Tokyo Wingman King

The foreign man with black hair, black eyes, and beard didn't even look at Asama next to him.

Apparently others regard it as air.

This guy is probably an Internet celebrity.

The way he walked toward Asama and the others with his bastard steps caused some unknown women to scream and watch.

The internet celebrity man showed no reaction to Erjian, so he took out his mobile phone and showed Erjian his YouTube homepage.

"Don't you believe it? Come on, take a look."

Asama took the opportunity to peek at the screen, um, 30 fans.

He doesn't even have his own team behind him.

small role.

Er Jian unknowingly switched to the state of Ying and Bingmei.

This girl, whose social circle is no larger than the size of a parasol above her head, really has nothing to do with these frivolous social cows.

The internet celebrity man was still staring at Futami's face with what he thought was an affectionate fake look, chattering incessantly.

"Actually, I noticed you there a long time ago. I thought that if I didn't come to find you, I would never see you again in this life, and I would regret it for the rest of my life. You don't know, you are in my heart, just like The waves on the beach are just as beautiful, white, soft and unpredictable.”

Hello! Isn't this the pick-up technique in the love notes I published?

"Your swimsuit is also so special, simple yet sexy."

After seeing no reaction for the second time, the internet celebrity man knew that these high-level beautiful girls were already immune to chatting up and complimenting him, so he circled back and said,
“My challenge is to make friends with and kiss the most beautiful girls from 100 countries. If you are rejected, the challenge will be declared failed.

Japan is my 78th stop, but I have been in this country for 7 days. If it weren't for your appearance, I'm afraid I would have left Japan tonight.

Thank God He allowed you to appear before me. But you know what? At this moment, I think making friends with you may be more important than the mission. "

The internet celebrity man handed Erjian his mobile phone again, wanting to add him as a friend.

Futami's ice-like expression finally melted. Under the surprised gaze of the internet celebrity, she took off her two earphones, looked at Asama, and said in French,
"Jingshui-kun, what is this man talking about? Is he using a QR code to beg for food?"

Qianjian finally waited for the will of the great god, his heart dropped, he smiled and shrugged, and replied in French,
"C'est la vie. This is life, it's all forced by life."

"Can you clean it up for me?"

"At your service, my lady."

The Internet-famous man who didn't know that he was being treated as foreign trash on the beach was grabbed by Asama's shoulders, and Futami covered his chest and screamed in cooperation.

Asama smiled and said to the confused internet celebrity man in English,
"I also think her swimsuit is special - because if you look at it in a nasty way, you're going to be hurt in a holy, real way - like this."

The internet celebrity man's eyes suddenly turned upside down.

Onlookers on the beach witnessed a one-sided beating that was later described as a misunderstanding and game playing by both sides.

A white-haired Japanese boy threw an adult foreign friend to the beach like a rag doll, then rode on the foreign friend who turned into a slime monster, and skillfully removed his arms while smiling. , while rubbing the face of foreign friends with sand.

"You think Oriental girls are easy to deceive, don't you? The sand containing sea salt should be able to rub your thick skin thin and disinfect it at the same time."

The white-haired boy pinched the foreign friend's face again, and the foreign friend felt as if his mandible was about to be crushed by Asama.

"I have a lot of energy here. It would be easier to kill you than to crush an ant to death. The footage of you reaching out to my sister's chest just now has been filmed. There is no point in calling the police."

"If you want to take your hand back, just be obedient and kneel down to my sister later to apologize. Do you understand the Eastern way of apologizing?"

A set of physical combos and mental combos confused foreign friends.

After trying many times in Singapore, the Philippines, and South Korea, he felt a fire rising in his chest.

how dare you? !

But the fire was quickly extinguished by himself.

Because he was lying on the beach, his ankles were stepped on by the white-haired boy and he couldn't move. He saw another group of foreign friends running over to seek justice for him. However, they were divided into two by the white-haired boy, who picked them up one by one like throwing sandbags. One was thrown away.

The internet celebrity men were also scared out of their wits.

The demon-like white-haired young man finished cleaning up those brave men, then sat down on him slowly, snapped his fingers more than 20 times, and smiled at him,
"You want to play a game with me later, rock-paper-scissors, okay? Just think of it as a competition, best of three. If I win, I'll kneel down and apologize to my sister. If you win, you don't have to kneel. I understand. ?"

The internet celebrity man nodded like a fool, and after listening to Asama's 5-minute lecture, his left arm was reattached.

Asama gave the internet celebrity man six more chances, but the internet celebrity man, who had never experienced even a draw, could only choose to kneel down and apologize to Futami honestly.

After apologizing, the internet celebrity, under Asama’s education and supervision, decisively canceled his trip to China and booked a flight from Tokyo to Miami tonight.

I don’t know why, despite being treated cruelly, the internet celebrity actually developed a slight respect for this white-haired boy - standing up for his beautiful sister and fighting a group of strong men is indeed very manly.

It would be better if you could help me reattach my other dislocated arm.

Just as he was thinking this, the internet celebrity man looked at the white-haired boy with a smile and walked towards the strong men who were making a comeback.

At 10:46 in the morning,
After Asama removed 12 arms and reinstalled 6 arms, Zushi Beach completed the reconciliation between East and West.

The space occupied by foreign friends was also vacated.

The children played football, walked the dog, and piled sand there, and had a great time.

The resources of girls occupied by foreign friends were also liberated, and the Japanese men who were hiding as mushrooms in the House of the Sea were also indirectly liberated.

At this moment, Asama didn't know that his actions would be uploaded as a video in the future, and would be called [Shiro Yaksha, the Patriot of Anti-Barbarians] by a group of good people.

Someone even launched an online petition, hoping to find ShiroYasha himself and work with ShiroYasha to destroy the nearby Yokosuka military base.

Asama sat back on the beach mat, put on the sunglasses given to him by Majima, and prepared to read.

The college students who had previously struck up a conversation at Umi House came over and enthusiastically offered cold drinks to Asama and Futami, but Asama refused.

"Brother, what you did just now was so cool. Can you teach us two moves?"

"No."

"Um, can you add me as a friend?"

"No."

"Can you be my brother-in-law?"

"roll."

The four college students returned to the outdoor table of the House of the Sea with their drinks in despair.

Asama's eyes returned to Futami's little face.

Admiration, love, excitement, and apology are mixed in a pair of shining star eyes.

"Jingshui-kun refused very simply~"

Averting his eyes and looking at a young surfer in the distance who lost his balance and fell into the waves, Asama replied,

"The drink handed to me by a stranger, who knows what was added to it."

He paused and asked again,
"Why didn't you refuse just now?"

I want to see Shizui-kun look jealous.

Of course Er Jian would not say it directly.
"I'm sorry, Shizui-kun, for making you worry."

"If you hate it, just show it early. Some people don't deserve your tolerance for them. Silence will only make their evil deeds worse."

Futoko smiled proudly at the words, took off his sun protection clothes, moved his buttocks, and came next to Asama, looking at Asama with extremely trusting eyes.

"Because, Shizui-kun will protect me, right?"

"."

Asama began to admire Dai Mingshen's ability to grasp key points more and more.

"You also have to learn to protect yourself. After all, I can't be with you every day."

"But I can follow Jingshui-kun every day. As long as Jingshui-kun doesn't object, I can go back to Ito with you tomorrow."

"be opposed to."

"Well--"

The two of them declined invitations from several groups and quietly drank cold brewed tea, blowing the sea breeze and feeling the summer atmosphere on the beach.

Because Asama had just shown off his power, the tents and parasols in front of them were removed and moved to the central area of ​​the beach.

The temperature climbed steadily at noon, but the air visibility became higher, and the shadow of Mount Fuji in Shizuoka Prefecture could be seen on the other side of the sea.

"It's so cool."

No wonder those who surf, their skin color has been tanned to the point of racial change from a distance.

"Jingsui-kun, do you want to put on sunscreen? I'll put it on for you~"

"Need not."

"Can you put sunscreen on me?"

Asama opened the bottle of sunscreen, checked the smell and smelled it.

"Isn't it already painted?"

"Well--"

But thinking of Asama smelling the bottle, Futami's ears turned red, as if he was sniffing against her body.

Futami repeated his old trick, putting headphones into Asama's ears and playing an unknown and unfamiliar song.

The style is probably rock and roll, but the guitar is not an electric guitar, and the strumming method makes the song sound like ocean waves.

"Does it sound good?"

Not nice.

"Okay, is this rock'n'roll?"

"Surf rock is an important rock genre born in the 60s~"

"understood."

"Does Shizui-kun know how to surf?"

"will not."

"really?"

"You don't even have the interest to try [can't]. Tsukiumi, can you do it?"

"Same as Shizui-kun. But if Shizui-kun likes surfing, then I will definitely become interested in it."

"I neither like [rush] nor [wave], nor do I have the desire to be a [beach (bitch) boy]."

Avoiding Futami's eyes again, Asama saw a primary school student holding a large surfboard that did not match his body shape, stepping on the light yellow sand, walking towards the sea.

The brother who was with him before was talking and laughing with a girl.

Seeing that the lifeguard sitting high on the lifeguard chair was already paying attention to the elementary school student, Asama retracted his gaze and returned his gaze to the book.

"Jingshui-kun, actually, I'm quite afraid of the sea. It's strange. There is sea in the name. So, I used to envy those surfers. But after meeting Jingshui-kun, I'm not afraid of the sea at all."

"Want to go surfing then?"

Asama tilted his head to look at Futami, meeting Futami's gaze.

The girl nodded and smiled softly,
"Let's talk about it in the afternoon~"

The two were silent for a moment, and Futami rested her head on Asama's arm again.

The body and hair fragrance mixed with laurel, citrus and cedar is like planting a quiet garden under the beach umbrella, and the sea breeze also smells better.

Just smelling the scent of Er Jian can cut off all the noise on the beach.

Feeling Asama's deltoid muscles stiffen, Futami muttered tiredly,
"Let me sleep a little longer."

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable to sleep lying down?"

"Will Shizui-kun lie down with me?"

"It's not easy to read while lying down."

"It feels insecure to sleep alone. This is good. Thank you, Onii-sama."

The girl closed her eyes again, thinking silently in her heart - touch me more, hold me, hug me, hold me. This is why I am so eager to be close to you.

Asama relaxed his shoulder muscles, and his entire left hand, which could not move, acted politely as Futami's pillow.

He sighed inwardly.

What happened just now was probably because she wanted to see if she would be jealous. She had a good sense of the scale, and she was completely fooled.

In the subsequent question and answer session, there was no return.

The name [protection] only made him feel ashamed. Later, when it came to rock and surfing, he felt that Er Jian was guiding and accommodating him.

He rarely shared his world with her.

In fact, he was enjoying the second sight and monopolizing the second sight, and she acquiesced to this possessiveness and responded.

[Silence will only make them worse. ]
How can I give her a clear rejection again without hurting her?

How can we define the relationship between two people as [friends]?
When can we let go of selfish desires and gain true freedom?

Unable to find the answer, Qianjian, a mediocre person, fled into a book.

The difference between Heidegger's ontology [freedom] of "letting be free" and the [freedom] "possessed by the subject" based on the traditional correspondence theory of truth is that "it is freedom that possesses people, not people." Possessing freedom." Therefore, the phenomenon of [dating consumes Asama Shizui, rather than Asama Shizui consuming dates] in these two days has been explained.

Marx also pointed out the paradox of modernity that "the individual is being ruled by abstraction." The pursuit of abstract things such as capital, power, civilized order, and ideology will inevitably be ruled by abstraction. Of course, this also includes such ghosts as love, justice, and the power of shadow.

However, those who return to nature and history may be more abstract than abstract in the eyes of the modern public.

It seems that I need to live a more abstract life.

So, do you want to give the great god who is pretending to sleep a big dick?
Forget it, it will hurt.

Tell her, "I am no different from a dead person now, I am not someone worthy of you"?

That kind of thing is useless, right?

In fact, no matter what he says or does, Erjian's decision will not change.

If [lifelong friends] were to continue in this form.
I can't stand the book anymore.

Asama raised her head,
In addition to dog walkers, there are also hawkers on Zushi Beach.

As soon as the eagle flew, all the white seagulls in the sky disappeared.

Several eagles soared over the sailboard and chirped a few times like they were showing off.

A hunting falcon landed in front of Asama and Futami, looked at each other with Asama, stayed there for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away.

It is said that staring at wild animals is a provocative behavior.

There are also videos online of adult male gorillas or lions unwilling to look at themselves in the mirror for fear of conflict.

Probably because domestic falcons are relatively close to each other, this kind of raptor, which was regarded by ancient Greece as the incarnation of Horus, does not want to cause trouble.

Doesn’t a domesticated hawk flying into the sky count as freedom?

With Futami Daimyojin leaning against him like this, Asama stared at the sea in a daze.

"Moon Sea, Moon Sea?"

Asama tapped Futami's forehead with his right hand.

There was a thin layer of sweat floating on it.

Er Jian, who didn't know whether he was really awake or pretending to be awake, rubbed his eyes.

"Excuse me, Shizui-kun, what time is it already?"

"At half past twelve, let's go have lunch? Didn't you have nothing for breakfast?"

"Ah."

The book was left on the beach mat. Asama and Futami put on their hats and prepared to have lunch at the Umi House behind them.

Because of the lack of air-conditioning in Sea House, most people, except for the financially strapped student party, are willing to walk a few steps to eat in the restaurants across the road.

Approaching the House of the Sea, the air-conditioned area was overcrowded, but there was no one in the outdoor area.

Some people ordered some drinks and snacks in the Sea House, or just drinks, and sat quietly near the air-conditioning outlet of the Sea House to enjoy their packed lunch.

This didn't even drive people away, the boss was quite generous.

Hearing that the boss didn't have strange flavors like grape-flavored Fanta, Asama regretfully ordered a cup of iced barley tea.

Watching the boss skillfully pour Itoen's barley tea into a glass with ice cubes, add a few dried chrysanthemums, and insert a straw, the price tripled.

I have to admire that Zushi Beach is indeed a popular scenic spot. In addition, take back the boss’s arrogant words.

Ermi ordered a glass of lemonade.

The ice-filled drink quickly left water stains on the table.

The weather is really hot. Asama took off his hat, and Futami unzipped his sun protection suit a little.

The two of them stared at the menu in a daze.

Although they said they could just go to the Five Zang Temple, but after the illustrations were attached to the menu, their desire to order was greatly reduced.

"Well-if I had known better, I would have brought a lunch box."

The Great Mingshen, who had a cold expression a second ago, now has bulging cheeks and a look of regret.

"Eat whatever you want, I'll order it for you."

"Okay, please, Shizui-kun."

Asama picked up the menu and found the boss.

"Boss, I want to make fried noodles."

"what?"

"I'll pay the money, but I have to fry the noodles myself, no problem."

"what?"

After taking the 5000 yen note handed over by Asama, the boss reacted.

If you are such a good fighter, you must be good at eating meat. If you just put in seafood and meat, wouldn’t I suffer a big loss?
"Okay! But as for the side dishes, let our chef do it."

Asama nodded, looked at the iron plate of fried noodles at the door of the store, and asked,

“Boss, do you have any Chinese wok here?”

"Yes, in the kitchen."

The boss led Asama into the kitchen, pulled over a young chef, and said to him,
"This guy wants to stir-fry his own noodles. Tell him what ingredients to put in and let him stir-fry them himself."

"No, just tell me where the ingredients are and I'll prepare the food myself. Also, don't worry, boss, the ingredients won't be wasted."

"Ah this."

Asama handed the boss another 2000 yen, and the boss turned from worry to joy, gave the young chef a few words, and left the kitchen.

The young chef and another middle-aged chef in the kitchen looked at the white-haired boy in disbelief.

Why is this still happening? Pay the extra price to cook and eat?

After Asama and Futami sent a message to go to the toilet, they didn't bother to prepare the food themselves. They communicated with the chefs about the ingredients at the speed of light.

After spending 8000 yen, it was equivalent to going to a restaurant with sufficient air conditioning.

The prepared mussels, oysters, octopus legs, and squid rings are fried in hot oil in a shallow frying pan.
After the white shrimps are steamed with their heads and threads removed, the noodles are steamed and then boiled, then mixed with sesame oil and cooled.

After frying the shrimp head oil in the Chinese wok, use the shrimp oil to stir-fry the bacon. After frying until caramel, add the shrimp and stir-fry quickly.
Put the noodles, shredded eggs, shredded carrots, and shredded cabbage into the pot, stir-fry over high heat, add the prepared soy sauce in a shallow layer, and continue to stir-fry until the oil reaches a height of 1 meter. All the chefs took a step back in fear.

Looking at the white-haired boy who was naked and making noodles but looking like a master, the young chef finally couldn't help but ask,

"Can I take a photo?"

"No."

Asama coldly declined the filming request.

Add seafood and stir-fry for 2 minutes, add scallion oil, plate, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and finish in one go.

The ingredients, condiments, and processes were obviously the same as what they usually made, but the tangy aroma made the two chefs in the kitchen swallow their saliva in unison.

The middle-aged chef, who had studied cooking in Hong Kong, couldn't help shouting in Cantonese,

"Are you the God of Cookery? Look at me, boss!"

"Hong Kong people?"

"Japanese."

"Don't look at it."

Asama asked the young chef to call for the dishes, while he took the lead.

After going around the dressing room to wash away the pot smell, Asama returned to the table outside.

It took a total of 25 minutes, but it was obvious that I had been away for too long. Er Jian was pestered by three black surfer boys.

The deterrent force of driving away foreigners cannot stop us from opening our eyes.

"Little sister, after talking for so long, why hasn't your boyfriend come yet? Could it be that he just made it up casually? Don't be afraid, we are all good people. Just play with us~ How about taking you surfing? "

Futami showed a cold look that Asama had never seen before.

"I'm not interested in black maggots."

"Wow, this contemptuous look looks more and more like those young ladies in Tokyo. Interesting, interesting."

"Can I just trouble Shizui-kun?"

Erjian, who had practiced some self-defense skills, felt that she was no match for these three people, and no one came to help her despite the loud scolding before.

The girl chose to pick up her phone, but was photographed.

"Miss, he said we are good people, what? Do you want to call the police?"

After nearly 10 minutes of entanglement, a black surfer lost his patience. Seeing that there were only two people in the swing area, and no one else looked there, he smiled evilly and stretched out his hand.

But the severe pain in his wrist immediately stopped him from laughing.

His right hand was actually grabbed by a guy whose arm was half as thick as his.

"What are you doing to my sister? You bastard—"

Futami had never seen such a cold face on Asama, and had never heard such a low voice.

Obviously she dropped her phone on the ground and the back of her hand still hurt, so all her attention was focused on him.

【Ding】

[Acquire skills, street fighting lv.1]

[Acquire skills, ancient Mu-style martial arts lv.1]

"What the hell are you doing!"

When another black surfer saw his companion being restrained, he flicked his tongue and punched him.

With a click, Asama sprained one person's wrist, kicked his knee, took the other person's fist, and used skilled judo skills to throw him to the sand, and then hit the two fallen people on the diaphragm. At the membrane, each of the men and women delivered a blow that was like a fist-breaking [Gu Muliu Mystery. Tiger Falling].

Even though he had restrained his strength, it was still like opening champagne, causing the two of them to vomit.

Looking at the third person who was stunned and speechless, Asama just slapped him.
"Apologise, and then take them to the hospital before I regret it."

After surfing Heipi No. 3 apologized to Er Jian, he grabbed Heipi No. 1 and Heisi No. 2 and ran away.

After handling the beach garbage, Asama looked back at the waiter who was holding two plates of fried noodles and did not dare to approach, and said,

"Put it on. It won't taste good if the noodles are cold."

After two fights in three hours, Asama was a little worried about the scum-absorbing physique of the Great Myojin.

Does it take three years of high school to transform the second-seeing Daimyojin into the second-seeing Martial God before he can leave with peace of mind?
"I'm sorry, Jingshui-kun, I refused the first time."

"It's not your problem, just eat noodles."

The two of them tasted their lunch amidst the buzz of diners in the air-conditioned area.

After Futami took a bite, he understood why Asama took so long to go to the toilet for half an hour.

"Did this smell mean that Shizui-kun just went to help me make lunch?"

".Um."

He was immediately seen through, and Asama felt that he was stupider than a thief who had concealed his identity and was extremely embarrassed.

"Next time, remember to ask me to go with you. Don't leave me alone."

Asama looked at Futami, the girl's eyes were as deep as the sea.

He swallowed the shrimp and responded in a muffled voice,

".Hmm." (End of chapter)