Tokyo Wingman King

Woke up before the alarm went off.

Asana first breathed a sigh of relief, then smacked his lips.

Feeling thirsty.

Is it because of excessive water loss?
Since the person was on the sofa, then what happened with Busei and the six bullets fired were not a dream within a dream.

Sorry
Under all kinds of oppression, I really had a nightmare. It would be great if I could be a dreamless android.

I just had another abstract dream about multiple personalities.

In the dream, he was judged for the [sin of waste] by the shadow behind the 12 lights. He had to either split into 12 pieces and die, or scatter the wasted materials to 12 girls with full favorability.

It is said that Onan in the Bible scattered his essence on the ground because he did not want to have sex with his widowed brother and sister-in-law, and was eventually killed by God.

So, is God your enemy?
Asama recalled that the legendary sinking of Atlantis was due to the islanders' growing ambitions and lost morals, which angered the gods and Zeus - but the gods of Mount Olympus committed patricide, incest, extramarital affairs, jealousy, greed, and arrogance - weren't their morals even lower?
Morality is clean, but it does not prevent the moralists from turning into clowns.

So, can we let the Great Ming God take the place of God or the main god?
Thinking of Futami, Asana felt a little ashamed.

I thought that using Futami and Fuzugawa as materials would definitely be able to release a lot of desires and reduce the value of personality conflicts.

As a result, the personality conflict value of 87% only dropped to 86%, and when I woke up, it became 92% again.

The defeat of utilitarianism
The system skills have pushed me to the brink of abstinence.

Failed.

Did the system sinisterly give him the skill [Moonlight Knight] just to make him lose control?
Thinking back on the reasons for the decrease in personality conflict value, he was certain that there was more than one personality that possessed desires and dissatisfaction. Perhaps releasing other desires could also make up for the repression of sexual desire.

No, if you keep thinking like this, aren't you concluding that you have a split personality?
Patting his head, Asana picked up his phone to check the time, and found that he had only slept for about 25 minutes.

The sky outside was still an inky blue-black.

The sunrise in Paris is too late.

Is this the reason why Parisians are generally lazy? It seems that the Nordic people are not hardworking either.

What are the names of the capitals of the three Nordic countries? Oslo, Stockholm, and Helsinki.

I thought about some random common sense and read a book for a while, but I still couldn't calm down.

Hearing some movement in the room, Asana stood up, took a deep breath, and walked into the room quietly.

The bed was on the left side of the door. The girl was lying on her side on the bed. The quilt covering her had slipped off a lot and she was using it as a pillow. Between her pajamas and pajamas, a warm white waist was exposed.

"Mr. R."

Hearing this call, Asama responded softly,

"F-san, are you awake yet?"

"Mr. R. Hehe~"

"."

It seemed like he was dreaming, and it wasn't a good dream for him.

I resisted the urge to move to a different angle to look at the sleeping face of the girl, resisted the urge to test whether venting desires can reduce the value of personality conflicts, and resisted the urge to repeat in her ear "We are just friends".
Hundreds of thoughts turned around, and each one was shattered by Asana.

I’m glad nothing happened. Asana slowly backed away and closed the door.

Yes, restraint is also a kind of following your heart.

At 8am on August 11th, the girls were having brunch together at the Ritz Hotel, while Fuzugawa was facing a trial.

"By the way, Risa-chan/Fufu, why did you sleep in Asami/Asama's room yesterday?"

Pochi and Fujiwara simultaneously slammed the table and questioned Busei, and looked at each other with unhappy eyes.

Immortal River smiled and said,
"You're overreacting. This is the reward for winning the bet I made with Robert yesterday. If I win, he'll let me sleep in the Fitzgerald suite for one night."

"So that's why Jingshui didn't sleep last night and worked out from 4am to 8am?"

Jiandao naturally didn't believe that anything that shouldn't happen would happen between Asama and Fuzugawa.

"So what were Risei-chan and Shizumi-kun doing from 2:4am to am?"

Erjian took notes very vigilantly, writing down several time periods, circling a section as if to emphasize it, and marking it with the tip of his pen.

Hououin proved that Fuzugawa was in her room at least at 3 a.m., and Shinomiya proved that Asama was still replying to messages until 3: a.m.

Detective Futami pinched his chin as if possessed.
"In other words, the crime was committed between 3:4 and :?"

Fenghuangyuan put down the teacup in his hand and shook his head.
"No, according to the hotel, the Great Sensei ran back from outside to ask the staff for water at around 5 o'clock. There is no footage of the Great Sensei going out in the hotel lobby video from 3 to 5 o'clock. We cannot determine when the Great Sensei handed the room to Fuzugawa and went out for exercise. In other words, the crime may have been committed for a longer time."

A folded arm analyzed,

"I heard from the bodyguard that when Hero fell yesterday, Risa was right next to him. If they wanted to change rooms, Risa could have just taken her toiletries and followed Hero back to the room. But Risa chose to take a shower in the room with Hououin. I don't think there's a problem with Risa."

Shigong was worried.

"I heard from the bodyguard that the teacher used his head to knock a big hole in the marble wall, and then he did four hours of morning exercise as if nothing had happened. Is this really okay?"

Ogata brought the topic back to the topic.

"Generally speaking, after doing it, you will sleep until dawn, right?"

Fujiwara said seriously at this time,

"There was nothing unusual in Asama Asama's room. After letting the hotel preserve the complete scene, I used all my knowledge and experience, but still couldn't figure out what happened between Asama Asama and Fufu last night. There was no 0.01 mm of water-soluble silicone-free polyurethane in the trash can, there was no suspicious smell on the bed, and there were no suspicious marks on the sofa, carpet, desk, or balcony. The only question now is, why did Asama Asama eat breakfast with us yesterday, but not today?
My intuition tells me that there is only one truth - Fu Fu, you must have said something very unpleasant to Qianjian Qianjian yesterday!"

"for example?"

"Asama Asama lacks exercise and is as short as Konoe Chiyo."

"Huh?" x5
"The Great Teacher is almost 1 meters tall, right? Is this too short?"

"I'm just making an analogy~"

Everyone slowly accepted the deduced fact that nothing major would happen even if Busaiku slept in Asama's room for one night, and the atmosphere instantly became as sunny as the weather in Paris.

The girls ate snacks and drank tea, gradually changing the subject.

At this moment, Asama was already walking slowly on Sebastopol Avenue with his back to the Pompidou Center.

The prices of domestically produced mobile phones in Europe are not affordable at all, and Asana feels that he is paying a patriotic tax to some extent.

The clerk saw Asama and kindly reminded him that he would have to pay tax if he bought so many mobile phones and brought them back to China, but Asama still bought 8 mobile phones and 1 tablet.

He wanted to try tonight what it felt like to study 10 courses at once.

I used to be looked at in the face even when I was on stage, but now I am being watched by many people.

Even in the simplest black and white outfit, he managed to exude the temperament of a top model at Yohji Yamamoto's new product launch.

As if he was unwilling to meet up with the girls so early, Asana sent back a few text messages, telling them to go sightseeing and shopping and not to wait for him. He then went back into the alleys of Paris.

Although it is the most central area of ​​Paris, the short streets crisscross like the wrinkles of a huge city. The wrinkles contain glory, culture, history, dirt, chaos and poetry.

Paris was one of the first foreign cities that Asama was familiar with. In his previous life, he had learned about Paris from Orwell's Down and Out in Paris and London, Hemingway's A Moveable Feast, Maugham's The Moon and Sixpence, and Mark Levy's She and Him. He had also read about the earlier Paris from the works of Hugo, Balzac, and Dickens. He did not see Baudelaire's "The City of Evil", but he could glimpse the laziness and pride of Parisians who forgot the objective existence of class under the high welfare system.

This was once a revolutionary base. It is a pity that the thoughts of the 60s and 70s did not eliminate exploitation.

But I guess Western idealists would be heartbroken if they went to the East. After all, how others should live, or how they live, is not determined by your imagination.

Asama walked along the street and visited several bookstores. Most of them had flowers outside, simple interiors, no oversized billboards, and the owners did not try to talk to him like they were trying to sell him a child that no one had claimed. They seemed a little too cold. It seemed that most of the bookstore owners in Paris would think that fashionable Asian faces would come into the bookstore to take pictures rather than buy books, so they were not interested in selling.

Asama, who failed to find any books, naturally did not buy any. It is said that there are occasional used book stalls along the Seine River, but Asama did not want to try his luck.

Like any city walker, Asana strolled until dinner time, and the freedom he longed for in his heart finally returned a little.

The girls in the group have started sharing photos. Ichijo has already set off with the team. It only takes more than an hour to fly from Paris to Amsterdam; Fenghuangyuan took Pochi to shop on the Champs Elysees, claiming to add some supplies to the love consultation department; Futami, Majima, Shinomiya, and Ogata formed a large group to visit the Orsay Museum on the other side of the Seine; the unpopular Fujiwara was accompanied by Fuzugawa to the slightly farther Wall of Love to observe humans.

Asama didn't walk too far and chose an inconspicuous little restaurant to have lunch.

There were unexpectedly a lot of people, most of them were Parisians.

The decoration is old and casual, and some of the tables and chairs are not even a set, but it has a harmonious and warm feeling like a big family of orphans.

There are countless horses painted on the wallpaper, which looks a bit like African murals and a bit like the horses painted by Chang Yu. Perhaps the primitive simplicity of the restaurant comes from these wallpapers.

There was a French song playing in the lobby. Asana used software to identify it, but it failed to recognize it.

After hearing Asana's fluent French, the waiter put away his sly smile and handed him a different menu. Asana saw that the specials were fried fish burgers and baked potatoes, and couldn't help asking,
“Is this a British restaurant?”

The waiter was very dissatisfied.

"Isn't that shit that the English eat?"

There was a burst of laughter in the hall.

The brother further added,

“There are no bad ingredients, only bad cooking. The best taste of cod and potatoes is in our restaurant.”

It was a very European way of bragging. Upon hearing this, Asana ordered a French fish and potatoes meal and handed the young man a bill.

The waiter quickly put the money into his pocket.
"Young sir, we pay last here. Of course, I can recommend you some good drinks."

"Hand me a bottle of grape-flavored Fanta."

The people around burst into laughter again, and the restaurant was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"We don't have that here. How about Perrier? We have original, lemon, lime, grapefruit, white peach, lychee and passion fruit flavors now."

“Does it taste like grapes?”

"Since you like grape flavor, I suggest you order a glass of original Perrier and a glass of dry red wine, and I will give you a portion of syrup."

The diners, who had been looking at Asama as if he were a curiosity in a zoo, suddenly burst into a huge outcry and expressed their indignation at the young man's suggestion.

"Then you should drink less mimosas (champagne and orange juice) in the morning."

The waiter shot back.

"Then let's go with the original Perrier. How much is a bottle?"

"2 euros. I'll give you the bill and change after the meal."

There was something else in the young man's eyes. Asana thought about it and gave him 20 euros. The change was only 3 euros, so he understood what he meant and said,
"No need to give change."

"That's very generous, young sir. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Zhang San."

The waiter took out a card from his pocket and wrote [petit garcon Chang Sam] on it. He then found a metal card holder and inserted the card into it for Asana.

Asana didn't bother to argue because the diners at the next table were already chatting him up with a friendly smile.

Some people who had been sitting there from 8am to 12:am for breakfast and lunch were not dressed like rentiers.

Asama couldn't help but sigh that the French people are really idle.

Leisure is a necessary condition for all creation, but leisure is disappearing in many countries and places. It is said that they are pursuing material comfort and filling their schedules with the word "struggle". But in fact, they cannot be comfortable even if they have "comfort". They are chasing the wrong thing. Leisure is the ancestor of comfort. When I think of some countries taking holidays, in order to make up a long holiday to stimulate consumption, they actually adjust the statutory two-day weekend to a single-day weekend, so that everyone will not neglect large-scale production or delay large-scale consumption. It is really funny.

I talked to the people in the old district about my experiences in Paris, and they asked Asama if he had fallen in love with Paris.

In their eyes, even if the Paris municipal government is as shit as their president, once you come here, you will definitely fall in love with the city of Paris.

This is a supreme city that makes all Parisians proud.

It would be even better if the ratio of old black and old green could be as small as that of the giant pandas in France.

Asama smiled and said, "If I had a lot of money, I would love it."

The cheerful atmosphere in the restaurant expanded again.

Everyone seemed very satisfied with this seemingly genuine, honest and hypocritical answer.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when I met the girls in front of the Ritz Hotel.

The flight is at 8:15pm.

During dinner yesterday, Fenghuangin suggested using her family's private plane to take everyone to Amsterdam, but when Asama heard it was a helicopter, he flatly rejected the suggestion.

He doesn't have the guts to fly 500 kilometers in a helicopter.

So Fenghuangin booked another business class flight and bought tickets for Shinomiya and Ogata, but he didn't buy a ticket for Fujiwara Ai.

Fujiwara could only buy an economy class ticket near the engine. Asama and Fujiwara agreed to exchange seats, which moved Fujiwara so much that he almost rode on Asama.

After persuading Fujiwara to behave himself, Asama and Hououin agreed again that everything would be kept simple from now on, and that he would reimburse Hououin for any expenses that exceeded the department's budget.

"No need, Mr. O-sensei, we are using the department's funds. I have obtained approval from the student union to donate 10 billion to our department, and it was Arima who helped me with the formalities."

".That's not how money is spent."

Asana finally said this, "Our department doesn't need so much money."

"Didn't the Great Sensei mention the [Pareto Optimality Principle]? This money will definitely be much better in the hands of the Great Sensei than in my hands."

"Then give all the money to Ah Shui. Ah Shui is a great housekeeper!"

Pochi was soon silenced by Asama.

Before leaving, the Ritz Hotel gave us many souvenirs, and with the gifts we received before, we had too much luggage. Fenghuangyuan sent everyone's gifts, souvenirs, and large items back to Tokyo.

I don’t know if it was intentional or not, but Asama, butler Akiba, Fuzugawa, and Futami got in the same car.

Just like that, as if the dream was relived, he was surrounded by Futami and Busuigawa.

Asama put on headphones to study, but his efficiency was zero. He found that the girls did not disturb his studies. After a few minutes, his left and right shoulders became pillows.

The sweet breath sprayed on his neck, he closed his eyes a little annoyed, and chanted the Buddhist saying [No thought is the principle, no form is the essence, no dwelling is the basis].

But cramming at the last minute is never of much use.

[Personality conflict accumulation value: 100%]
Ding. [Multiple Personalities] effect activated, personality is about to flip - (End of this chapter)