Tokyo Wingman King

A handsome man who was about to go on stage to present flowers to a crowd, turned around and handed the bouquet to the person next to him.

The two teachers standing next to Ichijo also consciously moved aside a few steps.

There seemed to be no room for any third substance to get involved in the gaze between the boy and the girl.

“All the words [can’t do it] are excuses for not wanting to do it; all the negative emotions are waiting for a more correct way to use them; all the imperfect processes are filling the meaning beyond the goal; all the too late are just the right time; all the future is just now.
It was he who told me to live my life as a place, not just as a person in a place.

It was he who told me that I don’t need to understand too much about what I will become, or what I must achieve. Moving towards the right feeling is more important than moving towards the right goal.

It was he who told me that the only way to be a good pianist and respect the audience is to sincerely present the character of your work.

He told me a lot and taught me a lot. Without him, I wouldn't be standing here.

I am very happy that he is here in Paris, in this concert hall, watching me perform."

More than 2000 audience members under the stage patiently listened to the star of the night, Masumi Ichijo, telling in French about her young love story with a boy named HERO·ASAMA in Tokyo. Masumi Ichijo's voice was not very loud, but the audience in the entire opera house could hear it clearly, including the throat sound of trying to hold back sobs.

Many people have noticed that the boy who supported her, encouraged her, helped her get out of her mental predicament and face her fate is none other than the white-haired boy standing in the third row of the audience who is being gazed at affectionately by the girl at this moment.

But the boy was surrounded by cute girls. Five of them were waving to Masumi Ichijo on the stage. One of the girls with golden hair even put her arm around the white-haired boy's shoulders affectionately.

It turns out that this is not a fairy tale of a prince and a princess, but a real-life script of a scumbag Aquaman and a brainwashed girl?

Most people were outraged by the teenagers - similar to the outrage that city officials felt when they saw homeless people squatting in front of tents and flying leaves in the park during APEC in San Francisco or the Olympics in Los Angeles. It is normal for people to feel unhappy or angry when they see dirty things in an occasion where they should appreciate beauty, right?

But the other group of people did not feel disgusted at all, and most of them were still savoring the fleeting smile of the white-haired boy. Perhaps the [mate copying effect] took effect, and the young ladies present were curious about the boy who was surrounded by a group of beautiful and noble girls and favored by the most watched performer tonight.

"Do you like this kind of playboy Asian bad boy?"

"Isn't it a very fulfilling thing to persuade the Sea King to come ashore?"

"Don't come on, or you'll be eaten to the bone."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. I've dated 12 Asian men. What do you think of Maria's dress today?"

"The new Valentino model is really beautiful, but it's a pity that it's too demanding on the waistline."

Like these young ladies, everyone's attention was gradually drawn to Masumi Ichijo on the stage.

The eyes of the opera house are like the tide.

Asana breathed a sigh of relief. He just closed his eyes and cut off the attention of others from himself.

The so-called surprise has been delivered, and Masumi Ichijo immediately returned a surprise to him.

Although the show had already ended, Ms. Ebi, unable to resist the enthusiasm of the audience, brought her beloved disciple to perform an encore together.

Hearing the discussion about himself again, Asana was very clear that the diversion of attention did not mean the erasure of memory, and it would be troublesome if he stayed.

After sending a message to make an appointment for a midnight snack, Asana put on his hat and left the table.

"Masumi-chan, Bravo~~~"

Fuzugawa did not follow Asama. Instead, he waited until the three encore songs were over, then pulled everyone onto the stage without any hesitation and surrounded Masumi Ichijo.

Masumi Ichijo made three mistakes in the encore song and just gave Futami a wry smile.

Asama interrupted the confession by closing his eyes and left early, which made her a little sad, but she did not regret it.

The confession was originally planned to take place in Vienna, but it failed today. I will have another chance later.

Even if it is a confession that is 100% rejected.

"So, why is Hero-kun with Dad?"

"Aren't you happy that Dad and Asama-kun came to see you together?"

Ichijo Mayuan wisely added Asama, otherwise he might have lost face here and couldn't take it back.

Paris is much cooler at night than during the day. Under the awnings on the streets, groups of people sit and enjoy the night.

The time clearly pointed to half past ten, but the city showed no sign of tiredness at all.

Asama and his friends sat at a long table. Since there were several more classmates from the orchestra, the waiter put together a small table for them.

Masumi Ichijo nodded and introduced the members of the love counseling club behind him and the classmates and band members he met in Berlin to his father.

Ichijo Mayuan showed a kind face of an elder to the girls in the love consultation department who he once said were not restrained.

"Good, good. Thank you for coming all the way to cheer for Masumi."

After getting to know all the girls, Ichijo Mayuan stood up, patted Asama's shoulder, leaned over and said to Asama,

"It's getting late, so I'll tell you straight. No matter what you think now, Masumi's feelings are here, and I'm not Juliet's father Capulet. Even if you're not a Konoe, the door of the Ichijo family is always open to you."

Without waiting for Asama's response, Ginki's Ichigo pulled Masumi aside and whispered to him.

All the whispers were heard by Asana.

In addition to "Dad will fully support your dreams and your feelings", there are also suggestions such as "The Ichijo family has always planned before taking action, and they should do less offensive work and think more about how to reap the benefits"; "Asama can't get married too early, and live for herself before that"; "Familiarity breeds contempt, intimacy weakens respect, and there should be no excessive contact before graduating from high school" and so on. Even if Asama didn't look at Masumi Ichijo's face, he could imagine her expression. But it would be great if Ichijo could listen to her father.

But it is foreseeable that people who have not experienced it will not be able to listen to the words of those who have experienced it.

On the pretext of "not wanting to spoil the fun of the young people", Ichijo Mayuan waved goodbye and left the restaurant.

Before he left, the accompanying butler handed two bottles of wine to Asana.

"I am Mori Koichi, the butler of the Ichijo family. I was out on business the last time Master Asama visited me, so I was deeply sorry that I couldn't entertain him. I heard that Master Asama likes to watch girls drink, so this is a small token of my appreciation. Thank you Master Asama for taking care of my young master."

The old butler, who looked 20 years older than Ichijo Mayuan, bowed to Asama, adjusted his eyes, smiled kindly, and followed the footsteps of the head of the Ichijo family.

When did I start liking watching girls drink?!
The two elders had already walked away. Asama looked back at the two bottles of wine lying in the box on the table. One bottle was a 89 Petrus wine printed with the old man's head icon of Jesus' chief fan - Saint Peter. The key in Saint Peter's hand was understood to be the secret treasure that opened the door to the wine paradise.

The other bottle is Romanee-Conti wine from 04. This bottle of wine, which bears the surname of Prince de Conti, a favorite of King Louis XV of France, almost had the surname of Pompidou, the same Pompidou as Madame Pompidou, the mistress of King Louis XV. It is said that Madame Pompidou became a believer of champagne because she failed in the bidding for Romanee-Conti wine, which directly raised the popularity of champagne to a higher level.

I have to sigh that the butler of the Ichijo family is really rich. A bottle of Petrus can buy a night in the top suite of the Ritz Hotel, and a bottle of Conti can buy ten nights in the hotel. I wish the guard Ruzai of the Konoe family could learn from this butler Mori.

No, it should be said that it is the right way to deal with these housekeepers less. He is not an ambitious son-in-law who wants to squeeze into the rich family.

The jewel-like works on the crowns of the two major wine producing regions of Bordeaux and Burgundy were placed before their eyes and quickly attracted the attention of the wine lovers.

"Ah Shui, that silver-haired uncle seems to like you very much. Could it be that he really wants you to be his son-in-law!!!"

While asking this question, Pochi pestered Asana and asked him to give her the wine quickly.

"I didn't expect Yiweng to be like this."

What Fenghuangyuan had not expected was that [the head of the Gosei family would personally come out to assist his daughter]. His own father. Fenghuangyuan shook his head, thinking that he could not be as graceful and kind as Yiweng.

Fujihara called his father about the fact that the head of the Ichijo family came to Europe to help his daughter pursue Asama, and successfully extorted another sum of money.

The fatherless Mashima was secretly envious, while the fatherless Fuzugawa cooperated with Pochi to harass Asama.

Only Futami found the time to buy a bottle of Fanta for Asama, who didn't drink. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately did not put the medicine in his bag into the bottle.

"I want to eat Hero-kun's food, I really want to! Hero-kun's food is like a speedboat to a sailor and a camel to an Arab."

Ichijo had always missed the meals cooked by Asama, and when he heard Pochi say that their dinner was made by Asama, he couldn't help but borrow Liszt's famous words and made a serious request to Asama.

Isn't Liszt talking about the piano? Your piano friend will be sad if you say that, right?
Seeing that Asama shook his head and said that the dishes had already been ordered, it would not be appropriate for him to interfere in the order of this French restaurant which was close to the hotel.

Pochi, who successfully grabbed the wine, chimed in.

"Ashui is really so heartless and lazy that he doesn't even want to fulfill Masumi's little wish?"

"Robert-kun, Xiaoyaojia and I have already communicated with the restaurant. We are not in a hurry to have a midnight snack. You can take your time."

"Yes, Master, I have helped coordinate with the kitchen staff."

At this time, the restaurant manager not only came over enthusiastically to show Asama the way, but also brought red wine and drinks to their table. When he saw the two bottles of red wine on the table, he asked someone to remove the red wine and replace it with a few refreshing desserts.

Asama was certain that Hououin had just abused his money power under the instigation of Busei.

Quietly walking into the kitchen, putting on an apron and a headscarf, Asama was dominated by various ingredients and kitchen utensils for an hour and a half. Because there were already half-finished dishes such as baked snails, baked prawns, duck confit, and some ready-made canned foods in the kitchen, Asama did not have the time to criticize these restaurants for selling inferior products as good ones, and he concentrated on making 1 dishes in one go.

The white-haired boy's supernatural efficiency, perfect grasp of the characteristics of various ingredients, and nano-level reproduction of classic dishes left a deep impression on the chefs of this famous seafood restaurant in Paris.

He seemed like a magician of fire, performing Chinese-style stir-frying with a combination of a gas stove under a stew pot, a deep frying pan, and a wooden soup spoon. The flames that jumped up from time to time were more obedient than their pet dog. Before, they basically just stir-fried the food on the iron plate on the induction cooker.

The fresh seafood and oil produced a full Maillard reaction. The fragrant smell not only made the restaurant chefs swallow their saliva, but also ignited the urge for the arrogant chef to buy a Chinese wok to fry the seafood.

After finishing his work, Asama took off his apron and had no choice but to sign his name on it and other chefs' clothes and take photos with them. From then on, there was another French restaurant that spread his legend.

When he returned to the long open-air table, the girls had not yet picked up their knives and forks, but were just drinking and chatting.

"Welcome back~ Minister~" x5
Except for Pochi and former director Fujiwara Ai who were still drinking, everyone in the Love Consulting Department raised their glasses in tacit understanding and said in unison.

Ichijo, Futami, Majima, Pochi, Shinomiya, and Ogata sat on the left side of the long table, while Hououin, Fuzugawa, Fujiwara, and four other classmates sat on the right side of the table.

At both ends of the long table were baskets covered with blue cloth for luggage and bags, and there were no chairs. Between each girl, there was just enough space for one person, as if waiting for Asama to make a choice, but Asama chose to move the basket to the side, picked up another chair, and sat at the top of the short side of the long table.

At this time, Shinomiya also raised his glass and stood up, and said to Asama in a gentle voice across several people,
"Thank you for your hard work, Master. Unfortunately, I don't know much about French cuisine, so I can't be of much help."

Asama smiled at Shinomiya. In fact, even if they paid, these French men would not let women into their kitchens. The gender discrimination mentioned in the animation "Ratatouille" still exists in many restaurants in Paris. After all, the physical exertion of making 100 small dishes in half an hour is no less than moving bricks.

His comforting smile not only made the girls in Yinghe feel excited, but also made the four foreign classmates in Yitiao blush and their hearts beat faster.

After more than a month of getting along, the students all knew that Ichijo was a noble princess from an ancient oriental family, and the white-haired boy in front of them was the princess's fiancé, who was favored by Ichijo's father. Being able to be the fiancé of Maria Ichijo, the noble status of the white-haired boy was self-evident.

The mysterious oriental aristocratic identity, the ascetic appearance, the superb means of openly flirting with a group of high-quality girls, and the mouth-watering cooking skills all add up to multiple attractions, making Asama Shizumi, a male who is not in their hunting zone, more and more attractive.

Although all four of them have boyfriends, Asana obviously has more than one girlfriend, which can't help but make them fantasize.

"My fiancé Hero, can you tell us how you and Maria met?" (End of this chapter)