Tokyo Wingman King

After Fujiwara left, Shinomiya and Ogata also said goodbye to everyone at the airport entrance early the next morning.

They were going to catch a flight to Tokyo in an hour.

After saying goodbye to everyone in the love consultation club, Shinomiya looked at Futami and Fuzugawa with a pleading look, and then she got the chance to chat with Asama alone.

Shinomiya put her hands together like worshipping a god, bowed to the backs of Futami and Fuzugawa, and then stood beside Asama who was holding the trolley full of the girls' suitcases. The distance between the two was not far, and Shinomiya felt that she could hold Asama's arm at any time, but she resisted the urge.

Asama and Shinomiya looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned their gaze to the sky together.

"Do you need any help?"

Shinomiya shook his head, without even looking at Asama, staring at the plane that had already taken off and smiled,
"Even though we are in a strange land, I feel at ease as long as I see the familiar blue sky. Have you ever had this experience, Master?"

"Probably."

Familiarity can indeed create a sense of security, but Asama still feels that knowledge and wealth are the real ballast stones of security in life.

".That's right, I've never seen the Great Sensei look uneasy before."

Shinomiya secretly glanced at Asama. In less than two months, the Great Sensei had taken off most of his disguise. She had witnessed exactly the process of his expanding personal presence, which was a wonderful feeling.

The Yinghe Forum has a semi-open secret - even such a charming teacher has only touched the boundary of one-third of his full charm. Because it is too dazzling, it will blind many people, so the teacher chooses to hide his true appearance.

Even so, he has become the dream lover of most girls.

The feeling that the great teacher gave her was sometimes like ice and sometimes like rock candy, but the distance and boundaries were always clearly defined.

She used to feel disgusted for transferring her morbid love to him, but now, it was proven that it was not her fault, and falling in love with Asama Shizumi was an instinct, just like humans liking the vast blue sky.

Her inferiority complex had been wiped out by him long ago, and her guilt also slowly faded away, leaving only her love for him exposed on the sea surface.

Although she didn't think she was qualified to be his lover, just being able to stay by his side for a little longer was enough to give her strength.

"Teacher, do you think I am different today?"

In front of Asama, Shinomiya straightened his body unnaturally.

"If you mean dressing up, you look very smart today, like a female scholar who just received an offer letter from Stanford."

Asama gave Shinomiya a thumbs up.

"Really? I think it's better to go this way. It looks more artistic."

Shinomiya's outfit today is as if she has traveled back to two months ago, turning herself into a girl with pigtails and glasses again.

She calls this kind of dress "original skin", which is her way of reconciling with her past self.

Asama didn't know what happened. After the transformation, Shinomiya had never talked to him about topics like [self-loathing]. But since he said so with a serious expression, Asama decided to bless him first and then praise him. After all, he was not as good as Shinomiya in this regard. There was only a cut between his past and him, and no reconciliation.

Shinomiya was amused by Asama's genuinely envious look.

"Master, can I be your friend before I become a member?"

Asama looked at him in surprise.
"Aren't we friends?"

Sigong plucked up his courage and asked another question.

"So what kind of friends are we?"

"You can shake hands with me, just a simple friend."

Shigong lowered his head and smiled bitterly.
"The Great Sensei is really a man who knows how to hurt girls' hearts. What kind of friends are Futami-san and Fushigawa-san?"

A god-like friend and an ideal friend, Asana thought.

“We should be good friends.”

He also felt that labels such as close friend, honest friend, and helpful friend did not have much meaning in terms of friendship.

"Is there something that the Great Teacher is uncertain about?"

"Because the relationship between two people cannot be judged unilaterally."

Shinomiya smiled,
"The great teacher is my most important friend."

"If you say that, Ogata might be sad."

"You are all unique."

After saying this, Shigong laughed again.

“Everyone is unique, even someone as ordinary as me.”

"The Great Sensei is saying weird things again."

Asama looked at her phone.
"Your plane is about to take off, don't be late for boarding."

"Well, Teacher, you have worked hard these past few days. These days of traveling with you are my most precious memories. I wish you all the best on your next journey."

The formal bow made Asana feel respected. He imagined a normal farewell between a teacher and a student, and nodded to Shinomiya.

"It's not that hard, have a good trip, Shinomiya. If you really want to join the Love Consulting Club, you need to study harder. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Hearing this, Shinomiya adjusted his black-framed glasses, the same style as Asama's, and smiled.

"Whether it's studying or Tiktoker work, I will work hard! Teacher, next semester, I will call you Minister!"

"Come on."

Seeing that Asama had no objection to her joining the club, Shinomiya felt a little excited.

Although my intelligence hasn't been formally tested yet, my charm should be enough to pass.

There is a rumor in Yinghe that "the great teacher prefers beautiful girls from the literary field as his assistants". If you don't have the charm, you can't join the love consultation club.

The examples of Hououin, Ichijo, Futami and Jiandao are clear evidence of this.

"Arika, come over and say goodbye to the Great Sensei too."

"Goodbye, Master."

Ogata waved and waited for Shinomiya to run to her side and walk into the airport together.

Fuzugawa walked up to Asama, pushed the cart with him, and said with a smile,

"Robert-kun~ Xiao Zhencheng is in Area G, let's go find her~"

Asama directly gave the cart to Busei.

Pochi asked from the other side.
"Ah Shui, what did Xiao Sigong say to you? She kept laughing. Are you actually good at telling jokes?"

"I just told her, [Modern people are facing a dilemma of laughter. The movies made by the former king of comedy are not funny now. Why? Because modern people are exposed to too much and too mixed information in an environment of entertainment to death, their empathy is classified and reduced, but their sense of humor is constantly improving. So, do you know why Boqi's sense of humor is low?]"

"Smelly Ah Shui! You called me a non-human!"

While dodging Pochi's attacks, Asama was pleased with Pochi's improved understanding.

Futami looked at Pochi with some envy. Asama seemed to only show his boyish playfulness in front of his sister, which was completely different from his attitude towards Fujiwara and Fuzugawa.

Is this family?
Futami also wants to become a family with Shizumi-kun.
She didn't expect to become Asana's lover right away, but she hoped that when Asana suddenly came to his senses, she could be a perfectly qualified candidate.

Jiandao felt a little sleepy and leaned listlessly against Futami.

During the two weeks of living with Asama day and night, she realized the strength of Asama and Futami from another level.

The schedule is too packed, like a marathon, no, like a series of sprints one after another, making it hard to breathe. It's just like the life of a corporate slave.

The most frustrating thing is that these two weeks are gap time for Asana, and it is the most relaxed he has been in these months.

It seems that while studying hard, I also need to exercise my physical fitness. Otherwise, how about asking Jingshui to go jogging together in the morning every day?
The plane to Brandenburg Airport took off on time. Asama, Futami, and Majima sat in the last row, Fuzugawa and Pochi sat across the aisle, and Hououin and Ichijo sat in the row in front of them.

Asana's ears were never idle throughout the journey with the college orchestra.

Two loud-voiced girls commented on the love history of more than 20 boys in their college in one breath. Several boys discussed the damage ideas and team matching of a certain game, and then cursed the game company for selling numerical values ​​without conscience. A few people discussed Asama himself like fans talking about rock stars.

There are basically no nutritious topics, so I just treat it as an opportunity to practice my German listening skills.

Fortunately, Phoenix and Ichijo were on the plane. They whispered about the characteristics and style changes of German conductors such as Karajan, Walter, and Wengler.

One of them mentioned that Karajan's early Beethoven symphonies were flowing, free, and simple, with a hint of Furtwängler; in the "Red Card" period of the 60s, Karajan's shadow of "the conductor emperor" began to emerge, with a domineering and passionate musical style; in the "White Card" period of the 70s, Karajan, who was nearly 80 years old, made even Beethoven's Ninth Symphony seem delicate, steady, and balanced; in the "Gold Card" period of the s, Karajan's Beethoven symphonies became subjective, emotional, and a little religious in their aestheticism.

Phoenix Academy lamented that when creators continue to reshape their works, the works will also reshape the creators.

Asama had only heard of "white card" and "gold card", but he agreed with Masumi Ichijo's analysis.

Unfortunately, their conversation ended in less than 20 minutes.

The girls fell asleep quickly. They had played until 1 a.m. at the college celebration party yesterday.

As soon as Fuzugawa and Pochi got on the plane, they started to catch up on their sleep. Thanks to them falling asleep, Asana was not disturbed the entire time.

Jianjima and Futami also fell asleep quickly. This time, as if they had agreed beforehand, they leaned on Asanama's shoulders, one on the left and one on the right, and took a nap.

Asana had to find something to distract himself.

Outside the window was a clear blue without a single flaw, like an ice field that caused snow blindness, dazzling people.

It is said that the English word [Blue] has the same origin as the Old High German word [Blao], which means bright.

This dizzying color reminds people of wine, so much so that even though it is so clear, it makes people wonder if there are still some beautiful metaphors hidden in the sky.

Some people say that in Homer's "Odyssey", the deep blue sea is described as the color of dark wine. Deep means dark, so the word used to represent blue is wine.

Asana did not move around to disturb the two girls' sound sleep.

But their sweet breath was like the blue air with the smell of wine outside the plane, ten thousand meters in the sky, breaking through the window and drilling into his heart.

The head is soft and heavy.

He must be sick. If he wasn't, he wouldn't feel the discomfort besides the throbbing during such close contact with the girl, but he couldn't bear to push her away.

I don't know if it's fearful attachment or avoidant attachment.

Perhaps it's a lack of sense of worthiness, loss of insensitivity, an overly strong sense of boundaries, and a bit of a people-pleasing personality?

My schoolbag is on the luggage rack and I can't wear my headphones. I'd better continue listening to those meaningless gossips.
After a short flight of more than an hour, Asama and his party finally arrived in Berlin.

"You had a good dream, Shizue-kun."

Futami leaned on Asama's shoulder, stretched lazily, and smiled at Asama.

"Go to bed early and get up early like me, and you won't be so sleepy during the day."

Erjian, who had not yet woken up from her sweet dream, blushed when she heard this and thought that if they both went to bed early and got up early, she might feel even more sleepy during the day.

"Let's wait until the people ahead of us have left before we get off the plane."

The first one to answer him was Pochi.

"Okay! Eh? What's wrong with Mai-chan? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiandao looked like he hadn't gotten enough sleep and didn't want to move at all.

Asama also felt something was wrong, so he touched Jiandao's head and found that he had a fever.

He straightened Jiandao's body and made him lie upright on the seat, then stood up and took out cold medicine and a cup of water from his bag.

"Mai, Mai, wake up."

"Are you here already?"

Jiandao was like white chocolate melting in a pot, his whole body was soft.

"Well, we're in Berlin now. You have a fever. Take your medicine first."

"Ok."

"Mai, open your mouth, ah——"

Futami took out her water cup and helped Jiandao feed the medicine.

“Is the air conditioning on the plane too strong?”

Phoenix Court asked.

I took a look at the air vents and saw that they were all closed.

"Maybe she's too tired. Mai was also listless this morning."

"How about we split up into two groups, one to go to the hotel, and the other to accompany Mai-chan to the hospital?"

Busei took out an ice patch from his bag and put it on Jiandao's forehead.

"Let's go together. I'm taking a day off today. The CBF campus of Charité Hospital is not far from here. I'll arrange a car later."

As soon as Ichijo returned to Berlin, he acted like a host.

After taking the medicine, Jiandao covered his mouth to hold back his cough and whispered,

"Maybe I forgot to cover myself with a blanket last night. It's just a minor cold. I don't need to be hospitalized."

Fuzugawa stroked Majima's hair.

"Xiao Mai, you'd better get checked. The viruses abroad are different from the viruses in China. Be careful not to develop pneumonia or something."

Jiandao still shook his head.
"It's just a minor illness. There's really no need to trouble you all. Besides, Jingshui will be there to accompany me."

Busui River recalled how he felt when he had a fever, nodded, and said,
"Okay, let Robert take charge. Mai-chan is in your hands now!"

Just like that, Fuzugawa and the others dragged their luggage to the hotel, and all the plans for today were cancelled. Asama sat in the car arranged by Masumi Ichijo and accompanied Jiandao to the nearby hospital.

"Sorry, Shizue."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Just drink less, go to bed early, and exercise more."

"Well, you don't need to go to a big hospital to treat a cold in Germany. I saw on Instagram that a family doctor is enough."

"Don't worry, I-san has already arranged everything for you."

'What a waste of money'

"Just accept their kindness."

"Then why would Jingshui reject our kindness?"

"Because if I accept, my fever will go out of control."

Asama said something that Jiandao couldn't understand at all.

With his entire face burned red and his head buzzing, Jiandao collapsed into Asana's arms.

At this moment, there is no other person in his arms.

She thought, it would be nice if she could have a fever forever. (End of this chapter)