Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 141 138. Yinghe Sports Festival and Wingman at the Club

Do you want to take this step?

As long as you wear these shackles, you are qualified to step on that T stage.

The shackles smelled fishy, ​​but the catwalk was filled with flowers.

A voice teased, "Li, come up here. If you don't seize this opportunity, the door to the world you yearn for will be closed. You have to understand that without me, you are not even qualified to knock on it."

Staring at the shackles at my feet, they were the only ones connected to the T stage above.

So, if Rei Yamashita wants to become a model that attracts much attention, must she wear this?

perhaps.

Chasing your dreams, if the dream is noble enough, is worth all the sacrifices.A dream that you are not willing to sacrifice for is not worthy of being called a dream.

But what about peace?Why should he suffer this kind of harm?
Or, forget it. Rather than cheating or betraying, she would rather let him go sooner.

But another voice suddenly struck her heart, making her hair stand on end.

"are you a pig?"

The shadowy man jumped down from the high window, blocking her view of the gate to the new world.

He has a handsome face, a mysterious and unspeakable temperament, and a serious and terrifying courage.

But his contemptuous eyes were like sharp swords, as if they could pierce the soul, as if to say, you have stained my sight.

In front of her eyes, he stepped on the barbed shackles and smashed the door at the end of the catwalk, and the surrounding area fell into darkness.

There was a moment of silence as she felt him.

He was using the hand that had crushed the gang member to death, clasping his own throat. His sharp nails scratched his skin, and blood flowed through his neck.

She began to have trouble breathing. She wanted to see the door again.

He increased the strength in his hands and sneered, "If you want to sell the skin, I will do whatever you want and help you peel off the skin first."

Peeling - the skin is easily peeled off like a cell phone protective film.

Severe pain was transmitted from the skin nerves to the whole body, but the feeling of blood flowing downward made her even more terrified.

Yamashita Rei screamed miserably.

"Scared-scared-but fortunately, fortunately it was just a dream."

Yamashita Rei woke up from her dream, gasping for air as if escaping from suffocation. She was covered in cold sweat that made her pajamas no longer light. Her neck and arms were as wet as if they had been soaked in water.

I dreamed of him again, a man more terrifying than those blatant villains, like a nightmare.

She always dreams about her boyfriend's terrible friend, which is also the reason why she is so exhausted recently.

Yamashita Rei took off her pajamas, got out of bed barefoot, and turned on the lights in the bedroom, then the lights in the corridor, the living room, and the dining room.She turned on all the lights that could be turned on along the road. It seemed that the whole room was brightly lit to dispel the fear just now.

She took a glass of water and slowly drank half of it before she calmed down a little.

It's 1 o'clock in the middle of the night. I just had a nightmare and screamed, but it didn't disturb anyone.

She is the only one living in this home.In the past two years, my parents have become busier and busier, often traveling for several months at a time.

The empty room frightened her a little.

She returned to the bedroom, picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and did not call Dahui Heping, but saw his message.

"Rei, let's pick out new mats and toys for the kittens tomorrow."

Although her parents rarely go home, she is not allowed to raise kittens, so Dahui has always helped take care of the kittens.

Tomorrow, Sunday?

Today she missed work and was alone at home. She lay in bed without saying a word all day long. Her heart was completely blank at first, and then it was filled with black mud.She called that person twice, but she didn't answer, but she texted back "Let me think about it again."

What should I do?

Dahui Heping really thinks of himself as Doraemon.

I sent a message more than an hour ago, and now I have to ask my girlfriend to meet him. I really don’t panic when things happen. My father works overtime, right?

The message Asama sent at the kendo gym was relatively cryptic. He Dahui only revealed that his model girlfriend Rei Yamashita was encountering some difficulties at work.For the past information, I just sorted out the two modeling agencies that his girlfriend had worked for, as well as several modeling agencies that she was interested in.

As for the independent designer named Da Tian, ​​now is not the time to talk about it.

At 6:[-] pm, there were not many people in the school anymore, but when passing by the table tennis club, you could still hear the sound of practice.

It's like primary school students who don't want to go home after the sports meeting. These people are really hardworking.

Like the literary club building, there is also a small forest behind this building.

The chirping of cicadas comes and goes, like gurgling water, like bursts of pine waves, permeating every wall of the building and drowning the quiet air.

Horror movies like this kind of cicada sound very much. The more lively it is, the emptier it becomes.

Asama hung up the phone and opened the sliding door of the fight club, only to see Rei Yamashita sitting alone on the sofa in the lounge area like a female ghost in the empty unrestricted free fighting club.

"Yamashita-san, are you the only one? Where is Daikito?"

It took a long time for Yamashita Rei to react. She looked at herself as if she had seen a ghost. After a while, she replied,
"Ah! Well, Mr. Peace, he has left temporarily."

Her mental state looked very bad, like a bouquet that had been in the refrigerator for seven days, looking cold and haggard.

It was naturally Asama's idea to temporarily remove Daiki. It might be better for him not to know about the fact that his girlfriend is on the verge of unspoken rules until it is resolved.

Asama sat on the far left side of the sofa, keeping a distance of more than 1 meter from Rei Yamashita on the far right side.

The design of the sofa is very unique, with a combination of metal legs, fabric and leather elements.Asama knew that this was the Tape series sofa designed by Japanese genius designer Dai Sato for the Italian sofa brand Minotti.

There are really many Japanese designers in the fields of architecture, home furnishing, and fashion who have made it onto the international stage - Tadao Ando, ​​Yohji Yamamoto, Issey Miyake, and Kenya Hara, all of them are undisputed masters.

However, few Japanese actors and models make it out of Asia.Rei Yamashita, who dreams of appearing in an international fashion show, may not know that what is waiting for her to pay the price is most likely a blank check.

Seeing Yamashita Rei hanging her head and saying nothing, Asama took out her phone and looked at the time and said,
"Is that so? Then Yamashita-san, do you know what he wanted to talk to you about today?"

Yamashita Rei shook her head, looking at the listless Asama Shizui, they were completely different from the Asama Shizui she saw in Koto District.

The huge contrast made it difficult for her to connect the classmate in front of her with the shadow in her dream.

"I don't know."

"Dahui hasn't been able to sleep well for several days because of you."

"???"

"You have troubles recently that you can't talk to Dahui about, right?"

Yamashita Rei's expression became cold.
"If Mr. Asama is here to ask these questions for Mr. Hei, then I have nothing to say."

"Data, are you still in contact these days?"

The reader model's eyes widened instantly.

"Hello? Mai? What's wrong?"

The girl heard the call connected and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jingshui, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I just accidentally fell down. Has anyone posted the video of today's game online?"

"Yes. Jingshui, you are very handsome today. Whether it is marathon or football, you are even more shining than professional athletes."

"Have you finished your homework for today?"

"Well, it's done. I just found out today that surprisingly, it's not that Jingshui doesn't like exercise. I thought you were the kind of energy saver who doesn't even like to refuel."

"It's true that I don't like sports. However, when necessary, I will not destroy the overall atmosphere at will. If someone shows lack of motivation, the people around him will gradually lose motivation."

The girl was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, listening carefully to the boy on the other end of the phone.

It was the sound she had been thinking about all day.She was intoxicated by the familiar voice, and the breath made her feel numb from her ears to her heart.

"That's true. When I was in junior high school, there were many classmates in my class who said depressing words, hid in corners, neither cheered, cared, or encouraged the athletes, nor were willing to participate. I was thinking at the time, since there are no Go ahead, don’t participate in the sports meeting in the first place.”

"It's human nature to not be enthusiastic about things that don't interest you. Among those who are in the limelight during the sports festival, there will also be some who hide in the corner during the cultural season because they are afraid of losing face. The real problem is that regardless of exams or sports festivals People who have no sense of participation in cultural festivals and cultural festivals and complain on the sidelines.”

"So is Jing Shui being in the limelight today? I remember you said that you don't like being noticed."

Or is it because you just want to show off in front of Yue-chan?

"Don't worry about this, Mai. Try counting 10 artists in your mind.

"Look, there's basically nothing ugly about it.

“Let’s count 10 classmates who were good at sports in junior high school.

"I can only remember a few No.1s, right?

"Have you ever heard of [mean regression]? Everyone has his or her own mean, temporary lows, and temporary highs, which will eventually reach an average. This is why some artists are short-lived and some are everlasting. And I The mean is the degree of insignificance.”

The girl couldn't help laughing,
"Jing Shui can always make some sense out of nonsense."

"If it makes sense, it's not nonsense." "Still water."

"what happened?"

"Tomorrow it's dodgeball and horseback riding."

"Ah."

"Come on, and pay attention to safety."

"Yeah. By the way, Immortal Sichuan has joined the love counseling department. You saw it in the group, right?"

The girl forced a smile,
"Yes, a new campus idol suddenly appeared in the LINE group. Who is our minister, so charming?"

"Next Monday, our love counseling department will have its first official team building, no problem."

"It's whatever the minister says."

"Well, have a good rest and hang up."

"Ah."

Mai Shimajima jumped up from the bed and looked in the mirror to check the recovery of the skin under the gauze.

Are you going to face a new opponent like this again?
Jing Shui clearly looks like he is insulated from love, so why do so many girls like him?
Yes.

If there is a chance to get to know him a little, who can resist admiring him?
Asama Shizui has a completely unshakable stability. No matter what kind of Majima Mai he faces, he will not change his attitude.

He also has the warmth that he can definitely respond to.He is the kind of person who is willing to provide an umbrella for others on a sunny day.

That's not the arrogance of being a teacher, it's not the self-satisfaction of doing good people and good things, but it comes from his ability to unconsciously give people a sense of security.

After teasing today's starry sky, Mai Majima lay down on the bed again, raised her phone, and dragged the video progress bar back and forth.

In the school forum, I have watched Jingshui's two competitions and the scenes related to him almost 10 times.

During the penalty shootout, the moment Jing Shui fell down made her feel distressed for a while.

How many more campus moments do you have to miss with him?
It would be nice if there was another coronavirus outbreak.

It's best to come to your home on a still water Monday.This way, I don't have to go to school and can see him day and night.

No, not next Monday.

Mai Shimajima fell into self-loathing again.

"So, print models and fashion show models are not the same concept. It's like the difference between a sculptor and a painter.

"The fashion world is harsh on East Asians. Mizuhara Kiko's failure in Europe was not just because of her height. But there is no problem with those blond models with sweet looks, such as Angela Lindavall.

"Oriental models must have a sense of distance. Yamashita-san, your appearance and temperament lack a sense of distance. You don't have oriental phoenix eyes, high cheekbones, easy-to-remember moles, and a nose like a man's.

"Japan has only produced one Tominaga Ai. On the one hand, East Asians lack the ultimate three-dimensional and symmetrical facial features. They also have inherent disadvantages in body proportions and leg length.

“Because the West has the right to speak about fashion aesthetics.

"The hero of a Taiga drama can't be blond and blue-eyed, right? Wouldn't it be weird if the one who speaks rakugo is a black guy?

“Not only does cultural hegemony lead to cultural discrimination, but cultural inertia also creates exclusion.”

Asama bypassed the embarrassing topics for Yamashita and analyzed her dream of "wanting to attend fashion week and become a fashion model".

Of course, Rei Yamashita knew Mizuhara Kiko and Tominaga Ai. Mizuhara Kiko was also the one who exposed the epidemic of Japanese pillow business in previous years.

"It's precisely because no one can achieve it that this dream is worth pursuing, isn't it?"

"Yes, indeed. Yamashita-san, I have not denied the dream you are pursuing. But, is your real motivation just to do what ordinary people cannot do? Or is there some more important reason that you haven't said out loud?"

"."

Asama's face became serious,

"Yamashita Rei-san, you don't want Dahui to know that you are looking for trouble with Dahui, right?"

Yamashita Rei's breath stopped and she was silent for a moment before murmuring,
"Because this is my mother's dream. She gave up because of my birth. It is an unfinished dream."

For the family?
Asama looked at the girl again,

"Is your mother also a model?"

Yamashita Rei nodded.

"Does she know you are working as a graphic model?"

"Maybe I know, maybe I don't know. I didn't tell her, and she didn't take the initiative to ask me."

"Is she a graphic model?"

"Swimsuit model."

It seems that Yamashita's mother really can't give her child any help.

Asama clicked on the black leather armrest of the TAPE sofa and said,

“It’s not impossible to appear in Fashion Week.”

It was the first time that Rei Yamashita told a boy about her original intention of becoming a model. She looked at Asama with complicated emotions and said,
"Don't ever say that if you become an idol or an actor first, there will be more business there."

"No, just be a model."

"There is no hope if you continue to be this kind of reader model."

"But Ota is not the best choice. Although his work last year was featured in Kansai Fashion Week, he is useless. His work is actually copying Sun Dawei, whether it is silhouette or tailoring, but those people did not understand it. Just looking at it, Da Tian is just a tailor who can copy homework and change colors."

"But he is the only designer brand I know."

Asama suddenly asked,

"Do you think models must keep a straight face on the catwalk?"

"This is already an unwritten rule."

"Do you think fashion models must be very tall?"

"Are you talking about Aoki Daiwen?"

In the eyes of Rei Yamashita, this dwarf model used by Galeries Lafayette is an alien. With Japanese ancestry, baby face, and baby fat, perhaps Westerners regard Easterners as aliens.

"It's not that counter-intuitive knowledge doesn't exist. The height, facial features, and temperament are all inconsistent. The only thing we can do to overtake others is attitude - redefine it. If this is the logic, maybe you can be discovered by other independent designers."

Asama thought for a while, took out his notebook, and wrote down more than 20 ideas, sorting them out into a framework plan.Yes, it’s still the way of Internet hype.

Asama also found out the inspiring case of Lu Xianren, who went from the countryside of Guangxi, China to Paris Fashion Week, and shared it with Rei Yamashita.

Reader model Rei Yamashita seems to have light again in her eyes.

"Asama-kun, why do you know so much?"

"You want to say that I should be completely insulated from fashion, right?"

"That's not what I meant. Thank you, thank you very much."

"Thank you Dahui. Also, block Daejeon, so hurry up."

"Um"

He watched the girl take out her mobile phone and operate it hurriedly. It took her a long time to delete that person's contact information.

Then there is LINE, and accounts to follow on social media.Asama discovered that it seemed that Ota was not the only person she deleted.

Watching her delete them one by one, she suddenly paused.

Looking at this girl who suddenly broke down emotionally, covering her face and crying.Asama felt that it was not impossible for her to become an actress, at least she would not need eye drops for crying scenes.

It's almost done. The mistress has been solved and the teacher can return to the court.

Pack your things and put on your backpack.

"Classmate Shanshan, have you heard this sentence? [As long as a person knows where he is going, the whole world will make way for him.] If you have a dream worth persisting, just persist in it. I believe Dahui will support you. . Please remember that your boyfriend is not only reliable, he also has a group of reliable friends."

Asama walked out of the fight club and closed the door. He just sent a message to Dahui, but he didn't expect this guy to be standing next to him.
The door was closed and opened again.

Standing by the sofa, Yamashita Rei, still crying with her face covered, raised her head, her big hands already touching her cheeks, gently wiping her tears.

"You didn't leave?"

Dahui smiled and pulled on his T-shirt, indicating that the clothes could be twisted into water.

"I just came back. How was your communication with O. Asama-san?"

"Thank you, peace."

The girl hugged the wet boy tightly.

Outside the club building, everything is turning golden.

Under the setting sun, Asama walked out of the school gate alone, carrying his bag.

(End of this chapter)