Tokyo Wingman King

The party was held at a restaurant owned by a senior student. Since no teachers attended, many students from other departments and outside friends also came to attend.

The senior who organized the party had spread the word long ago that he would confess his love to a girl who was about to leave the band tonight. The target was not Ichijo, but a graduate student who was going back to her hometown to be a teacher.

Asana originally planned to sit at the same table with the boys in the brass group, but in the end he sat next to the girls out of habit, blocking the many suitors for them.

From then on, the people in the band no longer believed that Asama and they were just friends.

A group of handsome men came to the theater troupe and tried to get close to Masumi Ichijo through Asana's connections, but they were all sent away by Asana.

Asama didn't know when this rumor started - [As long as he gets the approval of the white-haired boy, he will have the opportunity to date his sister Masumi Ichijo and reach the pinnacle of music and wealth.]
Gain his approval?

Naive.

Because of Asama's sharp tongue, many people turned into a pool of burnt white ashes and sat paralyzed in their chairs for a long time, unable to move.

Facing those troublemakers who had drunk a little and looked like they were looking for trouble, Asana silently adjusted his physical strength to 10.

After seeing with their own eyes that Asama twisted off the spoon head as if breaking someone's neck, the troublemakers instantly turned into slick ones, as if they had put bottles of Vaseline on their feet, and moved away from Asama and his girls in a roundabout way.

Immortal River smiled and said,
"Is Robert cosplaying as a barbarian in front of the Germans?"

"This is clearly a manifestation of civilization. Haven't you heard of conquering the enemy without fighting?"

Asana released the broken spoon and retracted his gaze. He felt that he was probably sick, with squint - he had subconsciously squinted at them too many times recently.

Masumi Ichijo watched Asama helping her get rid of those fancy-dressed scumbags, and she felt like she was soaked in honey. Thinking that she might have triggered Asama's possessiveness or jealousy, the eldest lady of the Ichijo family, who was wearing a black dress from Bottega Veneta, secretly squeezed in and took two selfies. Well, she seemed to be much more beautiful than before.

Unfortunately, after sitting down, the stools on Asama's left and right were occupied by Futami and Pochi. The genius piano girl searched for a long time but couldn't find a piano stool that could directly touch Asama's heartstrings.

The whole party was noisy, and the senior's confession plan was carried out on time. For such a high-profile confession, if the heroine did not run away in advance, she would have won 80% of the battle.

After Asama blocked several waves of beauty hunters who coveted the girls, he became the target instead. But his heart was several times colder than the winter the German army encountered in Stalingrad. All those confident German banshees returned empty-handed.

Some people think that Asama and his group of unsociable Asians are an eyesore at the party. But more people think that even if Asama and the girls don't talk and just stay there quietly, the party can be made more enjoyable by several levels.

The talented violin girl who studied under Japanese violinist Miyamoto came over shyly like a little deer that had never seen humans before, and greeted Ichijo and Asama in Japanese.

Asana nodded and closed his eyes, not responding. Ichijo and Fuzugawa chatted enthusiastically with the violin girl.

"I, I can't drink."

"It's okay. It's almost the same as drinking Mirin."

Who would drink Mirin for no reason?

"Um. Is it true that Lord Asama likes to watch girls drink?"

Busui rolled his eyes and smiled.
"you guess?"

When the violin girl looked at Asama helplessly, Asama opened his eyes and looked at her,
"Go away, this is hell."

The girl was scared away by his threatening look.

Fuzugawa and Pochi both showed dissatisfaction and asked Asama to explain what hell is. Asama responded with a silent expression as if he had just returned from visiting a grave.

Fuzugawa looked at Asama's profile for a few seconds, then smiled with an expression that said, "I understand."

"Jung said that the devil in hell tortures those poor souls in this way - [it makes them look forward to it]. Is that right, Lord Devil Robert?"

“.Put less expectations on others. Putting unwarranted expectations on others is a shortcut to hell.”

"People who don't dare to have bold expectations because they are afraid of failure will regret it for the rest of their lives."

The intense debate between Asama and Busuigawa might have continued until the next morning if Pochi hadn't interrupted them.

Futami, Mashima and Ichijo didn't care. To them, as long as Asana rejected other girls, no matter what he said, it was correct.

The chef in the restaurant had gone off work long ago, and the only things available were cold cuts and grilled meats. Asana had no appetite, so she became the food server for their table, serving food to the ladies.

With his current cooking skills, even if he just grilled it with a grill torch, cut it with a knife, and sprinkled some pepper and salt on it, he could make their tongues feel the art of cooking.

It’s a pity that Asama really has no intention of becoming a chef. A chef cannot train the protagonist to save the world.

At the dinner table, Pochi's fabricated childhood, Fuzugawa's charity stories full of love and metaphors, Mashima's love poetry notes and sharp reviews of romance novels, and Futami's research on Asama Shizumi, took turns bombarding Asama's attention.

Of course, those German listening questions with pure pronunciation also poured into Asana's ears from all directions.

Some old members of the orchestra have already learned that the main activity location of visiting professor Ms. Ebi will be moved to Japan. From now on, the college orchestra's tour will no longer have her as a sign. Many senior orchestra members who have accompanied her on tour for many years are very sad about this.

Some people also applauded. In their words, Ms. Ebi was a somewhat snobbish mentor. Most of the principals or soloists she recommended were children from wealthy families. Her departure was good news for those less wealthy and ambitious people.

Some people even complained that Japanese, Korean and Chinese people always crossed the ocean to grab the few resources, but they asked for a lot and gave little back to the German music industry. These people really hope that the school can introduce some policies to limit the admission rate of East Asians like those universities in the United States.

There were a lot of random gossips, but they were basically all about the news that Ms. Ebi was returning to her home country to develop her career.

The fact that Masumi Ichijo returned to Japan did not cause much discussion. Perhaps they were already used to seeing students like her leave the academy after studying for a few months.

He also accidentally overheard a group of scumbag off-campus students dressed in hipster style having a dirty plan against the talented violinist. Asana stood up, greeted a few older boys in the brass section of the orchestra, and quietly settled the matter.

In fact, at this party, the conversations between men and women were quite animalistic. The negotiations before going to bed were as direct as the interviews of fresh graduates in the workplace.

He turned his head and looked at the drinking girls. Their faces were as red as the early-ripening apples in the Black Forest of Germany. They were also like the witches living in seclusion in the Black Forest in some works.

Several people were holding the handles of their beer mugs, probably playing a game like word chain.

“It’s lively and bustling.”

"Calculate!"

"Working hard?"

"It doesn't count!"

Jiandao's answer was denied, so she obediently took a big sip of beer.

"Pull and tug?"

"Calculate!"

"strange!"

"Calculate."

"Love, love."

"Calculate."

Hearing Futami say an ambiguous word, Asana asked,

"What game are you playing?"

"A reduplicated word to describe the love consultation department~ Jingshui-kun, come up with one~"

Erjian held wine glasses in both hands and showed a hearty and delirious smile.

"twitter."

"No! Come and drink!"

The girls chattered and gave Asana a large drink.

Seeing that Asama, who was allowed to become a monk on the spot, broke his vow of drinking again, everyone cheered with joy.

Asama felt like Zhu Bajie who had fallen into a spider hole. Every minute of the night when his self-control was reduced was a dangerous torture.

Fortunately, the girls overestimated his IQ and underestimated his ability to cheat on luck. After a few rounds, he drank the least. But he always felt that he couldn't avoid drinking after returning to Japan. Fortunately, all good things must come to an end.

The drunk man was taken back by the female bodyguard without even having the chance to say goodbye.

Maybe she will come to the airport to say goodbye tomorrow morning.

After saying goodbye to several handsome and kind-hearted college students from the brass group, Asana left the restaurant amid their envious and admiring gazes.

They were completely unable to understand the pain Asama felt when he brought the drunk girl back to the hotel. There were three people who were still sober: Fuzugawa, who had drunk nine glasses of beer, and Pochi, who had drunk five glasses of beer. Both of them were only slightly tipsy.

But he was the only one responsible for carrying the human body.

Futami and Mashima hung on Asama's body, one in front and one behind. They were not heavy, but very conspicuous. They had only walked less than 200 steps when they were questioned by the police. The fat police officer was sitting in the police car, slacking off and drinking coffee a few minutes ago.

When Fuzugawa was carrying the drunk girl, he put all the documents into Asana's backpack. It didn't take too much time to get rid of the fat police officer.

In order to prevent them from exposing themselves, Asana tied a coat around Jiandao's waist, and Futami was held in his arms. The girls tacitly shared his shoulders.

The breath smelling of alcohol surrounded Asama and also hit his brain.

[Love is not a comfort, it is a nail that drives into the skull].

Asana couldn't remember which poet said this, but he clearly felt that his head was full of steel nails.

That sounds a bit like a B-movie villain.

Fortunately, the dinner venue was not far from the street, and we could stop a car in less than 200 meters.

Pochi, with a drunken breath, had the nerve to blame him for their alcoholism.

"It's obvious that I was led astray by you."

"No matter how you think about it, it's Ah Shui's fault!"

After walking a few steps, Busei, who was no longer drunk, walked in front with a smile on his face, carrying Asana's schoolbag and making sarcastic remarks.

"[It's all your fault. I'm afraid I'll never be able to quit drinking in my lifetime], is this what Sister Pochi means?"

"Hey~~~"

Asama didn't really want to talk anymore.

In an ideal friendship, there should be silence that lasts forever, but my friend Fuzukawa likes to break the silence by speaking at any time.

"Robert, do you think today's beer is good?"

"It's all horse urine to me. But you, don't you only drink purified water? How come you drink wine, whiskey, beer and everything else when you come to Europe? Are your principles so easily changed?"

"But I can't drink the water I want the most, so I can only drink to relieve my sorrow."

"Stop describing yourself as a victim."

"A Shui is really shameless. He has broken his vows, but he still dares to say that about our little Li Shi."

Pochi habitually stood on the side of Busui River.

If there weren't two people hanging on him, he would have exploded Pochi's brain. Just as he thought of this, Asana gently shook the two girls and adjusted their positions.

Seeing that Asama had been carrying a girl weighing nearly 160 pounds for such a long time without even taking a breath, Fuzugawa said,

"By the way, Robert-kun is very strong~"

"A Shui must have secretly eaten monster cells. He wasn't this strong before."

"Robert-kun used to be weak and lacked physical strength. Wasn't that all just pretending?"

"Well, maybe Master Cat secretly taught A Shui the secret method of using [Color Chakra] to refine his strength."

Busikawa squatted down and looked at Asama's lower body, then stood up and said with a smile,

"Sacrifice your desire to gain power? Robert, are you the kind of person who is willing to sacrifice your future to win the present?"

"I'm not at the end of my rope yet."

"I kind of want to see Robert the Desperate Situation."

Busei walked backwards step by step, feeling so free, as if the whole city of Berlin belonged to her.

She seemed to wonder if he would show his love if there was no tomorrow.

Pochi suddenly pulled Busei to find a toilet.

The Paw Patrol has done a great job.

Asama sighed.

After spending a few months with them, it is always like this: behind the wind is wind, above the sky is sky, at the end of the sea is sea, and behind their love there is probably also love.

Just as he had no interest in exhausting a road, he also did not want to try a love that seemed endless but might very well be a dead end.

Compared to them, he really is a coward with PTSD.

But if the world really does end, will he be brave enough to love them at the last moment?

Bathed in the Berlin night breeze and feeling the body temperature of Majima and Futami, he shook his head gently.

No, because "loving them" itself is a wrong proposition. He would rather choose the same answer until his death.

What Fuzugawa said about not turning was absolutely true.

After waiting for 8 minutes, Fuzugawa and Pochi came back refreshed, as if what they had drunk before was pure water.

Before they stopped a taxi, Asana was stopped and questioned by the enthusiastic police from Berlin.

After finally returning to the hotel and sending them back to their room, Asana locked himself in the bathroom.

There is only 2% left before his personality flips. In order to detonate the risk in advance, Asana uses the large amount of physical sensory materials he has just obtained and starts a new round of visualization tests.

When he came to his senses, he was in the void again. [Brother Helmet] waved in front of him in a friendly manner.

"I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

His voice sounded somewhat happy.

"Well, is it convenient for us to go to that empty screen?"

"I was just there."

Asana was stunned for a moment, and looked at [Brother Helmet] blankly.

He waved his hand, but even through his helmet, Asama could sense his smile.

"I'm sorry, [丨]-kun. I just had the urge to check on your situation."

".When did you start watching it?"

"Starting from when you locked the door to your room."

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Isn't this the end of the grand archery ceremony?! (End of this chapter)