Tokyo Wingman King

"Qiu Jun is too confused! Didn't he fall and get injured a while ago?"

"I was thinking about something while walking down the stairs yesterday, and my foot slipped."

"A confused Qiu-kun is also very cute."

".Thanks."

In a deserted fast food restaurant in Shinagawa District, two employees in work clothes were chatting.

The girl spoke and the boy responded, and this went on for more than ten rounds. The girl was still energetic, but the boy, with band-aids on the corners of his mouth and cheeks, looked a little sick.

Seeing the boy looking at the clock on the wall for the third time, the girl asked with a smile,

"Qiu Jun? You're so eager to get off work today, do you have a date?"

"Nothing."

"Then after get off work today, come with me for a walk? There's a really good cat cafe dessert shop that just opened near my house. I heard there's a black cat that can do somersaults."

When the girl spoke, she opened her eyes deliberately, but her smile made her eyes form a beautiful arc.

The eyes are the most beautiful part of her facial features, and girls are very good at making the best use of their appearance.

"Sorry, no time."

"Hey--Aki-kun just said you didn't have a date?"

"It's not what you think."

The young store manager who entered the restaurant from the back door carrying two boxes of goods saw the boy and girl slacking off and chatting, and immediately became furious.

"How long are you two going to slack off there? I'm almost too busy to handle everything!"

The boss's reprimand made the two young men look at each other and immediately get busy.

"Really? The store manager goes out to smoke and no one cares."

The girl complained quietly, and the boy silently put the cup covers, placemats and other consumables in the box into the corresponding cabinets.

This boy is very efficient at work. Even though he looks sick, you can see a spirit of not giving up in his face.

His name is Sanchongqiu.

A 16-year-old ordinary high school student who attends an aristocratic school but has to work on weekends.

Whether it was his boss's criticism or the girls' affection for him, he turned a deaf ear to them.

At this moment, his mind was neither on work nor on interpersonal relationships. His worries were like a tangled and glued ball of wool, blocking his heart.

The overly simple mechanical labor in the fast food restaurant could not eliminate his troubles.

Unfamiliar encrypted numbers, processed voices, and pretentious threats
Exposed.
This is an indisputable reality.

[The rat lurking in the shadows becomes the rat in the cage].

If you use your brain a little, you can guess what will happen to the caught mouse.

But the other party currently has no intention of destroying him immediately, like a cat teasing a mouse.

What is sacred?
There are many people who know his situation at Kujo Shinkyo International School, and there are also a few who can sense that he is collecting information and evidence.
But he should be the only person in the world who knows his real name and the real reason why he didn't drop out of school.
More importantly, that person said a name that should never come out of anyone else's mouth.

Helplessness was like a cold wave enveloping Sanchongqiu, as if it was a shivering prey being looked down upon by the being at the top of the food chain.

What does the other party want to do by threatening him with secrets?
Could the other party be someone from school?
Could the other party be those fraternity members?

Sanchongqiu is not clear at the moment.

Although he was worried, he did not feel afraid.

Just as the hostages in the hands of the gangsters have exchange value, they must also have utilization value in the eyes of the other party.

He had long been a person who had transcended life and death. If he was used, then so be it. If others used him, why couldn't he use others as well?

As long as I can stay in KKIS for the next 7 months
No one, even the one who threatens him, can stop his revenge.
Even if he goes to hell, he will definitely find those beasts and drag them down to be buried with him!
Hands as delicate as works of art hover over the piano keys.

A flight through the auditory world ends here.

Those notes, like smooth and shiny enamel, are still flowing in everyone's hearts.

Asama and the girls stood up and applauded, blending into the long-lasting wave of applause in the concert hall.

Masumi Ichijo nodded to the father in the front row, then looked through the crowd to the last row of people in the audience, at the young man wearing a hat and a mask.

The girl smiled as if relieved, and the light from the concert hall wandered under her eyelashes and on her lips.

That afternoon, she successfully proved to him that she lived up to her musical dream.

This dream is not to become famous and win awards, nor to establish a school of thought. It is not to escape and vent like in the past, nor is it to simply enjoy the time of playing the piano.

Her musical dream, as early as the day she fell in love with him, became [I want more people to hear it, more people to recognize it, and when her heart is filled with him, how beautiful the music she plays will be].

Asana took off his hat, waved it at a hairline, then gathered his white hair and put the hat back on.

Pochi tugged at Asama's clothes and said,
"Ashui, little Masumi is really amazing. I was always worried that she would make mistakes."

Asana glanced at Pochi and thought to himself, you can't even tell the difference between fugue and polyphony, how could you hear the wrong notes?

[The world of aesthetics is purely a world of images, independent of all interests].

The nine Chopin pieces played today are flawless. What they construct is an aesthetic world that negates all negativity and cannot be priced.

Before Asama knew her, he had already heard Masumi Ichijo's focus-free and effortless state of mind downstairs in the four-hand piano club.

In addition to Pochi, Asama, Futami, Hououin, and Fujiwara all have the ability to feel this aesthetic realm.

Futami and Ichijo exchanged glances, reading praise and gratitude in each other, and both smiled knowingly.

"Masumi-chan's condition is better than in the past few performances in Europe~ Shizumi-kun, do you think this can be considered a home advantage?"

"Well, it is indeed more moving than before."

Futami looked at Asama with a playful look, as if to say, "What you mean by moving is the song or the person?"

Phoenix Court sighed,

“Even if I practiced 10 hours a day, I still couldn’t reach this point. The road between [proficiency] and [flawlessness] is much longer than I imagined.

Great teacher, what do you think is more moving, the flawless [divine nature] or the flawless [human nature]?"

When asking this question, Fenghuangyuan's attention was on the arms that the two could touch at any time.

Among the five people in the last row, only Asama continued to applaud.

After accidentally touching Hououin's arm, he moved his body slightly towards Pochi and said,

"Which is more moving depends on the level and preferences of the audience. Some people like solemn and heavy performances, while others like what Han Bingzhe calls "smooth aesthetics" that pleases everyone. In my eyes, I-Sang's performance is neither sublime [divinity] nor smooth [humanity], but rather [flawless humanity] that seems to be in between the two, yet transcends both."

"Flawless humanity (whisper). It's [love], right?"

After hearing Fenghuangyuan's instantly understood answer with a smile, Asana did not say anything else.

Fujiwara Ai showed an amazing expression as if all the applause was for her.

"It's not as mysterious as you say.

Of course, compared to previous performances, Ichijo's expression is indeed clearer.

As a subordinate of the chief, it is normal for him to make some progress.

The great Fujiwara Ai will not accept people who seek fame for nothing."

Before Asama could refute, Pochi hugged Asama's right arm and asked anxiously,
"You actually let a little vine be the minister!? Ah Shui, has your brain been invaded by vines? It hurts! Why are you hitting me?"

Phoenix Court explained kindly,
"Ms. Pochi, don't listen to her nonsense. The current acting director is Futami-san. Please forgive Fujiwara-san. She has failed and can only find a sense of certainty and control in an illusory worldview."

Pochi showed a look of realization, "I see, the little vine has been invaded by the [memetic virus]!"

Fujiwara glared at Pochi and said to Hououin,
"Little Sparrow, let's be fair, isn't the position of the president a position that belongs to the most capable? Apart from Asama Asama, who among you is qualified to be the president of the club that I founded myself?"

“First of all, to be precise, [the wise are at the top, the capable are in the middle, the strong are at the bottom, the intelligent are at the side, and the mediocre are at the bottom].

Secondly, the current love consultation department is completely different from the two-person club you created. The business philosophy is far different from your game-like guidance.

Therefore, it is not impossible to let Futami-san manage the Love Consultation Department."

Asagao knocked Fujiwara's head through the Phoenix Courtyard and said, "Don't bring up something that has already been decided."

"Asama Asama, this biased guy."

Futami was silent for a moment, then he turned his gaze away from Ichijo, and looked past Pochi, Asama, and Hououin, and said to Fujiwara,

"Fujiwara-san, if you really think there's something wrong with me being the club leader, I don't mind competing with you.

The content of the competition will be decided by Jingshui-kun, and the results will be graded by everyone."

Fujiwara looked at Futami's confident expression and thought to himself that this girl who appeared out of nowhere was probably relying on the fact that Asana and the others would definitely favor her.

I, the great Fujiwara Ai, would not be stupid enough to fall into such a losing trap!

"Humph, why can't I decide the content of the competition, and let new customers evaluate it? Ugh—it hurts! Why are you hitting me?" "Don't bring up the matter that has already been decided, and don't make me say it for the third time. If you are unhappy, you can quit the department, work on your masterpiece, or start a new department. It's up to you. No one here is begging you to stay here."

Fujiwara covered her head and pouted. At this moment, she actually had the thought that [Asama made her suffer a lot in the love consultation department, which was also a part of his reverse play].

"Asama Asama is a big idiot!"

"Oh! Little Ivy finally said something human."

"Speak softly."

Asama gave Fujiwara Ai and Pochi a slap each.

The nobles, both big and small, who had dealings with the Ichijo family recognized Asama when he took off his hat.

[The arrogant young lady of the Fujiwara family beats people whenever she wants]
At this moment, they all felt that the reputation of [Five-Emperor Master] was well-deserved.

After Masumi Ichijo made his farewell gesture, the audience began to collectively request an encore.

Ichijo sat back on the piano stool, and Asana and the others also sat down.

The first encore song was Chopin's "Dog Waltz".

The cheerful notes poured down, bringing smiles to everyone's faces.

In just 80 seconds, everyone seemed to see a young boy being circled by two puppies.

Futami and Houhouin looked at each other and smiled, understanding Ichijo Masumi's teasing.

Pochi tilted his head with a gloating look and provoked Fujiwara with his eyes - [I was so stupid to regard you as my biggest rival in the beginning~~~hehe~~~].

Fujiwara didn't have time to deal with Pochi.

"I clearly spent a lot of money to buy 10 sets of Fu Fu's band merchandise. You ungrateful Asama Asama. How much do you want me to regret before you let me go?"

The bullied young lady murmured softly.

If she had known, she shouldn't have placed the play, otherwise she would have won long ago. How could she have fallen to the point of being challenged by a mere Futami Tsukimi?

After much deliberation, Fujiwara Ai decided to postpone her personal confession to this Christmas.

Masumi Ichijo's first concert after returning to Tokyo ended successfully.

Ichijo Maen took Asama and greeted a group of kind-looking and unusually polite elders, and then pushed Ichijo Masumi in front of Asama.

"Asama, I'll leave Masumi to you."

Upon hearing what Ichijo Mason said, Ichijo Masumi was embarrassed.

"father!"

"Is it too abrupt?"

"Then I'll send a few bodyguards to act as light bulbs for you?"

"You know that's not what I meant."

Asama looked at Ichijo Asahi with a look that said, "Mr. Ichijo, you'll only embarrass I-san if you behave like this."

Yitiao Mayuan smiled.

"That's right, I hope you understand what I mean. I heard that you passed all the exams, so I didn't have much to prepare. I heard from Konoe Takumi that you like this, so you can take it first."

There was an extra card in Asama's hand.

"The password is Masumi's birthday. It cannot be changed."

"It turns out that Mr. Ichijo would also believe what Mr. Konoe says."

Ichijo Mayuan automatically filtered out Asama's teasing.

"That's right, but I trust my own judgment more. Go ahead. It won't be as easy as it is now. Don't embarrass me."

Just as Asana was about to say something, Ichijo Mayuan had already made a gesture to chase him away.

"Hero-kun, let's go."

Masumi Ichijo pulled Asama away from the adults' encirclement.

After the two of them left, an unexpected person appeared beside Ichijo Mayuan and said with a smile,
"Do you really think he's your future number one son-in-law? Judging from his look, he doesn't seem to be very willing. He even has little girls from the Fujiwara family and the Hououin family with him."

"I know better than you what kind of person Asama Shizumizu is. Even if he isn't, I will make him be."

"Haha, terrible father-in-law. Looks like I have to thank Asama-kun on behalf of my family. By the way, Brother Ma Yuan, what do you think about this change of leadership?"

"Since the negotiation conditions are so bad, Konoe Takuma and I agree that we don't need any strongmen right now. Let's change a few more terms so that the other side has no one to negotiate with."

"I'm not talking about the nearby National Diet Building, I'm talking about Toyo Eiwa. Your little girl didn't participate in the game of changing the term, but your son-in-law planted a few nails in my house, Yaojun, and Yaojun asked me about this matter and asked me how to deal with it."

"Why do you care so much about the little devil's business?"

"You're in charge of a lot of things, aren't you? I say how to deal with it, and it's up to him."

Yitiao Mayuan looked at Ying Siwen with a relieved look and snorted coldly.
"It's fun to watch a show, right? Ying Siwen. Or did you guys make another bet on this?"

"Brother Ma Yuan, since you are not openly involved here, it is not convenient to tell you."

Yitiao Mayuan shook his head.
"Forcing things to grow is not a good thing."

"After all, we are different from Brother Ma Yuan. We don't have [Leviathan] as our son-in-law. Brother Zhuoma wants to win twice. What a greedy gentleman."

"[Leviathan]?"

It seems that you really underestimated Asama.

Ichijo Mayuan added in his heart.

"Are the people that Dad just took you to meet related to the place where Hero-kun is studying?"

"I don't know. It's probably not related."

Asama shrugged.

"Well, Dad, don't feel too stressed, Jingshui-kun. I am now a person who has the freedom to fall in love, and I will not build my freedom to fall in love on the basis of depriving you of your freedom."

"No, Mr. Ichijo actually meant for me to take care of your safety today."

"Really? If someone asked me to give Hero-kun's life to you, I wouldn't refuse, nor would I feel awkward."

Ichijo smiled and said something that Asana had never expected.

"People like that should be like the 89th key on a standard piano. They don't exist in this world."

“Life cannot be defined by one or two standards. If I want, it’s OK for a piano to have 100 keys.”

After saying this, the girl in a small dress walked briskly to the front without waiting for Asama's reply.
"Hurry up, don't let Yue Hai and the others wait too long."

It was much more difficult for the two of them to walk out of the concert hall than they had imagined, and just signing autographs took a lot of time.

This is also a matter of course.

Before the performance, official media and mainstream portals released news such as "The talented piano girl famous in Europe returns to her country" and "The strings of the new generation piano princess are once again played in the motherland."

In the past, among the younger generation of the Five Regents, the only one who was keen on media exposure was Chiyo Konoe.

Many citizens know that among the Japanese aristocrats who have kept a low profile for many years, there is a beautiful girl who looks more like a princess than a princess and more like a star than a star.

Now, there will be another beautiful girl named Masumi Ichijo added to their memories.

Unfortunately, these young ladies have done a very good job of keeping other confidential information, so every time there is a little heat, everyone's attention will be diverted by the endless news in Japan.

Like Asama Shizumizu, Chiyo Konoe and Masumi Ichijo, whose fans on the Internet are mainly attracted by their looks, are not as influential as top-tier artists. They are not even as discussed as first-tier Internet celebrities.

Being in the top 200 trending searches for people is already their limit, and even Asama Shizumi, who has a huge number of fans on INS, actually only ranks 366th on the trending searches.

But the Internet is the Internet, and reality is reality.

Many music lovers have already regarded Masumi Ichijo as a new national treasure of the Japanese music industry, as precious as the giant panda Xiang Xiang.

The Piano Princess was leaning happily against Asama at this moment. She broke out from the circle of enthusiastic music fans, took a few quick steps, and got into the car prepared by the Hououin family.

Fujiwara, who was in the same car with them, pursed his lips and said,

"This isn't a book signing event, why do you need so many autographs? With your status, do you really want to be an artist that is watched by everyone in this life?"

Fujiwara Ai thinks that aristocrats who hype themselves up like entertainers are all of the lowest class.

Geishas, ​​actors, dancers, acrobats, and all those who appear in public for people to watch are of the lowest class.

We should not treat ourselves as works for people to appreciate, but create works for people to appreciate like calligraphers, painters, writers, and sculptors. This is the consciousness that aristocrats should have.

In her opinion, someone like Masumi Ichijo should record an album instead of holding a concert.

Ichijo smiled at Fujiwara and said,

"You're wrong, Fujiwara-san. I just want more people to see that Hero-kun is by my side."

"." x2 (End of this chapter)