Tokyo Wingman King

Kierkegaard, the father of existentialism, once mentioned a philosophical fable, which roughly says:

Survival is like a groom driving two horses, one horse (which represents eternity) and one rogue horse (which represents time). If the two horses are allowed to run fast, one will be fast and the other will be slow, the driver will be driven by two horses. The growing gap between the horses caused the car to crash and everyone to die. Only when the groom uses a whip to whip the horse, stimulate the horse's motivation, and chase the horse forward, can this kind of existence with a sense of purpose and "passion" give its own existence meaning.

The word passion is actually tragic, and it is the same tragedy as Sisyphus pushing the stone up the mountain, which is beloved by the Immortal River.

Most people become passionless and insensitive as soon as they reach adulthood. Seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, they will judge, plan, and calculate, and then compromise, give up, and get by.

Yes, my life has a limit, but I know it has no limit. If I follow the limit, isn't it a waste of time and seeking death?

A rogue horse can never catch up with a fine horse.

Time can never explain eternity.

Therefore, when you find that you are unable to do anything, just live happily.

Therefore, existentialism is actually the philosophy of young people. Only young people have passion, imagination and action.

Of course, in today's society, there are very few passionate young people.

They gave up chasing before they saw the bottleneck. On the contrary, those young people with goals and passion became outliers.

[This guy is probably brainwashed. ]

[It’s nice to be able to dream during the day, and I don’t have to worry about insomnia at night. ]

Although many people’s goals are indeed [Desire], [Mission], and [Belief] implanted by the [Big Other].

But compared to people who don’t even have goals, these passionate young people are the real ones.

Then,

Is Porky a young man?

Yes.

Is there passion in her life now?

No.

In fact, she was already dead before Asama picked her up.

Pochi gave up on such a passionate life goal very early.

Bidding farewell to the name [Izumo Katya], [Asama Paki] ushered in a new life, but not completely reborn.

Like a vegetative person who has been successfully rescued, lying in bed unable to take care of himself, lacking subjective initiative in life.

Her state of life just changed from wandering with nothing to do to staying at home with nothing to do.

Where is the problem?

It's still Asama Shisui's problem. He didn't guide her well to face her new life.

Introducing her to meet new friends, mastering life skills, and taking the exam at Tokyo University were actually what he forced Boqi to do in disguise.

Is there any way to make her truly mature and independent?

There was only one way in Qianjian's mind, but he didn't want to use it.

That would be too heavy for him.

The two of them sat at the desk and sorted out the EJU knowledge point review framework together.

Asama hadn't finished talking for half an hour when he realized that Pochi's nose bubbles were about to blow.

When did you lie down?

It’s only 1 o’clock in the morning, young man! The exam is coming up in June next year, how can you sleep?

Asama rubbed the center of his eyebrows and looked at Pochi's peaceful sleeping face with the eyes of "Rotten wood cannot be carved, nor can a wall of dung be built."

Pochi, who didn't speak and closed her eyes, was indeed very pleasing to the eye, and her stupidity would not show through her orifices, as if she was a little elf princess who had escaped from the forest of silence.

Her blond hair is neatly draped down her back, her eyelashes are exaggeratedly long, and her apples are as chubby as a little girl's.

Why are you staring at her face in a daze?

Asama Still Water, Asama Still Water! When did you start to degenerate like this!

He suddenly thought of something and took Pochi's cell phone over.

She pressed her index finger and thumb on the screen and found that there was no response from the phone.

Depend on! I forgot that this phone does not have fingerprint unlocking now.

I scanned Pochi's face, but there was no response. It seems that [need to watch to enable Face ID] was not cancelled.

You can only enter the password by swiping up.

I tried entering Pochi's birthday, but it didn't work.

I entered 123123 again, but it was invalid.

Are there 3 more chances?

Asama entered his birthday, but it was invalid!

Narcissism is slapped in the face! What a shame!

Asama thought for a moment and entered the date of the day they met.

Unlock.

Sure enough, Boqi is Boqi, and even he, who doesn't understand complicated IT technology, can crack her mobile phone protection.

Asama quickly found the videos lost in the computer and camera APP on Boqi's mobile phone.

Pochi, the sneaky clay-stick thief, spends about 50 minutes on average committing crimes.

Because of the night light, the general situation is clear.

The worst-case scenario did not materialize.

But I was kissed secretly many times. The most serious one was when I was straddled and kissed.

Asama frowned and pinched his lips with his left index finger and thumb. This guy had already touched his bottom line.

He keeps saying he has done nothing, but he turns out to be a repeat offender.

How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?

Even if he doesn't send her to the police station, he should officially put the "Abandoned Stupid Dog Plan" on the agenda.

Living alone in the same room with a man and a woman is so troublesome.

Just imagine, a girl picked up a big dog and found that the dog licked her every night. How could she still sleep?

Asama deleted the crime video on her phone and searched the photos and private content in her app. No other problems were found, so she felt relieved.

He turned off the desk lamp, took two steps to get the blanket from the bed, and covered Pochi in his thin pajamas.

Asama was about to turn around and lie down on the sofa to listen to a book, when Pochi suddenly muttered,

"Ah Shuishui, no. Don't drive me away."

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Asama knocked Pochi on the head, knocking her awake.

"get out of class is over, Ms. Porch."

Pochi slowly straightened up and rubbed his eyes.

"Ah? Did I fall asleep? Hey! Did Ah Shui cover me with this blanket?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to catch a cold or have a stiff neck, just go to bed quickly."

Pochi touched the blanket draped over his shoulders with both hands and laughed.

"Oh~~hehe~~ Ah Shui is so gentle. Actually, Ah Shui, you can just hug me to bed~~~"

"If your head is not awake, continue to sleep. If you are awake, you will finish copying the unfinished knowledge points."

"Hey!!! Didn't we just say that get out of class is over?"

"It seems you are awake."

"No, I'm not awake! I'm still talking in my sleep! I continue to sleep!"

Pochi lay down again obediently, and pretended to snore a few times like a piglet.

"The desk is not a place to sleep. Go to the bed and sleep."

"Ah Shui, do you want to come with us?"

Why do you still have the guts to get high?

Asama knocked Pochi on the head, drove Pochi from the desk without gentleness, pressed her cell phone against Pochi's back, and drove her to the bed until she was lying on the bed.

Pochi lay upright, covering his head with a white blanket. Those who didn't know it thought this was a morgue.

Asama was too lazy to watch her acting weird.

"Get some rest early. We have to shoot a movie early tomorrow morning. Of course, if you don't have a part in the movie, you don't have to go."

Pochi jumped up like a fake corpse, lifted the blanket, and said quickly,

"Go, go, of course."

"If you want to go to bed, go to bed and stop talking. The air conditioner is set to 26 degrees. Cover yourself with blankets."

"Ah Shui~~~"

"what happened?"

"Hey~~~ Good night, I will definitely have a good dream tonight."

Asama looked at her phone.

"Hurry up and dream. In one and a half hours, I will get up and read."

"Nani??? [Alarm punishment] isn't over yet?"

"What does my reading have to do with whether I punish you or not?"

"Hmm - arrogant Ah Shui! The excitement just now has been exhausted!"

Asama lay down on the sofa and quickly fell asleep without talking to Bochi or putting on headphones to listen to a book.

Continue to use the [Stay Up Late] skill to make up for 2 hours of sleep, from 3:5 to : in the morning. After Asama woke up, his head was still a little groggy.

[Stay Up Late] Does the included refreshing and calming skill have a cooldown time?

Pochi actually got up.

She was humming a song in the kitchen, frying eggs with her bare feet.

Under the apron, there was almost no hair.

Her slender legs, half-clad in white stockings, were an inch taller than the kitchen counter in front of her and three points whiter than the apron she was wearing.

Asama quickly looked away, lowered his head and said,

"Is it so hot? Go to the bathroom and change clothes. I'll make breakfast."

"Huh? Ah Shui, wake up~~~~~ I went to bed so late yesterday, is it okay?"

"Stop talking nonsense, are you a savage from 10,000 years ago? Go to the bathroom and get dressed! If you don't wander around the house without underwear from now on, I'll kick you out!"

"Hey hi~~ Ah Shui, let's eat the fried eggs first~~~ What I fried today are soft-boiled eggs~"

Pochi seemed unable to hear Asama's request, and took off his apron, revealing his milky white body, and walked over with a white porcelain plate containing fried eggs.

Asama closed her eyes and frowned,

"I said Pochi, has your shame been corroded by alcohol?"

Pochi's soft body has leaned into his arms, breathing out blue like blue to him,

"Ah Shui, let's do it in the morning too~~~I didn't do enough yesterday~~~"

"???"

Asama pushed Pochi away, but found that he couldn't push him.

Judo skills were useless, so Porchi clamped Asama's hand with both hands, sat on his waist and twisted gently.

"Hehe~~~Little Ah Shui has become very energetic~~~Let's do subjects one, two, three and four at once~~~"

Asama noticed something was wrong.

He opened his eyes and found Pochi, who was still riding astride him, with a flushed face. The girl's bumpy body was covered with a layer of white mist in key parts, but you could clearly see the mole on her chest that looked like a five-pointed star.

The five-pointed star seemed to be aware of his line of sight, and began to rotate at high speed, getting bigger and bigger, until it was so big that it swallowed him into the void, and he felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

There was a dull thud.

Asama opened his eyes again.

The familiar ceiling and the cool carpet on the floor supported his body.

It's bright outside the curtains.

The room's air conditioner was still working.

The blonde girl on the bed slept like a dead dog.

In adolescence full of hormones, even dreams are messy.

He patted his head and gave himself two slaps to drive away the troublesome sentimentality.

The underwear is quite clean.

I thought the [Stay Up Late] skill could improve sleep quality, but it still depends on luck.

This dream seems to have destroyed the calm BUFF.

Physical and mental fatigue are far less impactful than the dream scene.

I have to admit, whether it is Poch, Futami, Fusukawa, or Shimajima.

Their beauty will arouse his desire.

Yesterday, the second time I saw the great Ming Shen's white silk jade feet stepped on my stomach and rubbed gently. It was all because of my nausea about the lines that I suppressed my rising desire and did not make a fool of myself in public.

Restraining desires is the tempering of human nature.

Just like the Red Army crossing the prairie, no matter how hungry they are, they will give the food they find to those who need it more.

He would rather die in that grass than live selfishly.

Desires that I could not transcend in my previous life will not fall into again in this life.

Desire, love, responsibility, loyalty, management... He knew all these words, but he was determined not to touch them again.

Thomas Aquinas said: "The only meaning of our life is to transcend this life." 】

What Asama needs to transcend are two lives.

Don’t be bound by love, don’t be brainwashed by grand narratives, don’t chase things beyond the limits of your abilities, live your life to the fullest and concretely, and then explore the destiny of those with shadow power.

After running 5 laps in Shiba Park, Asama finally calmed down completely.

There are many things to do before the cultural festival, such as love counseling movies, Butler Cafe, Little Red Riding Hood stage play from another world. There are also consultations from Kuroda, Shinomiya, Tomiya, and Hana.

After you are done with your busy schedule, give yourself a good vacation and read 20 books at once to recharge your batteries.

There is a Japanese writer named Ishida Irya. He claims to read 1000 books a year when he was studying. I don’t know if magazines are included. Asama actually wants to challenge how many books he can read in a year.

I read Fusukawa's message last night and found that the report did not go well. She and Konoe had a fierce confrontation with the person in charge of the Konoe family's cultural industry section, and finally managed to settle on a route for business reform.

Konoe Chiyo's position in Konoe's house is really delicate. Didn't Konoe think about it and didn't say hello to these people?

It is also possible that these naysayers are the characters Konoe Takumi arranged to play negative roles in order to temper Konoe Chiyo's role.

Next weekend, Immortal River will perform at the new opening ceremony of Daigo Bookstore and conduct charity album signings.

But it would be nice to have a writer famous enough to advocate for the bookstore's new business concept that day.

Obviously, in the circle of writers, neither Fusugawa Rise nor Konoe Chiyo have good resources. In order to prove themselves, they will naturally not use the resources of their parents.

Even if Chiyo Konoe really had 2 million, she wouldn't be able to hire a writer.

Just being close to the Wei family's not-so-famous Daigo Bookstore won't earn the respect of great writers.

Because writers have the reserve of writers, contacting them by rich people with no clues about their relationship will only make them feel wary.

So, do you need to help Fusukawa solve this matter?

Please try to contact us in advance.

Asama already has a candidate in mind.

Back at the apartment, Porky was already up.

She tied up her twin tails, hummed a song, and made breakfast in the kitchen.

The frying pan sizzled, and the scent of olive oil wafted to the entrance.

"Didn't you turn on the exhaust fan?"

"Eh? Ah Shui is back~~~ Try the soft-boiled eggs I fried today~~~"

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Asama looked at Porchi's clothes suspiciously.

The same pajamas as yesterday, no apron.

Safe.

"Why did you get up so early today?"

"I had a weird dream and I really couldn't sleep."

"Didn't you say you wanted to have a good dream?"

Pochi's milky white face turned red,

"It can be considered a good dream, haha~ahhahaha~ By the way, Ah Shui got up very early today. Didn't he sleep for a few hours yesterday? Lack of sleep can easily lead to sudden death!"

"To be exact, I slept for three and a half hours early this morning, which is enough."

Asama took out a can of Fanta from the refrigerator and took a big gulp.

Pochi put the second omelette on the plate, sprinkled it with black pepper, and gave Asama a suspicious look.

"Ah Shui. Could it be said that there is an organ in your body that can automatically convert Fanta into Red Bull?"

"I don't know, but there must be an organ in your brain that interferes with your normal speech."

Pochi shrugged and smiled,

"I think Ah Shui also has this kind of organ in his brain~~~"

The name is tumor, right?

After Asama and Pochi finished breakfast together, they went into the bathroom and took a shower.

After tidying up the photography equipment, cleaning up her schoolbag, and grabbing a copy of William Barrett's "The Irrational Man," Asama put on a black peaked cap and a mask and prepared to go out.

Pochette also wore Asama's black peaked cap and black mask, and followed Asama with a poop.

Asama quickly dodged the sneak hug just now, but she didn't care.

"Today Ah Shui and I are dressed as lovers~~~"

Dark brown T-shirt, off-white large pocket cargo shorts, white socks and black sneakers.

The mirror in the elevator reflected the two people standing together, really like a young couple.

Asama took out a white shirt from his backpack and put it on, and the couple's sense of intimacy plummeted.

"Gu——Ah Shui is evil! Wearing this on a hot day, aren't you afraid of heatstroke?"

Pochi angrily followed Asama out of the apartment, tugging at the corners of his shirt, trying to get him to take it off.

"Eh? Miss Pochi, why are you with Shizui-kun?"

Futami and Majima stood at the door of the apartment, casting surprised glances at Pochi who pulled the corner of Asama's clothes. (End of chapter)