Tokyo Wingman King

From the voice and accent, you can tell it's Jinguji Rimi who is talking in a daze as if she's taken drugs.

I really don't know why a girl under 18 has such a strong mature smell. There is also a sandalwood scent around her, just like the forest in a Buddhist temple.

"Riwei-senpai~ you're here so early~"

Busui turned around and greeted Jinguji without any obstacles.

"Good evening, Fuzugawa. Asama-kun, how are you? It seems that I am lucky. The stars are very bright today. I think we will see the Nine Stars Conjunction soon."

Is it not time for the stars to come out yet? Isn't it going to take 125 years for the next conjunction of the nine planets?

Asama saw her looking behind him with the same eyes as if she was visiting the Crystal Palace in London's Hyde Park, and instantly realized that what Jinguji meant by "Nine Stars in a Conjunction" was referring to him and the girls around him.

"Jinguji-senpai, you will definitely not be welcome in Gotham City."

"Really? You avoided the bloody day last time. As expected, those whose fate is difficult to predict have the ability to change it. Maybe one day, you will take the initiative to share your secret with me. I am looking forward to that day."

Jinguji looked at Asama, his eyes moving and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if the other girls were just his background.

Asana deliberately avoided her gaze.

As someone who possesses the title of "Tokyo Little Succubus", something bad will happen if he stares into someone's eyes for a long time. Even though his temporary favorability will be reset to zero after 30 minutes, there is no guarantee that something irreversible will happen within 30 minutes.

Jinguji noticed Asama's shy movement, chuckled, and slowly walked down the stairs from above, standing on the same step with Asama. When she was about to approach again, she was blocked by Futami, Pochi, and Fujiwara.

Still an arm's length away from Asama, Jinguji glanced at Fujiwara Ai, who was pretending to be on the move but secretly plotting his own plank road. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked at Asama and said,
"Between the stars, gravity and repulsion always exist at the same time. It seems that this is not a good time to tell ghost stories. It doesn't matter. Just enjoy the next performance."

He came to Jinguji inexplicably and left inexplicably.

"So, who is this woman?"

Pochi pouted, as he was no longer surprised by Asana's philandering behavior.

Asama turned his head to look at Pochi who took the opportunity to grab his arm.
"Can you learn to listen well before learning to speak well? Didn't you hear what [Jinguji-senpai] said?"

"Eiwa third-year senior?"

"second grade."

Pochi subconsciously looked down at his chest.

"Gu, your school's character pool is really abnormal."

"So please be a normal person, okay?"

"No way! I saw a statement that, based on big data, in Japan, [normal people] refer to those who are physically sub-healthy, full of anxiety and depression, lack excitement and vitality in life, are heavily in debt, have no one to respond to their comments on social media, and have thumbs that are gradually getting thicker because of too much use of their phones. I don't want to be a normal person."

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Hearing this, Asana didn't know how to refute this guy for a moment. Yes, perhaps abnormal people are what the world is like. The world is so absurd, but people are so normal. This is the most absurd scene in the absurd world.

This guy, Bochi, has learned all the skills of lying, bragging, and sophistry.

Asana couldn't help but look at the blonde girl. Her eyes, so clear that not a speck of wisdom could be found, reflected his appearance without any improvement.

Since you don't know how to refute, just use your brain to make her let go.

As a result, there was a "bang". Maybe it was because of the resistance, but Pochi's arms hugged him even tighter.
"Everyone in the Jinguji family looks like they're high from smoking."

Like Pochi, Fujiwara Ai also took advantage of the moment when Asama was wary of Jinguji to hug Asama's arm and ostentatiously pressed him with her breasts, which were as big as Jinguji's.

"Asama Asama always attracts some strange women, including that stupid Konoe."

Asama glanced at Fujiwara and said, "Although I agree with your first sentence, have you considered the fact that you are both a strange woman and a fool?"

"Can you please not get so close?"

Fujiwara Ai, whose forehead was not as hard as Pochi's, was hit on the head by Asama, so she let go.

However, there was no trace of pain on her face. Instead, it was as if she had fallen into a pool of ice in summer. Her body trembled reflexively in pain, and then she showed a happy expression - as if Asana's rude blow to the head was just a flirtation between lovers.

After seeing Asama forcing Fujiwara to retreat, Futami, who had been hesitating for a moment, immediately replaced Fujiwara's position.

"Shizue-kun, what did Jinguji-senpai just say?"

".Don't pay too much attention to what she says."

It is easy to fall into the trap of the [Barnum Effect] when chatting with a charlatan like Jinguji Rimi who speaks vaguely.

"Damn you Ah Shui, you double standard bastard, you just told me to listen to others!"

Pochi puffed up his cheeks and accused.

Thinking about the fact that he had seen four girls puff up their faces within 24 hours, he began to suspect that he was an air pump.

"Listening and appreciating, remembering and understanding are two different things. Do you think downloading a video and playing it are the same thing?"

"Isn't it popular to stream while downloading now?"

Asama was too lazy to continue arguing with Pochi, so he gave him three slaps on the head as an explanation and left Pochi aside.

Pochi covered his forehead and looked at Fujiwara with some pride, as if to show off, "Our uncle Pochi is far ahead in terms of taking a beating!"
Fujiwara Ai imitated the way Asama looked at her and gave Pochi a look in return.

Asama Pochi? He's just a guy who doesn't even have the qualifications to stand on the track.

Although she felt threatened by the duplication of attributes, Fujiwara believed that a good opponent could reflect her own strength, and she did not think that a cousin like Pochi was qualified for her to take seriously. The biggest threat to her was her half-friend, Fufu-chan, who was as good as her, versatile, unpretentious, and rebellious.

There is still more than half an hour before the show starts.

On both sides were fragrant, beautifully dressed girls. Asama, who had lost his arms not long ago, sat down with his arms folded, his back leaning against the red velvet-wrapped seat, and looked up at the stage of the opera house's performance hall.

Some violinists were already standing on the stage, tuning their strings, making a bang-bang-thump sound, as if they were deliberately trying to attract the attention of Asama and the others. When Futami and the others followed Asama's gaze and turned their attention to the violinists, a young man with a blond slicked-back hair, coquettishly swayed his body and played "Jasmine Flower".

Throw a wink at a blind man.

The young man misjudged the nationality of this group of people except Asama, and the girls did not waste too much attention on the young man.

Asama's evaluation of the young man was that he played the piano quite well.

On the left were Pochi and Fuzugawa, and on the right were Futami and Majima. The girls sat down in order with Asama at the center.

Hououin, Shinomiya and the others bought tickets for the private rooms upstairs, which were 3 to 10 times more expensive than Asama and the others' tickets.

The boxes are divided into four floors, forming a U-shape around the stage. The stone railings in front of each box are decorated with intricate golden reliefs. This style of carving and gilding every small detail makes the Paris Opera House full of dramatic and extravagant atmosphere.

The entire performance hall presents an aesthetic taste that is mainly based on the late Baroque style, Rococo style, decorative art, classicism, neoclassicism and even Mediterranean style. It can only be said that the Paris Opera House is worthy of being Charles Garnier's eclectic masterpiece, but this eclecticism, although originally intended to be a modification of the classical splendid and gorgeous form, also has a sense of chimera and dragon stitching strange parts patchwork, such as the two golden Michelin tire sculptures that the few people passed by before, which are very abrupt.

This pair of tires is said to be used to commemorate the 350th anniversary of the Paris Opera and to symbolize the forward-looking art of drama, but any discerning person would think that this is most likely a sponsorship by Michelin.

Fenghuangin Haruka interrupted Asana's thoughts.

The girl walked up to him, took out a gold-stamped ticket from her handbag, pointed to the box on the fourth floor facing the stage behind Asama, and said,

"I'm sorry, Master, we couldn't get a large private room with a bed. The lounge only has a sofa, which is only suitable for three people at most."

What the hell is a box with a bed?

".It's okay, we'll just sit down there, the third row is pretty good, and we'll be closer to I-san later."

"I-san? Are you referring to Ichijo-san?"

"Ah."

"That's it."

It was only then that Fenghuangyuan realized that everyone in the Love Consultation Club, including Fujiwara Ai, had their own name for the Great Sensei. She was still calling him the Great Sensei like everyone else, which seemed a bit behind the times. Although it was stupid to be competitive, she was unwilling to lose to these famous idiots in this regard.

At this time, Shigong said,
"I'll use my box ticket to exchange for the seat next to you, Master, is that ok?"

Asana shook his head, and Shinomiya felt a pang in his heart when he saw this.

"You don't need to ask for my opinion on this matter, provided that others are willing to change seats with you."

After hearing this, Shinomiya Yukina breathed a sigh of relief.

Hououin glanced at Shinomiya. She didn't know this girl very well, but she could see how obsessed Shinomiya was with the Great Sensei.

Fenghuangyuan gave up the idea of ​​buying more box tickets from others at a higher price. After all, Asama made it clear at dinner that in his eyes, precious ingredients were far inferior to the taste of home-cooked food, and thriftiness was more elegant and virtuous.

Just change positions.

Instead of sitting a few people away from the great teacher, it is better to sit right behind him.

"Asama Asama, how about I sit on you later?"

Fujiwara Ai, who could only buy a seat very far back, obviously did not have the right to change seats.

"No need to discuss."

"You can sit on me, too."

Asama thought about it and thought that exchanging seats with Fujiwara Ai and sitting quietly in the corner alone might be a good choice, but he was worried that if he did so, the girls would all move to the back seats. Then their purpose of coming all the way to Paris to cheer for Masumi Ichijo would become a joke. Sitting in the first row and letting Ichijo accidentally see her would be a surprise, right?

The audience for the concert arrived one after another, and the formation around Asama, which looked like an idol girl group, naturally became the focus.

The ticket exchange plan for the Phoenix Court and the four palaces went smoothly, and they all chose the seats behind Asana without any prior agreement.

The ticket in Fenghuangyuan's hand was more attractive than Shinomiya's. She exchanged one ticket for three seats, and Fujiwara Ai was lucky to get the advantage, and changed her verbal name to Fenghuangyuan from "little crow" to "little sparrow".

Perhaps because of the address, Fenghuangin only allowed Fujiwara to sit in the seat farthest from Asama. The extra seat was used by Fenghuangin as a place to put bags, and Asama's schoolbag was also placed on the empty seat.

Fujiwara Ai paid a heavy price for her behavior of opening Asama's schoolbag without permission to check for chewing gum, but perhaps this price was her original purpose.

Girls always have endless topics to talk about, and the topic would always turn to Asana.

Asama, who was not good at multitasking and was overwhelmed by the topics about girls, suddenly gained a new skill.

[Complete achievement - This ear hole is quite busy
Obtained the title - Feng Cong Er

获得特性：听力增加30%，听力范围扩大至25000赫兹。听觉记忆力提高30%，记忆后理解力提高30%。可同时倾听10种不同来源的声音，并减少90%的误听概率。】

Asana glanced at Damingshen. Why didn't he gain any skills when he was reading books or visiting exhibitions before, and why didn't he gain any skills when they were alone together? Instead, he was given such unreasonable and powerful skills in this kind of situation?
Although the hearing range is not as good as a dog's ears, the improved comprehension and accurate multi-threaded operation are really useful.

He even couldn't wait to play learning videos on 10 devices at the same time to improve his learning ability.

So, what is the cost.
Asama didn't know that deep down in his heart, he was hiding a fear about the power of the Great Ming God.

The new skill made Asana feel a little more relaxed. He could answer the questions in the context. After all, he didn't hear clearly what the girls were talking about before, and it would be easy to fall into the trap if he just answered the questions simply.

Even so, after 10 minutes he was still very tired, after all, he only had one mouth.

As night fell, Asana, whose self-control was reduced, only managed to buy a little breathing time by going to the bathroom.

When I was a child, I would go out to play with my elders. They always had a lot of things to do. Sometimes they would have a headache, sometimes a stomachache, sometimes a backache, and sometimes they would go back to sleep.

Now he understands everything.

He would rather be ill than suffer from any trouble.

Coming out of the bathroom, Asana discovered that there were quite a few Japanese faces at this concert.

After all, it was a joint performance by Ebi Akiko and another Japanese violinist, so their friends in Europe would naturally come to support them.

In the eyes of some insiders, being able to appreciate the solo performance of the eldest daughter of the Ichitiao family in this performance is a more valuable social currency.

Compared to this, the Fuzugawa family is completely no match.

Not only was there no support from the world, but even though Busei had become popular with his underground rock, he was still being suppressed by his own family. Perhaps they were afraid that it would affect the marriage with the Konoe family?
Asana felt no pleasure in accidentally killing Konoe Isamu. Although he had already determined in his heart that he would not hand over the fate of Fuzugawa Risa to others, her fate and happiness could not be firmly in his hands.

F-san should be freer, or rather, they should be freer.

But what if the happiness they freely chose ended up in his hands?
To suppress the beautiful scene of sleeping with Wei Xiaobao, Asana hit himself on the head twice.

He had no intention of doing multiple-choice questions, nor did he plan to do single-choice questions. He would treat it as a quiz and write a long speech, expecting them to understand. If they were unwilling to understand, then there was no need to take their fate into his own hands.

Asana calmed himself down through sophistry.

When I walked into the performance hall again, it was already full of people.

When Asana saw a group of adults, with their daughters, greeting Busei, Fujiwara, and Hououin in front of his seat, he felt that something was wrong.

Fujiwara Ai, Hououin Haruka, and Fuzuigawa Risa are not popular among the nobles in the conventional sense. At the same time, Fuzuigawa is clearly the most popular among the three.

Including these girls, most of them were on the list that Busikawa read out yesterday. This obvious courtesy of being a guide made Asana feel a little uneasy.

Sure enough, when Asana walked back to his seat, these adults, who were all smiling at him.

"Asama-kun, my little girl admires you so much. Today I saw that you are indeed a handsome man. I am embarrassed to be jealous. After the concert, can you come to my house and visit me?"

"Asama-kun, my dear daughter is fortunate to be your peer. Please take good care of her."

"Asama-kun, nice to meet you. I hear Rui talk about your deeds every day."

Ayanokouji Rui lowered her head shyly and tugged at the sleeves of her father's suit.

"Mr. Asama, long time no see."

The class beauty of the first year G class who was rejected by him many times, didn't seem to have any grudges. It felt like the special effect of [Tokyo Little Tea Master] that rejected the confession but increased the favorability was effective like a final reckoning. I really don't know whether this system has conscience or not.

If we really take into account the rejections that occurred before she received the title, wouldn't Futami's favorability be higher than the altitude of Mount Fuji?
Asama used a polite and rather stiff way to send off the six groups of people who came to greet him, including father and daughter, mother and daughter, and sisters. One could also hear comments such as "He is worthy of being the head of the Konoe generation, he has the style of Lord Konoe", "He can let the angels of the Fujiwara family and the Houhouin family sit in the back seats, he is worthy of being the Five Imperial Mentor trained by Konoe Takuma", "He is much more mature than his sister. Mr. Konoe is not a "gentleman who does not teach his children", but he is secretly friends with Zhilan" and so on.

Why do everyone assume that he is the son of Konoe Takuma?

Rina Akasaka did not have her parents accompany her. She came over to say hello only after the parents' group had dispersed.

"Lord Asama, you are fine."

"Akasaka-senpai, are you here alone?"

Asama still remembers that during the cultural festival, she brought a friend to check in at the Butler Cafe of Class 1A.

"Ah."

“How many days will you spend in Paris?”

Akasaka glanced at Fuzugawa secretly and said,
"It's the same schedule as yours. I was actually there when you visited the Louvre this morning. Don't worry, Master Asama. I won't join your department's activities and disturb your interest. Um, Master Asama, can you take a photo with me?"

Akasaka Rina had no aura of a senior and took out the camera hesitantly. Fuzugawa took the camera and was about to act as a photographer when he heard Asama say,
"I don't like taking pictures. The concert is about to start. Please go back to your seat, Akasaka-senpai."

"Uh okay, sorry to bother you, Master Asama. Have a nice evening."

Akasaka seemed to be prepared for Asama's rejection, but she looked a little lonely when she took back the camera and sat back in her seat.

"It's no use pretending to be indifferent, Robert, because you started the fire."

"Aren't you the one who is particularly good at fanning the flames, F-san?"

Unlike Fuzugawa's open-minded attitude, everyone is happy with Asama's cold and rude attitude.

The opening piece was Mozart's Violin Concerto No. 3 in G major.

The one who appeared on the stage was the Japanese violinist Miyamoto Erika - a talented beautiful girl who studied in Germany and was exposed to music since childhood, also guest-starred as a member of the orchestra in the TV series "Nodame Cantabile" and performed the ending song in the Paris chapter of the anime of the same name - now she is a 40-year-old beautiful violinist.

Although her fame is slightly inferior to that of Ebi Akiko, her popularity is still very high.

Beautiful pianists, beautiful violinists, beautiful painters, beautiful writers. It seems that Japan likes to play with the beauty idol style in everything it does, and this seems to be the secret that works all the time in the market.

But Miyamoto Sho has real skills.

As soon as the music started, the entire opera house seemed to be lit up by magic, and flowers bloomed.

Under the beating bow, notes full of romance flow.

"Why don't these people grow biceps after playing violin for so many years?"

Pochi asked from the side.

"Bow movement has little to do with the upper arm, but more to do with the movement of the forearm and the power of the shoulder."

"A Shui can play the violin?"

"No. Also, talk less while listening to music."

After hearing what Asama said, the girls all assumed that Asama could play the violin.

For a moment, Futami saw her on the stage, playing the violin and Asama on the piano, playing Elgar's "Hymn to Love" together.

The Violin Concerto No. 5 in A major was played on the stage again.

Although the music was beautiful, those who were attracted by Asama and his group from the beginning could not take their eyes off Narcissus of the East and the forest nymphs in the third and fourth rows.

"Rui, the Konoe family is still too far away. Dad thinks it would be nice if you could just be friends with Asama-kun."

"Dad, I have no interest in the Konoe family. I like Lord Asama as a person. His last name is Asama, not Konoe."

"Rui, when Dad drinks coffee in Paris, he never chooses the one with the longest line on the street. Instead, he looks for a coffee shop in a corner that is far away. It is much more worthwhile to spend time looking for it than to spend time waiting. There are too many people queuing around him."

"Dad, you are wrong. Lord Asama's coffee shop has not officially opened yet. They don't know when and where he will open it. Your daughter is not without any advantages."

Ayanokouji's father looked at the white-haired handsome boy in the third row somewhat helplessly. If only he was a country boy with no money, no power and no influence, there might be only one condition for him to marry into the Ayanokouji family - dye his eye-catching white hair back.

But if he really was this kind of country boy, they wouldn't have had a chance to meet each other, right?
"It would be nice if I could marry into your family."

Ayanokouji's father murmured.

"Yes, but if he can marry into the family, he will definitely marry into our family."

A Japanese voice that was neither too dignified nor too casual suddenly rang out beside him. (End of this chapter)