. Thinking of this, she spat inwardly - what a scumbag.

Ogata calmed down and quietly looked at the girls around Asama - all of them were beautiful girls picked from thousands of people, and each of them was beautiful in her own way. If she were in his place, she would also be troubled by whether to love only Shinomiya Yukina or to have them all.

It is understandable that a gangster's young master would become a scumbag.

When Fujiwara Ai heard Fuzugawa's suggestion to help with the cooking, she chuckled.
"Are you guys overestimating your own abilities, Fufu? As for me, I'd rather eat what Asama Asama makes himself. There's no way someone like me, with exquisite and noble hands, who has never rummaged through a trash can even if I'm penniless, would put down my chopsticks and pick up a shovel."

At this moment, Asama wanted to take a shovel and find a place to bury Fujiwara.

Busui stood up.
"Then everyone, please vote. Do you want to eat Robert's homemade bento on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Sunday, or go to Robert's house on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday to make bento together, or vice versa?"

Why are both selected by default, and include weekends when there is no school?
Also, the current vote has nothing to do with you, Shinomiya and Ogata! ! !

As Fuzugawa said, Shinomiya got tickets for Masumi Ichijo's concert.

After returning to the Ritz Hotel to rest for a while, Asana changed into a pair of black trousers and put on a black shirt. This outfit made the girls feel both dark and bright at the same time.

Even though the young ladies had been dressed quite formally in the morning, they all chose to change their clothes at this moment.

Mashima, who was also wearing a black dress, found that she and Asama were the best match. As expected, next to Asama, wearing black never looked out of place and never went out of style.

Like a mother goose, Asama took the eight girls on a 8-meter walk to the Paris Opera House.

The architectural style of the opera house is Baroque. The steps in front of the door are filled with tourists and spectators, and there are four or five street performers performing impromptu performances on the street.

"A Shui, do you understand what they are singing?"

"Which side are you talking about?"

"The guitarist with the flower in his hair who kept waving towards us."

"Ne me quitte pas, don't leave me."

".Okay~"

Asama was actually tricked by Pochi and felt ashamed of his stupidity.

Walking into the opera house is like falling into an exquisite jewelry box that has been magnified countless times. The magnificent halls and corridors are decorated with paintings full of classical romance.

The few people who entered early were quickly attracted by the colorful paintings on the dome.

After finishing his homework, Jiandao said to Asama,

"It's Chagall."

Asama nodded. Marc Chagall, who was called by Picasso as "the only painter who understood colors after Matisse", designed a canopy for the Paris Opera House that recreated the dream world on stage like a mirror.

“‘The Phantom of the Opera’ seems to have been born from here as well.”

Phoenix Court added.

"There are many interesting ghost stories here. Are you interested in chatting?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind everyone. (End of this chapter)