Tokyo Wingman King

In addition to temporarily giving Arima a rough framework plan for an outdoor movie to coincide with the Summer Night Festival today, Asama also sent Arima the cultural festival event navigation applet produced by Komaba, which had already gone through a round of quality control, and made suggestions. Today, he arranged for manpower to conduct tests on mobile phones, school multimedia screens, and navigation robot applications.

There are only two days until the opening of the cultural festival. The night festival plan needs to be improved, and the navigation program docking test needs to be followed up. In addition, the student union itself has a backlog of work that urgently needs to be handled by Arima. With Yoshihiko Arima's temperament, he will definitely be there I'm going to work a big class tonight and try to finish all these things.

According to the principle of work in the previous life [who advocates, who proves, and who is responsible], director Shisui Asama should bear a little responsibility for Arima's overtime work.

But if I go directly to criticize the work of the student union, those rumors about [Yinghe Black Hand] and [Student Union Darkness] will not be immediately confirmed?

So Asama contacted Takishima and Ryuzaki and asked them to help Arima get some sleep time.

This is certainly not the generosity of others. Asama made a deal with Takishima and Ryuzaki.

Although it's a blank check.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, it was a message from Tetsuya Takishima.

"O-Sensei, you really have great powers (). Ryuzaki, who was sent by you to volunteer in the student union, is simply a tool man, Yoshihiko Arima No. 2*(())*."

But at least they have something human about them, unlike you.

anyway,

Ryuzaki, who has always been paying attention to the student union, finally has the opportunity to contribute his strength this time.

Arima, who has been working overtime, will probably be able to go home early today.

This feeling of being a bridge to communicate with each other is like China trying to persuade Saudi Arabia and Iran to make peace. This is much happier than being a wingman.

In addition, Yoshihiko Arima is not a superman. This can be seen from the fact that he will catch a cold when he falls into the water, and he will have dark circles under his eyes after staying up late.

There were rumors in the student union that someone worked overtime at school until early in the morning and had to ride a shared bicycle home because there was no subway. Asama can guarantee that this person must have a horse. It’s hard to imagine what it would be like to ride 25 kilometers home in the early morning, take a nap to go to work delivering newspapers and milk, and then take the subway for an hour back to school.

In fact, Yima Jiyan doesn't need to be so tired at all, because the school will provide free dormitories to the top students in his grade.

I wonder if Arima has too many cute sisters at home, which makes him reluctant to live on campus.

After having more contact with people like Fusukawa and Arima, Asama has become disenchanted with the protagonist's destiny.

But the desire to help them remains.

As for manipulating the student union through Arima, Asama would not do it. Otherwise, what is the difference between himself and Chiyo Konoe?

The most he can do is ask the student union to listen more to and respect the opinions of the masses.

Chiyo Konoe has left the student union. Immediately, the student council president Katsura Kyohei opens the door to help, and is assisted by outstanding people such as Wisteria, Nijo, Takishima, and Ryuzaki.

I hope everything will develop in a good direction.

I have been so busy in the past two months, and I feel like I have forgotten a lot of important things.

Asama made a summer growth plan for herself in advance, including travel, reading, skill learning, interpersonal relationships and other aspects.

The first semester of high school career was completely different from the smooth and stable development of the past ten years. Asama didn't like this feeling of passively accepting one event after another without making any progress among the monsters.

When I picked up the phone, I thought it was harassment from Takishima, or messages from Futami, Fusukawa, and Bochi.

Unexpectedly, a text message from Masumi, Fujiwara Ai, and Takaji Kaname was sent at the same time.

They asked about the movie at the same time, and also brought in their respective reasons for looking for him.

Asama spent 3 minutes politely declining Takaji Kaname's invitation to a weekend event, perfunctorily answering Fujiwara Ai's nonsensical love question, and seriously replying to Masumi's affectionate greeting.

Just after sending it, Masumi Ichijo sent another photo to Asama. The tall girl was standing in front of the highest institution of classical music in Europe. Her smile was like a blooming Bavarian rose, and her hands were showing hearts on her chest.

Another voice message was sent.

Asama translates speech into text.

As expected, it was the words [missing him].

Asama replied with a few words of encouragement, saying that he would send her the finished film "Falling in Love with Her Who Doesn't Exist", and explained that the film would be released online to make money for charity, and asked her not to spread the word in advance.

"Of course not! Hero-kun, when I come back, can we make another public welfare film together?"

"Music-themed stuff? The audience is too small and it's easy to get lost. Why don't you donate the cost directly?"

"You can decide the theme. I am responsible for investing 1 million yen. Is that enough? I will only order one heroine and will never interfere with your creation."

"Who are you looking for as the male protagonist?"

"Well, as a producer, I have the right to request that the male protagonist can only be [Shisui Asama]~ It's very late in Tokyo at this time, Hero-kun, go to bed early, good night."

One posted another emoji of a sleeping rabbit.

Asama said good night and put down the phone.

Fujiwara, Takashi, Ichijo, plus Chiyo Konoe and Rena Nijo, there is no doubt that they have completely entered the sight of the Gosho family.

He believed that the scandal of being pursued and rejected by three noble ladies had already made him famous in the Wushe family circle.

Even though the heads of the Konoe family and the Ichijo family were both approachable, he understood that these big shots were actually heavenly beings worthy of the name.

All aspects of Japan's politics, economy, and culture, even after the Restoration and defeat, are still tightly controlled by these powerful nobles.

The long-lasting political families, the sudden rise of business giants, the industry giants who control the lifeblood, and the local families that separate themselves from each other are all inseparable from the support, or control, of these big families.

The Sanbon family and the Gosho family, these rumored T0 families in Yinghe, are the original shareholders of the country of Japan. The parliament, the prime minister, and the votes are just formalities. The power of this country has always been hereditary in the hands of these families.

As the saying goes - the real master always stands behind those three screens.

All new players will have to cross the previous screens and play several rounds of games with these old dealers within the established rules.

This should be the reason why the Jugami family, an upstart family with astonishing wealth, seems to be incompatible with the Wushe family, but they are closely related to each other.

No wonder Hayek once lamented, "Only money will be open to the poor, but power will never be." 】

If he is not too stable, he will most likely be targeted, right?

The sense of security Asama now has is based on the effectiveness of the [nuclear fraud] tactics against Chiyo Konoe, and within the corner of Eiwa Academy where the circle of friends is gradually taking shape.

But these were of little use to Konoe Takuma and Ichijo Mayo.

The attention projected by any one of the elders who run the Wu She family can tear the lives of ordinary people who are unprepared to pieces.

It would be nice if in their eyes, I was just an inconsequential clown.

But this idea is too naive. In the name of [Emperor Master], it might be just a bait they throw out to see his reaction. If he continues to be a conspicuous person around their children, he will definitely be turned into a pawn by them.

Can you continue to boast that there is a mysterious organization behind it? Pretending to be a loser, surrendering to oneself, and then being forgotten by these big shots? Use the system to develop magical skills and push all the way? Or join them and become a son-in-law?

At this moment, Asama Shizui smiled.

His bottom line is not as flexible as he imagined. Without ambition, the three words "Wu She Jia" only mean trouble.

He could only take one step at a time to explain away his clueless self.

Asama and Majima set off from the Nanboku Line of Azabu-juban and transferred to the Chiyoda Line subway at the Diet Building Mae Station next to the Prime Minister's Official Residence, where the Prime Minister of Japan is basically unwilling to live.

As the crowd poured into the car, the doors closed, the subway announcement rang, and the floor began to shake under their feet.

Takishima sent another message.

Ryuzaki turned on the rampage mode and transformed into an eight-armed Shura alone. Takishima estimated that they could finish all the work before 11 o'clock.

Asama thought for a moment about the way Ryuzaki had a bad mouth while speaking out, and his bad mood was instantly washed away.

Majima, who stood opposite Asama, looked at Asama silently.

From a slight raise of the corners of the mouth, to thoughtfulness, to a slight frown on the brows, and finally to relaxation and joy.

Somehow, her mood fluctuated with Asama's expression.

She knew very well that Asama Shisui only needed to give her a gentle smile to make her feel better for the whole day.

The girl bowed her head slightly, smiled and said to Asama,

"Did Jingshui think of something happy? Are you still reminiscing about the feeling of Yue-chan riding your neck in the stage play?"

Asama's emotions that he had finally suppressed were all brought back by Majima's words. He did not straighten his face immediately, but maintained his original mood and answered Majima with a smile,

"It's nothing. I just think that other people's lives have become a little smoother, and I feel happy for them."

"As long as you see other people happy, Jingshui, will you feel happy?"

"Not entirely, it depends on who the other people are."

Majima Mai raised her head slightly,

The dim changes outside the subway car seemed like all the good intentions and malice in the world were intertwined in the most reasonable proportion.

The girl used her beautiful eyes to look carefully at Asama's eyes, looking at the starting point of the tunnel leading to the dream.

These eyes never seemed to be obscured by shadows.

Whether it was towards her, Futami, or Immortal River, his kindness was too easy.

Obviously there were a lot of whitewashed and faded T-shirts in his wardrobe, and Miss Bochi also took them to discover the only yukata at the bottom of Asama's box - said to be from junior high school. Each of the five of them tried it on and determined that Asama could never fit into this yukata.

As Asama's long-term observers, Futami and Fusugawa unanimously affirmed that Asama's lunch can be described as "one basket of food and one cup of drink". The luxury of lunch now is the same as when he officially contacted them. Just promoted.

Although he was so frugal in person, he had been lavishing money on them.

"Jing Shui, if you are too kind, you will definitely get hurt."

When Asama heard Majima's reminder, his face was expressionless and he replied to her,

"You're right, so I'm trying to be smart and ruthless. Sorry."

As soon as he said this, Asama was pushed by the person behind him and couldn't help but take a step closer to Majima.

"You're so polite and ruthless."

Jiandao smiled.

The Chiyoda Line before 9pm is also hellishly crowded.

Although the air conditioner in the carriage where Asama and Majima were located was running wildly, the air was still extremely turbid. The smell of cigarette smoke, sweat, cheap cologne, jasmine or lemon-flavored fresheners, and the occasional coughing sound coming from behind the mask all mixed together. Asama, who was protecting Majima in the corner of the carriage, reminded the girl to put on a mask.

"It's okay, Jing Shui smells very good."

Jiandao took the opportunity to stick to Asama's chest, but behind them were all the silent and numb Tokyo workers, and Asama had no way to retreat.

"."

After wearing dog skin for more than 2 hours, I should only smell of sweat.

"Still water."

Jiandao's low voice came from her chest. Compared with the cold air above her head, the air she breathed was hot and sweet.

"Futami and Immortal River, I've already discussed the reward with you."

"Um"

"Can I change the reward into a reward for you?"

Asama couldn't see the girl's face at the moment, but felt that this might be the strangest request he had ever heard.

"Reward me?"

"Is there anything Jingshui wants? Even a book."

“Enough books and socks”

"sock?"

"nothing."

Jiandao remembered something.

"How many pairs have Yue-chan knitted for you?"

"That's a lot."

At least 4 pairs.

"What can I give you, Shisui?"

"Be happy. If you live a good life, I will also feel happy. Because, Mai, you are a friend I recognize."

Majima raised his head and looked at Asama.

The girl's eyes explained everything.

The subway arrived at the station, and the fleeting relief allowed Asama to keep a sensible distance from Majima.

"Jingshui, as a friend, can you listen to a song with me?"

"can."

Mai Shimajima clicked on her phone and looked at the album cover. It was a song by the Fusukawa Death Samurai Band.

"Jingshui, please lower your head a little."

Jiajima gently pinched one of the earphones and motioned for Asama to lower his head. She wanted to put it on for Asama.

"Listen, the lyrics of this song by Rishi are really good."

There is a melody in my ears——

"My eyes, immersed in the city, suddenly saw that it was a light that opened up the world.

At this moment, this is the bravest moment in my life. "

Jiandao's fragrant body suddenly tilted up, his head slightly raised, and he came closer.

His face was covered with softness for a moment, and then the feeling quickly disappeared.

Like a billboard in a subway tunnel, it is fleeting.

The music was still playing, but Asama's heartbeat seemed to be straightened.

There was an unusual flush on Shimajima's face. She looked at Asama, who looked slightly stunned and troubled, and said calmly,

"Okay. The rewards I want and the rewards I want to give have been completed."

Even if it wasn't a kiss, such an action almost made the middle-aged single social workers in the carriage notice Shimajima's beauty and almost have a heart attack and end up in the ICU.

Nowadays, young lovers play like this, right?

Asama looked at Mai, and he could feel the affection of Mai Shimajima, as well as the humility and restraint in the affection.

"Can I still listen to music well?"

Jiajima gave a rare smile like a little girl, and winked playfully at Asama,

"As a free soul, the way I listened to music just now is exactly the free life I want."

Asama heard that this was the topic they talked about when Majima confessed for the first time.

Jiandao was obviously implying that this sneak attack was just a continuation of the last confession battle.

"I used to play the role of a mature big sister, but now I play the role of an innocent little sister?"

Majima grabbed Asama's hand again, which he took out from the purse where his cell phone was placed.

Obviously, Jiandao's offensive is not over yet.

She was about to say, whatever Jingshui wants me to play, I will play it for you. as your daughter, as your lover, as your

"Well--"

Asama adjusted his standing posture and freed his hand to grab the armrest, giving Jijima a head-shattering blow.

"Sorry, the way I listened to the song just now, using my fingers to beat the beat in stubborn places, is also the free life I want."

The subway suddenly turned, and Asama's back was hit again. As a master of balance, he did not have the strength to resist the intentional or unintentional combined efforts of countless adults.

Asama leaned towards Shimajima. In the corner of the cramped carriage, he held the L-shaped walls on both sides with his hands and pulled the girl into his arms.

When the impact passed, Asama found that there was only room for him and Shimajima to stand.

There was no gap between the girl's soft body and Asama.

At such a close distance, Asama could easily identify the pleasant fragrance coming from the girl's body - the fragrance of materia medica, cardamom and orchid in the empty valley. This fragrance surrounded his five senses.

In the carriage with turbid air, Majima created for Asama the freshness and coolness of summer shade.

"Feel sorry."

"There is no need to apologize. On the contrary, I hope that I can encounter more luck like this in my life. Next, it's my turn to say sorry, flick my forehead or something, let's do it again in Jingshui after we get off the car."

Before Shimajima finished speaking, his head pressed against Asama's chest, his hands went around Asama's waist, and he hugged Asama tightly.

Some images in the dream overlap with reality.

In "Falling in Love with Him Who Doesn't Exist", the plot in the cave that was completed by her imagination became vivid again at this moment.

The girl, whose heartbeat was already at full capacity, heard Asama's heartbeat.

The rhythm of this heartbeat was enough to fill all the nights of her life.

Time, please, please go slower.

Time did not go as Majima Mai wished.

The subway has finally arrived.

Asama finally sent her to her door.

The continuous hug on the subway did not go as she wished.

Listening to his heartbeat, just when she wanted to say:

Jingshui, why, even though you can give everyone courage, don’t you have the courage to face your own heartbeat?

Asama only sighed slightly, his heartbeat returned to calm, and he separated from her when the passengers got off at the next stop.

The two of them looked at each other in the corner of the carriage.

The indifference and punishment she imagined did not appear. Shimajima understood that just like what happened this morning, Asama was taking care of her self-esteem.

"It's just a kiss and a hug between friends, so please don't take it too seriously."

Asama showed her fatigue and answered her with her original words,

"People who are too kind are easily hurt. So, is it you, Mai, who is really trampling on my conscience?"

The flush on Jiandao's pale face had not faded yet, but she mustered up the courage and said to Asama,

"I'm sorry, but I still have to make it clear that it is my sincerity that oppresses your conscience."

"If every sincerity was not let down, the world would have become a prison for philanthropists."

"It would be nice if I really was the [Demon King], leaving only you and me in the world. Then Shizui, you wouldn't have to worry about moral issues."

Asama flicked Shimajima's forehead again.

"Then [Demon King]-sama, please keep your character as unmotivated."

If this continues, I will have no choice but to send you on your way, or run away on my own.

"But the hug just now has already filled [Demon King] with magic power."

"Sir [Demon King], your energy can be used on more meaningful things."

Asama silently took out the study materials.

At the same time, he swore in his heart that if Immortal Sichuan asked him to take her home tomorrow, he would definitely choose to refuse. (End of chapter)