Tokyo Wingman King

"So, you are using the favor that our Ryuzoji family owes your Kujo family for something like this?"

Under the streetlight, Ryuzoji's face, as calm as an ancient pond, revealed a ripple of surprise.

The wind blew up the hair by the ears of this [Flower That Is Forbidden to Touch], revealing the thin and tender skin on the side of her neck.

Even at night, you can see the capillaries on the surface of the skin, and even feel the fragile vitreous tissue beneath the slightly cool skin.

[Japanese girl-like slenderness].

Alice Kujo looked at the Ryuzoji Chanba in front of her and thought of such an adjective.

She smiled and said,
"If you think it's a waste, then try harder when you help."

The eldest daughter of the Kujo family thought the wind at the beach was too unpleasant, so she took off a pearl bracelet from her wrist and tied her hair into a ponytail.

When she tied her hair into a ponytail, her full breasts instantly pushed open the fabric of her shirt, and the window between the buttons revealed the color of the sports vest underneath.

[This person’s body has become Americanized].

Ryuzoji Chanba looked at Kujo and thought of the word "banana man".

The two of them observed each other quietly until a strong wind blew.

Ryuzoji smoothed his hair and put the book "Living Metaphors" by Paul Ricoeur, the teacher of French President Macron, into his schoolbag.

It took her the entire summer to read only two books on the list of books that Asama gave her.

This feeling of frustration made her unconsciously comb her hair that was blown by the wind with her hands.

"I have another hair tie, do you need it?

Although it is made in China, the designer is Melanie Georgicopoulos, and the threading has been changed to a polyester elastic cord, so there is no need to worry about pulling. "

Kujo raised his left wrist and tugged at the Tasaki pearl bracelet on his wrist with his right hand. The elastic rope was pulled to an exaggerated degree, and just as Kujo said, it did not break easily.

Ryuzoji shook his head.

"Kujo Alice, I don't think I've agreed to help you yet?

I thought you wanted me to help you with the election, but you asked me to transfer to KKIS to help you investigate something.
I have no interest in dealing with such willful demands."

Alice Jiujo saw the shared electric bicycle parked on the side and smiled.
“You asked your family for the favor and came out to meet me in person, which shows that you have agreed to it 90%.

As for the remaining 10%, you can find out by looking at this document.

Get in my car, the lights here are bad for your eyes."

Ryuzoji sighed and followed Kujo into her red Corvette.

Half an hour later——

Ryuzoji finished reading the document with a frown on his face.

It is no exaggeration to say that the content inside is shocking.

The seven bullying incidents that had been quelled by the school alone made her feel sick.

[A human-pig who wanted to become a giant, but was swallowed by a giant.]
This is the epitaph of a girl who was two years older than her but committed suicide at a year younger than her.

The hidden investigation report recorded the presence of 80 ml of male body fluids in her body. It goes without saying what she experienced before her death.

Alice Kujo took out two cans of grape-flavored Fanta from somewhere and asked,
"Drink?"

"Don't drink."

Who would still have the appetite to eat and drink after watching this?

Ryuzoji looked at Kujo with a strange look.

"You mean, let me investigate the murderer who bullied these people?"

Kujo took a sip of Fanta, looked at Ryuzoji, and said,
“It’s not about investigating the masterminds behind these incidents.

This school is a demonic high school that is rotten to the core. There is no point in catching one or two murderers and bringing them to justice.

Bullies should all die!

But the breeding ground for bullies needs to be destroyed.”

Kujo looked at the black sea in the distance for a long time, then looked firmly at Ryuzoji and continued,
“What I want you to help me investigate is not a case of bullying.

Even if 100 such cases are reported, even if people die, they will have a way to deal with it.

I have contacted the victim's family in the past few days, and they no longer want to be involved in this matter."

Callous, heartless or cowardly are not enough to describe these families.
Some families said that the victim had said goodbye to the past and was studying abroad; some families said that everyone had reconciled and that it was the victim who was too concerned and made a big deal out of a small matter; some families had forgotten the deceased and were living happily with the deceased's brothers and sisters.
No family was willing to accept the apology gift she brought.

[It’s been so long, if we still bother you with these things and take advantage of your kindness, we will be too embarrassed to face others.]
Such words were particularly harsh in her ears.

If she wasn't Kujo, she might not even be qualified to get the information or meet the victim's family.

But precisely because she was Kujo, no one dared to mention to her the injustice that the child had suffered.

This kind of Eastern compromise made her sick.

She hated the dark, despicable, pitiful and cowardly Japanese.

Ryuzoji Guanshan Information, looked at Kujo and asked,

"If it's not delayed justice, what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

Kujo Alice shook her head.

"Justice? I just want to clean up the house from the termites.

Ryuzoji, no matter what, help me find enough evidence to purge the school's top brass."

Ryuzoji sensed trouble.

"Since you said that Kujo Shinkyo is already a demonic high school that is rotten to the core, wouldn't it be easier for your Kujo family to just replace the people or close the school? Isn't it just a matter of a word for your father to solve this kind of problem?"

“If it were such a simple matter, you and I wouldn’t be meeting here.

Originally, this should be something I should handle by myself, but due to special reasons, I can only stay in Toyo Eiwa and even have to live in the school. So, I found you. "

Ryuzoji felt as if a veil of conspiracy was covering her.

Ever since Asama Shizumi inexplicably left Eiwa and the heirs of the Five Regiments family competed for the position of student council president, she felt something was wrong.

"why me?"

"You are the first person among the more than 2000 people in Yinghe who is smart enough to have dealt with Asama Shizumizu and not be deceived by him."

Hearing the unexpected yet not unexpected name from Kujo's mouth, Ryuzoji hugged his shoulders uncomfortably.

That guy disappeared without even saying hello, and she wasn't stupid enough to send him a message asking where he went.

"What does this have to do with Asama Shizue? I have no interest in getting involved in the games between you five families."

Seeing Ryuzoji's expression as if he had eaten a fly, Kujo nodded in relief and said earnestly,
“It has nothing to do with Ying Ho’s election game, this is my personal request from KKIS side.

As for why I mentioned Asama Shizumizu. I hated him very much, and I hated him even more after Yinghe learned about what he had done.

So before screening the smart people, I have to see how familiar they are with Asama Shizumizu.

I read several previous school newspapers at Yinghe. You are one of the people Yinghe hates the most, but you are also one of the smartest people at Yinghe. You have helped many classmates at Yinghe. You have good determination, intelligence, and character. Therefore, in my eyes, you are the first choice."

Kujo Alice was speaking judgmental words, but her eyes looked sincere.

Ryuzoji Chanyu was already used to such compliments. She nodded in approval and said,

"I admit that I am smarter than most people. However, in an environment like KKIS, I don't think I can get justice. As a student, it is not easy to find the key evidence you mentioned."

"I have made arrangements. Someone will assist you when the time comes."

"Teacher? If you only have students, it's better for me to be alone."

"There are both teachers and students. Students with fraternity status are necessary. Even if you are the eldest daughter of the Ryuzoji family, you may be targeted by some people for trouble.

"How do I contact them?"

“It is not convenient to communicate face to face for the time being. I will give you the method of exchanging information when the time comes.

Wait, so you agree?"

Kujo paused and smiled, a smile that even Ryuzoji, who often looked in the mirror, thought was pretty.

"Ah."

The cold-faced girl nodded in acknowledgement.

"The call of justice?"

“[Making sense] is more important than [justice].”

[Only by taking the detour of interpreting the revelatory power of symbols can one gain a better understanding of oneself.] This sentence inexplicably flashed through Ryuzoji's mind.

He also seemed to have taken a detour until he became a symbol of interpretation.

Ryuzoji looked out the window and it was already dark.

“The current intelligence is not enough. I need more intelligence from the KKIS school management and the fraternity.”

"That's all fine. Wait a moment."

Kujo got out of the car, took out a small suitcase from the trunk and handed it to Ryuzoji.

"Put this away."

Ryuzoji opened the suitcase and found no documents inside, but green US dollars.

“There is $10 in it, which is the tuition fee for one year at KKIS.

Although your Ryuzoji family is not short of this little money, since I have entrusted you to help, it would be better for me to pay for it."

"Thanks."

"I should thank you."

Kujo Alice suddenly burst into laughter, which made Ryuzoji a little confused.

She stopped laughing but didn't stop smiling, and explained,
"I thought you were a difficult person to deal with. I heard that Japanese girls never tell the truth and are quite difficult to deal with. It seems that this is just a rumor."

"If you hate Japan so much, why do you speak Japanese so fluently?"

“I speak French very well.”

Kujo said that the reason she speaks Japanese well is not because of any sense of homing in her roots, but simply because she has a natural talent for languages.

Ryuzoji had no interest in criticizing Kujo Alice in front of him.

Although her conservative brother had already criticized Jiujiao for being pro-Western seven or eight times in her ear.

"When will the school start?"

"Next week at the latest. You have a week to prepare, and I will try my best to provide you with more convenience."

Ryuzoji nodded and prepared to get off the bus with his suitcase.

Kujo Alice suddenly said something that froze Ryuzoji's movements.

"Did you know that Asama Shizumizu might be in KKIS?"

".Asama Shizumizu went to KKIS?"

“It’s possible, it’s just my guess.

Of course, I looked at the transfer student information for KKIS this semester, and Asama Shizumizu was not listed.

Maybe his going to KKIS was just a cover. Many people in KKIS know him. If he really went there, the news would definitely spread.”

"That has nothing to do with me."

Ryuzoji closed the car door.

A smile finally appeared on her face.

He must have gone to this school.

After reading the KKIS information, she firmly believed in this judgment for no reason.

As she watched Ryuzoji leave Harumi Pier on the tram, Kujo Alice tapped her fingers on the steering wheel.

Although Daddy did not reveal the specific truth, she knew that the meeting with Asama Shizumi leaving Yinghe meant that the heads of the five regent families were jointly evaluating, or training, Konoe Shizumi.

A man who is addicted to dating girls,

A person who repeatedly tolerates bullies and hangs out with violent gangs,

The abilities of such people are simply exaggerated by public opinion.

If he really goes to KKIS, can he solve the structural corruption among the board and management?

She took the initiative to start the KKIS business, and Dad, contrary to his usual attitude, strongly supported it, which showed that it was the right thing to do.

No matter what, she will win on both sides, Yinghe and KKIS.

After finishing the Fanta in her hand, she threw the crushed aluminum can into the trash can in her car with one hand.

Aluminum cans clinked in the empty trash can.

The emptier the container, the louder the noise.

Kujo Alice thinks so.

Mai Majima is glowing.

The old fans of Death Samurai in the livehouse have completely let go of their grudges.

They even complained why they didn't meet this heavenly singer earlier.

The five dead warriors are the best dead warriors.

It has a completely different performance style from Fuzugawa, but has the same energy and the same core of expression.

It makes one's ears and soul tremble at the same frequency.

The girls with shallow eye sockets had already started to cry with excitement, including a music reporter who came to interview them.

Although Asama also began to enjoy rock music, he did not understand these expressions of empathy at all.

Asama took some time to count the number of third-party reporters at the scene - there were at least 18 media outlets.

Regardless of whether the Konoe family, the Ichijo family, the Fuzugawa family, or the Houhouin family were behind this, this extraordinary amount of attention says it all.

The popularity of the Death Samurai band is about to burn from underground to the surface.

Capitalism pursues growth, consumerism pursues publicity, the entertainment society pursues novelty, and the Internet age pursues exposure.

Several barriers have forced many underground bands with original intentions to live underground for their entire lives.

But for the band Death Samurai, these are like ducks in water.

Not to mention the resource management capabilities of Japan's top aristocratic families.

A leader who is an all-round artist, a lead singer who looks like a popular star, a gay drummer who passed the accountant exam, a bankrupt bassist with unknown debts, and a keyboardist who is a construction worker addicted to working. The band's characters alone are very topical.

Coupled with their top-notch looks, trendy outfits, free musical style, rational musical order, serious thematic expression, highly infectious art form, new albums with millions of sales, and frequent charity events, their soft and hard power are no worse than those popular bands during the day.

It can be said arbitrarily that the Death Samurai band led by Risa Fushigi is as dazzling as a torch in the dark night amidst the current underground rock scene that lacks sensitivity and resistance.

Traffic will not lie, the softer style of "W!" has become the permanent BGM in many bars and live broadcast rooms.

In the unprecedentedly crowded livehouse, every fan of the Death Samurai band realized that with the official joining of the new lead singer, the era of the Death Samurai might be about to turn a new page.

"Stupid Ah Shui, you don't have any enthusiasm at all. Raise your hands and get excited~ Like this~ left~right~left~~~"

Pochi, who was cheering crazily for Fuzugawa and Mashima, suddenly tapped Asama's head with a glow stick, and then happily pulled Asama's hand and started swinging it.

This good-looking, older, greedy, useless pseudo cousin secretly drank two bottles of beer at the beginning of the performance. At this moment, she looks so frivolous, just like a drunk.

Seeing this, Futami made a quick decision, grabbed Asana's other hand, and started shaking to the rhythm.

"This will block the people behind us."

"You can just listen to the livehouse with your ears."

Futami would swing his hands and lean his body against Asama from time to time, trying to deliver as much warm, fragrant and sweet pheromones to Asama as possible.

Fujiwara Ai behind him also used the excuse that it was too crowded behind and kept rubbing Asana's back.

Hououin, who was standing next to Pochi, felt that she was standing in the wrong position. Unfortunately, in such a crowded environment, she couldn't get in front of Asama.

Masumi Ichijo, who was holding hands with Futami and waving along with the rhythm, was not as anxious as Hououin and Fujiwara.

Although it seems that she is surrounded by powerful enemies now, in the long run, she has no rivals.

"For the next song, let's invite two friends from the Death Samurai Band, who are also members of the Restraint BAND, to perform with us. What do you think?"

The energetic and pleasant voice of Busei Gawa pierced everyone's eardrums.

A hot spotlight shone on Asama and Futami's faces.

Asama looked at the stage against the light. Busei made a set of gestures to him and he read out a sentence -

[Sneaking is absolutely not allowed!] (End of this chapter)