Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 29 29. Time Rain and Distance
The courtyard behind the literary club building is indeed a very suitable place for confession.

There are colorful rose flowers blooming in the courtyard, and in the middle of the flower beds are rococo flower beds decorated with shells, flower plaster carvings and canopy pavilions.

During the day only a few loners would detour this far for lunch, like Asama Stillwater a few months ago.

And in the afternoon, almost everyone left at 6:7 o'clock, and there was no one at [-]:[-] o'clock.

It can be said that this is a perfect confession place where people will not be disturbed, and failures may not necessarily be known.

Just like this, Asama was on the fourth floor of the club building, leaning against the window, watching the youth scene downstairs with a blank expression.

Ichijo Masumi is really popular.

Tall, with great temperament.

She is the second one Asama has ever seen to be able to wear school uniforms like idols playing songs.

"That... a classmate, can you give me an answer now?"

One showed a lonely and distressed expression, and sighed:
"I'm sorry, senior, I'm sorry."

Seeing the lover of his dream rejecting him so directly, the senior senior was a little unwilling:
"Can you tell me the reason for the refusal?"

Although I don't object to such a struggle, it is really a bit inferior.

You must know that most of the girls' reasons are made up temporarily to deal with you.

If it was me, I would definitely turn around decisively, leave behind a sentence, "Huh, am I so passionate, am I alone after all?" and then walk away gracefully.

One hesitated, or thought about it, and gave the reason:
"I don't know you very well, it's too casual to accept something suddenly."

Hearing this sentence, the senior's face turned pale,
"Then shall we try to get to know each other better? Or do you already have someone you like?"

"It's not because of that, I'm sorry anyway."

"Okay, I get it, I give up, but thank you for coming."

Ending the confession with a bow, the senior reserved the last dignity and left.

The embarrassing atmosphere dissipated, and the place finally returned to silence.

"It was a boring show."

The weather is a bit sweltering, and Asama feels a little tired, so I take the □□□ star, put my hands in my pockets, and go home.

Walking out of the club building, I came to the corridor where I met Immortal Chuan a week ago. Ichiichi Masumi stood directly in front of him, looking at him.

I don't know why people like me, whose presence is as thin as the ratio of ammonia in the air, are always discovered by others?
I don't provoke you, why did you come to me instead?
Could it be that Konoe sent a reverse order to let me fall?
Impossible, this is an impossible task for 9 million girls in the world.

I have studied the questions for 10 years, and my heart is as cold as Neptune.

"Just now, you saw it."

"I didn't see it."

Asama didn't even look at him, and walked around in a detour.

Ichiichi Masumi frowned, and stopped his hand,
"Why are you observing from above? Is this your plan?"

"It's just a coincidence, I don't know you, can you treat me as air?"

"Pretend to be stupid? Or do you want to confess to me too?"

Asama dismissively, like a crab, took two steps sideways, around the arm.

"If there is too much self-awareness, it will be very painful to enter the spiritual friction."

Ichiichi Masumi is also like a basketball player marking horizontally, following two steps at the same frequency,

"If it's just a coincidence, why did it take so long to watch? Did you come here specially to collect these things and want to arrange them for me?"

"If looking at the scenery can also be regarded as voyeurism, it can only be said that your persecution paranoia is a bit serious.

Just now, there are 7 colors of roses in the three flower beds in the courtyard. There are 4 birds carved on the gazebo, and a crow stood on the top of the gazebo for 10 minutes.

do you understand? "

"Hmph, in short, you are not allowed to tell others about rejecting Senior Takasugi today."

Asama said that she couldn't understand why she didn't want people to know, but did the act of revealing other people's names.

But still nodded in understanding:
"My mouth is as tight as the screws on the X-SPACE Falcon rocket. I only met two cats with fried hair today. Is it okay?"

Feeling that the boy in front of him was not that kind of jovial person, Masumi's anger gradually dissipated, and a sense of embarrassment grew like spring grass after rain.

"Thank you! Listen carefully to what the person has to say!"

There is no need to be polite when dealing with such a troublesome girl with a strange personality and a beautiful appearance.

Leave.

The more sensitive people are, the more insecure they are.

I didn't expect Masumi Ichijo to be such a violent existence, is it because of the environment?
It's better to meet each other, gentle and quiet.

However, the more peaceful and gentle the person is,
The less you like to interact too closely with others, you are afraid that you will live up to the other party's expectations, and at the same time you seldom expect others.

So in general, Erjian is indeed a colder person than Jinwei.

This kind of girl has the strongest heart and is the hardest to be tamed, but once she falls in love, she is very dangerous.

Er Jian has a good impression of himself, thinking too much will only make him feel heavy.

The best way is to find the path of revolution together, and cover this feeling of love with professionalism and a sense of mission.

"Asama-san, I've been waiting for a long time."

Erjian was wearing a khaki five-quarter-sleeve shirt, an orange-gray light long skirt, and carrying a schoolbag, and came out of the Chinese restaurant.

The natural and loose style of dressing makes the air around Erjian light.

"It didn't take long."

The two walked towards Shiba Park Station tacitly.

"Asama-kun, today, can you accompany me for the final review?"

"can."

"The past two days in Asama feel a little bit like before. Did something bad happen?"

"Fortunately."

Is it true that my emotions are so easy to be read?The practice of those who are powerful in the shadows is not enough.

"If you're in trouble, it'll be easier to talk about it."

"Thank you. It may be due to the weather. I really hope there will be heavy rain."

The two walked silently through the busy street, and the beautiful girl in private clothes surprised passers-by from time to time.

"Have Erjian ever considered becoming a model or an idol?"

"Eh? Why did Asama-kun ask like that?"

"A beautiful girl with temperament, many people will directly think of it as a model or an idol."

"Really? I think it's a good thing that I'm not good at facing the camera. I don't like taking pictures. If I look like this, I can't be a model or an idol."

"That's right, idols and models have a high content of idiots."

Asama believes that if Futami plays the piano, he will be awarded the title of beautiful performer, and if he becomes the president, he will be awarded the title of beautiful president.Just being an idol is really a shame.

The weather suddenly darkened, many dark dots appeared on the ground, and raindrops streaked across the glasses. The rainy season in Tokyo in June finally came late.

Judging by the weather, it is estimated that there will be thunder, and it should not be light rain.

The street crowd seemed to be pressed into fast-forward mode, Asama and Futami also ran, and Futami's orange-gray skirt turned into a spotted skirt in a short while.

I went to the nearest convenience store and bought 2 transparent umbrellas, but the rain outside had already started pouring.

So the two stood under the eaves of the convenience store and waited for the rain.

Asama thought for a while, and sent a text message to Boqi, telling her not to run around when it was raining heavily outside, and if she was hungry, she put the freshly made croquettes in the microwave to heat up and eat.

Futami didn't take out the phone, but stood two fists away from Asama, admiring the light and shadow splashed by the rain on the ground.

"I actually like rain very much. I will feel a different kind of tranquility, my breath will become moist, and my frizzy emotions will be moistened and subdued."

"I also like rain very much. The world is too dirty, and only rain can make it a little cleaner."

Futami stared at Asama for 2 seconds, "Are you serious?" Then he chuckled:

"It turns out that Asama-kun is very talented in telling bad jokes."

Asama looked up at the dark night sky in Tokyo. The temperature dropped unreasonably. It was almost 30 degrees during the day, and now it is estimated to be within 20 degrees.

"Actually, I wanted to tell a hot joke, but it's a pity that people are boring, so I cooled it down."

Seeing that Er Jian was a bit cold, she wondered if she should remind her to add the short-sleeved school uniform in her bag, then shook her head, went to a convenience store to buy 2 cups of instant hot coffee, and handed Er Jian a cup.

Erjian thanked them, and the two silently entered the time and space of watching the rain quietly.

The sound of rain is really the best white noise in the world.

Asama-kun, your jokes are cold, but you are very warm.

This sentence was swallowed by Er Jian again.

"Asama-kun, do you know? In fact, last week, I was going to die."

".why."

"Mom and Dad are divorced, and I can't help Dad with business matters. I'm like an unnecessary burden, dragging his energy; he doesn't make any progress in his studies, and he spends a lot of money instead of working to subsidize his family. Bullying for two consecutive months. Non-stop bullying”

"...The person who bullies you is from our school?"

"Well, on the day I was about to die, I was bullied by them again and I wanted to give up. At that time, I couldn't even feel the pain."

".Why didn't you tell the teacher?"

"The father of the person who bullied me is the school manager. I think the teacher should be useless. Fortunately, classmate Dahui saved me that day. When I went to thank him, he said that there is someone else who should be thanked."

".The school manager's child, did the group of people who bullied you still come to you later?"

"The group of people changed schools for some reason"

"That's someone else, have you found it?"

"No, but I will use my whole life to find him."

Seeing Erjian staring at him with piercing eyes, Dahui wouldn't sell me out, would he?

Asama accidentally drank a big mouthful of boiling coffee, almost didn't jump up, took a breath, and said in a muffled voice:
"It is really necessary to thank people well."

Er Jian's gaze was still on him.

"Asama-kun, thank you. If it weren't for you, I might not be so fast and have the courage to live like this.

Help Fukasawa's love affair, watch Bushikawa's LIVE, make friends with Jianjima, visit Shiba Park together, enjoy the scenery in Shibuya SKY together, read books together in the cafe, every second, every frame of these, They are all treasures that help me move on. "

Asama scratched the top of the temple with the index finger of her left hand holding coffee,
"I feel like I didn't do anything, thank you Sakuragi and everyone. The study group should help each other."

"No, if I really want to thank someone, I just want to thank you, Mr. Asama."

"You don't have to be so polite between friends."

See you, chance!attack!
"Since we are friends, can I call you Shizumi-kun?"

Futami's smile bloomed like a flower in the epiphyllum, the brilliance seemed to tear apart the dark clouds in Tokyo.

Just like when listening to a song and suddenly receiving a message, the music fades away, and the sound of rain becomes very small in Asama's ears.

".OK."

"Then, Mr. Jingshui, you can also call me Yuehai."

".Okay, see you two."

"Well----"

"Okay, Yue Haisang."

"Hehe~"

People change under the influence of each other. Positive changes are called growth.

It has been a long time since Asama has shared this calm but joyful state of mind with others.

Watching the rain for so long, I have almost never done this kind of thing in my life, it is like a waste of time in a daze.

At this time, there is no increase in experience points, no increase in knowledge points, Qianjian Jingshui is still Qianjian Jingshui, but he does not dislike this kind of standing still.

It feels good and there will never be a next time.

When the rain subsided a little, the two set off with umbrellas.

Asama, who was in the 6 o'clock physical mode, accompanied Futami on the Mita Line subway at 8:40.

As one of the cleanest and safest lines in the Tokyo Metro, the Mita Line trains are still clean and tidy in rainy days.

There were so many people on this bus at night, Asama once again acted as a flower protector, holding Futami between her arms.

The two people standing face to face, the distance is getting closer and closer, Asama reminds Futami to hold up the railing, and she puts their schoolbags diagonally across her chest.

Regardless of the water stains on the umbrella, he stuffed the umbrella of the two into his arms and hung it on the handle of the schoolbag.

Futami really wanted to lean into Asama's arms, but Asama's set of movements stopped this urge.

As soon as the car arrived at Mita Station, and the next stop was Shirokane Takanawa, Futami, who felt that the relationship between the two had broken through, became depressed again.

It was obviously the same train, it drove very slowly on the way to school, and it drove too fast when Asama sent himself home.

After arriving at the station, the rain became extremely heavy again, as if the seawater of Tokyo Bay was emptied and poured onto the street.

The two watched the rain for 10 minutes at the gate of Shirokane Takanawa Station.

For Er Jian, this downpour is like a misty rain, clouding his eyes and filling his ankles.Because she was in the rain with Asama, she felt that the rain on June 6 had soaked up all the rain and all the memories related to the rain in the past.

Maybe from now on, the rain without the boy beside me will never be like today, pattering like a song.

At 9:5, the two breathed a sigh of relief at the door of the apartment.

Even with an umbrella, I still got wet a lot.

Erjian saw the outline of the clothes inside.

Opening the door, the first thing the two did when they entered the room was to find a towel to dry their bodies.

Futami Yuichi was not at home, and after discovering that his father left a message "I won't reply tonight", Futami Yuehai's heartbeat accelerated.

"Stillswater-kun, take a hot bath, even though it's summer, you still catch a cold."

"Well, you wash it first. I feel fine."

Erjian blushed and went into the bathroom.

The two of them didn't eat anything at night, so Asama opened Futami's AEG cross four-door refrigerator, looked at the food reserves, and prepared to make a simple dinner.

By the time Futami quickly put on a mask, dried her hair, sprayed on her perfume, and came out of the bathroom in pajamas that were a size too small, Asama had already finished dinner.

On the table are canned tuna salad, steamed eggs with shrimps, fried luncheon meat with green peppers and onions, and soba noodles with black sesame oil.

"Er Yue Haisang, you have a lot of canned food at home."

"It's all dad. He said canned food is nutritious and convenient, so he bought a lot and stuffed it in the refrigerator."

"Stillswater-kun, don't you take a shower before dinner? I'll wait for you."

A 6-year-old boy with 16 points of physical strength can be regarded as a young man.

Asama shook the clothes, indicating that they were [-]% to [-]% dry and there was no need to wash them.

Futami let out a regretful oh, and had dinner with Asama.

The same place and the same tableware, different food and different people, Futami once again confirmed the meaning of Asama to himself.

Only with Asama's dinner can there be fireworks in the world and the taste of life.

Erjian took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Asama leaned on the sofa to continue watching Hayek's "The Road to Serfdom".

[In the long run, we are the creators of our own destiny, in the short term, we are just captives of the ideas we create]

Baudrillard also said that only when the spirit is abducted and the reason is provocatively deflected, can there be ideas.

Asama's concept of his own life path is both clear and vague.He is also afraid that a certain concept, or obsession, will one day block his easy-to-get happiness.

In this way, Camus who said that "the real generosity to the future is to give everything to the present" is an optimist.

Immediate, short-term behavior, the more investment, the greater the regret may be.

Erjian also writes and draws in the wrong question set on the test paper that Asama gave her correction before.

The clock pointed to 10:40, Futami stretched her waist after reviewing a round, and the stretched posture fully opened up the beautiful figure of the young girl.

Asama was still reading that book with a strange title.

Futami leaned over, lay on the sofa, leaned out from Asama's back, looked at the pages of the book in English and Japanese, and asked:

"Mr. Shizumi, what story does this book tell?"

Asama realized that the distance between the two was too close?
But wouldn't it be bad for Erjian to just move away?
"It's not a story book, and I didn't understand it very well. At first I thought it was about freedom, but now I think it's mainly about the author's distrust of people's morality, self-discipline, and decision-making ability."

Asama fell to the ground, distanced himself from Futami, and covered his face with the book, like a person who is deeply in the valley of intellectual despair, sighing with emotion:

"There are too many books that I can't understand, read, and experience in this life."

Feeling the sudden departure of Asama's breath, looking at Asama lying on the ground defenseless.

Erjian plucked up the courage.

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