Tokyo Wingman King

"I-san, when are you and the orchestra going to Vienna? You're going to perform the day after tomorrow, right?"

"I'll leave with you guys tomorrow morning. Yesterday's performance was a success, and Ms. Ebi suggested that I take a rest today. It's a rare day off, so Hero-kun has to accompany us today."

Ichijo smiled and took out a list of [12 items for a date].

Asana took a quick look and found nothing radical in it.

Well done I-san!
Ichijo's bodyguards and a group of staff took four bicycles out of the van, loaded Asana's luggage, and prepared to transport it back to the hotel.

Ichijo Masumi pushed a ladies' bicycle in front of Asama and said with a smile,

"I heard that bicycles are as important to the Dutch as air and water. Is it okay for us to go sightseeing by bicycle today?"

When Futari saw them accompanying Asana to his hometown by bicycle, Ichijo was so envious. Fortunately, she learned to ride a bicycle very quickly and was able to ride it well after just a few falls.

"Does everyone know the traffic rules for bicycles here, as well as the bicycle traffic signs?"

Asama reminded.

The city streets within the Singel Canal are very narrow.

Ichijo smiled even more smugly than when the performance was successful.

"Don't worry, the traffic rules here are the same as everything Hero-kun said to me. I have memorized them well~"

Unlike previous trips, Ichijo Masumi dismissed all bodyguards. According to her words, "I want to enjoy a more free day with my friends, completely on our own."

But after riding for half a minute, Asama discovered that a female bodyguard disguised as a blonde woman wearing sunglasses was riding an electric scooter and following them from a distance, reporting on their route from time to time.

After another 2 minutes, Asana determined that there were at least 3 bodyguards following him.

To be honest, Asama feels that he is very suitable to be an agent now.

Monitoring, stealth, fighting, judo, shooting, driving, diving, staying up late, performing, diverting public attention, improving the target's favorability. After listing all these, why is there a stench of an urban dragon arrogant?
No, no, I can't be an agent, undercover, or spy.

The motherland would never give a position to someone like him, no matter how suitable he is.

In one of Masumi's notes, the first destination was the Anne Frank House, which is known as the most difficult museum to book in the Netherlands. Asama was not very interested in the Anne Frank House, where the author of "The Diary of Anne Frank" and her family hid from the Nazis.

He is not a supporter of the conspiracy theory that "Anne's Diary is a tool used by Jews to hype up tragic culture and profit from it", but he has visited more soul-wrenching wars and hatred in other museums. For example, the Iron Cast Pain Mask Road at the Berlin Jewish Museum, and the pile of corpses and compatriots in the photos at the Memorial Hall of the Victims of the Nanjing Massacre by Japanese Invaders. Compared with specific people, he sympathizes more with those insignificant people who have become numbers, collectives, and abstractions, and who are powerless to groan.

To give an analogy - in two burning houses, one person is shouting in pain, while the other is a mute who cannot move. Most people will pay attention to and sympathize with the person who is shouting loudly. There is also the possibility that a brave man will appear and rescue that person, while the house where the mute is located will be regarded as an empty house.

At least 7000 million people died in World War II, and it was not just one ethnic group that suffered.

To put it bluntly, how many Palestinians in Gaza have the time to write a diary? Who will publish a book and build a museum for them?

Would those little girls who lost their relatives and friends desire iron and blood more than pen and paper?
With such a mood, they passed by the Westerkerk, the 85-meter-high city skyline of Amsterdam. Asama and his friends found a crowded bicycle parking place, locked their bicycles, walked for a while, and arrived at the entrance of Anne Frank House.

There are two signs at the entrance of the museum, one in Dutch and English that says [1 hour queue for admission], and the other that says [Despite all this, I still believe that human nature is good].

"This sentence is excerpted from The Diary of Anne Frank." Jiandao looked at Asama and smiled.

Looking at this sentence, Asana felt that he was a bit harsh.

The line outside the museum was like a Great Wall.

The Dutch are generally tall. Boys who are 1 meters tall are common, and girls who are over 9 meters tall are everywhere. This makes the people in the relationship consulting department, who are quite tall in China, suddenly look short.

To be insulting, Chiyoko Konoe is not even as tall as the trash can in Amsterdam - the average height of the trash can in Amsterdam is 1 meters.

But their height did not prevent Asama and Futami from becoming the focus of attention of everyone in the queue.

Race is one reason, appearance is another, but the main reason is probably the use of a privilege card [queue jumping].

Well, it feels a bit like visiting a park during the Republic of China era, with foreigners entering first.

This is how rich people destroy equality.

If it was Fuzukawa, she would probably wait in line obediently, right? Probably.

The four-story Anne's House, a museum converted from a private residence, is also very small compared to other museums.

Due to geological reasons, this land, which was built up with silt from canal excavation, was not suitable for building high-rise buildings. Buildings with 4-5 floors were already the limit in Amsterdam at the time. It is said that under each house, hundreds of long wooden piles were inserted into the mud to form the foundation.

In European commercial cities, there are many townhouses with the first floor as the storefront, the second and third floors as workshops, reception rooms or living rooms, and the top floor as a warehouse. Most of these buildings have a part of the top that extends out with a small hook on which a pulley can be installed to transport goods up and down. It is precisely because of the need to transport goods that most old buildings in Amsterdam have large windows. Another reason for the large windows is that the width of the front of the house is very narrow, almost less than 10 meters, which makes the windows look large.

It is said that in the past, the tax rate of the municipal government was determined based on the width of the house entrance, so that most houses were very accurately stuck at the width of 8.5 meters. In Amsterdam, many houses that are 10 meters wide and more than 30 meters long are lined up in a row. Looking down at the city from the sky, it looks like a fish stall full of hairtail.

Because the Anne Frank House was renovated, its facade has a Bauhaus modern style and has lost the charm of Amsterdam. However, the designer used the lines of the building's walls and windows of a uniform style to outline a narrow-door townhouse facade that is consistent with the street.

Futami saw Asana standing at the door in a daze, and turned around and asked.

"Shizue-kun, don't you like visiting museums with heavy themes like this?"

"Uh, sorry, I was just fascinated by the architecture."

Asama walked into the museum and followed the three girls to view various pictures, texts and video materials.

The only person who could take so many photos in that era was definitely Miss Fu. The entire exhibition area of ​​the museum is filled with her carefree smiles during her childhood, as if, as she wrote in her diary, she wanted to bring happiness to more people, even if they were strangers.

On the other side, there are photos of major events in the development of Nazism in Europe.

They quickly walked through the stairs and arrived at another building, which was Anne's father's company and the hiding place of Anne Frank's family and her lover Peter's family of eight.

The staff removed the bookshelves on the second floor, revealing a passage leading to the secret room. From the window, they saw the chestnut tree that Anne often observed and listened to the church bells that Anne often listened to.

Erjian stared at the books in the corner of the secret room window and sighed.

"[Paper is more patient than people], are these the books that Anne and her lover Peter used to comfort each other?"

Futami feels that the more the books she reads overlap with the books Asana reads, the more unbreakable their relationship will become - even though they are not lovers yet.

Jiandao shook his head,
"I don't think Anne and Peter were in a romantic relationship. In fact, there are several versions of Anne's Diary, and there are several versions of her Peter. In one version, Peter, whom she loved, left her during the summer vacation of 41. The version in this museum is the one edited by her father. Peter and she stayed in the secret room together for two years and were arrested together. But this version of the diary does not contain many sentences that a girl in love should have. Instead, her focus is on her sister, mother, and Peter's mother."

The reason why Jiandao said this is because she has also been writing a secret diary recently, and in that diary, Asama Shizumizu is Jiandao Mai's boyfriend.

A rumor said,

“Whether it’s fact or fiction, anything that can empower people has value. Liesel in The Book Thief is as inspiring as Anne.”

After visiting the entire museum, Ichijo and Futami deeply felt the hardship of Anne Frank's two years of living in a small house. Mashima believes that if she really has to, she can stay in such an environment with Asama for the rest of her life.

After donating some money and buying limited-edition seasonal souvenirs - chocolates in the shape of Anne's House and a plaid diary of the same style as Anne's, the group walked out of the museum.

The weather outside is very sunny, and the wind blowing on your face makes you want to turn into a windmill and spin.

Futami, whose long skirt was blown against her body, faced the wind, raised her arms, turned half a circle on the spot, and said with a smile,
"The weather is nice today~"

Seeing that Erjian looked like a child who had been locked up for a long time, Ichijo also let out a sigh and laughed. In a theme museum like the one just mentioned, laughing was forbidden.

But no one criticized Ichijo Masumi for planning a bad schedule and not being suitable for a date. When a group of people go out to play, it’s not about what to play, but who to play with. In the stereotypes of the three girls, the heavier and more profound the theme, the more Asama likes it.

Asama, carrying two gift bags, and Majima followed Ichijo and Futami towards the parking lot.

Looking at the diary in the bag, Asana remembered that Jiandao was the one who loved taking notes and writing essays the most in the department, so he asked,

"Mai, are you interested in becoming a writer like Annie?"

Jiandao looked at Qianjian in surprise, then shook his head and said,
"Isn't it said that [a young person in his twenties who is unemployed will most likely imagine himself as a writer]? If you want to be a writer at this age, doesn't that mean you are a dreamer and unrealistic person?"

"You can't draw the same conclusion. The prerequisite for becoming a writer is to accumulate a lot of experience, right? I think you have the potential."

"That depends on the type of person who has accumulated a lot of knowledge. If you read a lot, you can become a mathematician, economist, sociologist, or philosopher. Jingshui, didn't you say that the average density of ideas in novels is the lowest among all texts? I don't want to be that kind of person who has nothing to do and no brains, who can't distinguish between fantasy and reality, and who can only write fictional stories by piecing together things."

".All right."

It seems that we cannot rush into helping them find their direction in life.

Asama didn't see it, so he quickened his pace and walked to the front of Jiandao, his face quietly blushing.

At this time, Futami slowed down his pace and walked side by side with Asana.

"Does Shizumi-kun like Anne more, or her sister Margot Frank?"

"Why do you like them?"

Futami waved his hand, asking Asana to come closer, and whispered,

"I want to know what type of girl Shizumi-kun prefers, and then I will work hard to become that type of girl."

Asama was speechless, but waved his hand, asking Futami to put his ear closer, and said,
"Futami Tsukimi who likes reading, Futami Tsukimi who does homework, Futami Tsukimi who plays guitar, Futami Tsukimi who dives and surfs, Futami Tsukimi who laughs with friends, and Futami Tsukimi who only considers Asama Shizumi as a friend."

Futami, whose heartbeat was already accelerating, suddenly became unhappy after hearing what happened next, and said with a puffed face,

"Impossible, the last kind of second view doesn't exist."

"existing."

Futami rolled his eyes, deliberately not looking at Asama, and said,
"But Futami Tsukiumi, who treats Shizumi-kun as air, can also exist."

"."

Knowing that Asama had understood, Futami smiled and added,
"It's Futami Tsukiumi who will die on Earth without Shizumi-kun."

"Hurry up and immigrate to Mars, Yue Haisang."

"I'll go if you go."

“Can you be more proactive in life?”

"I will follow you."

Asama quickly changed the subject.

"Yue Hai, are you interested in becoming a writer like Annie?"

Futami's eyes curved into the shape of a moon.
"Then would Jingshui-kun be interested in being my Peter?"

Asana naturally didn't ask whether he wanted to be a writer.

She already has something she wants to do.

The four of them rode their bikes south along the Prinsengracht, visiting the Rijksmuseum, the Vincent Van Gogh Museum, the Stedelijk Museum, and the Dutch Little Masters exhibition at the Museum Square Gallery.

We walked around until 2:30 in the afternoon, then went to a restaurant called Seafood Bar to fill our stomachs.

Even at this time, there were still a lot of people queuing up, fortunately I had reserved a seat in advance.

The girls who couldn't eat Asama's food had average appetites and strongly stopped Asama from ordering raw pickled herring.

Although raw pickled herring is a food culture brought to Sweden by the Dutch, compared with canned herring that looks like a biological weapon, raw pickled herring is only fishy but not smelly. The average Dutch person can eat four or five at a time, accompanied by onions and pickles.

Asama, who had no problem eating canned herring in his previous life, naturally had no problem eating raw herring, but now he could only respect the lady's opinion.

We only ordered a grilled seafood platter and a sashimi cold dish. There were many varieties and large portions, but the taste was average. We had to rely on Asama to clear the plate afterwards.

The price was not cheap, they charged 270 Euros.

With Fenghuangyuan leading the way, there was no intention for the other three to pay, and all the expenses were covered.

A few people spent a long time looking for their bicycles in the parking lot and rode to Vondelpark to digest their food.

In fact, the only one who needed to digest the food was Asama.

Ichijo's face was a little depressed. Apparently, Anne's House and the seafood bar were both very wrong choices. Most of the day's itinerary had already passed, and apart from discovering that Asama was not only the ancient Greek god of rejection, but also the god in charge of museum interpretation, there were no other memories worth mentioning.

She is not as good at telling jokes as Fuzugawa, and the topics she brought up today were not even as many as Jiandao's.

Seeing a message about being in a bad mood, Asama thought that it was definitely not because he had seen too many crazy self-portraits of Van Gogh.

"I-san."

"Ok?"

"Let's not go to the museums and art galleries that are behind."

"But Jingshui, it's only 4 o'clock now, we still have time to go to many places, right?"

Jiandao reminded.

"Is the date about to end?"

One makes me want to cry.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let's continue the date and go to a place with a piano."

"what?"

"We can just make up for the concert we missed. Also, it would be even better if we had a kitchen. I want to try making Dutch caramel pancakes. By the way, what would you like for dinner? We're only cooking for four people, so I think we can try something new."

Asama, who became talkative again, suddenly rode in front of everyone.

The girls looked at each other and chased after him. (End of this chapter)