Tokyo Wingman King

The two people who walked out of the bookstore looked at each other.

Immortal River saw the lunch box in Asama's hand, smiled and pulled out a storage bag containing the lunch box from his backpack, shaking it at Asama.

"Love light~shot~~~"

Asama made a clean iron bridge to avoid the invisible ray, and kept leaning back, giving the Immortal River an expressionless expression.

"Robert-kun, your hat fell off~~~"

Fusukawa picked up the hat, put it on Asama, and carefully looked at Asama today.

Still that clean feeling of alienation.

Most of his white medium-length broken hair was rearranged and stuffed into a black hat.

A black cotton T-shirt printed with serif numbers [6] made up of countless monsters, denim cropped pants made of faded materials that look very soft visually, and black and white canvas shoes. The whole outfit is estimated to cost less than 6000 yen. The outfit he wore gave him a high-end street style look.

Clothing that means you can wear whatever you want has effectively penetrated the symbols monopolized by capital and brands.

Every photo in those fashion magazines and trendy media is filled with money, artificially constantly creating the illusion that money = beauty, but there is no sense of nobility that can be compared with the boy in front of me.

Maybe this is the reason why when she first saw him, she felt that he was so special as a destined person?
When she thought of going on a date with him today, happiness filled her body like a substance, pulling the corners of her mouth into a curve.

"Robert-kun, you look handsome today too~~~"

"I don't quite understand your taste, but thank you anyway. Orange-flavored F-san."

Immortal River also wore a hat today, but he put it away because he had to participate in an event in the morning. A white hat, a large one-shoulder floral short-sleeved shirt that exposes the collarbone, high-waisted orange A-line pants, and white platform shoes. The bright color scheme is full of summer dopamine, like a bottle of California oranges and Alaska. Orange soda made from crushed ice cubes.

Immortal River put away his lunch box, clasped the shoulder strap of his backpack with both hands, and turned it around.
"looks good?"

Asama looked into the distance,

"Very angry."

"Is that so good that it makes you shy and makes you speechless? Hehe~~~Thank you for the compliment~~~"

Fusukawa blinked at Asama, and the sunlight outside the eaves made her whole body shine as brightly as the sun.

Asama has always been curious about what kind of sunscreen Fusukawa uses, which can make her skin better than snow, so she can get close to the sun so unscrupulously.

A gust of fragrant wind came, and the Immortal River suddenly came in front of Asama, pushed Asama's wall to the corner of the street, and moved his hand from her head to Asama's forehead.

"By the way, Robert-kun has really grown a lot taller~ He's 1 meters tall, right?"

"Thanks to the shoes and insoles, are you too close, F-san?"

"Huhu~ Does Mr. Robert also have height anxiety?"

The Immortal River opened a little distance, but still maintained its wall-to-wall movement. Some city walkers who were visiting Minami Aoyama on the weekend couldn't help but look sideways - aren't the orange girls in Tokyo so pretty?
Asama looked at Fusukawa Rise, who was almost 1 meters tall. The soles of her shoes were only slightly taller than him.

"Are you also suffering from height anxiety when you wear shoes with such thick and heavy soles?"

"When I'm with Mr. Robert, my heart is always wandering. I need some ballast to keep me from flying away~"

Immortal River made a love gesture with his arms on his head, and his whole body was swaying as if he was really a hot air balloon about to fly into the sky.

Asama took the opportunity to escape from the wall of the Immortal River, breathed a sigh of relief and said,
"It's getting late, let's find a place to eat first."

"Yeah, Robert-kun's love bento can be considered a kind of ballast~~~"

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There are some exotic restaurants in Minami Aoyama, and the aroma of delicious food fills the streets.

I really want to eat.

Asama had breakfast a little after 6 o'clock in the morning, and now it's almost 2 o'clock, and her stomach is already hurting from hunger.

In addition, the weather in Tokyo in July is so hot that it can melt people.

According to the color of the clothes, it should smell like dark chocolate after melting, and the Immortal River smells like orange milk.

After wandering along the Immortal River for 5 minutes, the two of them found that there was no pocket park near Omotesando and Minami Aoyama, and they really couldn't find a place to eat bento.

"Find a cafe and order a glass of water."

Asama saw that the entrances of the trendy clothing stores on the roadside really didn't look like they would allow passers-by to sit on their chairs to have lunch. Instead, there were tables and chairs outside, so most of the places suitable for eating were coffee shops.

Fusukawa gently patted Asama's shoulder and pointed to a row of iron fences beside the road.

Behind the fence is a half-court basketball court where several people are playing basketball.

Next to the basketball court is a three-story building covered with ivy, surrounded by fences and cement walls.

Asama recognized the logo on the wall. It was the cross jewelry of the trendy brand Crow Heart that Togami Haruma liked to wear before.

Next to the wall is a staircase leading to the second floor of the building. It seems that there is no traffic and it can be used as a bench.

“Let’s eat here~~~”

Dede Qianma felt inexplicably grateful for the strength of Fusukawa's pat on the shoulder, and nodded.
"can."

The two sat down and immediately stood up.

Asama felt that his butt was 5 mature, and he and Fusukawa took out the lunch mat from their backpack at the same time, and the vitality idol showed him a super vitality happy smile again,

"Let's exchange love lunches~~~"

"No love, just lunch."

"Don't worry, I will find it in the food~"

After the two exchanged lunch boxes, Immortal River felt Asama's sincerity as always, and Asama felt Immortal River's sincere perfunctory attitude.

What’s the point of drawing hearts on rice with ketchup?

"Hehe~ A genuine love bento~ The other half of the heart is made with Mexican sweet and spicy sauce~ There is also a heart underneath the heart~"

Asama used chopsticks to stir up the sauce. Inside was a heart composed of chopped braised pork.

I took a bite and it was surprisingly good. I could taste the taste of prepared dishes.

Heart-shaped cucumbers, carrots, and crispy sausages were also found in the rice.

It's really hard for her to be so considerate.

Asama spent most of the time eating green plum rice balls made by Fusugawa, and his expectations for Fusugawa's cuisine were as low as the Kermadec Trench in the South Pacific.

Immortal River hummed while tasting Asama's luminous dishes.

I couldn't tell what song she was humming, but the melody was very light and catchy.

For the classical aesthetic that Asama has established for his ears over the years, the Immortal River is simply a trebuchet, Trojan horse, and TNT level destroyer!
"Eat Robert's heart one bite at a time~"

Is your Poch upper body?
Seeing Asama's slightly disgusted look, Fusukawa smiled and said,
"Robert-kun, do you know? Mr. Murakami said this: [Vacations and friends are the two best things in life.] Now, I have the best vacations and the best friends~ "

"Yeah, I'm torn between being something and not being something."

"Huhu~ Mr. Robert, if you talk too much for no reason, you will have nightmares~"

The two quickly finished their bento and discussed what to eat for dinner. Fusugawa proposed a [street begging challenge without spending a penny], but Asama refused.

"That's right, Robert-kun, let me show you something interesting."

Immortal Sichuan handed over his mobile phone, which was the Amazon auction page.

Asama recognized the product on the page that had already fetched a sky-high price of 1 million yen - the bass drum he performed at the festival last night.

It seems that it was cut out along with the stage overnight and put up for auction on Amazon. The details page of the auction item also states that [ASAMASAMA Hateful Eyes Private Special] will be given as a gift.

Which psycho did this?

Which idiot is so prodigal as to spend 100 million?
Why does this 1 million yen have nothing to do with him as the user and the person who signed the auction item?

call out----

A flying basketball interrupted Asama's thoughts.

The goalkeeper skill was activated, and Asama blocked the Immortal River with one hand and caught the basketball flying towards her face.

"Good answer! Do you want to play together?"

Several people dressed in hip-hop outfits came out of the basketball court.

"No."

"Cut - a soft egg."

Asama sighed, this was the retribution for going shopping and dating with a beautiful girl.

Fusukawa patted Asama on the shoulder and said to a group of men and women opposite,
"2V2, okay?"

This kind of feud is a waste of time.

"I won't participate."

Several boys across from him showed uniform expressions of contempt.

"Robert-kun, isn't it super profitable to play basketball? Don't you want to make them look good?"

No, I'm not great. Don't be fooled by the rumors. I don't even have lv.1 skills.

"If you want to play basketball, find a time to invite Yuehai and the others out and play with you."

Asama snapped his fingers more than ten times and threw the ball into the sky.

Under the strong sunlight, the basketball soared into the sky, rising into a small red dot that no one could see clearly even with squinting eyes, and then gradually grew larger and quickly fell down.

"Come on!"

Asama judged that he couldn't get into the basket, so he pulled Fusukawa and started running.

Behind him, after the sound of a basketball hitting the ground, there was another sound of glass breaking.

On a hot day, Fusukawa followed Asama through the lanes of Minami Aoyama, laughing until he was out of breath.

Today's date is at the National Museum of Fine Arts.

The theme of the exhibition is "Light-Light from Impressionism to Modernity". The museum will gather rich works of artists from different eras and regions, such as painting, photography, video, installation, dynamic art, and installation art, to explore how human beings contribute to the brilliance of light. Attracted by various characteristics.

It is simply the home field of Immortal River.

In Asama's stereotype of the Immortal River, light is her personal IP.

I want to ask why Asama doesn't go to the Nezu Museum of Art, which is only less than 200 meters away from the two of them.

Immortal River's answer was - "I'm pursuing modernity~"

Asama also had no interest in the Nezu Museum. He had visited it when he first came to Tokyo. Although the Zen garden is very pleasant, the large number of Buddhist statues and Song paintings in the museum made him heartbroken when he saw it. I wonder if the Egyptians would feel the same pain when visiting the British Museum and seeing various cultural relics from their own country turned into other people's treasures.

The National New Museum of Art is also in Minato City, less than 3 kilometers away from Asama and the others.

But after running all the way after dinner, Asama really couldn't muster the energy to continue walking. Fusukawa expressed his approval of the decision to take the subway.

Fusukawa pressed Asama's arm and introduced him to the works in the exhibition in advance, but Asama was troubled by the matter of "when did he receive the lawyer's letter claiming compensation from Krossin".

The act of throwing the ball vigorously and failing to shoot the basket proved that the long-range hits in the basketball game were just luck, and the goddess of luck (skill) and luck (ability) was not by his side today.

Perhaps it was the happy expressions on the girls' faces when they received the dolls that confused him yesterday. Perhaps the superficial desire to show off in front of cute girls eroded him.

In short, today's aloofness index dropped seriously, and Asama kept thinking about herself three, six, and nine times in her heart.

Fusukawa on the side stopped chattering, pressed his hat, and pulled Asama's sleeves.
"Robert-kun, it's impolite to be distracted when you're dating a beautiful girl~"

"Uh sorry."

Immortal River changed his face at the speed of light, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile,
"Since you apologize to me, why don't you do something that will make me happy?"

"Something that would make you happy?"

"For example, carry me on your back when walking, change shoes with me, give me half of your headphones but play the songs I like to listen to, buy two cups of bubble milk tea, you drink half a cup and I drink a cup and a half, dye your hair the same color with me, Watch "Pumping Heart" with me and read the lines in it [One day you will meet a person as gorgeous as a rainbow. When you meet this person, you will feel that everyone else is just a cloud]."

Asama expressionlessly recited the 20 things that made her happy that Fusugawa had said without thinking, and then looked at her,
".Isn't this something that friends can do?"

"Huh~ It's very happy that Robert-kun is back to the machine version~~~"

Fusukawa winked at Asama again with an expression that said he would let you go.

Asama feels that the electricity emitted from the eyes of the Immortal River can run all the subways in Tokyo for at least a week.

His heart was paralyzed.

Asama entered the repeater mode, and together with the Immortal River, they skipped the requirements that the Immortal River had just mentioned that were suitable for couple interaction.

The two of them swiped their cards to enter the station and squeezed onto the Chiyoda Line subway leading to Nogizaka.

Just like he had protected Futami and Majima, Asama protected the energetic idol in the corner of the carriage that attracted attention along the way.

"I got hit by the reverse wall~ Hehe, it seems that Robert-kun and I are indeed in a two-way relationship~"

If you say a few more words, we will end our relationship!
Just one stop away, the two got off the bus quickly. Fusukawa turned around and smiled at Asama,

"Robert, I really like taking the subway~ The subway is a super invention that takes both efficiency and fairness into account~~~"

"How do I feel that the subway is a dirty blood vessel created by capitalists that sends social animals to their workstations?"

"If you didn't use it to work, you wouldn't have such thoughts~ In addition, the Soviet Union, which had no capitalists, also built a lot of subway lines. Many subway stations in Moscow are super cool!"

"The Soviet Union no longer exists, and the Moscow Metro already belongs to the capitalists."

"Isn't it state-owned? Isn't Keynesianism becoming more and more popular in capitalist countries?"

"Keynesianism only makes it easier for capitalists to monopolize and overdraw the future. In fact, the managers of those countries are capitalists themselves. Think about it this way, in today's world, capitalists are already versatile."

"Hmm~~~Especially the street lights."

The two told each other a few more Soviet jokes. Some people called Khrushchev an idiot, and some people were saved by calling Brezhnev. The laughter of the Immortal River never stopped.

The ambiguous atmosphere that had been brewing from the beginning was forgotten by the two of them as their heartbeats returned to calmness.

After making a big circle, we entered from the main entrance of the National Museum of Fine Arts.

The protagonist of the exhibition is the British painter William Turner.

This master of Enlightenment Impressionism is as important in the hearts of the British as Picasso, Monet, and Van Gogh.

Some people call him the magician of light.

People often compare Turner's "Sunrise" with Monet's "Impression of Sunrise".

There is always a hazy mist of water vapor in his paintings, giving Asama the suffocating feeling of being in a sauna.

The world-destroying contrast of light and dark in John Martin's "Destroyed Pompeii and Herculaneum" is actually heartbreaking.

The Danish painter Hammershoi's paintings have also been exhibited in large numbers. From the perspective of an outsider, Asama feels that he has the same loneliness as Edward Hopper, who drew inspiration from the Immortal River.

A lonely person, a clean room, and a window that shines light into the house.
Perhaps Hopper was also moved by Hammershoi's paintings.

Fusukawa and Asama talked about the technical characteristics of Hammershoi and Hopper, as well as Cézanne, Schiele, and Morandi.
There has never been a shortage of lonely masters in the art world. Through solitude, they enjoy a state of independence, freedom, and no interruption from the outside world, like meditation.

The two paused for a long time in front of the painting "Ophelia" by John Millais, the leader of the Pre-Raphaelite movement.

"Robert, do you know? Every flower painted by Millais has a meaning~ The weeping willow leaning on Ophelia symbolizes the powerless unrequited love for Hamlet; the nettles on the willow branches represent pain. ; The daisies floating on Ophelia's right hand represent her innocence; the pink roses floating on her cheeks and skirt and the white field roses growing on the river bank symbolize the youth, love and beauty of the girl. And Ophelia The violets around Philia's neck are a symbol of loyalty."

There are not 100 but 80 famous painters who have painted Ophelia in the world. Asama didn't feel much about the painting.

It depicts the theme of death, but there is no feeling of death at all. Instead, it smells like a religious model posing for a photo.

"It looked more like taking a bath with clothes on than dying."

Fusukawa turned his head and looked at Asama's profile, which was colder than Hamlet, and smiled,

"Huhu~ So, who killed Ophelia?"

Asama crossed his chest and commented sharply.

"Her name is simple stupidity, her name is obedient cowardice, and her name is pious laziness."

"Robert-kun looks more ruthless than Prince Hamlet."

"I'm not as bitter and hateful as he is, and I'm not a prince either."

"In Marx's words, [a king is not born a king, but the people treat him as a king, so he becomes a king.] Mr. Robert, in our opinion, you are more like a prince than any prince~"

"Ah-"

Asama cooperated and croaked.

Immortal River was amused again,

"There is no princess here to remove the magic for you~"

The two continued to roam the art gallery,

Vase with built-in light,
In a room with extremely low temperature, under the light from the top, the silk curtain is constantly swinging in the wind.
Works from the Bauhaus School that analyze the color and geometric composition of light.
The time they spend looking at each work is several times longer than those who come to check in and take photos.

But Asama does not despise those young girls who just take a picture with the works and leave.

Because something like beauty should not be over-interpreted.

Take a look, take pictures, remember, and the role of talking about aesthetic education will gradually become apparent.

In Asama’s view, no one has the right to advise or demand other people’s aesthetic styles. Because the aesthetic way is the way of life, this kind of thing can only be decided by yourself.

After visiting the seven exhibition halls, he and Immortal River looked at some collections that had nothing to do with the theme exhibition.

Immortal River pointed at a clumsy earthen figurine that looked like "Venus of Willendorf", holding a stone ax and with a dull expression, and said with a smile,

"Robert-kun looks a lot like this earthen figurine~~~"

Do you want me to split you in half with this stone axe?
"Robert-kun, do you think that the tense and solemn atmosphere created by the historical collections in the museum area is not bad~"

"History itself is a heavy thing."

"Hahaha, Mr. Robert seems to be the host of an educational program~~~This is NHK TV station, and I am the reporter Fusigawa. May I ask, Professor Robert, what do you think of history?"

Fusukawa rolled up his hat as a microphone and shouted in front of Asama's face.

"History is the names of dead people."

"Oh! Here comes the ruthless deconstruction!"

"I say history makes people wise."

"A pragmatic statement~"

It is indeed rare to spend 4 hours in one exhibition like Asama and Fusukawa.

Although the museum only closes at 8 o'clock on Saturday, there are not many people in the museum.

The two returned to the entrance and looked at the rectangular glass of Japan's largest art museum, filtering out streaks of orange light from the setting sun.

The Immortal River, dressed in orange, seems to be the epitome of the evening light.

Asama and Fusukawa were sitting on chairs by the window, chatting about the works of Kisho Kurokawa, the architect of the National New Museum of Art, and Kashiwa Sato, the museum's [new] LOGO designer.

Bauhaus elements such as glass, steel, cement, and geometry are really everywhere in Japan.

The reason why I sat near the door and didn't go out was because the Immortal River had inspired me to draw something.

"Huh~ I read a lot of works today~ Plus I communicated with Professor Robert, and the inspiration in my head can no longer hold any more~"

The girl holds a pen and makes a rough draft on the 8k size sketch paper.

After Asama confirmed that it was not a portrait, he sat back down and asked,
"Tokyo Turner F-san, are you going to change your profession to a light magician here?"

"Robert-kun, can you change your profession to water magician first~"

Asama understood and went to the vending machine to buy a bottle of mineral water and a can of grape-flavored Fanta.

"Sang F, can you recognize the brand when you drink mineral water?"

“Aren’t brands, like most of the exhibits in this art gallery, a game of capital?”

"Then you still join this game?"

"Drinking water is drinking water, singing is singing, painting is painting, the light we bathe in is light, not some god turning on the flash of the mobile phone. Just read the content and ignore the aura outside the content, then it will be fine~"

While chatting, Immortal River rubbed his pencil against the drawing paper, making a salsa sound.

I really envy her ability to do two things.

Without disturbing her, Asama took out "Python Programming from Introduction to Practice".

Jiandao's bookmark fell out. Unexpectedly, the bookmark was double-layered. When he opened it, there was a paragraph written inside——

"We cannot see all the snow that falls in a person's life. Everyone spends the winter alone in his own life. But when I looked up, the Milky Way seemed to pour into my heart with a crash.

Sometimes, you are the umbrella, sometimes, you are the Milky Way. "

The first half of the sentence is written by Kawabata Yasunari.

The emotional words seemed to be dancing on the paper. He rubbed the bookmark with one hand, pressed the words, and continued to read the programming book.

I was thinking in my head, if the system doesn’t give me certification Level 1 when learning IT, does it mean I haven’t learned it yet?

If so, this broken system is a timetable for Asama Shisui to improve himself through his own efforts.

Maybe it was the memorandum that Shizui Asama was transformed into a non-human being by the great Myojin.

As I looked at the book in my hand, the fragrance on my nose suddenly became stronger.

Fusukawa crossed the table and pressed his body in front of him. He touched Asama's face with both hands, holding a pencil in one hand.

"What are you doing?"

A meteorite hit Asama's heart.

"Borrow me some light~~~"

She stared into Asama's eyes and smiled.

Instead, there was a flowing glimmer of light in her eyes - a light as if God took out his mobile phone and turned on the flashlight called destiny. (End of chapter)