Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 72. 70. The Mountain, the Dream, and the Dim Sum Experiment
Asama came out of the shower and saw Pochi lying on the bed.

The girl supported her head with one hand, flipped through the book with the other, and looked at the cover of "Golden Leaf: A Story from the Golden Branch".

Pochi, who maintained the standard Sleeping Arhat lying on his side, was immersed in the world of books.

The arc of her slender waist is like a quiet valley, and her straight legs are like a snowy road in the Alps. One leg sinks into the soft white sheet, and the other bends over the white knee joint of the lower leg , forming a "P" character.

Lazy, focused, quiet.

The mere Boqi actually looks better the more she looks at it, it must be because she is reading the book seriously.

No, libido is disturbing my mind again. Fortunately, lonely people have a strong anti-addiction system.

Asama withdrew his gaze, opened the curtains and stared at the violent storm outside, wanting to wash his sensibility with this hearty heavy rain.

A rich soul should have been released into the beautiful world, instead of being abandoned in the wilderness or confined in a room.

After Asama checked Pochi's homework today, as Pochi said, even a talent video was recorded today, which is a 15-minute home-judo pace training demonstration with no more than one second.

After distributing the rewards, Asama also lay on the sofa and read a book for a while, only the sound of two people flipping through the books in the room,
Afterwards, the lonely person who was troubled by sensibility for most of the day fell into a deep sleep.

In the dead of night, the wind and rain outside have weakened,

At three o'clock in the morning, with a timer as precise as a cesium atomic clock, Pochi woke up from his doze.

Two big bright eyes opened, and for a moment the souls of Akuya, Yoshiko Hanabata, Chokola, Yotsuba Nakano, Pai Daxing and others were possessed, showing joyful emotions like idiots.

Hum huh huh huh~~~
It's poke time again!
Sneaking, sneaking, and rustling, she moved to Asama's side, touched Pochi who was sleeping regularly in Asama, raised her hair, leaned over and gently rubbed her face against the boy's face.

Smelling the scent of the same shampoo, and the boy's unique scent, Pochi smiled contemptuously.

Ah Shui, Ah Shui, you bastard, do you think the scent will disappear if you deliberately drench it in the rain?

I underestimate Pochi-san's nose too much!
What scented shampoo, think I can't smell laurel?The shampoo you are looking for does not have this ingredient!
Ah Shui is a big liar!
Pochi tapped Asama's forehead with his fingers, then began to kiss Asama's lips lightly, and his body was also lightly pressed together.

Seeing with the eyes, smelling with the nose, tasting with the mouth, touching the body, all five senses are projected on the boy below him.

Savoring the precious charging time every day, Pochi worked hard to store up the energy that would supply her a happy day.

Ah Shui is not to blame for the smell of other girls.

Pochi understood very well.

Any girl who meets a handsome boy like Ah Shui who is just, kind, wise, motivated, low-key, can cook, can cook and can cook, can't help but make a move.

But they are so naive!
There are wild flowers and weeds outside, and you want to break through the wall of heart that even my uncle Pochi can't break through?
Kissing and kissing, Pochi's body froze suddenly.

The indescribable thing, like a natural stone bridge, stands tall between the two.

Could this be the legendary Gun of Longinus? ?

After being soft and hard, Ah Shui, who is no different from a saint who has given up all desires and desires, has begun to react to him?
Even Pochi, who became a full-time slut on the first day, couldn't help but feel shy.

It is different from the previous mentality of longing for intimacy, longing for love, longing for the intimacy that has never been obtained.

Pochi's heartbeat was much faster than before, but he didn't dare to take any further actions.

Boqi retreated a foot away, squatted on the side of the sofa with his legs crossed, staring, staring.

She understands that this is her Gang Rinpoche, which ultimately belongs to her, and will also belong to the holy place, holy object, and Bible.

This is the first time Ah Shui's body reacts to itself in a real sense.

But she also began to be afraid.

After all, he was in a dream. If it wasn't her in his dream, how would she deal with herself?

The future mistress will not accept a pet like herself, will she?

If I let myself be by the side, looking at the woman who didn't know where she came from and Ah Shui making a fuss, I might as well kill her.

Then he can only become the future hostess as a pet.

Pochi is also working hard.

Exercise hard, study hard, and strive to be the person Ah Shui wants to be.

Izumo Ketia, who has stopped moving forward, has nothing to be proud of except for handing over her life to Asama in this way.

But why the growing fear?

Why do you become more and more unwilling and dissatisfied?
She began to be afraid of the new life Asama planned for her,
Because she knew that in such a life, there would be no more him.

If it is not for the mutual attraction of two independent personalities and two perfect souls,

It is inevitable that a complete soul will devour another incomplete soul.

Even if I act like a fox, like the wind, like a river, I want him to be fascinated and out of his mind.

He is still the same, expressing the same attitude——

Pochi needs to have his own life, Pochi needs to live independently, and Pochi needs to get out of this house
In fact, Ah Shui,
Pochi doesn't need anything, she just needs you.

Some things just feel sad when faced with them.

Some things just feel hopeless when you think about them deeply.

It took Boqi more than half an hour to get out of the predicament of cranky thinking.

Rubbing his own face, Pochi cheered up.

Ah Shui will switch from deep sleep to light sleep at about 4 o'clock, so let's call it a day.

Pochi lay on the bed, seriously thinking about the possibility of "the pet turning over and becoming the master of the house".

If you don't obey, you will be kicked out.

If you are too obedient, you will be successfully transformed and kicked out.

How can we make the ruthless Ah Shui feel reluctant to give up on himself?
When the book is used, I will hate it less, so I will search for relevant information tomorrow.

The mountain-like shadow suddenly broke into Pochi's mind again, his heartbeat accelerated again, and the blond girl was rolling on the bed with a big pillow between her arms.The mystery in the tent, one day we will find out!
Asama had a nightmare.

He dreamed that he got the pole on which the transparent umbrella hung at night.

Walking on the beach with clear water and fine sand, between the two footprints are deep scratches dragged by hard objects.

So he was watched by Pochi, by Futami, by Undead River, and even by Jiandao, Nijo, Konoe, One, and many more.

He is like a different kind, an alien, surrounded by people with curious and malicious eyes.

Then he was caught in a square inexplicably, and was punished by stringing apples.When the sixth apple was strung, Asama was awakened.

After waking up, Asama automatically switched to physical strength 6 mode to relieve the discomfort of the heart.

Is this what Foucault called public spectacle punishment? ?
He pulled up his underpants and looked at the situation.
Asama glanced at Pochi who pouted, and calmly walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

The normal reaction of adolescence is not very worrying, but my spiritual world seems to be invaded by sensibility.

Asama decided to block Wittgenstein, at least for a few days now, so he won't touch him again, just read some popular science books about animals and plants.

After taking a shower, it was only 6:06.

For the first time, Pochi also got up early and actively participated in the preparation of brunch.

The positive attitude of the cycad tree blooming and the sow climbing the tree made Asama rub his eyes involuntarily, reconfirming whether this scene was a dream within a dream.

When Pochi put a crispy fried egg on the plate and sprinkled some Himalayan salt on it, Asama nodded in relief.

I took the initiative to clean the house a few days ago, and I took the initiative to make breakfast these days, and the trash daughter finally got the hang of it.

If you think of this apartment as a prison, you are the warden, and Pochi is the prisoner.

So among the four elements of prisons [punishment, reform, warning, and prevention], the most important [reform] is progressing gratifyingly.

It seems that the day to send her away is getting closer.

Asama felt encouraged and let go of the mental impact of yesterday's nightmare.

As a reward, Asama made some snacks for Pochito.

It wasn't until 7:50, after the two of them had breakfast together, that Asama picked up the transparent umbrella and went out slowly.

Pochi put away his enthusiastic smile, lying on the bed, eating the snacks that Asama gave her for afternoon tea, while seriously thinking about the new version of [Pochi's Battle Method].

The girl suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and the idiot-like smile on her face came back to life again.

In the early morning of June 6, the rainy season unique to East Asia ruled over 22 square kilometers of Tokyo.

The strong wind that blew yesterday knocked down the temperature by a few degrees.

To be honest, Asama prefers this cool and humid weather to the headache-inducing sun.

The most ideal weather in Asama's mind is that the sun can be seen, but it is not hot, around 21-22°, and the most important thing is that the body can be filled with wind of level 4-5 at any time.

I don't know which one is more suitable for me, Lisbon with a Mediterranean climate or Melbourne with a temperate maritime climate.

If only talking about summer, Guiyang is also an ideal choice.

In his heart, one person played two roles, and Asama kept talking about the weather. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in the classroom.

Fortunately, I still remember to give the bento to Konoe and put today's snacks in the refrigerator.

In the classroom, there are people around Ma, around Konoe, around Yugyoin, around Bushikawa, and around Fukasawa Yuki, which clearly divides the social status of Class A. .

A small group of two people who talk in low voices like Futami and Asama are not very eye-catching.

Asama expressed incomprehension to the four or five people who were keen to stick their hot faces close to Wei's cold buttocks, and even worried about their lives.

While eating muffins with dry maple syrup, I chatted with Futami about the weekend cruise.

"Mr. Jingshui, have you heard? For the cruise this weekend, the student council will prepare a celebratory dinner and performances on Friday night, a cruise temple fair on Saturday, and a pool party during the day on Sunday. In addition to bringing three sets of uniforms , and prepare formal dresses, yukatas, and swimsuits!"

"Ah so."

"Is Shizumi-kun free to buy swimsuits with me on Thursday?"

"This is inconvenient. I recommend online shopping. Now that the AR fitting technology is very good, it is almost impossible to buy the wrong size."

"All right."

"By the way, Yuehai, did you bring the dim sum made with my secret recipe yesterday?"

"Well, I brought it. I put it in the refrigerator in the relationship counseling department. Shizumi-kun also made the same dessert."

"Didn't steal it or try it in advance."

"Mr. Jingshui told me yesterday, of course I won't eat it. Although I really want to eat it."

"It doesn't matter, eat a few more at noon, and compare the taste to see how your cooking skills have improved."

"Ah."

"When Asama is not present, can participating in the cooking made by the guide also increase the favorability? " is the theme of today's dim sum experiment.

If it is confirmed that as long as a certain raw material configuration is participated by Asama, the [Love Cooking] skill can be activated, then half of the success of his great plan to dominate the country in dim sum will be achieved.

In Mr. Sakuragi's morning meeting, in addition to continuing to explain the precautions for the weekend cruise, he also talked about the sports festival next week.

In the first modern literature class this afternoon, the Imperial Academy will cooperate with Sakuragi to hold a sports festival mobilization meeting for Class A of the first year, and confirm the projects that everyone will participate in.

This time, I heard that in addition to the class point competition similar to the Olympic gold medal list in the past, the student union has also introduced a class PK competition. The first grade class may encounter the opponent of the third grade.

At the same time, this time there is a grade-level individual standings, which also breaks the limit of a single person reporting up to 5 sports.As long as the time is arranged properly, it is also possible for one person to participate in 10 events and win the championship.

Asama has no interest in sports, or in other words, Asama has no interest in making a fool of himself in public.

It is a pity that chess games and model airplane sports are not included in the designated items of the sports festival, otherwise the torment of reporting at least 3 items can be easily passed.

The first class was the same as yesterday, Hinoki's math class.

After Hinoki burned everyone's heads with Fourier yesterday, today he still uses the functional imaging of the coordinate system to talk to you about a series of classic electrocardiogram equations related to Fourier and the equations of the trajectory of celestial bodies.

In the end, as expected, Idol Chef began to use the knowledge of Fourier transform and voice-changing software to teach everyone how to change his own voice into that of a female idol.

So the students in Class A listened to Suzuki Airi's voice "Hinoki-kun, I like it the most" more than 20 times.

Even Asama felt uncomfortable. In the teacher's vote at the end of this month, I'm afraid he will vote a black vote for Hinoki.

The teacher with the most black votes every month will cancel the performance of the whole month.

It is said that this is also the system proposed by the student council this year, Konoe Chiyo.

Advocates of the caste system are the group of people who are best at inventing standards.

But things like thermometers, calendars, and scales that measure values ​​really facilitate today's life.

Correcting Konoe's sentence is not a lie. After a month or two of trying, Asama has no idea.

The English teacher used Oxford accent to chat about the news about the marriage of the second British prince for half a class. The biology teacher talked about the failed love in high school from the deceptiveness of strawberry sweetness. minute.

The morning class passed by in a flash.

Asama and Futamiichi came to the love counseling department one after another, exchanging bento for lunch.

Boom, boom, today's first visitor.

(End of this chapter)