On July 22nd, the 196th edition of the British and Cultural Festival entered its second day.

Asama took Pochi for a run early in the morning, and although they woke up in time, it was still not in time for the dawn in Tokyo.

The sun appeared too early, and like a social animal in Tokyo, he consciously extended his work hours.

Probably that's why Murakami goes to bed before 9 a.m. and gets up around 4 a.m. to run.

In short, meeting Murakami, a running addict, and Asama's desire to run increased. He's no longer trying to improve his stamina or skills, but he's really immersed in the time he spends running.

Thoreau once said, "What you have never found in your life, you will one day find it under your feet." 】

Although he said that he was taking a walk, the philosophical meaning of [what he saw at his feet] was very much liked by Asama, and it was as likable as the lyrics of the ending song of "Journey to the West" in '86.

Asama retracted the arbitrary and violent theory that [people who like sports, are all shaking M].

For those who like to run, every step on the ground carries more weight than any phrase of philosophical chicken soup.

Because running is running, there is no need to give any meaning of grinding, freedom, perseverance, and transcendence, only narcissistic people will regard the goal as a process.

However, Asama and Murakami are not the same.

He can't really empty when he runs, and when his body moves, his brain slowly empties with his cadence, and then he is filled with more things by Asama.

The shallow room is empty for better thinking.

He didn't have headphones on today, he didn't listen to music or radio, or an interview.

After running three laps, Asama has already reviewed in his brain the irrational philosophy that he has been teaching himself this semester.

Kierkegaard, Schopenhauer, Heidegger, Sartre, Camus, Russell, Wittgenstein, Scherer, Husserl, Saussure, Lacan, Foucault, Derrida, Chomsky, Baudrillard, and many other names, writings, core concepts, and theoretical frameworks are churning in the brain.

At the same time, he always had a feeling that [the more he knows, the less he knows].

In the past, I only knew Adorno, Marcuse, and Habermas of the Frankfurt School, but later I learned that Althusser's structuralism & Marxism also had a great influence, leading to Badiu, Rancière, Zizek, Agamben and others.

And to know these people, to know Bourdieu, Coletti, Merleau-Ponty, Lyotard, Rorty. and so on, and many more names and writings appear.

The amount of reading in this part of Marxist philosophy alone is enough to make Asama, who likes to dabble in dragonflies, a little daunting.

It is obviously arrogant and irresponsible to read only the bibliography and the introduction, or to simply listen to the comments of other scholars, rather than to carefully study the books of these people yourself.

After the fifth lap, close to 10 kilometers, Asama's brain was still messed up.

The cross-cutting relationship between modern philosophers and other disciplines is too complex, and it is obvious that his self-learning ability is not very good, and he cannot integrate all the contents.

The only gain from Asama is not the depth, but the horizontal tactile bypass.

The development of modern art and the cultural movements corresponding to the philosophical trend of thought can all see the shadow of irrational philosophy in the shallow room.

The development of any learning is like a river, which can be traced upward.

Fashion design, music, literature, and philosophical theories are all new in the process of rebellion, but innovation cannot be talked about without an object of opposition. This cultural continuity has made Asama have a sense of awe for time.

His yearning for the strength of the shadow is not a rebellion against all kinds of heroism.

Most people don't know what they really like, and it seems that given a reason or two, they can fall in love for a while. However, most people have a clear idea of what they hate.

It's naturally unreliable to find what you like from things you instinctively hate.

People who hate meat dumplings don't necessarily like white rice dumplings dipped in sugar.

People who hate bananas don't immediately find the right fruit for them.

There are also people who hate fish, crabs, mussels and other seafood, but they like to eat lobster.

But for Pochi next to him, Asama can only say that the perception is complicated.

Like?

Dislike?

Neither of these words seemed appropriate for her.

I'm good at dancing and athleticism, but I always look like I want to stay at home and grow mushrooms.

Obviously, her learning ability is also good, she looks like a female college student when she reads, she looks like a trainee wife when she cooks, and she looks like an actor when she lies, but the whole person looks like she has not grown at all.

is very obedient, so that Asama can't enter the red temperature smoothly, and she is reasonably punished.

Just as mankind entered the era of non-religion, although people have unprecedented rights, technology, and civilization, they also find themselves homeless. With the loss of religion as an all-encompassing framework, man is not only left with nothing, but also into a fragmented being.

Poki is such a distressing, broken, homeless existence.

But the new meaning of existence she found was nothing more than a change of God.

I don't have high requirements for Poch at all, so why do I feel difficult?

The girl's blonde hair and double ponytail fluttered with her steps, as if thinking about the reins of a wild horse, pulling all the direction of Asama's thinking to her.

Obviously, he was going to be sent to the countryside by Asama during the summer vacation, but when he heard that Asama was going home for the holidays, Pochi was in a good mood like a sunny day in Tokyo.

"Ah Shui, you're in good shape today~ Are we going to run 10 laps today?"

"One more lap is almost."

"Hey, hey~ Ah Shui's running appearance is becoming more and more professional~~~ Master is very satisfied~~~"

"Oh."

"You're going to perform a drum kit today, right?"

"Hmm."

"Will Ah Shui break the drum with his head?"

"Hmm"

"You're not listening to me! Hey, Ah Shui! Why are you running so fast? ”

Pochi puffed out his cheeks and chased after him.

In order to respond to the initiative of all members of the Relationship Counseling Department except for themselves.

Asama and Pochi simply made 5 dishes before going out, and met up with the Immortal River at the Azabu Juban intersection.

Genki idol girl proudly displays her calligraphy work.

"Robert-kun, your headscarf, I made it for you~~~ Qiang Qiang~~~ specially match your hair color, and make a black turban!"

On the black headscarf, there are four large red characters written in Kantei-ryu calligraphy that resembles a shop sign from the Edo period.

Did you include the names of all the members of the band?

Of course, there is no Poch in these four words.

But Pochi didn't seem to feel any loneliness, and when he saw Immortal Chuan take out this turban, he raised his thumb and praised.

"Oh! - Xiao Lishi is very powerful! Wear a bowl scroll that can at least +5 momentum~"

"Huhu~ Sister Pochi still has a vision~"

In Pochi's eyes, the other three girls present are still in the debuff that Asama indirectly rejected in the stage play, so there is nothing to worry about.

And she really doesn't know much about rock instruments, so why should she be a performer of [one minute on stage, ten years off stage]?

So Uncle Pochi didn't fall into [he actually formed a band with them, and he didn't take me to play!] ] of anxiety.

Immortal Kawa wants to take off Asama's hat and put a headscarf on Asama.

The movement was nimly avoided by Asama, and the turban was snatched into his hand.

The vitality idol secretly said that it was a pity, turned his head to look at Poqi and asked,

"Is Sister Pochi's hijab ready?"

"Hehe~ I've been ready for a long time!"

When?

Asama watched Poki pull out a roll of thin cloth from his dog's purse, which was about the length of the extra-long headband of the fans who called for the stars.

Speaking of calling, it was a pity that I couldn't watch Horikita's final bare stick dance yesterday.

When Poki pulled out the headband and put it directly on his head, Asama saw the words on her headband-

[Bo Feng Shui Gate].

Don't think it's all blonde, you can just cos!

At least wear a forehead guard, not a headband!

"Hehe, this one of mine is not only +5 in momentum, but also +5 in ninjutsu physical illusion!"

No, the core stat is Intelligence minus 5.

Poki pestered Asama all the way to cooperate with her to complete the compound ninjutsu,

"Ah Shui must be the Mizukage, let's have a shot with me, the fourth generation Hokage, [Hurricane Water Vortex Technique]~~~"

"Whew—Wind skills? Do you need my cooperation in releasing [Nine Typhoons]? ”

Feed! Did you turn out to be the Immortal River of Demon Slayer Blade?

For some reason, after Poki joined the group, the average IQ that the Romance Counseling Department was proud of was seriously lowered.

It is said that the lower the IQ, the easier it is to be happy.

And in the United States, there is a prejudice that blonde girls are equal to stupid.

Asama thinks it's definitely not a prejudice!

Futami and Majima followed along, watching Pochi interact with the Immortal River, smiling without saying a word.

The noisy team is not as conspicuous this time as before, or rather, the form of attention paid to by the female classmates who like to talk quietly the most is more hidden.

The effect of [Lone High Ultimate Insulator] is immediate.

Asama glanced at it for the second time, and the girl's smile became even brighter, and the bright smile made Kiyori's cold face more attractive.

Today's Da Ming God, her skin is shining like a pearl, she is like the precious pearl in the Gospels, which is a more noble existence than the gods in the books and the system in the brain.

Asama looked at Majima again, and the short-haired girl pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly at him.

"Excuse me, still water."

Are you apologizing for yesterday's impromptu performance?

"It's fine."

"Everyone seems to attribute the credit of the screenwriter to me, and it is clear that you are the one who contributed the most to the plot."

Is that what it turned out to be about?

Asama looked at the girls around her, as if they had no guilt for their atrocities yesterday.

Although the reason for his disappearance yesterday was like a secret that could not be spoken, it was tacitly ignored by everyone.

Is this also their gentleness?

Asama didn't think much about it, and continued to move forward with the lunch.

When they came to the school gate, the group was stopped by a white-haired man wearing a mask.

Asama recognized this person and quickly learned that this person had come to him.

The minister of the [Bronze Tree Anomaly Human Mutual Aid Department] holds an inflatable doll in a princess holding position.

He looked straight at Asama and said lightly,

"You, not normal."

Asama ignored the man and prepared to make a detour, but the Minister of the Bronze Tree pinched the doll's feet and placed the doll's head horizontally in front of Asama as if he were using a spear.

Asama looked at the Discipline Inspector in the distance, but she didn't seem to care about what was happening at the school gate.

Her head was facing this way, but her eyes were looking to the side, apparently noticing the situation.

Asama remembered his [Limelight Commissioner] Debuff to the Wind Discipline Commissioner, and he could only meet the gaze of the Minister of the Bronze Tree.

"Senior, is there something wrong?"

Minister Bronze Tree put away the doll and smiled at Asama,

"Hehe, interested in breaking your fingers, oh no, join my club? I can play something else. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested."

Minister Bronze Tree put away his smile and said to Asama,

"Really? That's a pity. It's my fateful opponent, but I only won one game, and this smug look is not [Kaneki Ken]! ”

"Minister! Why did you snatch the things from the Women's Body Research Department, they are going to blow up! ”

"Minister, this is!"

The other members of the Bronze Tree rushed over and stood beside their minister, looking at [Kaneki Ken] Asama Shizumi, whose face was much more ordinary than their minister's, and unconsciously formed a confrontation with the people in the love counseling department.

A bus was placed at the school gate, which quickly attracted onlookers.

Which game did I win, and how about I throw in now?

"No, this senior, although I know you, I have never regarded you as an opponent."

Asama didn't speak loudly, but it still caused a commotion.

"There has been, Asama-sama's contempt!"

"Do you have to be brave to enjoy this?"

"Nanase seniors in the third year X class, their class is also a COS café, but Nanase seniors seem to have encountered a big failure."

"Their club failed to challenge Guinness."

The Minister of the Bronze Tree laughed and snapped his index finger,

"Hahahaha - is it a public opinion attack? Legendary mental manipulation? It's not like this, it's not [Kanekiken], obviously, I still won. ”

"Well, you won."

Hearing Asama's perfunctory, Minister Bronze Tree's face became solemn,

"Asama-kun, don't you want to say that I'm [extremely boring, ugly, and vulgar]?"

Asama motioned to Futami to let them go to school, but the girls didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.

"It's not. If the seniors wanted to confirm that I didn't look like [Kanekiken], I should already know the answer by now. If it weren't for the needs of the class project, I wouldn't have anything to do with this character, and I know very well that I'm weak, and I'm far worse than you. ”

Minister Bronze Tree shook his head and said,

Sure enough, the rumors were not credible. No, have you already started brainwashing me? No wonder looking at your whole feeling, there is a strange sense of alienation."

"I'm sorry senior, I didn't have anything else to do, so I missed it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of breaking the air sounded, and Asama gently rolled over with a side hand to dodge the attack of the Minister of the Bronze Tree.

"The attack just now can be dodged sideways, but you habitually use a rollover, Asama, you are really abnormal."

At this time, Asama was convinced of the gold content of Yingwa Freedom.

Don't you even deal with neuropathy?

"The minister is running away, and the people from the women's body department are chasing after him!"

"Cut, haunted fellow. Asama, I'll come back to you when I'm free, an anomalous human being, and I should help each other. ”

No need!

The Minister of the Bronze Tree threw the inflatable doll at Asama before slipping away, but Asama dodged it.

Before being picked up by the Women's Body Research Department, the doll in the uniform of Yinghe fell to the ground on all fours.

Like the still water in the shallow room, it attracts attention and is undisturbed. (End of chapter)