Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 228 225. Weekend Movie Shooting Day and Nausea

"Miss Porky?"

Pochi's body stiffened for less than 2 seconds, and then he pretended to smile calmly.

"See you, Kojima~ Komajima~ You guys are so early today~ Didn't you say we would meet at Meguro Nishi-Koyama Station at 9 o'clock?"

"I'm afraid Jingshui-kun has too many things and it's inconvenient to carry them, so we want to come over and help."

Futami approached Asama and wanted to take the equipment box, but Asama shook his head and refused.

She then looked at Asama, who was dressed somewhat similarly to Porchi.

"Jingshui-kun, did Miss Pochi sleep at your place last night?"

"She came over early this morning."

Majima stared at Asama with an unusual look.

"Really? We are indeed a family, and the way you dress is really in harmony with each other."

Asama nodded indifferently,

"Coincidentally matched parent-child clothing. Because there is a discount for buying two pieces, I made a deal with this guy."

Mai Shimajima's eyes lit up.

"Next time we buy clothes, how about the four of us buy them together? Will it be cheaper if we buy in a group?"

"You and Er Jian rarely wear cultural shirts like this, right?"

"Would you like to buy a T-shirt with Shizui-kun? It's also good as a base layer, and the pants look pretty cute."

When Japanese people don't know what word to use to describe something, they're right to use the word "cute".

Asama looked at the time and asked Futami and Majima if they had breakfast.

Seeing the two shaking their heads, Asama invited them home for dinner, but Majima refused.

"It's getting late, so forget it. It's not good to waste time."

Seeing Asama being so calm, Futami and Jiandao's little grudge disappeared.

"Then let's buy some breakfast at the convenience store nearby. An empty stomach is not good for your health. Can you take a sandwich and milk?"

"Whatever, no need to bother."

"sure."

Jiandao and Futami answered one after another.

Asama confirmed whether the sandwiches needed to be heated and whether the milk could be drunk cold. After getting the answer, he helped them buy breakfast.

The three girls stood on the street, and soon they became a spotlight, attracting the attention of the crowd on the street.

Futami wore loose high-waisted wide-leg pants and a black sleeveless high-necked vest, revealing her arms as white as the full moon. Perhaps the arms cut off by Venus had grown into Futami's body.

The girl's soft long hair is tied into a natural low ponytail. A two-finger-thick braid is braided on the left side and tied behind the head together with the ponytail. Between the tassels on the side of the hair, the delicate upper part of the neck and beautiful ears are exposed. come out.

Futami put on the earrings needed for the photo shoot in advance. The rose gold camellia earrings with diamonds shone in the early morning sun in Tokyo.

Jiandao wears washed jeans, a black suspender bra layered with an ultra-low-cut long-sleeved T-shirt, and a black ribbon choker around his neck. The whole person looks sweet and cool.

But both the T-shirt and the bra were too short, exposing Shimajima's slender waist and flat belly. Even if he doesn't like sports very much, he can still see Shimajima's beautiful abdominal lines.

Although it is a low-key black and white style combination, Futami and Majima have still become the most eye-catching and beautiful scenery on the street.

There are no obtrusive male creatures in the landscape, so there is an endless stream of people trying to strike up a conversation.

After driving away the third batch of flies, Jiajima frowned and said to Futami and Pochi,

"It's disgusting. These people are thinking about picking up girls all day long. A girl I knew before, she was willing to pick up all these girls. She told me that most of these people obviously have girlfriends, and even INS There are also photos of them showing affection with their beautiful girlfriends. But they will still send messages to the girl from time to time to ask her out alone, or even ask her to go to their house for a drink. It’s just that there are so many of these people that Jing Shui doesn’t believe it. Let’s love.”

Bochi, who chased away the chatter because he didn't know Japanese, spoke fluent Japanese.

"Only a fool would fall for such a frivolous man, right? So, Ah Shui doesn't actually hate love, but hates stupid women?"

Jiandao shook his head,

"Shisui is not interested in a girl as smart as Chiyo Konoe. I think he just doesn't want to waste his energy in this area."

Pochi turned to look at Futami, who was dazed in the direction of the convenience store.

"What do you think, Xiao Erjian?"

"Huh? What?"

"Ah Shui's non-romanticism? He has always thought like this, because he wants to die alone!"

Er Jian smiled,

"I won't let Jingshui-kun be lonely, for sure."

Jiandao also laughed,

"What a coincidence, Yue-chan, I thought so too."

Asama bought drinks and breakfast, and they stood in the shade on the street, chatting.

Futami saw Porchi drinking grape-flavored Fanta like Asama.

The same movement of pulling the ring with one hand, the same posture of raising one's head to drink, the same clothes, the orange yogurt in his hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

Seeing Pochi hiccupping without a trace, Asama frowned in disgust.

In the eyes of Futami and Majima, Asama Shizui's cousin became extra cute again.

"Where does Miss Pochi live now~"

"Huh? Where to stay? It's nearby here. Stay in a nearby hotel."

Futami recalled the hotel prices she searched for when she was dating Asama before, and curiously said,

"Is the hotel expensive?"

"Really? It's okay!"

Asama added for Pochi,

"Boqi lives in a long-term rental hotel, so the price is acceptable. Of course, it would be better to be able to work on his own. It can also reduce uncle's burden every month, don't you think so? Boqi?"

"Ah yes. Haha, do you want a part-time job? Of course I'm looking for it."

Jiandao saw Boqi looking a little embarrassed and said thoughtfully,

"How about Miss Pochi also go to that Chinese restaurant? With Yue Jiang? I think Boss Qin is quite kind, and the Chinese restaurant is always short of staff."

Er Jian also nodded and smiled,

"Yes~~ Miss Boqi is so tall, so beautiful, and her knife skills are much better than mine. Boss Qin will definitely welcome her very much."

"Yeah that"

Asama's cell phone suddenly vibrated.

It's Ai Fujiwara.

The guy hung up the phone and sent another message at the speed of light.

"Asama Asama, it's already the weekend~~~"

"Say something quickly."

"Wow~~~You actually replied in seconds~~~Are you saying you've been staring at the chat box with me?"

"Diagnosed with narcissistic personality disorder, he has more peach-flavored hallucinations and is recommended to be hospitalized."

"Why does it smell like peach?"

"I still have something to do. If you have any questions, please tell me."

"Is maintaining a sense of mystery also a strategy to increase the favorability of beautiful girls towards you? Asama Asama."

"Three seconds to go."

"Okay, okay! I want to ask, which one is more annoying is an inexperienced boy who likes to make a fuss, or an experienced boy who teaches others with a condescending attitude?"

"Take away the gender, and ignorance and arrogance are equally disgusting."

"Is this such an ambiguous answer again?"

"Then find the answer yourself."

"Compared to the former, I prefer the latter~"

"I didn't ask for your opinion."

Asama put his cell phone in his pocket and walked into the station with the three girls.

The subway on the Mita Line was still crowded. As soon as he put on his headphones, Asama Shisui, who didn't like anyone, listened carefully to the e-book "Nausea" by Jean-Paul Sartre.

In the schoolbag, the last peak of existentialism described in William Barrett's "Irrational Man" is none other than Sartre.

The first three peaks are Kierkegaard, Nietzsche and Heidegger.

Sartre, the famous man who said famous sayings such as "Existence precedes essence" and "Hell is other people", the story of him completing a lifelong love experiment with Beauvoir as a scumbag is also interesting to talk about.

The book "Nausea" is filled with the delicate, sensitive, twisted and physically uncomfortable psychological activities of the protagonist Roquentin, describing the essential [disgusting] nature of the world. At the same time, there is another line that records Sartre's historical nihilism-like irony - Antona Roquentin wanted to collect information for a biography of a marquis named Lolebon, but in the end he found that he was just following the The chronological order shaped the life of the marquis out of thin air. The life of the marquis written by him may be completely parallel to his real life. His historical research is just making up stories.

People who like to brag always like to add fuel to the fire, but people like to listen to them.

Those who continue to question deconstruction are always making lofty remarks, but in fact they have not even participated in the work of reconstruction and are still adding chaos to the world.

People who like to listen to stories and watch the excitement, while envying other people's lives or feeling lucky to have the same opinions as others, do not take the time to live their own lives. People hate nothingness, so they record and spread history.

But history is actually just a combination of what others want you to see and what you choose to believe.

History and biography are no different than fictional novels.

Already on the road, Asama's mail-order book Zhonghua Book Company's "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" lost Asama's love and enthusiasm for it because of a novel.

Or for many books, Asama is a top-notch heartless person.

After taking apart the film and reading it once, he had no intention of touching it a second time.

If it weren't for the book "Irrational Man" and the audio resource of "Disgusting" happened to be available online, Asama would never touch this book again.

Just like he has no interest in watching Osamu Dazai's "Disqualification in the World" anymore.

He admires these writers quite a bit, because the protagonist in their works is an incomplete and devoid of growth individuals. They only have feelings and no definite growth.

They narcissistically insert their own projections into the protagonist's body, describing the character's nausea and loneliness, as well as the absurdity and emptiness of the world.

Sartre and Osamu Dazai seem not to worry about readers' dislike and criticism of the protagonist or the author.

It's a pity that Anne and Logandine's love ended in vain. Neither of them can redeem the other, as if they are trying to rebuild a castle in the air on the basis of their respective collapsed ruins.

Through a lot of thinking, Asama tightened his head like a towel, and squeezed out the emotions he had generated from being flanked by the three girls.

The four of them transferred to the Tokyu Meguro Line at Meguro Station, and after riding for about 6 minutes, they got off at Nishi-Oyama Station at 8:41.

The great director Fusukawa and the others will arrive in 7 minutes.

A studio manager whom Gokyoin helped to contact was dressed in a thin sweatshirt and jeans. He was already waiting at the station entrance holding a sign saying "Riyo Fusukawa".

Asama went up and said hello to him.

"You should be Master Asama, right?"

"Just call me Asama. Sorry, the director will be here in about 6 minutes."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm used to arriving a little early. I used to suffer a lot when I was late, haha."

After chatting with the kind-faced person in charge of [SHILO STUDIO], I felt that Japan’s economy is indeed in recession.

A 200-square-meter studio with natural light, various lamps, props, shadowless walls, and green screens only costs 5000 yen an hour.

As an acquaintance of Gogyingin, their relationship consulting department paid a two-day package for 4 yen at a discount.

"Natural light is better light, but unfortunately many people don't realize it."

"Although natural light is a kind of parallel light that does not weaken the divergence, artificial parallel light produced through a Fresnel lens device is also sufficient."

"Wow! Master Asama, does he even know this?"

"I just happen to know what I happen to know."

"Haha, Master Asama is as humble as Master Gokyoin. Children from rich families are well-educated. My younger brother is already in college, and he still grins at me."

Asama admires this kind of person who is extremely familiar with himself and leaks his privacy from time to time.

If he were reincarnated 10 times, he might not be able to master this skill.

"Hello~~~I've been waiting for a long time~~~Xiaoyue, Xiaomai, Sister Pochi~~~and our hero Robert-kun~~~"

The Immortal River, along with members of the Death Samurai Band and the Modern Art Club, waved cheerfully to this side.

"Good morning~~ Mr. Ota."

"Good morning, Miss Immortal Sichuan, I am your fan~~~"

Mr. Ota, the person in charge of the studio, actually held up a sign with [Riyo Fudukawa] written on it and took out a "W!" 》Album.

"Please sign your name, Miss Fusukawa."

Seeing that Kanshikawa didn't have a pen, the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Asama took out a pen from his school bag and carried it over.

"As expected of a leading actor, he can always stand up for himself at critical moments~~~"

The great director and star Fusukawa winked happily at Asama before signing his name on the album.

"Oh~~~Brother Asama, you have become a lot more handsome~~~"

The bald drummer Koyanagi Jiraiya tried to grab Asama's shoulders, but Asama dodged him neatly, but he didn't take it seriously. Instead, he gestured to the tops of their heads with his hands.

"Brother Asama, have you grown a little taller?"

"It seems so~~~ Ah Shui, I didn't notice before that you are already this high in flat sneakers."

"We are almost here. Gogyouin, Fukasawa, Nijo, and Takishima will come over in the afternoon. Let's start first. Mr. Ota, please lead the way."

The studio manager who received the signed album smiled happily and led a few people towards the studio in Shinagawa District in the southeast direction.

Jiandao is walking alone among the shadows of trees.

Suddenly a masked man came towards her and handed her a rose.

Two seconds later, another masked man came over and gave her 6 roses.

Staring at these inexplicably bright flowers that were stuffed into her hands, she raised her head in astonishment.

A third person walked towards him. He was wearing a mask with a smile on it. When the two of them passed each other, they passed each other.

In Jiandao's arms, there was a large bouquet of roses with crystal water drops.

There is a greeting card on this bouquet of flowers, and the card says, [Natsukawa-san, may your mood today be as beautiful as your person, and as beautiful as the flowers in your hands].

Jiandao breathed a sigh of relief, as if suppressing his heartbeat, chuckled again, turned around,

"Manaka-kun, you are so superficial."

"How did you recognize me?"

"Haha, if you really want not to be recognized by me, why don't you cover your face? You don't even change your hairstyle, you just wear a mask. Don't you just want to be recognized by me?"

"Eh? It's so obvious?"

"Am I in Ueno Zoo now? Why else would I encounter such a strange animal with a face full of desire?"

"Are you denying me as a human being?"

"No, I'm just affirming your desire."

Asama took off his mask and smiled with a "defeated by you" expression.

"Okay, okay, as Maslow said, Natsukawa-san, you are my first need."

"Maslow didn't say this, right?"

"Then let it be what I mean."

Jiajima looked at Asama with an expression that was both shy and disgusting. Her heart was actually beating wildly.

"Ugh - he's full of lies, he's like a scumbag, you dirty Manaka-kun."

"I'm just acting as Natsukawa-san's boyfriend reasonably."

Jiandao showed a "really careless" expression again, his teeth trembled slightly, as if he was about to bite his tongue and kill himself at any moment.

But when he turned around, he showed a mixture of surprise, joy, and trouble.

“CUT! It’s getting better and better~~~~”

Pochi, who didn't have to hold up a reflector or a sound pole, whispered to Futami, who didn't have to operate a drone either.

"Fortunately, Ah Shui doesn't want to fall in love, otherwise, all the girls in Tokyo will go crazy for him!"

Shiina Emi on the side heard this and showed a disgusted expression as if she had eaten a cockroach after eating curry rice.

Why do so many beautiful girls like such a disgusting man?

The blue-haired punk girl looked at her good friend Fusugawa Rise worriedly.

Watching the boy you like having sex with other girls in a movie

Rishi, are you sick?

　That's it for now. Thanks to the bosses for their support.

　　Recently, there have been some inexplicable negative reviews from trainee readers. I should review myself.

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(End of this chapter)