Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 116 113. The Confrontation of the Two Kings and the Troubles of the Fourth Palace

Just when Asama was being chased and made fun of by Undead Kawa on the way back to the classroom,

In the music classroom that has become empty, there are still two people who have not left.

Yoshihiko Arima and Chiyo Konoe - Queen and Prince of Eiwa,
The two characters, whose grades, appearance, and popularity are all at the top of Yinghe's first grade, looked at each other again.

On weekdays, Arima doesn't like to smile much, and Konoe is also facially paralyzed. The expressions between the two of them can reveal very limited information.

Therefore, in Yinghe College, those who feel that there is infinite ambiguity between them actually have very good imaginations.

Yoshihiko Arima stuffed the harmonica wrapped in a handkerchief into his pocket, and walked two steps towards the door of the music classroom.

As the distance between the two narrowed, Arima's gaze angle at Konoe also changed from a flat direct gaze to a steep downward gaze.

"Student Konoe, unfortunately, the outcome of the team competition is also the outcome. The bet between us has returned to the starting line."

Konoe chuckled disdainfully, she didn't look away from Arima, she was clearly looking up, but she looked down with contempt.

This kind of look, but in Yinghe College, many people think it is not an insult, but a reward.

Of course, Arima Yoshihiko didn't have this special habit.

Ying and the queen replied unhurriedly,

"It is indeed a performance that can be heard, but the harmonica is lackluster."

"Some people tend to overlook the importance of integration. Playing an instrument over other instruments is the destruction of the melody, and failure is a matter of course."

When Arima satirized the Guards performing Mozart's Concerto in C Major, her oboe completely suppressed the violins, cellos and horns of the other three.Although Arima didn't know it, this Concerto in C major was the only oboe-based concerto composed by Mozart, and the oboe performance should be prominent.

Konoe did not refute Arima's misconception, but looked at Arima with a more contemptuous smile and said,

"People who are immersed in ignorance will be awakened by reality sooner or later. If you want to preach, you should learn from your father who loves to talk about the truth, Arima-kun."

"???"

Yoshihiko Arima was at a loss for a moment. Did a person like Konoe Chiyo with his eyes above the top even have information about Mr. Teruya?
"He has always been a role model for me to follow."

Seeing Arima's unnatural expression, Konoe frowned in his heart, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and asked,
"Student Arima, since you said that today is a collective victory, should the fruits of the collective victory be distributed equally or according to work?"

"The fruits of collective victory belong to the collective, and there is no logic of distribution. No individual has the right to actively divide it. No one will divide the Hercules Cup into a dozen parts and distribute them to the champion players. Stop playing these word games, guard classmate."

"Compared to me, Arima-san is more fond of word games these days. Sure enough, is it true that those who are close to ink are black?"

"???...I don't know what you are referring to, Konoe-kun. But I also need to remind you here that among the 1 president and 6 vice-presidents of the student union, I already have 4 votes. You will no longer be allowed to do whatever you want. Yinghe Academy will not force people to obey the collective, but it will not encourage differentiated discrimination."

Konoe Chiyo stared at Arima Yoshihiko for a few more seconds, and from his disgusting justice envoy's face, he could vaguely see a shadow of white Asama still water.

Perhaps the situation got out of control as early as Shizumi Asama's contact with Yoshihiko Arima.

The wild dogs in the Adachi District are really arrogant and overwhelmed.

Can the advantage of one vote be called an advantage?Konoe knew early on the breaking point of the group Arima was fighting for.

拿下那个点，3:4就会变成4:3不，她会拿到5:2。

The rules of the cultural festival game will still be under my control.

Once in the rain, she made a promise with Arima Yoshihiko - whoever wins 10 times in the public competition first (must be the first in the game), the loser will unconditionally obey a request of the winner.

Tennis once, cruise ship three times, Konoe Chiyo has accumulated 4 victories.

There are three monthly tests in the horse and one in the music classroom, which is exactly 4 times.

The things in front of her are not troublesome, and her eyes are always focused on the next victory.

Training dogs with eagles is fun, what do you think?
Shallow still water.

Konoe Chiyo showed a generous smile,

"One last kind reminder, Arima-kun. You have been used by Katsura Kyouhei. He will not give you any value, he will only consume you. The way he uses you is contrary to what you are pursuing. A person cannot make the best of everything. An organization that only uses and utilizes the talents of its people cannot create [Excellence]. But, it doesn’t matter, just wait for me to defeat you.”

Arima didn't answer, and watched Ying and Queen walk out of the music classroom quietly. Emiya, who was guarding the door, bowed politely to him, and followed Konoe away.

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After returning to the classroom and cleaning up her things, Asama walked to the love counseling department for the third time.

Futami went to see Ichijo Masumi to exchange feelings, and Fusukawa also went to the modern art department.

In the state of a free person, Asama couldn't help stretching her waist, and felt a pain, her posture was wrong, and she almost slipped her waist.

So, when will the HP of this empty body be restored to full?

A gust of wind blew up Asama's hair, which had not been trimmed for a long time.

It's windy.

Asama observed the swaying range of the leafy trees,

It’s a style suitable for flipping through books.

Asama decided to sit for a while in the atrium between the teaching building and the literary club building.

After staying in the air-conditioned room for a long time, even the bones of the joints are chilly.In the shade of the trees, let the body feel the summer temperature, and have a comfortable feeling of eliminating the freezing value by the bonfire in Longji Snow Mountain.

【Drip】

Received a message on the phone:
"Asama, Asama~~~Aloha~ Let me ask you a question, some love is like chewing gum that has been stepped on by sneakers on the ground, and it has left, but you can't shake it off, what can you do?

Sender: Ai Fujiwara (dog thing)"

“Here’s the trick to removing chewing gum – freeze it to remove the stickiness, soak it in alcohol, dry it and score it with a knife.”

After taking 6 seconds to give the answer, Asama turned off the screen of her phone and put it in her pocket.

After admiring the colorful light spots under the shade of the tree, Asama took out Piketty's "Capital in the 21st Century" from his schoolbag.The 700-page academic tome, which he once skimmed through, topped Amazon's book sales list as a bestseller the year before last.This is a kind of irony for those popular novels created to cater to the market.

This book reveals a truth—no matter how talented the person is, whether he is a technology hero or a business giant, the money they earn from their talents may only be one percent of the wealth they earn from rolling capital.

The truth of the world is that the rate of return on global capital is always greater than the growth rate of the global economy.

People who do not produce earn more wealth created by laborers, and this non-productive class is solidifying, which creates a new capitalism-[hereditary capitalism].The rulers of the world are the interest groups that monopolize the market behind these [hereditary capitalism].

Therefore, "I am born to be useful, and I will come back after all my money is gone" is a false proposition in this world.Talent is just a stepping stone for capital, and those rich people who own capital are playing the role of emperors who selected talents in the past.

All the poor are dreaming - to learn the dragon slaying skills and sell them to capitalists.Even if these people favored by capital are not really talented people who contribute to society.

So, the world is flat.French economists have deeply hurt Americans, and the whole world is also experiencing this pain.

What can I do?In the capital world where money makes money, in a peaceful stock environment, the exploitation of working people around the world will only be maximized.

Of course, the author also gives a solution in the book - an open and transparent global progressive income tax and capital tax.

But Asama thinks this is more illusory than global domination.The author even imagined that Chinese billionaires could transfer their wealth to other countries more freely?

Asama closed the book.

It's the same everywhere.The aristocrats headed by the Wushe family are [hereditary capitalism], and the emerging chaebol families like the Jushen family who challenge the Wushe family will only be [hereditary capitalism] in another 10 years.Just like the change of feudal dynasties, only the people who sit in the manor have changed, and the people are still hard to be liberated.

On the one hand, Asama aspires to become an unknown, red shadow power person lurking in the capitalist world; Narrative propositions express vigilance.

Putting the book into the schoolbag, Asama patted himself on the head three times. For mediocre people, the more books they read, the more confused they will become.

Almost a teacher who slapped himself on the head three times.

The current Qianjian still water cannot support the ambition that is as weak as a firefly.

Shizumi Asama's only gain from reading "Capital in the 21st Century" again-the desire to make money has risen again.

So vulgar!

Asama criticizes herself objectively.

The summer solstice has passed, and in the afternoon at the end of June in Tokyo, the wind sings and the cicadas sing.

The sound of the piano on the fourth floor came from above, playing Brahms' "Hungarian Dance" No. [-].

The spirituality of the girls flowed into Asama's ears.

The gorgeous notes, jumping rhythm, and light melody are full of vitality that belongs to summer.

He can assure you that there are absolutely no less than 20 people in the entire literary club building who close their eyes and enjoy the gift of music like him.

After staying in the atrium seat for another 5 minutes, Asama began to sweat a little.

The message from Sigong just arrived.

The client is here, go up.

"Teacher, excuse me."

Yukina Shinomiya, dressed as a hot girl, sat in front of Asama respectfully.

The girl's blond hair was dyed in gradient colors and tied into a pair of balls.

"Is Erjian-san not here?"

"Well, she has her business."

There were endless piano sounds from the four-hand piano department, and they chose a piece they had never heard before.

Asama looked at Shinomiya Yukina, who had a distressed expression, and asked in a low voice,

"You said that there are two very troublesome issues that need to be discussed in person, and now you can talk about it."

"Um, Teacher, I seem to be liked by a girl."

"Well, do you like her?"

"It's not annoying, right? Wait! Teacher, your reaction is too cold, isn't it? Don't you think it's strange?"

Asama poured her a cup of tea and replied calmly,
"Spicy Lily is not uncommon. Seriously, are you entangled by her?"

Shinomiya pinched the ball on his head in annoyance, and said,

"It's not that I'm entangled, it's that the time we spend together these days is too long, including private time such as tweeting and TIKTOK. But it's hard to refuse, so is the ball head pierced for me at noon"

"Isn't this just being entangled? There is also a distance between friends. It is not a bad thing to explain your boundaries to her earlier."

"She hurt her hand to make lunch for me; she spat late at night with those internet lunatics for me; she praised me every day for being cute and told me new jokes she heard; she also showed me her otaku to COS The secret. I think she's a good person."

"It means that you are afraid that if you say [keep a little distance], it will make her sad, right?"

"Um"

"Is she cute?"

"Very cute! No, big teacher, I am very troubled by this now!"

"How are you sure that her liking for you is not that of a friend?"

"Big teacher, didn't you say that in the circle of hot girls, if you get in touch with girls who can only agree, the corresponding social pressure will be much less? I think that although she is also a member of the group, she is always in the corner, so I took 2 with her. The next time, she ended up being entangled. I heard from other people later that she never had a boyfriend, most likely because she likes girls."

"Sigong, you have two problems in your speech just now. Get in touch with people with low social status more, not alone, but become a person with the same function as her in a group. You are already very beautiful, if you are willing to be a green leaf, The social pressure will be taken on by other hardcore hot girls. But if you stay where you are and go to that person alone, you will become the redeemer who brings her up. Now. You guys are starting to be alienated from the group, and she takes a lot of pressure for you Right."

Shinomiya stared wide-eyed, looking at Asama of the Unknown Prophet,
"Yes. What the big teacher said, it really happened like this."

"Your second question, don't rely on hearsay. If you want to confirm your friend's information, confirm it with her personally."

"Um"

"So, it's nice to be friends with her, right?"

"Um"

Asama thought about the information just now.

"Sigong, you don't mind providing me with all her information."

"If it's a great teacher, it's fine."

Shinomiya spent 15 minutes giving Asama as much information about the girl as possible.

Pretty, black babes, fairly gregarious, not assertive, used to fight a lot, otaku-loving, clingy, clumsy and hardworking.
"Sigong, have you followed her social account?"

"Ah."

"Turn it over for me."

There are no popular Twitter and TIKTOK, and there is no otaku-like content in it.

It was concluded that the black hottie had followed Shinomiya's transformation process before she officially became friends with him.

Inspired?Still jealous?

Asama tapped on the table, thought for a minute, circled the word [Otaku] in the notebook, and wrote down the word [Courage].

"Sigong, if you don't mind, change the content of your social account to that of two people."

"what???"

"I'm not sure what this person's motivations were, but if the public were to be the watchdog, I feel like the worst of it would have been avoided."

"But... Sure enough, let's make it clear."

"It's good to understand. I'll draw up some two-person content for you. After you finish it together, you can tell her all your thoughts."

"Understood, thank you, Teacher."

Five minutes later, Asama gave the corresponding content plan to Sigong, and Sigong looked at Asama suddenly after reading the content.

"Master, this"

"Normal operation."

Shinomiya nodded, folded the planning book and put it inside the schoolbag, then took out the envelope from the schoolbag and handed it over.

Asama waved his hand and said,
"Let's talk about the second thing."

Shinomiya lowered his head and muttered a series of incoherent words.

Asama tapped the table with her fingers, looked at the top of the girl's head, and asked,

"You mean, you met someone you like, but you dare not confess your love to him?"

Shinomiya nodded.

"What kind of person is he?"

Shinomiya shook her head, and continued to show Asama her two balls and the top of her head.

Feeling the abnormality of the fourth house, Asama tapped his temple with his right index finger and asked,
"Cheerful, funny, and confident?"

Shinomiya shook her head again.

"Our school?"

Shinomiya nodded.

"Stop wasting time and say his name."

"that."

Shinomiya stood up suddenly, stared at Asama and said four words——

"Shallow still water!"

　Thanks to [Yin Wu Zuo Xi] boss for the reward.

　　thanks for your support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)