Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 167 164. Yinghe Sports Festival and Hugs and Gifts
Asama resisted the urge to look at Futami's neck, which looked like a ballet dancer's, and the scenery under her nightgown.

He forcibly moved his gaze away from the beautiful face of the Great Ming Shen, looking at nouns such as "being", "sinking", "determination", "worry", "fear", "conscience", "utility", "desolation" etc. Notes explaining one of them with a deadpan expression.

"It seems that you have a good understanding of Heidegger. This example can just explain the word [Dasein]. Glasses are the thing closest to me physically. When I look at you through the glasses, I feel For me, the physical distance between you and me is farther than the glasses and me. But at this time, I only noticed the squatting figure, but not the black frame of the glasses under my eyelids, so in my perception , you are the one closest to me, and the glasses are automatically ignored.

The objective existence in terms of perception [glasses], the real existence in terms of cognition [Futami Tsukiumi], and the [I] who are perceiving and cognizing, I think they are all the category of [Dasein], and they are all [at this time] Beings at this moment], but in Heidegger's description, most of the "beings" are me who are perceiving and cognizing, or worrying about. Only through "beings" can we infer "existence". "

As a philosopher who originated a whole set of philosophical jargon, Heidegger's works are far more obscure than those of previous Western classical philosophy that had continuity.

When Asama Shisui's thoughts fell into Heidegger's language maze, Wittgenstein-level perceptual problems were easily solved.

In Futami's eyes, Asama showed no guilt or shyness about her love words, only a look of being troubled.

Recalling that in the love counseling department a few days ago, when Asama was worried about his relationship, he said in his heart that he would never bother him like that again.

But within a few days, Futami Tsukiumi still became a bad woman who kidnapped Shizui-kun with friendship.

But clearly at night, at home, she seemed to smell the summer sunshine on Asama Shizumi's shirt.

It's all Jingshui-kun's fault. I couldn't even put up a tiny bit of resistance against him everywhere.

"Yuehai, don't you take notes?"

"Jingshui-kun, didn't you even mind that I violated the three chapters of the contract just now?"

The so-called three chapters of the agreement were proposed during the lunch break on the first day of the sports festival after the second meeting and the third confession——

Keep the words and deeds of friends; tolerate each other's independent spiritual space; consider the relationship between the two after graduating from high school.

Futami saw Asama summarizing these three messages and sending them to her. She just smiled and made an agreement to "never hurt each other", but did not respond to these three requests.

At this moment, Asama understood that studying Heidegger together was just an excuse for the second meeting.

I wanted to say - wasting time is your freedom.

But after all, Futami Tsukiumi is not a useless Bochi, and he still owes her an unknown amount of debt, so Asama changed his mind,
"That was just my request, and you didn't agree. Of course, if you have a conscience, it's not too late to agree to it now."

The worst response didn't come. After hearing Asama's stance, Futashi felt relieved again.

"Jingshui-kun, you actually know which sentence I really want to agree to."

will you marry me?This kind of sentence is right.

Asama looked at Futami's flower-like smile and instantly understood what she meant, but when she needed to understand something, she had to pretend not to understand.

"No, I don't know. It's getting late. Let's sort out all these issues first."

"Ah."

Futami sat next to Asama on the sofa and on the carpet. The coffee table was covered with notes written by Asama.

Asama moved his buttocks, keeping at least two punches away from Futami, and Futami immediately followed suit until Asama moved to the edge of the carpet, unable to bear it, giving Futami a headache.

Futami Tsukiumi covered her forehead and pouted, but in her heart she regarded these interactions as a little game between lovers.

Even though Asama was a twilight summer for Futami, the objective time had still moved to 11 o'clock.

Asama also felt sorry.

The learning efficiency with Futami was so high that even after reading "Existence and Time" for several days without understanding it, Asama already had the confidence to write one or two papers on analytical philosophy.At the same time, while Futami was doing the exercises, he answered several study questions sent by Shimajima.

【Ding】

[Acquire skills, logical thinking lv.1]

An expected harvest.

Asama himself doesn't know why Futami can give back the effect of the [Love Guidance] skill in reverse, and from time to time equip himself with skills that he can't even afford in the system.

There is no actual verification of [existence], but understanding of divine grace from the aspect of [being].

I can only use the Heideggerian logic I just learned to explain the matter of "Fujimi Daimyojin is the god who walks the earth and spreads miracles".

How about assigning a few test papers as a tribute to repay God’s favor?
Futami Tsukiumi became depressed again.

Of course he knew the reasons, the reason why Er Jian was no longer cold, the reason why Er Jian's mood fluctuated like the moon pulling the tides of the ocean, the reason why she was happy, the reason why she was serious, the reason why she was sad, he knew them all.

Because his emotions will be infiltrated by Ermei Daimingshen from time to time.

The relationship between the two is like a fruitless teacher-student love.

Asama felt that it was a waste of her youth to have too much affection poured into her, who was kind and independent.

But he couldn't bear to cut off her dependence on him, because he already owed her too much.

He also wanted to help or compensate Futami Tsukiumi in other ways.

For example, when her father's foreign trade company went bankrupt and reorganized, he asked the rich man Togami Haruma and the small boss Mitsuki Komaba to come in and make up the final debt gap of 20 billion yen.

Togami is worthy of being a top chaebol. As for the Futami family's foreign trade company, after they took the initiative, they used the Togami family's signature to successfully divest loss-making assets, recover receivables and bad debts, and adjust the company's shareholders' equity to obtain cash. The flow directly allowed the company to reorganize smoothly and come back to life.

The original company boss Futami Yuichi, who received 3 million in exit fees, is not a loser. At least he no longer has to bear the debt that may have dragged him down.

On the other hand, try your best to help Er Jian in your studies and life.If she joins the love counseling department and is really interested in semiotics, he will become her lifelong research partner; if she likes rock music, if she stays happily in Fusukawa's band, he will help her with her career. There will also be some direction.

At the same time, he is constantly introducing high-quality friends to Futami, allowing her to gain strength through other people.

But these seem to be scratching the surface.

Futami Tsukiumi doesn't care about wealth, and is not enthusiastic about learning and hobbies. Getting along with friends has just begun.

Not as a lover, but as a friend, there was really too little that I could give her.

Asama sighed, stood up a little dejectedly, and helped Futami pack her things.

"Jingshui-kun, your glasses are a little dirty. Let me clean them for you."

Futami Tsukiumi patted Asama's arm, holding a silk handkerchief in one hand and pointing to Asama's lenses with the other.

Seeing Futami indicating that she should be lowered, Asama shortened her body.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden warmth in front of him, and a soft touch enveloped his front.

was hugged.

A much more affectionate hug than the one on the cruise ship, a hug that seemed to contain a thousand romantic or loving songs.

As if to accept everything about him, the warm fragrance of soft jade fills the five senses.

Futami, who was obviously depressed just now, was whispering into Asama's ear with an extremely soft and warm sweet voice.

"Jingshui-kun, if you feel pressured, you can be as coquettish as you like to me."

The girl hugged Asama and tightened her naked and white arms.

If you smile and say, OK, Mom.This kind of little joke might be able to break the charming atmosphere.

However, Asama chose to refuse directly after letting the hug last for more than ten seconds.

".Be sure not to do this again in the future."

He raised his head, held Futami's soft and boneless shoulders with both hands, took two steps back, and told her in a slightly serious tone.

I wanted to remind Futami Daimyojin, who was like a moth to a flame, to pay more attention to himself, and that's why he adopted such an attitude.

On the one hand, it was distressing that she repeatedly crossed the line, but on the other hand, I felt ashamed.

Shameful for this unconscious practice of wanting physical repayment, fulfilling her desires, and offsetting the guilt of constantly taking advantage of her.

Obviously knowing that this kind of thinking of oneself and one's own affairs is like putting out firewood. The fire will never be extinguished if the firewood is not exhausted.

The second time I saw the gentle voice came again,

"Looking at Jingshui-kun's disappointed look just now, isn't it okay to give a comforting hug between friends? You can do the same to me too~"

"It's still not necessary."

Looking at Asama's regretful expression, he saw a new side of Shizui-kun.

Today I saw his memories, pain, weakness, regret and other aspects. Does it mean that he has opened up more to himself?

Or could it be said that Mr. Jingshui only showed his truest side to himself?

Erjian laughed.

"Jingshui-kun, didn't Maugham say that? [Sometimes a person cannot do what he thinks is right and at the same time ensure that he will not make other people unhappy.]

If I feel that Mr. Jingshui needs my hug, I will give you a hug. Even if you refuse and say you are unhappy, I will definitely give you comfort. "

Facing Asama's familiar coldness, Futami continued to smile indifferently, as if the coldness was the cool breeze blowing from the hot summer seaside.

"No matter what difficulties you encounter, I will always stand by Jingshui-kun. Even if we are hated by people all over the world."

Asama's facial management skills are still struggling.

Looking into Erjian's eyes full of stars, he looked away in a panic like a fugitive from a meteorite, and unconsciously saw a touch of whiteness on her chest.

Too low, too high.The sensibility that had been suppressed by philosophy before was now like an awakening volcano, and the suppressed emotions were ready to stir.

If rationality does not apply the brakes in time, the brake valve may fail.

If the second sight of the Great Mingshen hits the earth head-on again, perhaps the only way to calm down is to jump off a building.

The floor of Futami's house is not bad. As long as the landing angle is adjusted, I can live quietly in the courtyard for a month or two.

What are you thinking!

Asama took off the intellectual tools, and his fatigue was fully revealed like a coin flipping over. He tried to let fatigue suppress his sensibility.

However, the noisy heartbeat due to various reasons has made me feel dizzy.

"Yuehai, after all, I am also a man, so it is better to be a little defensive. Dedicating yourself to a man who has no sense of responsibility can only impress yourself, and the bystanders will laugh out loud."

Hearing Asama seem to be criticizing everyone in one sentence, Futami Tsukiumi felt relieved. It would be nice to have such a response.

"Jingshui-kun, you should know that I would never do this to anyone but you. If it were you, I would be willing to give everything."

Asama closed her eyes to avoid looking at Futami.

".It's not fair."

"Here we go again, this isn't a deal."

"But mutual respect is the bottom line."

"But, I like you, unstoppable. That's enough."

Futami Tsukiumi, like the king of the land of girls, stared at Asama Shizuka.

Asama sat down on the sofa, wondering if he had unknowingly saved the earth once in his useless life.

"Just as I can't stop you, because I want to understand you. So, please understand me a little more, otherwise, I can only escape."

Futami also sat down, keeping half a meter away from Asama, and asked,

"Is it that reason again - no [possibility]?"

Asama nodded, then shook his head,
"When I used to watch Western movies, I always wondered why Westerners were so debauched and abnormal. They would always intersperse some embarrassing and uncomfortable kissing and sex scenes into plots where emotions can be expressed with eyes and words. . It seems that love that they don’t understand can only be expressed through things like desire. But when I saw that everyone around me was watching it with gusto, I realized that I was the one who had the problem."

It turns out that Mr. Jingshui just has mental mysophobia?This is not a problem!

Futami's body began to lean towards Asama.

"Didn't you say today, [allow everything to happen]? Jingshui-kun."

"Before, I was narrating, but now I am facing the facts. I believe narratives can guide the direction of life, but it is the facts that determine my choices."

Jingshui-kun is talking nonsense again.

Futami moved her legs closer to Asama.

"Jingshui-kun, what do you think is wrong with you?"

"At first I thought it was because the emotional process in the movie was too fast and there was no foreshadowing, so I couldn't accept it. But later I discovered that it was actually because I didn't agree with love. What I saw and what I grasped was narrative. , whitewashed, twisted love. Love at first sight is just lust, and love over time is just a compromise for sunk costs and no longer internal friction.

Love is so short, flowers will not bloom instantly, and humans will not let withered flowers stay in the vase forever.What everyone pursues obviously needs to be cultivated, but they enjoy the fruits of it. It is obviously short-lived, but they hope to be eternal. "

"I think there is nothing wrong with Jingshui-kun's idea. However, what is true love? Shouldn't it be like delicious food? Only after you taste it yourself can you be qualified to evaluate it?"

Futami got closer to Asama,
"How about, Shizui-kun, try to have an experimental relationship with me. Just like Amazaki, it's an unknown relationship that won't bring you too much trouble."

"Don't think of yourself as a guinea pig. Just like everyone knows to stay away from drugs, now that I've seen the harm it does to others, I know it's not good even if I don't try it."

Futami once again narrowed the distance between him and Qianma,

"Then what if it is a [lover] on the surface but a [friend] in reality? If there is no actual love, then there is no difference between not being in love, right?"

Asama was silent for a moment. Futami didn't have to give in like this. It was him who had humbled the great god.

The feeling of guilt came over me again.

"Thank you, Yuehai. Let's just be friends who are the same on the outside, okay?"

With the continuous attack, Erjian thought that Jingshui-kun had opened his heart to him, but he didn't expect that things were back to the original point.

I feel like Jingshui-kun, it’s not that he can’t fall in love, it’s that he doesn’t want to fall in love.

Qualifications are too subjective.

But it doesn’t matter, the door has been locked through mobile phone control. We must make a breakthrough today, otherwise Mr. Jingshui will not be able to go home!
"If you are a friend who can always make me rely on you so much, and can make me rely on you, and we support each other and rely on you-this kind of relationship, I have no objection."

Futami deliberately spoke in Asama's ear with a slightly charming low voice. Her eyes were so bright that it was breathtaking, and her posture changed to kneeling on the sofa, supporting her bent body with one hand. One hand reached out and gently touched Asama's cheek.

If Futami was Bochi, Asama would have thrown her away with a shoulder throw.

But she is the second sight of the Great Mingshen.

Asama leaned back and gently patted Futami's hand away with his hand. The moment the two looked at each other, they kept the same finger gestures of Adam and God in Michelangelo's mural "Genesis".

"Don't push yourself too far, Yue Hai."

"Jingshui-kun is really not considerate at all."

The Great Ming Shen finally began to lose heart.

Looking at the coffee table that had been arranged, and the kitchen being tidied up when Futami took a bath, Asama stood up again.

"It's okay, I'm leaving. See you tomorrow, Yue Hai."

"Wait a minute, Shizui-kun, I have something to give you."

".All right."

Futami took out the gift that took two nights to make from her room.

Asama looked at a small gift bag the size of a coffee cup, which contained a pair of black and gray socks.

"Didn't Shizui-kun say that he wanted a pair of wool socks? I think it's still a long time before Christmas, so I want Shizui-kun to put them on early, so these wool socks are ultra-thin ones with silver ion fiber added."

The weaving density of hand-woven products is smaller than that of industrial products, but every stitch and stitch is made with care.

Obviously, the wool socks mentioned on Thursday were received on Saturday. Futami must have stayed up late in the past two days for these socks.

So, that day during the tug of war, I fell backward at the second sight. Was it because of lack of sleep that I was a little exhausted?

An unprecedented warmth flowed into Asama's chest, followed by an even stronger sense of guilt.

"Thank you, Yuehai. This is the best gift I have received this year.

But no more late nights.The body is much more important than socks. "

I saw Asama's new look again, a gentle smile that was completely different from the business smile in the love consultation department, and the polite smile when dealing with Boss Qin and the others.

Futami discovered for the first time that Asama's smile actually had a kind of sentimentality.

The pain that had not occurred even after being rejected for the fourth time came from Futami's heart.

"But Jingshui-kun, your unburdened smile is more important to me than my body."

It clearly bears the weight of an entire planet of about 7350 billion tons.
It's really embarrassing to have a girl guarding your smile and all that.

Asama carefully held the small gift bag to her chest.

"Then don't stay up late from now on. If you want me to laugh, I'll give you a smile."

"That's not okay, that's not fair."

Futami used Asama's reason for rejecting her twice and responded to Asama with a smile.

"Then I'll give you a few more smiles."

"It's not impossible, but don't laugh in front of other girls."

"Then you'd better try not to make me laugh."

Futami's smiling eyes met Asama's no longer blank gaze.

"No matter what, I will always like Jingshui-kun."

"Ah, please like me as a friend, or worst of all, like a god who loves his people. Please, Yue Hai-san."

The boy who didn't know that he had saved the girl's life and the girl who didn't know that he kept blessing the boy looked at each other and smiled.

Once you open your hand or tighten your grip on something like water, you can no longer hold it.

Once you choose to lower your head and close your eyes, you can never see something like the moon again.

At this moment, they truly acquiesced to each other, and the distance between them belonged to them.

(End of this chapter)