Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 183 180. Collision Chat Story Meeting

"Ah Shui, Ah Shui, wake up and take a shower! Ah Shui, everyone has washed up, I just need you."

Pochi used an excuse that sounded good.

Squatting beside the sofa, he gently patted Asama's face with his small hands.

"Shizui-kun looks really tired."

"Well, he slept like a dead man, and his expression was as stiff as usual."

"Are you stuck in your throat by an apple? Maybe if you have a kiss, Robert-kun will restart~"

"Really? Let me try first~"

Pochi's attempt to fish in troubled waters was blocked by a wall built by four hands.

"Sister Boqi, don't take it seriously."

"Then stop saying stupid things."

A small sun hits Yinghe Academy like a cold winter, but it seems that so far, no winter has been able to defeat the sun.

"Jingshui's sleep quality is really good. No wonder his grades are so good."

"Eh? Is sleep related to grades?"

"It seems to be related to IQ."

Several girls were like shadowless lights on the operating table, surrounding Asama's head.

"Just let Jingshui-kun sleep well, we will sleep too."

Futami tried to make a last ditch effort.

Sitting on the armrest of the sofa, tilted upside down and looking at Asama's sleeping face, Fujukawa thought of a good game.

"Now~ let's play a game. Everyone puts their hands on Mr. Robert's head for 10 seconds, and then replaces the next one. If Mr. Robert wakes up while touching his head, that person will be responsible for everyone's breakfast tomorrow~"

"If Hero-kun doesn't wake up, won't we have to stand all night?"

"Then how about it lasts until 10:[-] at the latest."

Ichijo Masumi looked at the time. It was 10:10. Each person could probably touch it more than 20 times, so she nodded towards the Immortal River.

"Let's start in this order, clockwise, Masumi-chan, it's your turn."

Ichijo's face felt a little hot. He hesitated for a moment, then bent down, his slightly brownish-red wet hair hanging down, and his hand slowly stretched out towards Asama.

"Ah chirp-"

Pochi, who was kneeling on the floor next to Asama, suddenly sneezed.

Pong——

Asama straightened up at the speed of light like a charlatan, and bumped into Ichijo Masumi's head firmly.

"what--!"

"Well--!"

The director of the four-hand piano department was immediately brought to tears.

"Oh! Appeared! Robert-kun's headbutt attack!"

"Can you be more serious?"

Ichijo covered his forehead and looked speechlessly at the Immortal River who was gloating about his misfortune.

"Oh~ I still have the energy to complain~ Mr. Robert's attack is ineffective~"

"Ah Shui lost, he screamed louder."

Pochi had discovered before when he used floor techniques on Asama, who had not yet learned judo, that Asama, who looked very powerful, actually had very poor pain tolerance, and would scream in pain every time he touched her.

It formed an interesting contrast with his handsome side when he was fighting against the British and the head of the judo department that day.

Could such a strong person be afraid of pain?Since you are afraid of pain, why not maximize your defense?
hiss----

After enduring the most painful period, Asama finally understood the current situation.

The loud sneeze in his ear just now and the moist feeling on his face pulled him out of his dream.

The memory of the five girls in the room made him instantly vigilant, and he ejected to escape like a rocket. Then suddenly, he seemed to have temporarily surpassed the speed of the second universe. Otherwise, why did he see a circle of white stars in front of his eyes?
Five girls were surrounding him like five planets, not knowing what they were going to do.

And he also found the reason why his eyes were filled with stars - he had just bumped into Ichijo Masumi, and a red mark appeared on the piano girl's smooth forehead.

"I'm sorry, are you okay? There is blood-removing medicine in the medicine box."

"I'm fine, but you should apply some liniment."

Seeing a small bump slowly swelling up on Asama's head, Ichijou smiled as he felt his head was fine. This was the first mark he had made on him.

"He has become the Silver Horned King, Ah Shui."

Asama glanced sideways at Pochi with an expression that looked like a stupid dog, then turned to look at the gap between the Immortal River and Ichijo, and saw the electric light flashing through the curtains from time to time.

It was still dark outside.

"So, what exactly is going on? Is it already daytime?"

"No, it's only 10:12 now."

"Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Uh, Jingshui-kun, we have finished washing and are about to ask you to take a bath."

Futami deliberately chose a piece of clothing with the lowest neckline, and bent down to meet the back of Asama's head.

"Also, after taking a shower, let's play games together. This is part of department team building."

Asama turned his head and realized that he was now surrounded by five girls wearing skimpy and ambiguous clothes.

This guy Pochi obviously has clothes to wear.

Feeling that her throat was a little dry, Asama stood up silently, trying to keep her gaze above the girls' necks, picked up a change of clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

Were they really just preparing to wake themselves up just now?
The reason why I bumped into Ichijo Masumi was because she was bending over. What was she bending over for?Secretly kissing yourself?
How can it be?In front of the other four people, Ichijo Masumi would not be so bold. She must be the thinnest person.

Asama laughed at his own excessive self-awareness.

This time Ichijou's test was not ideal. Fudiekawa Rise did get 92 points, but there was still a gap between Shimajima who scored 99 points and Futami who scored 97 points.

These two masters are different from Futami and Shimajima. They have clear goals in life and will have more and more frequent extracurricular activities in the future. Let them have their names in the love counseling department.

Put the change of clothes into the clothes basket on the washing machine cabinet. The washing machine is working. The washing and drying lights on the operation panel are on. There are still about 80 minutes left.

He took off his clothes and put them in the clothes basket. It seemed that his school uniform couldn't be washed, but luckily he had a spare set.

Asama's eyes moved up and fixed on the electric towel rack.

White, blue-white, pink, light yellow, blue-violet. The girls' underwear looks like a rainbow and is hanging on the towel rack to dry.

Silk, pure cotton, modal, underwear of various materials clearly visible on these small hangers, surrounded Asama's towels.

Opening the slightly damp blue and white bowl and the little yellow duck, Asama took off his towel and quickly turned on the shower head with the Hansgrohe logo printed on it. Before the water was completely hot, he stood on the shower head. under.

You can actually react just by looking at it. It’s really annoying to be a teenager.
Feeling the water flowing through his neck, back, thighs, and ankles, Asama has lived for a total of half a century. Time quietly washes away his cognition, character, and memory, and flows forward without stopping.

Although I don’t have any peak experiences in my life, the things that moved me and the shameful black history are like a sandbank in the middle of a river, piled up like a mountain.

Just remembering one or two things is tiring enough. This is the first time that I have brought a group of girls to my house for a sleepover.

Why does this unfold?

I thought that like a teacher, I would have a meal and a small test to make them feel their own shortcomings, and then give them homework to continue improving at home based on each person's actual situation. This department team building would be over. .

But a rain disrupted the plan, and the girls' opinions couldn't be suppressed at all. It was really embarrassing.

Don’t you know how to reject people properly anymore?
Facing these girls, have you fallen into the trap of the [Franklin Effect]?
Do you want to continue to waste time on these youthful interactions that will only increase the burden of memories?

I examine myself three times a day and it seems to be of no use.

If you want to force others to listen to you in person, you have to face the possibility of rejection.When will we reach the point where we can unconsciously guide others to live according to our own wishes?
Asama rubbed his hair. The shampoo at home had been used by Futami and the others. The girls' hair was filled with the fragrance of this shampoo. Only then did Asama feel that the shampoo he usually washed seemed to be more feminine. , there is a lingering pink smell in the bathroom.The anti-slip mat under your feet, the five girls just stood on it, right?
I obviously lived with Boqi before, so I could have ignored all these things. It is impossible that the AT position in my heart that will never fall changed before I was attacked by the girls, and I surrendered to the enemy without resistance, right?
After taking a shower, Asama turned off the shower head as if he was twisting the valve of his own random thoughts.

Just get up in the middle of the night, even if it rains, and go out and find a hotel to stay for one night.

I've been washing for 6 minutes. Let's get out quickly.

The moment Asama came out of the bathroom, she felt the feeling of being locked in by 10 eyes.

"Oh, as expected of a boy, you wash so fast, Mr. Robert."

"The fastest legend today is Pochi!"

By the way, have you washed your hair?You can't bathe a dog faster than you!
"Jingshui-kun, let's play the king's game together~"

"I didn't promise anything."

"Hey - Ah Shui obviously acquiesced!"

"It's already this time. Either go to bed early or read a book for me."

"Oh~ Mr. Robert, who is only 66, dares to teach me how to read~"

"Isn't it a Japanese tradition to go down and go up?"

"That being said, Rise's grades seem to have always been better than those of Shizui-kun. Is there any secret?"

"Of course, study hard when you should study, and have fun when you should play. Time is worthless in the face of methods~"

Being poked in a sore spot, Asama walked to the desk without hesitation, pulled out an exercise book and read it.

He was mumbling something, as if he was swearing that he would win the monthly exam this time in Immortal Sichuan.

"By the way, Jingshui, now that you're awake, would you like to taste the snacks we made?"

"dessert?"

No wonder I smelled a baking aroma in the room before.

"Thank you, no, eating after 9:[-] is not good for your stomach."

Pochi faced the girls and used a small voice to expose Asama.

"Ah Shui is lying. He often makes midnight snacks at home."

"How does Miss Porch know?"

Futami seemed to have caught the blind spot, and the other girls also focused on Porchi.

"Ah uh, my aunt told me when she called me. She complained about Ah Shui's irregular eating habits and asked me to supervise him from time to time."

Seeing that several other people were interested, Boqi combined the previous confessions with Asama and improvised a story about Asama's childhood.

Why is he still using diapers at the age of 2 and a half, rejecting the neighbor's sister's promise to grow up together, verbally bullying the young tame dye who doesn't study hard, and feeding the chocolates he received on Valentine's Day to the most vicious dog in the village?
"Hey, didn't Miss Pochi say that Shizui-kun wasn't popular when he was a child?"

"Uh hahaha~~~ It's because he has done so many annoying things that he is unpopular."

"Destroy the love of a young girl! As expected of Robert-kun, after all, it's hard for a normal Japanese man to refuse a lolita, right?"

"Who told Ah Shui to be interested in big sister since he was a child~"

"Is this happening?" X4
Asama, who had no intention of reading, felt his fists harden as he listened to Bochi's increasingly outrageous stories.

Listening to these made-up stories is a waste of time.

Originally, Immortikawa might be writing songs at home, or rehearsing the dialogue for tomorrow's dinner with Konoe.

One may be practicing the piano, or reading some spiritual healing books such as "From Broken to Whole", "The Illustrated Biography of Krishnamurti", and "A Course in Miracles".

Futami and Majima will also recharge their batteries at home according to the love counseling club study plan list they gave.

Of course, you can also do what you want to do on your own, each with its own ambiguity and clarity.

Like now, we are chatting together out of boredom, and the thoughts in our heads are becoming increasingly scarce with the ineffective lies, and we have become repeaters, yes-men, and news adapters.After these people become accustomed to small talk, they will feel more bored when they are not socializing, and then they will start to shake people, continue to create boring social interactions, and be consumed by boring social interactions.

This is how gossipy hot girls get their brains fucked up.

People who are poor in ideas are just as trapped in scarcity as people who are poor in wealth.They have no time to think about anything else and become more focused on short-lived and impromptu experiences of happiness.

One of the most ironic contradictions of this era is that a large amount of leisure cannot be converted into sustainable fun. Most people just spend their leisure time on nipple fun.

At some point, Asama stood behind her and knocked Pochi's dog on the head.

"If you can't sleep, read a book."

"But there are no comic books~"

Fusukawa Rise, how do you do better than me in exams every time?

"Jingshui-kun, don't you want to chat together?"

Futami got off the bed, walked to Asama's bookshelf, and took out a copy of "The Decameron".

“Gathering together to chat doesn’t mean you are useless~”

After weighing it for a long time, Asama stopped being the person who disappointed him.

The director of the love counseling department once again compromised due to public opinion.

Stay awake until everyone falls asleep before taking action.

"Then, let's tell a ghost story each~~~"

The Immortal River plundered a white handkerchief at some point and folded it into a sky crown - the triangular scarf often worn by anime ghosts, and tied it firmly on the head.

Pochi took out a spare candle from the kitchen, indicating that she also agreed with this opinion.

"Let's each tell a story about our childhood, starting from the age of 6, and telling the whole story to the age of 7."

The purpose of Majima's proposal is simple - he wants to know more about Asama's childhood. Because of Asama's cousin Pachi-san, Futami is already one step ahead of him.

"Well, how about a turn-by-turn naming game? Each of us will say one advantage and one disadvantage of the person being named. Finally, let the person named first talk about his own advantages and disadvantages, and then give a three-minute defense. How about it?"

Futami Tsukiumi had seen this case in the love counseling review materials, and she planned to pass this link to give Asama Shizuzu another straight shot.

"Let's play Idiom Solitaire. By the way, we will give the definition of this idiom, as well as the source allusion. Of course, you can also make up your own."

Asama gave his opinion.

"Where's Masumi's suggestion?"

"I can do either, just choose Hero-kun's."

"Oh, we're at a deadlock right now. How about guessing and deciding the topic~"

Immortal River was holding a triangle scarf on his head, holding his right shoulder with his left hand, and moved his arms, looking like he wanted to have a big fight.

Asama went to the kitchen, took out the last white radish from the refrigerator that her mother sent from her hometown, and cut a dice from the radish.

[1] is Ichijo, [2] is Futami, [3] is Bochi, [4] is the Immortal River, [5] is Majima, and [6] is Asama.

After the number is determined, each person will throw a dice once, and the person with the highest number of votes will choose the topic for the night talk.

Thanks to Asama's cheating finger snap, three people spilled [6].

"Why is the Idiom Solitaire such a boring option! I'm already starting to feel sleepy."

Pochi hugged Immortal River with a defeated look on his face.

Futami looked at Asama, and the first thing that came to mind were complimentary idioms such as "Beauties from all directions" and "Unparalleled in ancient and modern times", and then he also thought of idioms such as "Golden City and Iron Wall", "Iron Heart and Stone Heart".

Shimajima originally wanted to use her mobile phone to look up idioms, but her mobile phone ran out of battery. Her older smartphone did not support wireless fast charging at the bedside. Fortunately, Asama had multiple plugs at home.

"So, where are you going to sit, Hero-kun?"

The girls sit in a circle on the bed, with each girl spaced far apart from each other.

Asama was also stunned,

It feels like it’s wrong to sit between two people. You can’t sit in the middle, right?
(End of this chapter)