Tokyo Wingman King

Chapter 76. 74. Successful sophistry and failed pulling

When did you first feel that your heart might stop almost at any moment?
Did you see your mother kissing a man you didn't know?
Did he see his father cut off the hand of a yellow-haired uncle who was usually very kind to him in the big yard?
Was it Master who tripped a 300-pound strong man lightly and broke his joints, then turned his back to her and said in a low voice: "No matter how powerful a thing is, if it breaks its balance, it will destroy itself"?

Was it her father who said she was just a bastard and left her to fend for herself?
neither,
Today is Pochi's first time,
The many previous shocks did not make her feel like this moment,

so scared.

I am naturally lacking in awe, not the kind of person who would be afraid of authority,
She is not the kind of person who will be at a loss when seeing someone she likes disappointed in her,

But facing the godlike gaze, that nameless fear suddenly gripped her heart, her head buzzed, and her upper and lower joints were stiff with cold.

She couldn't describe what was in the fear that made her hold her breath and her heart beat violently.

She only knew that if she answered the next sentence incorrectly, the current happy life would be torn apart and gone forever.

Do you laugh first or get angry first?

Be angry, sir, pretend to be misunderstood, you must be right!
Pochi frowned slightly, resisting the urge to shift his gaze, puffed up his cheeks,
"I also want to know what happened to you today, Ah Shui?! You who have never snored before, how did you snore today? Are you feeling unwell? If you get caught in the rain, there is a high chance of having a fever at night?"

The two looked at each other silently, one was ruthless with scrutiny, the other was angry with a little sadness.

After 1 minute, Asama closed his eyes, and Pochi hid the panic in his eyes, which is probably the routine of criminals shouting "stop the thief".
But Pochi's eyes were fixed on his forehead just now, and he sat up with his throat a little dry, touched his forehead with his hand, and didn't have a fever.

To be on the safe side, he went to the kitchen to take out the cold medicine in the medicine box and took one.

"Poch."

Asama stopped Pochi from fetching water,
"What's the matter, Ah Shui?"

"Heave at me."

"what?"

Asama looked at Pochi with a serious expression,
Pochi breathed reluctantly at himself, it tasted a bit sweet, not strong toothpaste smell.

Asama couldn't help but took off the star of Zhenjiangzhi, this thing is really troublesome.

When I passed the convenience store in the afternoon, I should have bought an umbrella before going home.

After taking the □□□star, what I thought was that I was getting wet anyway, so there is no need to waste 500 yen, and as long as I run fast enough, the amount of rain that I get drenched in a short time may be less than the amount of rain that is blown on my body by the wind while holding an umbrella.
Originally, Pochi came here to take care of his body.

Just now he judged that Pochi would forcefully kiss him while he was sleeping, he was really overflowing with self-consciousness.

The lemon mint flavor in his mouth that day, as well as the previous taste, with an intelligence of 6, he would think it was Pochi who added it to him.
If it is not necessary, please, please don't bring this thing with you anymore, it's too stupid.

The only advantage is that the quality of sleep has actually increased. I go to sleep at 10 o'clock and wake up at 3 o'clock, and my body is much less tired.

However, the mental exhaustion has not yet recovered, and the double BUFF of INFP and Gemini makes Asama feel a particularly strong sense of self-loathing.

Seeing Asama's silence, Pochi drank a guilty conscience and asked,
"Ah Shui? Is it really okay? Why don't you take a day off tomorrow? Many people's colds will be delayed by a day, such as the Pochi sauce in the TV animation."

"I don't think I'm sick. It's normal to snore or something. Go to sleep. I'll get up early later and help make breakfast together."

"Ow!"

Thanks to the amnesty, Pochi first tried to touch Asama's forehead, and after being slapped away, he immediately jumped on the bed and continued to doze off.

Silently remember in my heart, if Ah Shui goes to bed early, then her lips will be the nuclear bomb button, so don't, don't touch it again.

Asama was too lazy to care about Pochi, after drinking another glass of water, he walked to the desk and sat on the chair.

Put on the headphones and continue listening to Bach, and at the same time pull out a collection of Philippe Charles Jacquet's lonely landscape paintings from the bookshelf to heal the mental damage I just had.

If the American painter Hopper, whom Bushichuan once liked, is the master of urban loneliness, this Jacquet is the lonely geek of the wilderness school.

Asama looked at all the lonely boats in Jaquet's paintings with tragic eyes.

Su Shi once wrote when he was drunk: "Eternal regret that this life is not mine, when will I forget the camp. The night is quiet and the wind is calm. The boat passed away from now on, and the river and the sea will send the rest of my life."

He was indeed talking drunk,
These solitary boats are only suitable for a peaceful life in a small lake with calm waves, and are not qualified to ride the wind and waves on the sea.

But it's also a life, isn't it?
On Thursday, June 6, the weather turned from cloudy to sunny.

At 4:[-] in the morning, Asama took another nap and recovered physically and mentally.

Getting up from the sofa, he glanced at Pochi who was still sleeping soundly.

Asama walked into the bathroom, took out two guns from the toilet sink, threw the plastic bag into the toilet, and put the two dry and cold antique pistols into a black crossbody bag.

When holding two guns in his hand, the memories of his previous life reappeared. Lai Wei, who was holding a Beretta, who didn’t know what model, was holding a Glock, and Dante, who was holding ebony and white ivory, seemed to be a pair of guns.

In my previous life, I wasted my time in some non-sensible scripts that other people pretended to be handsome.
Asama resisted the urge to "biubiubiu" in the mirror with two guns.

Put on the mask, carry the squashed empty schoolbag on your back, and then put on a light sweater with a hood, put on the hood, and melt yourself into the shadows.

Asama gently closed the anti-theft door, and set off when the sky was just beginning to dawn from dark blue.

Today is the day when I made an appointment with Takishima to dispose of guns. In order to save some walking, Asama put the location in Iikura Park, [-]-chome, Azabu District.

This park is about 300 meters away from where I live, and there are a lot of benches to sit on. The key point is that there are not many cameras, and there are no people in the early hours of the morning.

When I walked to the park, I saw a man sitting on a swing not far away, wearing a horse head hood.

He was the only one in the whole park, and it seemed that Takino was right.

Seeing the horse's face turning in his direction, Asama took out his mobile phone and made a call calmly:

"Hey, you guy, what the hell are you doing?"

"I don't call you this guy, please call me BoJack, Kaneki Ken-kun."

".You are more conspicuous like this."

"But this is an explosive model with a monthly sales of 1000+ online, and many people wear it. By the way, Kaneki-kun, won't your friend come in person?"

"He has some social fears, let me do it for him."

Asama walked up to the horse-headed man Takishima and handed him the black satchel.

Takishima took it with a smile, squeezed the outside of the bag, and said,

"That's right, Kaneki Ken-kun, you know how to deduct the insurance. Why are there two books in it?"

"You can take it out and have a look, I believe you will like it."

According to his words, Takishima took out the book and looked at the cover, "The Complete Works of Dogs Written by Chinese Writers Part [-]".

I couldn't help turning to the catalog page, P1, Lao She's "Morning of a Dog", P6, Ji Xianlin's "An Old Dog", P13, Ba Jin's "Dog", P15, Liang Shiqiu's "Dog".
"It looks pretty good, thank you Kaneki Ken-kun, then let's leave it at that."

With a horse face on his face, he could see Takishima smiling. Asama waved his hand unceremoniously, went around to the blind spot of the camera, took off the sweater and hat, stuffed them into an empty schoolbag, and put on a white mask. He wandered outside for half an hour. When the orange sky covered the building in front of him, Asama bought a few cans of soda at the convenience store and put them in his backpack before slowly returning to the apartment.

When Asama was buying soda, he counted his property. Not including the 9 million from the Konoe family, he still had 1200 million yen in his card.

Although it was a card issued by Takino more than a month ago, and the transfer amount is very high, it is still very troublesome for the IRS to check the source of income.

After all, in Tokyo, your income of more than 1000 million is subject to a 33% tax rate, and it is also an unlicensed business.

If the money is a gift from others, a certain amount of tax must also be paid.

Asama is not very clear about how much of the money he earns will be handed over to the government. Anyway, Takishima will give himself a clear answer in a few days.

Upon entering the apartment, Pochi seemed to have just woken up.

After the two brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, they started preparing brunch together in the kitchen.

Boqi is not a natural stupid attribute, saying that she is an idiot is actually just an excuse to urge her to work harder on her studies.

With the help of Boqi in the past two days, the efficiency of meal preparation has improved a lot.

As a reward, Asama made a snack for Pochito that he made two days ago.

I had breakfast and watched the news. The heavy rain these days seemed to be nationwide. Landslides occurred in Fukuoka and Saga in the southwest, and the streets of Hiroshima and Oita were flooded.

I have to thank Tokyo's powerful sewer system.

In the regular press conference of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the spokesperson once again stated that there is no change in the plan to discharge nuclear contaminated water into the sea.

"Ah, if that's the case, everyone won't dare to eat seafood anymore."

"Everyone is like this now, things that can be paid for by others, of course they won't pay for it themselves."

While eating an omelette, Pochi watched the video of the Fukushima water storage tank on TV,
"These people are too sympathetic."

"Those who want the courier to deliver you tofu and pork belly in the rainstorm, have the nerve to talk about sympathy."

"That's his job. Besides, didn't I order takeaway? The point is, Ah Shui, you ruthless guy, has always been sympathetic. Slightly——"

Pochi made more than 10 kinds of faces across the dining table, and Asama didn't bother to pay attention to this childish ghost.
After breakfast, Pochi started to clean the room. Seeing Pochi's housework skills with rapidly rising experience points, Asama nodded with satisfaction, and went out with his backpack.

It's the first sunny day of this week, and there are no appointments for love counseling, so let's start making the main line layout.

Behind the Literary Society Building,

A girl who turned an ordinary place into a landscape just by standing there was slowly eating a yellow and black confection in the shape of Pikachu.

The boy standing less than one meter away from her asked the girl in a low voice,

"Miss Konoe, haven't you done anything these two days?"

The girl put the small sign into the snack box, looked up at the person in front of her, and said calmly,

"You didn't do anything to Masumi either, did you?"

"You have the deposit I gave you in your hand, can you discuss these two things together?"

"Tea, haven't given it to me yet."

"Let's attack Arima Yoshihiko today."

The guard shook his head,

"Tea, I haven't given it to me yet. The agreed time limit has not expired yet."

Could it be that Konoe Chiyo wants to see himself lose his composure after being prostituted rather than seeing Arima collapse?

From this point of view, it is not easy to instigate Wei Gongbai's move.

It must be Wei Gong who came to find him, not himself to continue to stimulate Wei Gong.

The more active, the more passive.

I kind of want to hang up this untrustworthy partner.
However, tomorrow is the cruise line, and it is meaningless to disown Konoe Chiyo now.

Hole cards must be life-saving.

If there is any accident on the cruise, I might not even be able to find my own body in two days without swimming skills.

Who gave himself the ability to become TM invisible when he stopped breathing?

The core of nuclear fraud is that you really have the ability to make nuclear bombs.

Just a passer-by character with an intelligence of 7 who got a junk cheat, now he can't think of a way to strengthen Konoe Chiyo's [fear] towards him.

Asama stared at Konoe's cold face, handed her the tea,

"Tomorrow's dishes will be halved, don't ask me why, do you like it or not."

"."

Asama looked at several directions where the SP was hiding last time, and turned around before Konoe could answer.

The guard has already calculated the gains and losses in seconds,

"...after the cruise, the humiliation or something, you'll see."

"Break, I mean a complete rout. Don't use some rebellious heart towards your old man to deal with me, play games with me, I will set the rules, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Konoe bent down and put the bento, snacks, and teacups on the ground, and said to Asama without emotion,
"Then, the transaction is over."

Looking back at the bento at Konoe's feet, Asama laughed mockingly,

"Hahahaha, Miss Konoe, who is interested in animals, has also learned to fight between emotions?"

After Konoe rejected the temptation of delicious food, he felt relieved a lot, and said with a slight smile,

"Restraint and keeping one's own rhythm are also the virtues of benefiting animals. The real benefiting animals are not greedy. You educate your son, and I train my dog. Although we are not enemies, I don't have to do this for you, do I?"

Watching Jinwei pass by him, he walked towards the flower bed indifferently.

Asama picked up the bento, feeling the bright sunshine in the sunny weather and the gradually rising temperature.

Is this a joke?The layout of the shadows creates loneliness?

"slow down"

Asama made a sound.

Konoe turned around with a triumphant smile,
"I still want to continue trading, the rules are up to me, and I will decide the chips."

Asama shook her head,

"It's not about trading. I just want to tell you something, maybe you have heard it. Socrates once warned his students to keep looking in the mirror. If you are beautiful, try to become a person worthy of your beauty. If you are ugly, you must use education to make up for your ugliness."

"I don't like to listen to nonsense from guys who can't even control their own life and death."

"I say this because I want to tell you—Chiyo Konoe, in my eyes, even though you don't understand the slightest bit of aesthetics, you are extremely beautiful."

No waves appeared on Jinwei's exquisite and flawless face,
It seems that the words thrown by Asama could not make ripples in her heart.

This stone mixed with praise and criticism was not thrown into the lake, but fell into the bottomless abyss, where even the echo was swallowed.

Konoe Chiyo looked deeply at Shizumi Asama, a man she couldn't understand at all.

Black, white and gray are switching at high speed on his body, he is dangerous, he is kind, he ridicules, he praises,

She wanted to tear his disguise, but she didn't want to completely push him to the other side.

She wanted to grasp his weakness, but she had already played her cards and failed to understand him further.

What exactly is his mission in Yinghe?
She couldn't figure it out.

What deal did he and her father Takumi Konoe make?
She couldn't figure it out.

His real purpose in reaching his important goal without any scruples?

She couldn't figure it out either.

But now this lunatic guy actually told himself with cold and indifferent eyes and a little disappointed tone that Konoe Chiyo is extremely beautiful.

This is not a confession, but a satire on one's own pomp.

This arrogance has already made her angry, and in the anger, there are still inexplicable emotions swirling wildly.

She suppressed her emotions, and looked at Asama Shizumi contemptuously.

".Then. Continue to strengthen your aesthetics."

　It's a plus

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(End of this chapter)