Tokyo Wingman King

After lunch, Asama and Futami hid under the umbrella again, drinking the cold brew tea Asama made at home in the early morning.

The owner of Umi House added water and ice cubes to Asama's kettle.

Er Jian took a sip of tea with the lid of the pot and said with a smile,

"Shizui-kun's tea tastes better~"

"I'll give you some of this tea later. Making cold brew tea doesn't require any skills."

"The tea brewed by Mr. Jingshui is delicious. Cheers~"

Asama clinked glasses with Futami with a numb look on his face.

The sound of the waves came one after another, as if the high wall of the Maginot Line in his mind was crumbling kilometer by kilometer.

He is still reviewing himself.

The possessive desire for beauty has already made me suffer enough in my previous life. Is it really hard to change my nature?

He didn't want to give in to his desire, but today's desire made his face swollen.

However, he couldn't even admit this desire.

Because this is just a ball of desire, because this is not the desire for a person.

This desire is unfair and even cruel to the girls who come with love wholeheartedly.

I don’t know how much of these selfish desires of fraternity hidden behind rejection and suspicion are written in their eyes, and how much of them are seen by them.

He doesn't know anymore.

He completely lost the detachment he had when doing love counseling.

Hermann Hesse's cry "I must leave, I must travel far, my heart must go to freedom" echoed in my mind.

Asama quickly dismissed the words in his mind.

Start well and end well.

You have made the beginning, and you must not leave before the results come out. That was downright damaging.

The best ending is that they don't need any ending given by others (including him), they can find the state they want by themselves.

They don't belong anywhere, they don't belong to anyone, they belong to themselves.

Their non-subjective tendencies make Asama very restrained in making suggestions.

In fact, the goal has been set long ago, which is to help them stay away from love and find their own pursuits in life.

It's just that I am ignorant and have no skills, so I can't deal with their long-term offensive. Instead, I wallow in the quagmire of desire like a pig.

In the movie "Barbie", the male protagonist Ken did not become a couple with the female protagonist Barbie in the end. Why can't they respect him as much as Ken respects Barbie?

"Onii-sama, if you feel uncomfortable, how about we take a walk together?"

Looking at Futami's caring eyes, Asama nodded, took off his sunglasses and put them into his girdle pocket.

So, is the person who was boiled a frog in warm water actually himself?
"it is good."

Futami finished the tea in the cup, handed it back to Asama, put on her hat, carried her Chanel denim handbag, patted her sun protection clothes, and stood up.

Asama tidied up her things, picked up a drawstring bag containing a water bottle and sundries, and followed Futami, walking towards the seaside step by step.

The position of the sun has moved westward, breaking into the picture of sky, mountains and sea on the Zushi coast.

After passing through the crowd of twos and threes, the two of them walked towards the south. Some people who recognized them as the brother and sister who were causing trouble immediately stayed away.

The waves came one after another, reaching the ankles of the two of them. Some sand and foam were sent into Asama's sandals. The foam disappeared into water, but the sand stuck to the feet.

Asama took a step towards the sea and tried to wash the sand out of her sandals.

Futami took off her white camellia strappy flat sandals, squatted down again, and held a handful of sea water in the palm of her hand.

A shallow scoop of sea water was not clean in her hands.

"It's obviously yellow in the palm of your hand, but overall it looks blue."

Is there a reason why there is a small river mouth in the south?

If it were the Isshiki Beach in the south, maybe the water would be clearer.

Asama also squatted down.

"what happened?"

"Would Onii-sama be bored if you were with me?"

".You're already role-playing, what do you think?"

In fact, Asama is a person who is not bored either by himself or in a group of people.

The current state is more torturous than boring. It was obviously not so uncomfortable during the date with Immortal River yesterday.
Okay, actually just as depressing.

"But it's rare to see Onii-sama smiling."

"Didn't you laugh all the time when you were cleaning the trash?"

"Onii-sama, that's just to make the trash be afraid of you, isn't it?"

Asama sat directly on the beach and said,
"Dualism or triadism is not a good thing, laughing is not that good and crying is not that bad.

Just as night and day are equally important, procrastination represents strong ability to withstand stress, three-minute heat represents strong execution, difficulty in choosing represents a comprehensive view of the problem, vulnerability and sensitivity represent strong empathy, social anxiety represents strong concentration, and a pleaser personality represents users. Outstanding thinking and liking to trouble others means being good at distributing work. Every weakness that seems not to be a good thing can also become a strength.

People with facial paralysis, introverts, lonely people, disabled people, and paranoid people should have a respected lifestyle as long as their humanity is greater than their animality. "

"Onii-sama always looks so handsome when he says these words~"

"Tsukiumi, it's better not to role-play."

Next to Futami, Asama felt like a whale stranded on the beach, listening to Futami keep calling him brother and brother, and he was a little out of breath.

"Didn't Mr. Jingshui start it first?"

"my apologies."

"Well, there is no sincerity."

"Then take back your apology."

Futami also sat down with a smile, put the blue handbag on his lap with one hand, tapped the waves next to Asama's fingers with the other hand, and asked,
"Does Jingshui-kun have a sister back home?"

"No."

"Have you ever played brother and sister with anyone else?"

Asama, who has played other roles such as boss, master, younger brother, nephew, father, etc., thought of Arkham and Akasha in the cultural festival stage play and shook his head.

"Never had."

"Hehe~~~"

"what happened?"

"Unknowingly, I got another first for Shizui-kun~"

The sun was a bit harsh, and the girl's face was red.

Asama imitated Shanks' actions and put his hat on Futami's head.

"Girls, don't say such ambiguous words."

Er Jian raised his hands holding the bag, held down his hat, and smiled sweetly.
"Okay, Master."

Why are you role-playing again?

[If an idea has been left for a long time and various imaginations have been added to it, it must be realized. Even though I know that the fantasy may be shattered. 】

Asama knew that this sentence, whether applied to him or to Futami, was as perfect as a combination of precision wire-cut metal blocks.

A group of surfers aged around 12-13 years old charged into the sea with colorful surfboards.

Asama and Futami stood still on the beach as if they were encountering a dangerous school of sailfish.

There was a younger friend, sitting on her dad's shoulders, screaming as her dad threw the surfboard into the ocean with one hand.

Futami smiled softly, turned to Asama and said,

"Jingshui-kun, I received a call from my father yesterday."

"How's uncle doing over there?"

"It went well. Dad also asked me to say hello to Jingshui-kun."

"Too polite."

Er Jian pondered for a moment and said,
"He asked me, how is my relationship with you going?"

"How do you answer that?"

"I said, the relationship is very good, but I don't know the progress myself."

"Did I ask you about your studies and life?"

"Of course, we chatted for more than an hour, and also relied on Shizui-kun's guidance to improve to the top 70 in the exam."

Although most of them were talking about you, Shizui-kun.

Exams, making movies, forming a band, department activities.
Asama also remembered the scene two days ago when his parents were fighting each other and talking on the phone because of Pochi's incident.

"The main reason for your progress in the exam is you. I didn't write the paper."

But the test paper was almost written by you.

"There are a lot of broken shells and broken wood in the sand ahead. Be careful and follow my route."

"Ah."

The two of them went from walking side by side to two books apart, and Asama led Futami away.

Looking at the shallow mark left by Asama on the beach, Futami suddenly asked, "Jingsui-kun, tell me, if the relationship is just a friend, to what extent will it be diluted by time if the relationship is only this level?"

She understands that if it is just this kind of relationship that is neither up nor down, like fresh water, in the end she will not leave any footprints on the shore called Asama.

"Fires will extinguish, magma will solidify, and stars will decay, but their cycles are different. Our friendship should not be seen as a walk on the sand. I think it is like engraving on a stone. Even if it will be erased, it will wait until we after death.

If you want to transcend time, you have to chase something solid. Fish will die in the sea, trees will wither in the forest, and uncultivated fields will be covered with weeds. However, fairy tales will be sung, great achievements will be remembered, reliable rules will still operate in society, and agreements that will be respected will still remain. will be copied into other people's lives. "

Er Jian naturally understood, and he hoped that he would abide by his friend's agreement.

The iceberg-like Asama is wrestling with her stubbornness.

Carving words on stone?
But all I want to carve are words of love for you.

The way you smile at me is worth remembering more than any epic feat.

I will listen to you and love you meekly.

look,

I love my mouth, it can say no to anyone for you.

I love my eyes, because their gaze is always private to you.

You don't have to worry about your love cooling down, it's hotter than any star in the sky.

Asama escaped the volleyball attack that was intentional or unintentional, but he did not escape Futami's eyes.

What I want to say is chasing something solidified. It is definitely not the burning love that solidified into substance in Futami's eyes.

Several children who were digging sand at the beach with their father pointed at Asama with white hair and said curiously,
"Dad, look, what a young grandpa!"

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense."

Futami put the hat back on Asama's head and said with a smile,

"The crane-haired boy-face I'm talking about is Shizui-kun. Should I also dye my hair pure white?"

"Dyeing your hair is not good for your health, but it looks good naturally."

Er Jian's eyes wandered for a while, and he pushed the black hair on the left side behind his ear with one hand. The whole ear was red.
"Does it look good?"

“It’s realistically good-looking.”

Resisting the urge to hug and kiss Asama, Futami looked at Asama, and the distance between them narrowed a little further.

"I always feel that Jingshui-kun has said this to me many times~ It's an awkward, but unique compliment."

No, it's impossible, don't talk nonsense.

"Unless I'm a barber."

"Maybe it was in the previous life~ Mr. Director~"

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the two walked near the "Season of the Sun" monument.

The sun-shaped face that decorates the monument has a distorted expression. Instead of being playful, it has a sense of evil that needs to be beaten.

Shintaro Ishihara, the author of the book "Season of the Sun", wrote on the tablet "The season of the sun has begun".

Shintaro Ishihara is a very contradictory person. He is a right-winger and is said to be a fan, but from Asama's point of view, he is just a pragmatist believer.

The label of patriotism may have been true when Shintaro Ishihara was young. But anyone with a little bit of brains will know that patriots who are caught in the middle of three major countries and still talk about sovereignty can't defend anything, and they can't oppose anyone. "Japan Can Say No", co-authored by him and Sony founder Akio Morita, is quite funny in the eyes of Americans.

The patriotism that shouts slogans can't change anything, it's just a persona to cheat votes.

This man is certainly capable, and his political career has been extremely successful. The "Ishihara faction" was once a force that cannot be ignored in the Liberal Democratic Party. But the second generation Nobuko Ishihara couldn't do it, and the faction collapsed with Ishihara's death.

In literature, Ishihara was also successful. Seasons of the Sun is a youth book that won’t win the Akutagawa Prize. Some of its earliest works also inherited Mishima Yukio’s anti-American and anti-capitalist spirit. He often appears in Japanese movies and TV dramas.

It's really hard for people like this, who they clearly don't like, to be very successful all the time.

Asama probably likes Wilde, a real badmouth in the world, and he also likes Murakami, a coquettish person who is quick to act but slow to speak.

Ishihara? Like it or not.

“Have Shizui-kun seen Seasons of the Sun?”

"I've read some novels."

"Does it look good?"

"It's not good-looking, much worse than Somerset Maugham."

"Oh."

The monument is at the end of the beach, and the two of them walked back from the monument.

The strong wind on the road blew Asama's hat away, but Asama picked it back up at the speed of light.

A foreigner wearing a hat who looked like a reporter came towards Asama Futami and the two men with a cannon barrel.

"Hi there, can I take a picture of you?"

Asama looked at Futami, who nodded and asked again,
"Are you taking a photo of the two of us?"

"no problem."

"Then shoot."

The photographer smiled and said,
"You don't have to stand, just walk side by side naturally like you just did. It would be better if you could hold hands."

Er Jian looked at the photographer and wanted to give him all the cash in her bag.

After the photographer took two pictures, Asama called to stop and communicated with the photographer, asking him to take some single photos of Futami.

After handing over a piece of paper, Asana took the device to confirm, subconsciously snapped his fingers a few times, and started pressing the shutter towards Futami.

Futami was originally disappointed that he couldn't take more photos, but when Asama pointed the camera at him, his body felt like an electric shock.

Being stared at and captured by him would make her heart beat faster.

It would be nice if there were only two of them on this beach.

Asama, who has both mobile phone photography and movie camera photography skills, naturally acquired the camera photography skills.

【Ding】

[It is detected that the host has at least 3 photography skills of level lv.1 or above, merge all the photography skills of the host, and synthesize new random skills of the same type]

[Skill acquired: Love Photo lv.1
Skill description: When taking photos for others, the subject's favorability towards the skill user will be +5, and the subject's charm in the photo work will be +1; when taking photos for others, and having the other person approve the photo work, the other person's favorability will be +20 (each time Each unit only takes effect once in a week); after the photo work is publicly released and gets attention, the subject's favorability towards the skill user will be increased compared to the same period as the amount of attention; if the favorability towards the skill user is greater than or equal to 100, the unit can take pictures during the shooting period. Instruct the other party to adjust their clothing and posture according to their own wishes. 】

Why did he acquire this skill again? Will he go further and further down the path of becoming the ugliest succubus in Tokyo?
Asama shook his head.

"Any questions?"

Futami saw Asama shaking his head, walked over and asked.

"It's nothing. It felt good to walk naturally just now. It's okay to lower my head. I can walk with a slightly wider stride and open my arms."

Futami fulfilled Asama's request very cooperatively and once again attracted a lot of attention.

People who just came to Zushi Beach thought it was some up-and-coming model taking a photo album.

The cold beauty becomes sweet unconsciously.

The feeling of sunshine that hits the face filters out the heat of summer and makes many people even feel the meaning of splendor.

The girl is bright, lively and full of vitality. From walking to jumping and running, every gesture of the girl is well captured by Asama.

The foreign photographer behind Asama could not help but widen his eyes.

Having been in the Japanese photography industry for many years, he naturally knows his stuff.

Asama's feeling of photographing girls not only has the sweetness and purity of girls captured through the lens of Yuki Nishida, a master of the last century, but also has the vibrant colors and emotional expressions captured through the lens of cutting-edge photographer Okuyama Yuyuki.

Aperture, shutter speed, ISO, the parameters passed through the mind, and the photographer suddenly felt very rewarded.

The money was hot to the touch, and Yukichi was stuffed back into Asama's girdle by the photographer.

The photographer, who had completed his tuition, realized the amazing tacit understanding between the glowing girl on the beach and the white-haired boy.

He seemed to be herself and knew what kind of state she liked best.

She seems to be himself and knows what he wants in the camera.

There is no roughness or deficiency in the series of images that requires refinement.

Real, natural and gushing emotions turn photo works into the carrier of stories.

Foreign photographers said that at least 100%, no, 80% of the more than 90 photos Asama took in succession can be regarded as uncorrected photos.

At the end of the shooting, after Futami confirmed all the photos, he quickly took two photos of Asama like a prank.

Asama took back the camera and skillfully pulled out the memory card. While handing the camera over, he also gave the foreign photographer the unsent gift card.

The photographer was not happy.

After being pestered by the foreign photographer in a friendly manner, Asama took the money he handed back, added the photographer's contact information, promised to send him the previous works in the memory card, and said that he would send the photos he took A photo of the two of them was also sent to him. After all, it was all the photographer's own work.

"Aren't you going to publish such a good work?"

Asama looked at Futami and asked for her opinion, Futami shook her head.

She didn't want to show off at all. She was going to go home and print out the photos and treasure them.

"Miss, can you tell me your X or INS number?"

"no need."

Futami waved his hand and pulled Asama to trot towards the original Umi House.

Their footprints were quickly covered by new ones,

However, some scenery has solidified in each other's hearts. (End of chapter)