The sunset in Tokyo at this moment seems to have moved the Flaming Mountain in Journey to the West.

The cracks between the dense clouds reflected the red light.

[Whenever I see the brilliant splendor of the sunset, and see the clouds like fire, I feel that the whispers like "a better future" are eclipsed. 】

The words of the tough guy Yukio Mishima are very appropriate at this time.

Asama likes to make plans, but at the same time, he tries his best to restrain himself from being framed by plans.

[At this moment, knowing what you are doing] is more important than [what you should do tomorrow], and [present tense] is far more touching than [future tense].

Whether it's for Daiki Peace or for Yamashita Rei, the goals, plans, and methods have been told to them, but the real meaning is that things must be done?

People's happiness does not need to be quantified by a sense of purpose.

The more you care about the outcome, the easier it is to fall into nothingness.

Mozi once used a parable to give a powerful response to nihilism, "The house on the street is on fire, and a neighbor is ready to fetch water to fight the fire, and a neighbor is ready to use a torch to fuel the fire, but before they can rush to the house, the house has already burned down." Who's good? ”

Of course, it's the people who put out the fire, but it's not the right people who want to fuel the fire and the people who have already stood by.

Running towards a goal that has no results after all, good motivation and unrepentant process is the key to redeeming yourself.

In fact, Asama wasn't sure if Rei Yamashita would succeed, he just snuffed out the spark in advance and then pointed her the other way.

However, a second trap awaits her – effort.

Yamashita Li's dream-chasing process is not something that can be achieved by hard work.

Kafka once said chicken soup, "If you try to get something, as long as you are calm and realistic, you can easily and unconsciously achieve your goal." 】

The scope of application of this sentence is actually extremely limited.

Some people have studied piano all their lives, but they can't get on the stage, so they can only be piano teachers; Some people have been doing math for 30 years, and they haven't solved half of their guesses, and they end up on the Wall Street exchange to make money.

Some people will think that the latter has succeeded, but in fact, the above two kinds of people are not talented and failed dreamers.

The 10,000-hour theory proposed by writer Gladwell in "Outliers" can only temper skills, not talents. It was also a matter of luck for the monkey to spend enough time in front of the typewriter to type out the Complete Works of Shakespeare.

Human cognition, the world that can be seen is limited, just as two-dimensional people cannot understand the behavior of three-dimensional people.

10,000 hours of hard work, in addition to tempering, is more about self-discovery.

How many 10,000 hours can be wasted in a human life of only 36,000 days?

I edited the text message and sent it to Daiki.

"Talk to your girlfriend, focus on hype, follow the 3O principle - POP, HOT, TOP, integrate all the hot spots into her catwalk show, match the clothes yourself, and bring hot elements. You're here to find the photographer, I really don't know you, let Takishima help you."

"Isn't it okay to be a big teacher? Takishima said that you were his photography mentor."

"It's just an enlightenment teacher, and the level is far from him. Also, there's no time."

"I'm sorry. I see."

Asama put away her phone and walked downhill onto the main road, passing by Azabu-Juban Station, looking at the brake lights flashing at the end of the road from time to time, silently merging into the evening rush hour in Tokyo.

Despite the crowds, most people are silent and lonely.

Even the most fanatical and loyal love, in the final analysis, is only a fleeting reality, and only loneliness is eternal.

Walking to the door of a hotel, the phone suddenly rang.

It is the phone of Komaba.

"Say."

"Big teacher, you won't NTR Dahui's girlfriend, right?"

"Hung up."

"Don't hang up!! Get down to business. Big teacher, do you still need to explode that Daejeon's black material? I've just found a lot of interesting things. ”

"Send it over and take a look."

Asama browsed the field on his phone, and the victims in it even included junior high school students

Or maybe I'm so used to staying in the "sterile room" that when I see these ordinary filth, Asama feels like I'm going to get eye cancer.

"From light to heavy, hammer him step by step, it is better to give him room to quibble and lie. Komaba, if you can, check these people and accounts too. ”

Asama sent the message he had just seen and written down to Komaba.

"Well, these people are not in the recent search or contact records of Yamashita classmates, wait a minute."

Asama stood in the shadows of the street corner, quietly waiting for a reply.

"Wow - 2 male models, 2 designers, 1 producer, the pertinence is very clear. is worthy of a great teacher, as soon as he came out of the horse, he took out the things that Yamashita classmates only hid in their hearts~"

Komaba, why is your speech more and more like that guy from Takishima?

"If there is black material, expose it all. In addition, if you call up the customs records on Rei Yamashita X (Twitter) today, you can check them together, and there are probably 4-5 more. ”

“OK。”

"Komaba, how about investigating the corresponding expenses of Rei Yamashita, Kiyoichiro Yasaka, and Acai Yasumi Yachimi, counting 2 million?"

[Single Survey] Komaba charges are not expensive, and the time I paid 2 million for Majima was because the information was vague, the time was tight, and the task was heavy, and 2 million was not earned by Komaba alone.

But this time, the capitalist Asama really wanted to compensate the model worker.

Komaba had already said that he would not take orders at the end of June, but Asama kept adding [this is the last order].

Some time ago, he gave Komaba a small goal, but recently Komaba not only helped him get the database of the love counseling department, but also made a large database of students in Yinghe College, and this week he investigated more than a dozen people before and after, and then 10 people will be investigated.

If you don't give some sincerity, you really can't say it.

"Heh, the big teacher is outside. It's such an interesting thing, if you can, just come to me. Hehe, Daiki is also my brother, even if he helps for free. In addition, the big teacher also gave me some inspiration, and I can make some money by engaging in black material in the entertainment industry. ”

Well, it's you who say you don't want to.

"Do you have any journalists you are familiar with?"

"Just got on the line, Weekly Wenchun's."

Asama relaxed.

Asama, who was physically and mentally exhausted, didn't bother to buy vegetables, like a social animal who had just returned home after two days of liver burst all night, and opened the door of the apartment.

"I'm back."

"Welcome back, Ah Shui Shui~~~ I'm going to starve to death."

Pochi, who had already changed into pajamas, rushed to the entrance with small steps.

Asama took off his shoes, rubbed his hands with disinfectant gel, and turned around,

"If you're hungry, make your own food."

"Eat with Ah Shui, the meal is delicious~"

Pochi's hugging is interrupted by a knock on the dog's head.

Asama put away his school bag, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and checked the ingredients.

There are a lot of green peppers and radishes that my mother sent from Ito.

Although the radish can be stored for a long time, it will taste better if it is fresh.

"Pochi, let's teach you how to cook radish today."

"Okay~~~ [The 2nd Xiao Ashui's Cooking Class] - Finally, I'm going to make glowing dishes too!"

"Then come on."

Asama would like to say that in fact, nowadays everyone can make glowing dishes, as long as they use the right seafood.

Today's dishes are beef radish soup (uneaten A5 Wagyu beef), yuzu vinegared radish pureed fish cutlet (uneaten black tuna), and stir-fried radish skin with black sesame oil.

Cut the rest and take it to the balcony, take advantage of the good sun these days, and dry it to make pickled radish.

You don't need to dry it, take salt to pickle and dehydrate the radish cut into semi-circular slices, then put spices such as turmeric powder and pepper star anise into a spice bag, soak it in water with salt, sugar, mirin and white vinegar and boil it to make a sauce, and then put the dehydrated radish and juice into a container, and soak it overnight to eat.

It's all simple dishes.

Asama instructs the production process, seasoning ratio, and heat time while monitoring Pochi and preventing her from putting strange things in.

Perhaps sensing the skeptical gaze, Pochi looked unconvinced.

"Haven't you heard of Shibei being impressed for three days? The kitchen won't explode! Uncle Pochi is no longer what it used to be. ”

"Okay Bobby."

"You are called Shibei to admit the wrong person for three days!"

Because the teaching requirements are very strict, even if Asama doesn't cook, he can't get tired.

After dinner, Pochi obediently went to wash the dishes, while Asama took a quick shower, leaned back on the sofa, and yawned.

In the fog, it felt like someone was poking you in the face.

When he came back to his senses, Asama smelled a hint of sweetness.

The smell is familiar, with the smell of shower gel and shampoo, as well as the smell of fireworks, but what stands out is a sultry and sweet smell.

Like freshly baked milk toast, it has a floral aroma like snow lotus in the northern regions.

Asama's consciousness cleared again, and he opened his eyes, and the face close to Pochi stared at the small one.

"Have you poked enough?"

Before Poch could speak, he laughed,

"Poke what? Ah Shui, are you sleepy? ”

“.”

Pochi seemed to be used to lying, and didn't care about Asama's eyes like a dead dog, and continued,

"Ah Shui looks really tired, do you need a massage? You have to recover well, and there will be a game tomorrow~"

Asama's gaze paused for a moment on the blonde girl's face and nodded,

"Then please."

The two came to the bed, Asama buried his face in the quilt and lay on his stomach, and Pochixu rode on Asama's body, beating Asama's waist with a fascia gun.

"Ah Shui~Do you want to praise me today~"

"Well, it's become the good Poppy I don't know."

"Seriously!"

"Yes, Poch was great today, from housework to socializing."

"Hehe~ If you praise me like this, you have become an excellent Ah Shui I don't know~~~"

"Pochi, how did you come up with the idea to go out for a walk today?"

Pochi moved the fascia gun to Asama's shoulders and said,

"When I think of Ah Shui no one to cheer on, I feel very pitiful~~~ If Ah Shui has a sports meeting every day, I can go out every day~~~"

"How do you feel today, compared to staying at home alone?"

"I used to wait for Ah Shui at home, and then I waited. Now it's time to go out and look for Ah Shui, and then find it. It's all very good. ”

"I think you asked for the contact information of Immortal River and Futami, right? Meeting some new friends is also an opportunity to start anew in life. None of them are bad people, and they can communicate with each other with confidence. ”

"I feel like they all care about Ah Shui."

"Socializing is not the same as gossiping, Comrade Pochi."

"Hmph, stinky water that spends all day drinking outside."

The strength in Pochi's hand suddenly increased.

Asama gasped, escaped from Pochi's clutches, and looked at her with cold eyes,

"It's a lot of fun today, Miss Pochi who said 'Without me, Ah Shui would have died a long time ago' three times."

It's not easy to whisper less than 1 meter away, and it's not easy to hide Asama, who is deliberately eavesdropping.

"Can you hear such a whisper?"

"So, although I performed well today and won 3,000 yen, I didn't do it right, and I deducted 3,000 yen."

"Eh———— that's okay too? I'm going to get the contract, and there's no such thing in the contract! ”

The neckline of his clothes was slightly open, revealing his milky white skin, and Pochi jumped out of bed excitedly and ran to the desk.

Hmph, in front of the capitalists, hormones are vulnerable.

Because I took a shower and didn't have much energy, before going to bed, Asama chose to watch judo videos on social media with Pochi on the TV screen, which can be regarded as a cognitive exercise.

It would have been better if Pochi hadn't come so close.

"Tsukimi, Dad has thought about it, and Dad has decided to fully support you and Asama."

After meeting Asama again, Yuichi Futami confirmed again that Asama was a good guy.

"Thank you, Dad."

Seeing his father's approval, he returned a warm smile at the second sight.

But at the moment, there was only a faint joy in her heart. I've been in contact with Asama for a long time.,The second sight has gradually become infected with the temperament of not liking things and not being sad about yourself.。

Futami knows very well what she is chasing, and she also knows that on this issue, only she is the one who really plays a decisive role.

So she doesn't care what other people think, and even if her father disagrees, she won't change her mind.

If you really come into contact with Jingshui-kun, no one will not like it, right?

Even his father knows that Jingshui-kun is not interested in falling in love

Like a huge iceberg detached from the ice shelf off the east coast of Antarctica, like a lone eagle soaring in the sky, but more often than not, Futami's intuition tells her that Asama is like a very wary cat.

It's like a cat that has been hurt by someone, and it's hard to get back to loved ones.

Shizui-kun, who has never been in love, is it because he has read too many books that he has brought himself into the protagonist of those love tragedies?

Water cannot be caught by hand.

The tighter you pinch, the less you have.

However, when you see the moon sea for the second time, is it really enough to be satisfied with just a handful of water?

No, she wants to have it all,

Mortals can only soak in the sea.

Unless, to become something greater than the sea, such as a planet.

But what if this water is a sea of stars?

The cousin Pochi I saw today is completely different from Jingshui-kun.

It's as sunny as Rishi, but a little softer, like a fountain reflecting the rising sun.

I really envy Cousin Pochi, who can go to Jingshui's house from time to time to eat.

If only I were my sister.

It's okay to make excuses, watch a horror movie, and get under his covers, and .

Futami Tsukikai sat on the sofa, blushing slightly, hugging the pillow tightly, and falling into a sweet conjecture.

Yuichi Futami shook his head, although his daughter was unparalleled in the world and unparalleled in beauty, but when he thought of Asama's appearance that this kid didn't eat oil and salt, he could only smile bitterly.

In his teenage love, he only tasted sour and failed. He can't chase boys, how can he avoid his daughter from suffering?

An unemployed middle-aged man may be even more sentimental than a girl.

Thursday, June 30, the weather was fine.

The Asama family entered a judo class early in the morning.

Floating in the air, Pochi's eyes widened in disbelief.

"I, am I still dreaming?"

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