Tokyo Wingman King

Sunday, May 9.

The phone showed 04:35.

After two hours of sleep, Asana's perfect biological clock allowed him to open his eyes on time.

Being a loner, he thought it was pleasant to wake up in a room without pretty girls, and in his own bed instead of a couch or a chair.

But when he saw the special rack with a row of toothbrushes hanging next to the sink, and the colorful towels that had been dried and folded on the small rack, his happy mood disappeared without a trace.

In my current situation, how can I be considered aloof and arrogant?
After a simple wash, Asana sat down at the desk and started a new day of solving questions.

Videos being played on 3 mobile phones.

They are lectures or interviews on Marxist philosophy by Korsch, Derrida and Negri respectively. The videos are filled with Marx's [sensory] understanding that is different from that of Feuerbach and Wittgenstein.

Continuous study of Marxism is necessary, because the problems he faces are no longer his own.

After a trip to China, the sense of mission generated in his soul required him to find different resources intellectually, reactivate Marxism, and sow it on the land where he now stands. Regardless of whether he responds to this sense of mission or not, it is always right to learn more knowledge.

A biographical documentary about Machiavelli was playing on the tablet.

As the main content of the ethics course taught at KKIS, he has not yet fully annotated Machiavelli's "The Prince" and "On Livy". Watching documentaries from several perspectives will help improve his understanding of Machiavelli.

In the headphones is Bach's "Suite No. 1 for Cello" performed by Chinese-American cellist Yo-Yo Ma.

There are many versions of this artist's a cappella suite. Asama still prefers the soothing and classical original version. The last version feels a bit too lively and unrestrained.

Close your eyes and feel the connotation of the music. The natural world is endless, the long river of time flows endlessly, the autumn sun shines in the golden forest, and the dry morning breeze roams in the empty streets. The power of [Feng Cong Er] makes this artistic conception no longer an obstacle to Asama's learning.

Marx, Machiavelli, and Yo-Yo Ma smiled slightly and said, this world is a huge stable, and today is another day surrounded by knowledge made up of [horses].

Mathematics is also [Ma].

Asana randomly pulled out an IMO mock test paper, took out a draft paper from the drawer, turned his pen twice, and began to review the questions.

Gou Rixin, every day, and every day.

[Learning Magic in Tokyo] is the skill that best reflects the accumulation of skills over time and perfectly fits Asama's values.

As long as you continue to do exercises and push the daily [progress bar] to 100%, you can slightly improve your physical fitness and various physiological skills.

Combined with the [Holy Mule and Horse Body of Man], not only is Asana's chance of getting sick reduced to a minimum, but even with his physical strength at only 7, he can still fully charge the battery for a whole day.

He hadn't felt physical fatigue for a long time.

This is all thanks to the talent of [maintaining health by doing exercises] given to him by [Tokyo Study Demon].

After more than half a month of practice, Asama found that the task pushing efficiency was highest when doing IMO simulation papers.

Basically, by finishing a math competition paper, you can complete the task of solving problems.

Today's IMO mock test is a bit harder than previous real questions. It is full of unfamiliar questions with insidious design ideas and large amounts of calculation. It gives the illusion that you are actually studying chemical cross-coupling reactions while you are clearly doing math problems.

It took me more than an hour to complete the three questions. Fortunately, after I checked the answers, I found that the accuracy rate was 100%.

The strong positive feedback made Asama extremely satisfied.

After doing math problems with great efficiency for more than a month, his understanding of math became clearer.

Although he is not qualified to be a mathematician, he thinks that he is already an extremely good problem solver who can beat many people.

If Yoshihiko Arima invites him to be a teammate of the National Mathematical Olympiad team now, he will no longer refuse Arima on the grounds of "worrying about being a drag".

Well, now he would refuse with the reason of "no time and no interest".

After collecting the test papers that took others at least three hours to complete, Asana suddenly thought that increasing 2 points of agility might save more time than increasing 2 points of intelligence.

Give it a try.

He quickly put it into practice, snapped his fingers 66 times, put on [□ Water Way], and did three big questions in different states for comparison.

With an increase of 2 points of agility, he could finish a question in less than 10 minutes. The increase in hand speed made him twice as efficient as usual.

Increased 2 intelligence points, and took 17 minutes and 52 seconds to solve one question. The speed was slightly faster than usual, but the main reason was that the question pattern became more familiar.

With an increase of 3 intelligence points, the time taken to solve a problem was 14 minutes and 21 seconds. This is a little faster than when the intelligence was 9 points, but the inference that [increasing intelligence can easily find a simpler solution] has not been confirmed.

This is indeed the case. Those geniuses from the Mensa Club and the Holy Grail Society who claim to have an IQ of over 200 have never solved centuries-old problems.

Many people with high IQs, even if they have strong learning abilities and can learn a language in a few days, very few of them can achieve the achievements that society expects throughout their lives.

As far as Asama is concerned, improving intelligence mainly improves observation, memory, and judgment. However, his way of thinking still relies on long-standing habits, and his imagination and adaptability have not improved much.

Asana took off [□Way of Water] and exited the state of 10 intelligence points.

Exercise your intelligence every day, and it is your physical fitness that grows
I wonder if those melee mages who wield their staffs as giant swords also encounter the same trouble as Asana.

After tidying up the desk and turning off the tablet and phone that were playing videos on a loop, Asana opened a can of grape-flavored Fanta and took two sips.

It's almost 7 o'clock.

It took me more than an hour longer than planned to finish my morning exercises, so it was probably too late to go out for a morning run. Asana walked into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.

"Ah Shui Ah Shui~ Tomorrow morning~ I want to eat your hot dry noodles that are not dry at all~~~ Can you make it for me~ Please~"

Pochi pestered him to order last night, and considering that she had gone to Futami's house to sleep obediently and had to carry a bunch of things back to her hometown today, Asana agreed to Pochi's request.

The noodles were wrapped in oil before going to bed yesterday. The beef bone marinade that had been simmered overnight had a rich aroma. Asama used black sesame oil to mix sesame paste. The condiments such as chopped green onions, dried carrot cubes, pickled white radish cubes, and pickled beans were prepared. The beef was also cut into the thin beef slices like those in Lanzhou ramen.

Everything was ready, and Asama started to boil water in a deep pot for cooking pasta. The only thing left to do in making hot dry noodles was to blanch the noodles and add the seasoning.

Hot dry noodles are best paired with eggnog, but soy milk is also good. Asama put the soybeans, rice, glutinous rice, peanuts, and rock sugar that had been soaked for 4 hours into the wall-breaking machine and set the soy milk mode for 30 minutes.

At this time, there was a knock on the apartment door, and then it was opened again.

"Ah Shuishui~ Are you up~ I'm starving, hurry up and give me some food~~~"

Pochi yelled at the top of his voice and walked in with his suitcase.

She quickly changed her shoes in 3 seconds and headed straight to the kitchen wearing golden Adidas shoes.

Asana held her head and pushed her towards the sofa in the living room.

"What are you doing, idiot Shui? I just want to help~"

"Don't think I don't know you want to steal the beef."

"You sliced ​​it so thinly that eating five slices would be the same as not eating anything. I only eat two slices."

"No need to discuss."

Mashima and Ichijo watched the no-brainer fight between the brother and sister for three minutes at the entrance, and Asama threw Pochi onto the sofa with a throwing move.

Both of them showed a hint of envy.

Jiandao smiled and put Pochi's shoes, which were tilted all over the place, into the shoe cabinet.

Although she hugged Asama three times during the summer vacation, it seems that only her cousin, Pochi, can have such unrestrained and intimate contact with Asama.

If the chance of fist contact with Asama is included, Fujiwara also counts as one.

Ichijo imagined his married life with Asama, but found that this kind of brawl was not in the scene library, so he shook his head and laughed.

When Asanjian clapped his hands and looked over, Ichijo waved and laughed.

"Good morning, Hero-kun."

Today, the piano girl is wearing a casual outfit of tight jeans, a white T-shirt, and a red and black plaid shirt. Although simple, it is full of youthful fashion.

"Good morning, sit down for a while."

"Jingshui, thank you for your hard work."

"morning."

Finally, Jiandao changed into slippers, still wearing a simple black and white outfit, with a belt-like choker on his pale and slender neck.

Since joining the band Death Samurai, she has consciously or unconsciously added some punk elements to her style.

Asama saw Majima close the door and asked,

"Where are Yue Hai and F-san?"

"They stayed in bed and are probably still on their way."

It is certain that Daming Shen is a lazy cat. Unless there are special circumstances, she is usually the last one to get up.

"Kozuki Umi and Koriyo talked until very late yesterday! They didn't even have a pillow fight."

Pochi, who was curled up on the sofa, said this and picked up a square pillow. He hugged the pillow and tried his best to test the resilience of the sofa, making a creaking sound.

Ichijo also sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow.

She took the pillow from the bed. She deduced from the dents that Asana probably used this pillow yesterday, and buried her face in it. "You guys watch TV for a while, breakfast will be ready soon."

Asama turned on the TV and tuned to NHK's Good Morning Japan program, which was playing a haiku automatically generated by AI.

She leaned slightly to one side, half of her pretty face appeared from under the pillow, and smiled.
"No rush, let's wait for Yue Hai and Fuzugawa to come before we eat breakfast."

"Okay. Mai, if you're sleepy, why don't you take a nap? Don't you have a performance in the afternoon?"

Asama saw the dark circles around Majima's eyes. His face seemed to be covered with a layer of smoky makeup in the style of Nana Komatsu. He looked listless, with a hint of sweetness in his sadness.

Jiandao shook his head, put on his apron naturally, and smiled.
"If you do something, you won't feel sleepy."

She followed Asama into the kitchen and saw Asama taking out 6 eggs from the refrigerator. She was surprised.
"Jingshui, what are you going to do with all these eggs?"

“Fried eggs.”

"Let me fry the eggs."

"It's not just any fried egg, it's a truffle fried egg, and the process is not complicated. If you're interested, I can teach you."

"Separate the egg whites from the yolks first, right?"

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"Ah."

The news on TV was boring, so Bochi kept his eyes on what was going on in the kitchen.

Seeing Asama beating egg whites, Pochi stretched his neck and shouted,

"A Shui! Remember to make me a runny egg~"

"Stupid, haven't you tried truffle fried eggs before? They are runny eggs anyway."

“Help me make it into a heart shape.”

"Give you the whole dog head."

"That's not bad~~~"

Of course he couldn't make a dog head, and he didn't have the time to prepare a mold like the Disney Mickey Mouse face boiled egg.

He thought for a moment and instructed Jiandao to make a heart-shaped black truffle omelette.

It is actually very easy to make a heart-shaped fried egg. Use your finger strength of 7 to press the round iron mold and you will get a heart-shaped mold.

Use a heart-shaped carrot to leave a heart-shaped hole in the egg white, then pour in the egg yolk, and a yellow heart will appear inside the white heart.

Finally, use the residual heat in the pan to heat the egg yolk until it is semi-solidified, rub some black truffle on it, and the fried egg is done.

With Asama's guidance, Jiandao made five portions in a row, each of which could be used as a menu diagram.

She was satisfied with her performance.

"Can you give me the one you demonstrated to me, Jingshui? I'll give you the latest one in exchange."

"Need not."

Asama ate his share in front of Jiandao.

Pochi jumped up from the sofa.

"Stinky Ah Shui stole the food! The governor is allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps, right?!"

As punishment for stealing food, Asana was watched by three girls and made 5 more fried eggs.

The music of soy milk being cooked sounded from the soy milk machine, and the news on TV turned into a morning drama.

Futami and Fuzugawa arrived late.

"Ah~ Hello~~~ I got lost for a while on the road of life~~~ Eh? Has everyone not had breakfast yet?"

"Don't you read the group messages?"

"Sorry, sorry, our cute little Masumi is so hungry that he's throwing a tantrum~"

"Don't make it sound like I have a bad temper."

"It's okay~ It's okay~"

Busui Kawai ran over to the sofa and hugged him, and the two of them started playing with each other over the pillow.

Futami, who happened to be wearing the same top as Asana, couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"Good morning, Shizumi-kun. Sorry, I overslept a little."

"It's normal to oversleep since you stay up so late these days. I'll start cooking noodles. Would Yue Hai like mild or medium spicy?"

"Just a little spicy is fine."

After Asama's taste training, except for Jiandao whose ability to eat spicy food needs to be improved, everyone else has evolved into [Japanese Pro. Spicy Food Eater Special Edition].

The six people ate breakfast while watching an inspirational morning drama called "Bukki Ukki" on TV.

Originally, Asana wanted to change the channel, but the principle of minority obeys majority made him give up the idea.

He is obviously the only owner, so who has the final say in this house?
Asama understood what it felt like to be executed by 360 votes in favor and 140 against - the pain came from something he firmly believed in, so it was not despair - but democracy must be ridiculous.

"The heroine of the morning drama is indeed the standard template for the energetic Japanese woman."

Jiandao put himself in her shoes and found that he could not say the words that the heroine of the TV series said at all.

Asama deeply agrees with this. Even if these heroines are suffering from terminal illnesses, have been abandoned, have just been in a car accident and are covered in blood, they will still continue to watch Japanese dramas with a smile on their face.

"[I want to use singing and dancing to make everyone smile], that sounds like something Riyo-chan would do~"

Boqiziliu took a mouthful of noodles and sighed at the TV series.

"Compared to Queen Buggy, I'm still far behind. Besides, the name Utahi is more suitable for our little Mai~"

"I agree! Mai-chan is much prettier than the heroine, so we might as well let Mai-chan play the role!"

"Oyster. I don't want to challenge a character like that who jumps and makes a lot of noise."

Futami nodded his head nonchalantly and listened to everyone's opinions.

Yitiao drank some soy milk and said,
“It’s true that the heroine lacks beauty, but the prototype of the character [Queen Boogie] herself is not someone who can be called a beauty, right?
I think the producers want everyone to feel the beauty of the heroine through her words, deeds, will and talent, rather than simply falling in love with her appearance.”

Asana nodded, as expected of him, he said the only meaningful words after Pochi opened his mouth.

"But, for a beautiful lady like Masumi, everyone still recognizes your music. In my eyes, talent and appearance are not mutually exclusive.
A truly good thing will not be ignored even if there are other blingbling things around it.

Casting ugly characters just proves that the people making these films have no confidence.”

Asama shook her head. As expected of Pochi, she had learned many skills in debate without any teacher.

He did not join in the debate, but silently put his feet out of Futami's reach.

It has been proven that when the Great Ming God wears black stockings, his desire to attack increases.

After breakfast, Asama and Pochi started packing.

Futami and Ichijo are going to see the exhibition later.

There will be performances at Fuzugawa and Majima in the afternoon.

But it did not affect their decision to accompany Asama to send Pochi off.

Although he doesn't seem to have a good relationship with Pochi, Fujiwara also appeared at the door of the apartment to formally see Pochi off.

Eight people walked side by side on the street, which made many people take a detour.

Asama, who was carrying the luggage, consciously stayed 5 meters behind the girls, unwilling to stay with them.

They were still discussing the love luck of the heroines in morning dramas. It seemed that most of the heroines had happy love lives, which seemed to confirm the survivor bias-style view that "girls who love to laugh will not have bad luck."

Busei made the suggestion with great interest.

"Well~~~ Let's run the Japanese drama together~~~"

Do I have to go see a psychiatrist?
As the only responder, Pochi ran to the front of the team and turned back to say,
"Okay~~~ Xiao Li Ze, if you can catch up with me, it's no problem for you to become a member of the Asama family~"

"Wait a minute, Pochi, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Shengzi's mother has already acknowledged us."

"Wait! The mother you are talking about, Katsuko, is it Asama Asama's mother?"

"The last person to arrive at the subway station please drink some water~"

A group of people followed Pochi and Fuzugawa, partying on the streets of Tokyo.

Meanwhile, Yue Hanchuan Mika was lying on the single bed, hugging the quilt tightly, thinking about yesterday's encounter and not wanting to wake up. (End of this chapter)