Tokyo Wingman King

Asama was not surprised to hear that Busei wanted to be the minister.

"You can ask them to help you even if you are not the department head. It would be good if you ask them to do more next semester. The Love Consultation Department doesn't have much work, and it will probably be even harder to get commissions next semester."

After all, the purpose and nature of client consultation have changed, and my original intention and motivation for providing love consultation have also changed.

Busei turned his head to look at Asama. There was no emotion on the white-haired boy's cold face. Only the shadows of the trees passed by his face one after another.

He rode his bike very steadily, and the shopping bag tied to the handlebars was firmly stuck to the shallow-bottomed basket as if it were glue.

Fuzukawa kept looking sideways at Asama until Asama's eyes met hers.

"Let's keep everyone busy. Can you let Robert relax a little?"

Asana understood what she meant.

"No, you are not a burden."

There was an inexplicable tenderness in Busei's eyes.

"Maybe if Robert-kun doesn't stop being the minister, he can free up his hands to do something he wants to do~"

The red light at the intersection came on, Asama and Busei braked at the same time, and simultaneously stretched out their right feet and stepped on the ground.

"What I want to do most now is to do nothing."

Asama took his hands off the handlebars and spoke to Busei.

Busei didn't believe it at all and said with a smile,
"You've been telling me for so long about the harms of liberalism, but now you want to become the cancer of liberalism?"

"F. Sang, you should know that the several waves of social movements in France in the 20th century had nothing to do with people like Proust, but Proust is harmless."

"But this kind of ideal cannot be achieved by staying out of things. Didn't Robert-kun say that he would always support me?"

Asama shrugged.

The green light just came on, and the two of them waited tacitly for a few impatient people riding electric bikes to rush out, and for an elderly couple pushing a wheelchair who had just passed by from the side, before they stepped on the pedals.

The wheel chains made a tacit "clicking" sound, as if they were deliberately maintaining the same rotation speed.

Asama chose to continue answering Fuzugawa's questions.

"What I just said was just to follow your words and express my true thoughts. [What I want to do most] and [what I am doing] are completely different. This is the sadness that is unique to human beings. For example, the group of people who want to lie down the most are the ones who practice the questions most diligently; for example, the people who want to get something for nothing the most are the ones who work the hardest as slaves."

Fuzukawa never thought that Asama's true intention would be to [lie down] or [pursue comfort], so she smiled and said,

"The example Robert just gave has a big loophole! Well, this isn't a debate competition. I just want you to take it easy. I just want you to take a break, not retire."

"So make more friends. It's lonely to be the only one wearing a yellow vest to resist your retirement views."

"The yellow vests are too ugly. If everyone wore sailor uniforms, maybe I would make a little concession on reform."

At this time, Busei made a gesture of pointing his finger at the universe.

She has a beautiful face that is great enough to replace the Statue of Liberty, but the words she speaks are not free at all.

"Turning serious matters into entertainment, Mr. F, you are already half a qualified politician."

"I don't have any desire to be a politician. Besides, I am no longer the same person I used to be. Robert-kun has to take half the responsibility for my desire to change the world! You must take good care of me!"

Such a big and empty slogan as "changing the world" doesn't sound like a joke at all when it comes from someone with high charisma.

"Show some concrete results first, Mr. F, and don't let me down all the time."

"Mr. Robert, regardless of your distrust of me, I believe in you wholeheartedly! Isn't it a bit unfair to look at it this way?"

"If you really believe in me, could you please respect my opinion a little more?"

"That's just an excuse to avoid more important issues. Dear Robert, I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't face your own heart, it won't work!"

The two of them talked about all kinds of things with ease, but unfortunately, he and she were not the kind of people who could be easily PUA'd.

Between the spacious sidewalk and the main road is an equally straight, flat and spacious asphalt bicycle path.

The distance between the two bicycles was very close, so close that they seemed like Andy Lau and Ekin Cheng in the movie "Infernal Affairs 2", so close that they could hold each other's handlebars.

Asana was imagining a scene from a movie about cat and mouse on a rainy night.

A little boy, who looked about 3-4 years old, suddenly rushed from the sidewalk to the bike lane.

Asama braked the car instantly and reached out to grip Busei's brake handle.

The braking system of the shared bicycles is good, and the two bicycles stopped less than 10 centimeters in front of the little boy.

The child's parents rushed over at this time, hugged the little one who started crying after realizing what happened, and thanked Asama and Fushigi.

Busui took out a box of candy from the shopping bag and handed it to the little boy.

The charm of the energetic idol can transcend national boundaries. The child soon stopped crying and when he left, he looked back at Busei Kawai reluctantly in his father's arms.

"Phew, that was a close call! Robert, good job!"

“People who want to change the world should focus on where they are headed.”

"Robert is right in front of me. By the way, are your legs okay? Your toes are showing!"

Asama looked down at his right foot and saw that the sneakers he had been wearing for two years, which were a bit tight recently, had a cut on them.

The sole and the front third of the shoe are completely separated.

"It's okay, my old friend is going to retire early."

"Let's go buy a pair of shoes together now?"

"No, I also brought a pair of slippers. Besides, it's getting late, I should go back and cook porridge early."

Busai didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

Asama suddenly felt that Busei's eyes turned into a mouth and kissed him on the face.

The two stood on the bicycle lane and stared at each other for half a minute without realizing it. A few cyclists rang their bells and passed by them. Only then did he and she come to their senses and start riding again.

"F-san, have you ever heard of [language corruption]?"

"Is it the [language inflation] that Robert-kun talked about with Xiaoyue before, or the one from George Orwell's 1984?"

Asama nodded.

“The latter. [Language inflation] is the society’s habit of using serious degrees to describe minor degrees, which makes people lose track of the seriousness of things, lack a rigorous attitude towards things, and deconstruct the seriousness of facts.

[Language corruption] means that the meaning of words is arbitrarily changed, and they are given content that is completely opposite to their original meaning, making it difficult for people to distinguish right from wrong.

The words "clean up the court" in ancient times, "national socialism" in Nazi Germany, "counter-revolution" in the Soviet Union, and "respect for human rights" in the United States have all become beautiful pretexts for some people to carry out their ulterior motives, and their original meanings have also rotted away. Some people hold high the banner of "anti-corruption" just to exclude dissidents, some people hold high the banner of "democracy" just to expand their war business, and some people hold high the banner of "caring for children" just to send beautiful children to Loli Island.

The ridiculous abuse of beautiful words is a cruel truth that is everywhere in the world.

So, F-san, you know what I mean, right? "

After listening to Asama's long speech, Busei turned around and smiled brightly.

"Robert, you know exactly what I want to say. There is no road that cannot be traveled, only people who don't want to turn~"

In terms of verbal PUA, the two are evenly matched, and in playing with abstractions, he and she are also evenly matched.

At this time, Asama did not realize that the people he was truly attracted to, whether it was Futami, Majima, Fushimi, Fujiwara Ai, Konoe Chiyo, or Arima Yoshihiko, all of them actually had stubborn souls like him.

Chatting about practical matters with Fuzukawa always makes time pass quickly.

Berlin's population is 4-5 times that of Amsterdam, and there are many more cyclists on its bike lanes than in Amsterdam.

As the two chatted, they rode onto a slightly narrow and crowded bicycle path.

A team of seven or eight riders sped past Asama and Busei at a speed of nearly 40km/h.

One of the riders tried to elbow Asama as he passed by him, saying the word "turtle" in German.

The attack was dodged beautifully, and the guy who bumped into the person staggered in front for a long time before steadying himself with a funny move.

There was a burst of laughter in front.

The last rider turned around and made an apologetic gesture to Asama and Busai.

Asama and Busei only responded to him with their eyes, watching the death squad go away.

Busei said angrily, "What a rude group of people."

Asama shrugged. If that person was bullying Fuzugawa, he would twist that person's legs into tires.

"It seems that Robert-kun was called a turtle just now?"

"You heard me wrong. He said toad."

"Isn't that also a curse word?"

"I can be a toad, but I don't like being a turtle."

Seeing that Asama's mood was not affected at all, Busikawa also laughed.

"Strange habit."

After riding for about another 5 minutes, Asama felt the scenery was not right and discovered that there was something wrong with the navigation.

The two of them accidentally rode over the line and onto Berlin's newly planned high-speed bicycle lane. No wonder they were called krte (meaning turtle/toad/bastard) by others.

"I think I took the wrong road. Go this way, F-san."

"I noticed it a long time ago. I thought Robert did it on purpose."

Asama glanced at Busei and took the lead to turn around.

The rotation speed of the bicycle wheel began to increase significantly, and the bicycle under Fuzukawa, as if connected to his bicycle, began to speed up synchronously.

The two even began to synchronize their breathing.

The wind began to pick up speed, blowing away the excess emotions.

The trees around me are retreating, the shadows of the trees are retreating, the pedestrians are retreating, the bicycle signs painted with white paint on the asphalt road are retreating, and the illegally parked vehicles occupying the bicycle lanes are retreating.

It seems like only two things are moving forward in the world.

One is called Fushigawa Risa, and the other is called Asama Shizumizu.

I don’t know how long this 100% synchronization rate lasted, until the two of them missed a turn even though they clearly did nothing.

Busai, who once won the three-legged race championship with Futami, suddenly giggled as if someone was tickling him.

"Robert, if there is a three-legged bicycle race at the sports festival next year, maybe we can win the championship~~~"

Berlin's slightly warm and bright yellow sunshine, like its relatives in Tokyo, Paris, and Vienna, habitually and tirelessly gilds the face of the dead river with golden light. They are like the medieval painters who used to paint religious paintings and liked to paint big golden cakes behind the heads of Jesus and Mary.

Asama shook his head. It took so many detours just to buy rice.

He knew that he might still have many detours to take, and would take detours to meet endless low-level desires. He would still be disappointed by many moments of satisfaction, and would still be self-indulgent in those irresistible yearnings. It would take a long time before the significance of detours beyond right or wrong would be revealed.

Fuzugawa went to the room to accompany Majima.

Pochi and Futami accompanied Asama to the hotel kitchen and happily helped him.

Because Ichijo had greeted them beforehand, the three people who were carrying the ingredients for making porridge had a smooth journey.

Futami's German level is average, far worse than her French level. As for Pochi, he is very proficient in more than twenty swear words and even speaks daily expressions haltingly.

Therefore, compared to the two beautiful girls wearing aprons and chef hats, the hotel chefs were more willing to communicate with Asama, who spoke fluent German.

Cooking porridge is a simple matter.

Although there is no electric rice cooker here, it doesn't hurt to cook porridge in an iron pot.

Put the washed and soaked Thai rice into boiling water, add a little olive oil, cover with a lid and cook for 15 minutes. Then put the processed yam powder, red date slices, corn kernels and wolfberry into the pot, stir while cooking, and continue for 5 minutes.

But this process is very strange in the eyes of foreign chefs.

I've gotten used to the feeling of being surrounded by a group of cooks.

Asama clearly just came over to borrow some cooking utensils to make porridge, but it turned into a cooking skills exchange show.

For example, for a medium-rare steak, in addition to options such as mashed potatoes, sauerkraut, pickles, sour cabbage, olives, and mustard sauce, you can also pair it with vegetable purees and sauces to reflect the German flavor.

And when Asama talked to them about this anecdote that even German chefs didn't know: "It was the Germans who invented the modern kitchen. The concept of three steps and five zones greatly improved the efficiency of home cooking, which was much better than the British where civilian meals became more boring after the Industrial Revolution."

He became more popular with the group of cooks.

The bald chef with glasses asked a handsome blond guy to hand over a plate of sliced ​​sausages and four kinds of sauces, and asked Asama and the two girls to taste them.

The bald chef said to Asama with a smile.

“Can you guess how many kinds of sausages are on this platter?”

"At least eight kinds. The cheese flavor is obvious in the cheese pork sausage, the dark one is probably the blood sausage, the one with curry ketchup is the Berliner Currywurst, the garlic flavor is obvious in the garlic fried sausage, the white sausage with a little ginger flavor after peeling off the casing is the Munich Weisswurst, the smaller one with chopped parsley is the Nuremberg sausage, the one that is roasted and a little burnt with big peppercorns is the Thuringian sausage, the one with the skin like a hot dog is the Frankfurter sausage, and the other sausages may be one of the above sausages with different cooking methods."

While the frankfurters on the plate could also be Strasbourg sausages, it is unlikely that a Berlin hotel would sell French sausages.

Seeing that Asama gave the correct answer without even tasting the food, all the chefs whistled and applauded.

"Perhaps you were German in a previous life."

The chef patted Asama's shoulder, and when he found that Asama didn't seem particularly disgusted, he hugged Asama again and continued,

"You are the most special East Asian young master I have ever met. Do you only have porridge for dinner? Do you mind if we prepare you a most authentic German gourmet dinner?"

Asana looked at Pochi and Futami, and both Pochi and Futami said they would listen to his opinion.

"Thank you, but our companion is still sick and needs to eat lighter."

The chef patted his bald head and said,
"It's a pity."

Futami ate some white sausage, and most of the sausage went into Pochi's stomach. The chef even allowed her to drink beer in the kitchen for the first time.

As a thank you for the gift, Asama made a dessert for the German chefs. It was a Brandenburg Gate made of chocolate cream with a caramel pudding texture, chocolate chips, chocolate slices and citrus jam. He carved out the winged goddess and four horses on the Brandenburg Gate with just a piece of chocolate, a knife and three minutes of effort.

The bald chef covered the dessert with a glass cover and put it in the refrigerator. The chefs all agreed that eating this work of art would break their hearts.

Without any psychological burden, Asana used the ingredients in the kitchen to make a few light dishes, and then he and the two girls went upstairs carrying the food boxes.

We had dinner in Jiandao's room today.

“People who can cook are welcome everywhere.”

Pochi sighed.

She had a great day today because the chef couldn't figure out Asama's age and thought they were young-looking college students, so he gave them two bottles of BECK'S wheat beer, which they used to roast the pork elbow.

Asama said without turning his head,
"If you were more motivated to learn, your cooking skills would have surpassed mine long ago."

Pochi has always been good at knife skills, and his best dish is Osaka beef soup, which has almost nothing to do with knife skills.

The enthusiasm for cooking is far less than that for eating.

In the elevator, Futami clung to Pochi and whispered something behind Asama.

"Shizumi-kun is too defensive against men. Although Mr. Schneider is a good man, what if he is gay?"

Futami was very dissatisfied with the bald chef's hugging Asama, or rather, she felt it was unfair. Why couldn't Futami, as Shizumi's best friend, hug him like this! ?
In order to put his hand on his chin and pretend to think, Pochi held two bottles of beer in his arms with one hand.

"Well, this guy Shui is really popular among the uncles recently. It's really strange."

Futami's heart sank unconsciously.

In the Yinghe forum, there have been posts with incomplete CPs such as [Asama-sama & Vice President Arima] and [Asama-sama & Prince Takishima]. Although such posts will be cleared immediately, it does not prevent girls in the comics club from creating and distributing such content privately.

Futami thought of how gentle Asama was towards Tomiya, a client of the love consulting department. And Fukawa Yuki had told Futami a long time ago that Asama had admitted to her in person that he might like men.

When walking out of the elevator, Erjian finally couldn't help but ask,
"Jingshui-kun"

"I don't have a fetish for white socks, I don't have one ear pierced, I don't wear makeup, I'm not sophisticated, I don't like shopping, I don't work out, I don't have disgusting habits, I don't watch Doraemon, I hate all anime characters that are drawn as female but forced to be male, and I sympathize with all patients with sexual perversion. In summary, men can't do it, and women can't do it either."

Asama gave the answer directly.

"."

"I told you! Ah Shui, you're a liar! You really did watch anime secretly!"

Is this the key point?!? (End of this chapter)