Tokyo Wingman King

Jiandao's condition improved a lot around 3 pm. She was so restless that she urged everyone to accompany her to visit the university across the street.

Seeing that she looked like she would cry if rejected, no one wanted to be a spoiler. The group simply packed up and set off.

Majima is a firm fan of skirts, while Pochi is a firm fan of pants. Fuzugawa and Futami are much more flexible in their dressing styles. The four of them walked side by side, seemingly turning Berlin's summer into a quatrain. But if you only look at their legs, Berlin's summer is actually a regular poem.

Pochi rushed out of the hotel like a puppy that hadn't been walked for two days, and turned back to urge Asama to speed up. But Asama was blocked by two policemen who seemed to have been in the hotel lobby for a while.

It turned out that he had violated traffic regulations by riding side by side with a girl yesterday and today, and the four of them had to pay a fine of 160 euros. Asama looked up the German traffic regulations and found that it was true, so he paid the fine and received it.

Seeing how cooperative he was, a policeman smiled and said that it was normal for Asana and his friends, as foreigners, not to know traffic rules, and that a verbal warning would be enough.

Although he did not have to pay a fine, the two policemen continued to question him for a long time, asking him where he had been and what he had done yesterday.

This kind of belated enforcement is not very common. Asama asked indirectly about the situation and found out that it was the group of speeding bikers who committed a robbery and murder yesterday. Some of the stolen goods were hidden by them, and Asama Shizumi, who had contact with the bikers, became a suspect.

When the police retrieved the street camera footage, they found that Asama's behavior was very strange (he took a long detour for no apparent reason and rode back to the hotel only after he came into contact with the errand rider). The errand rider's gesture of apology to him could also be a code word for handover.

So they contacted the hotel and came to collect evidence.

Although they were informed on the way here that the case had been solved, in the spirit of "since we are already here", the two police officers decided to talk more with Asana.

Soon, the previous doubts were explained. There was no problem with either the passport or the testimony. The white-haired boy had nothing to do with the gang of thugs. He was just a playboy with an overly chaotic relationship.

To be honest, this Japanese young man was very lucky. After a conflict with the thugs, he was actually let go by the thugs.

After getting rid of the suspicion, Asama kindly offered to buy the two officers a drink, but the officers cautiously rejected his kindness. Asama rubbed his brows as he watched the two officers drive away.

The girls also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that Jingshui is used to being questioned by the police."

"A Shui is a bad guy to begin with. It's not surprising that he offended the Gestapo here."

Asama glanced at the gloating Pochi. She was the only non-Axis personnel here.

"Robert-kun's temperament was already very obvious during the sports festival. He was just like the first boss a hero encounters after leaving the novice village."

Isn't that a role that will be killed?!
Futami stood up and said,
"I think the people who do bad things secretly while smiling are the worse. When Shizumi-kun does bad things, he's a bit like those kids who try to attract attention by breaking water bottles."

Asana nodded. It seemed that only Futami understood the matter of "seeing the purpose through the means", but it seemed that she didn't speak for herself.

Bu Xin patted Qian Jian's shoulder.

"Lao Luo, if you do bad things too much, your thoughts and habits will be polluted.

It is not good to have a straight face and live too seriously. It is easy to become numb to important things like love and life, and it is also easier to be targeted by the police. People who are always easily moved and always have tears in their eyes are the real good people. "

The one who always has tears in his eyes is obviously an idiot.
Jiandao also smiled and said,
"The image of Jingshui is always counterintuitive. When he helps people, he looks like a bad guy. But when he does something cruel and ruthless, he always makes people feel that he is very gentle."

Futami said to Jiandao,

"I've heard a saying, 'People who understand everything are the coldest and the most gentle.'"

After saying that, Futami turned around and deliberately winked at Asana.

"Ah Shui, if you always want to be the wise guy, people will hate you."

"You don't need to tell me."

Asama Shizumi, who was indirectly criticized by the girls for her gloomy expression, lack of sunshine, lack of enthusiasm, awkwardness and tsundereness, took them on a tour around the Berlin University of the Arts with a cold and numb face.

The university is larger than expected, and its architectural style switches back and forth between classical and Bauhaus.

The university was still in summer vacation, and there was no holiday atmosphere at all. Almost all the classrooms in the school were in use. When they visited the art classroom, they had the illusion of accidentally entering a large workshop mixed with a popular art museum.

Most of the classrooms with their doors wide open were in a state of chaos. The paint and sawdust flying everywhere, the shouting that drowned out the noise of the machines, and the strong smell of paint made Asama and his group of idlers consciously watch from a safe distance for a while before leaving.

Fuzugawa and Pochi, who wanted to go in and play, were held back by Futami and Mashima, and Asama, who was about to leave the team, was followed closely by them.

The walls are covered with posters as densely as those in East Berlin. The poster creators have the same mental state as the drunkards in East Berlin. This makes the neatly arranged posters on the wall look chaotic and full of vitality.

The group continued to wander around, appreciating a variety of content including paintings, photography, sculptures, architectural design, installation art, digital media interactions, etc. along the way.

There is a lot of anti-war content and many interesting Chinese elements. It is said that many of them were popular works in the Academy of Fine Arts Summer Annual Exhibition some time ago. Unfortunately, the movies, animations and some live-action performances shown in the annual exhibition are not available now.

The girls showed great interest in taking photos with the pig-head who kept winking at them.

Asama felt that the pose of them pouting their lips and kissing the pig's head was a metaphor that offended him.

The free sparkling water was said to be delicious, but there were no disposable cups, so you had to use a kettle. Asama's kettle was used by the girls in turn, and by the end he had lost the desire to taste the sparkling water.

The music school is obviously more conservative. Most of the music classrooms are also practice rooms, and the outer walls are covered with thick soundproofing materials.

"Which classroom is Masumi practicing in~"

"Masumi-chan only said that the performance would be at the First Concert Hall tonight."

"Then let's go look for it~"

"I heard there's an opera performance. There's a greater chance of voices in the classroom, right?"

"What opera was it?"

"The Ring of the Nibelung."

"Well, that sounds boring."

It seems that the girls have no interest in Wagner.

Pochi and Mashima like pop music, Futami and Fuzugawa like rock music. Among this group of visitors, only Asama likes classical music.

Of course, even among authentic classical music fans, not many like Wagner.

Pochi rashly opened a door, interrupting the performance of a duet group. The leading boy frowned, exchanged a few words with Asana in an impolite manner, and then closed the classroom door again.

Pochi stuck out his tongue and said in dissatisfaction,
"What? You arrogant fellow! Your skills are much worse than Shui's."

"I can't play the violin."

"I'm talking about the level of a fart."

"."

After teaching Pochi a lesson with violence, a refreshed Asana pointed to the TV at the door of the classroom - it not only broadcast the situation inside the classroom, but also indicated the usage time and whether visitors were allowed at the bottom of the screen.

"Do we need to split up?"

Futami asked.

"No, there are still a few hours before the show starts, just hang out."

After searching for a while, I finally found a rehearsal room. I sat in a corner with the harp group, practicing excerpts on the electronic keyboard. I had always been the star of the band, but now I looked inconspicuous.

In the soundtrack of Das Rheingold, the main instruments are violins and various brass instruments, not piano.

There was no notice on the TV screen outside the classroom that no visitors were allowed. Fuzukawa asked,
"Want to go in?"

"go in."

Asama nodded.

A few people walked into a classroom that looked like a small theater and quickly attracted the attention of the orchestra members.

Asama, wearing slippers and with his iconic white hair, everyone quickly recognized his identity.

Many of the musicians on standby greeted Asama cheerfully. After the conductor standing in the center had set the rules, he turned around and gave Asama a friendly smile.

Masumi Ichijo also noticed them, and the melody under his fingertips suddenly became clear.

As uninvited visitors, Asama and his friends sat in the last row of the classroom, trying to minimize disruption to the orchestra's rehearsal.

Sitting in the classroom and listening to opera rehearsals is actually quite boring. The conductor constantly gives suggestions for fine-tuning, and sometimes pulls one person out for individual testing.

The air in the room was slightly cold, so Asama put the coat in his school bag on Jiandao. As a result, Pochi and Futami squeezed over. Ichijo's performance was quickly criticized twice by the conductor.

Halftime.

The brass section that always approached Asama invited him to show off his skills on stage. The teachers had no objection. Asama had already shown his talent and ability in the video a few days ago. If he was willing to join the band, he might be more dazzling than his sister Masumi Ichijo.

"Asama, can you play this?"

A sophomore student handed Asama a Wagner horn, which was custom-made by Wagner for his operas. It looked like a longer and slimmer baritone horn, and its sound was noble and full, with a hint of the grandeur of a tuba.

"No, among the brass instruments I can only play the trumpet."

"Try it?"

"Forget it."

Asana didn't want to kiss this guy indirectly. He sat in a seat on the first row, tried playing the music, shook his head, put his phone on the music stand, and played Haydn's "Emperor Quartet, Second Movement".

The familiar melody made all the Germans in the classroom laugh. Their national anthem, as well as the national anthems of Austria and Austria-Hungary, all originated from this movement.

After playing for a while, three more hands appeared on Asama's keyboard.

Ichijo, Futami, and Fuzugawa also joined in.

Asama became the cello responsible for the bass part, and they became the three violins and viola in the quartet.

"Is this the first official performance of the Four-Hand Piano Club?"

Ichijo said with a smile.

"Then I am also considered an honorary member of Chief Masumi-chan?"

"No, Riyo, your hand doesn't count. You are a non-staff member."

Ichijo put both hands on the keyboard, and Busei's hands seemed redundant.

Busei, whose position was occupied, was not in a hurry. He went around Asama and played Asama's part from time to time to disrupt his rhythm. The wrong notes suddenly became more and more, but the song revealed a cheerful humor that the original song did not have.

The principal violinist, who was also related to a genius, wanted to join in but was stopped by several people nearby.

Wearing a shallow-cut jacket, Majima looked at the four people standing in front of the same electronic piano with envy.

"Everyone can play this song. Is it a famous song?"

Pochi, who has no interest in classical music and confuses Beethoven's "Moonlight" with Schubert's "Serenade", has no idea what the other members of the orchestra are playing.

“The Lied of Germany.”

Jiandao used music software to identify the song played by Asama and others.

"A Shui, this guy, has a bitter face, but he always likes to do these little actions to please others."

It took only five minutes for Asama and his team to finish the second movement of the Emperor Quartet, which normally lasts seven and a half minutes. The orchestra's break was just over, and Asama and the other non-members who had come to challenge the band returned to their original seats.

The atmosphere in the music classroom was very different from what it was half an hour ago.

"Jingshui has indeed mastered the magic of making the atmosphere cheerful. I am also somewhat interested in Lu Xun's "Kong Yiji"."

Futami smiled at Asana again. She was referring to what Asana said at the Migyōin family.

Jiandao, who was also involved in the case, finally heard a topic that was familiar to him.

"I have the complete works of Lu Xun at home. I'll lend them to you when we get back."

Pochi asked curiously,
"I've also read Lu Xun. So the book he wrote is a magic book?"

It seemed that the girls liked Lu Xun more than Wagner. They discussed quietly until the end of the practice.

Ichijo and I had a simple dinner in the cafeteria of Berlin University of the Arts, and they sat in the concert hall where Ichijo was going to perform.

During the rehearsal, only the opera singers were on the stage, and the orchestra was placed behind the scenes.

It was completely different from what everyone imagined. The last performance had a very low presence.

She tuned the tone of the electronic keyboard to be almost the same as that of a harp, so most people couldn't even detect her presence.

Only those who always focus their attention on her can clearly feel her exquisite piano playing.

According to Ichijo, she is playing the role of Shizumi Asama in her early years. She wants to understand his thoughts better through this role.

After the three-hour performance of "Das Rheingold" ended, Asama woke up Pochi and asked her to stand up and applaud.

The guy got his sleeves completely wet.

Pochi rubbed his eyes, saw a line on the stage, and said,

"Little Masumi finally appears."

"Stupid, this is the curtain call."

Several idol-style opera singers waved goodbye at the front.

The scene changes again, and it is time for another dinner party.

Ichijo said to Asama with a red face, "Thank you, Hero-kun."

"I should thank you."

"Have I done anything to deserve Hero-kun's thanks? Haven't I been bothering you all the time?"

“I gave up my unrealistic fantasies.”

"It sounds like I'm a villain."

"It should be said that it is a virus that can upgrade my system's defense function."

"Love virus? That sounds good. It can invade your body."

"."

"So, Hero-kun is the patch of my life, the kind that will leave a big hole if it's not patched on the soul."

In the first half of the day, experience the morning, tranquility, and heroine-like confessions.

In the second half of the day, listen to performances like Dusk, Glory and Supporting Actress.

The script of life is ultimately in your own hands, and you must fight for what you want in life. Yitiao is talking to him in this way.

The girl's love is like the suffering and exhaustion in "One Hundred Years of Solitude". Once it begins, it cannot be stopped and cannot be avoided.

He realized that planning their life paths was of no use.

Be a more realistic person. (End of this chapter)