Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 110: On the eve of the decisive battle, the teacher's uniform reward
The setting sun shines on the water, creating sparkling waves.

Beneath the gently turning waterwheel, fallen leaves piled up, emitting a slight rotten smell... Takahashi Keisuke turned his head away. Most literati liked mono no aware, but he was not decadent to the extent of liking the smell of decay.

Opposite the waterwheel is a wide-open door.

The TV screen was facing this side, and Takahashi Keisuke looked at the reporter's interview.

Hasegawa, Takaki Ikezawa, and many familiar faces all stood in line clearly.

"I personally support Mr. Ikezawa's evaluation. It is true that Mishima's writing has a certain magic, but he likes to show off too much, which makes him lose the fresh and natural beauty. In my opinion, if he can return to the simple writing style of "Dancing Girl" in time and get rid of the pursuit of commercialism, he may be able to win the Akutagawa Prize..."

The person speaking on the screen is Tojo, the editor-in-chief of Bungeishunju.

This right-winger in a suit and tie, with his hands behind his back, openly criticized authors from rival publishers.

“Bullshit! Saying that “The Tide” has commercial pursuits is fine, but “The Temple of the Golden Pavilion” has absolutely no commercial compromises. It is better to say that “The Sun and the Tower” is a commercial literature created purely to satisfy the pleasure of readers…”

Watanabe Noboru said this with a look of disdain while drinking his tea.

Takahashi Keisuke remained silent.

The words of my old friend just now were still in my mind. If Mishima had been recorded in history, then he, who appeared as a villain in this period of history, would inevitably be cursed by future generations for hundreds of years.

He shuddered at the thought of that future.

He would rather be scolded now than be scolded after he dies and can no longer speak.

"Hey, I found something very strange. Since the release of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion, it seems that Shinchosha has not come out to support its author." Watanabe Noboru drank tea, frowned slightly, and asked puzzledly: "Aren't Mishima's books very popular? He is also the author of the Newcomer Award. It is illogical for Shinchosha to do this."

"It's a bit wrong. I haven't seen Mishima's promotional advertisement either." Takahashi Keisuke said, holding a teacup.

"Didn't you guys go back to school today?" The female student who was making tea nearby looked over. "Today the whole school is covered with Mishima's posters. Several other schools have put them up too. Not just the university, but almost all the middle schools have put them up too."

"It seems that they will focus on the student market." Takahashi Keisuke looked thoughtful.

"If handled properly, Mishima may still be able to turn the situation around." Watanabe Noboru looked at him cheerfully with an attitude that had nothing to do with him. "Takahashi, I like him quite a bit. Do you mind if I say a few good words about him?"

Takahashi Keisuke said nothing, his face as gloomy as water.

"You have been blinded by greed and have long forgotten your original intention of pursuing literature." Watanabe Noboru happily finished the tea in the cup, holding the low table with his hand and trying to stand up, "I am old, I have to go back to the house to warm myself by the fire, I will go back first."

"Teacher Watanabe, I'll take you there." The female student hurried over, helped him up, and walked him out.

Takahashi Keisuke was the only one left in the yard, drinking bitter tea in silence.

It was midwinter, in a small courtyard in Kyoto at dusk, the sun was setting, crows were crying, yellow leaves were flying, grass was untied, and the fields were shrouded in mist, giving a feeling of being at home at dusk; looking into the distance, one could see the Eastern Mountains covered in silver, as pure as ice and jade, making one forget about everything else and myself.

"Ah~"

Takahashi Keisuke sighed.

When he was young, he was also a brave and fearless young writer like Mishima...

As a fledgling, he liked to use sharp and bold words to satirize decadent rules and criticize the pretentious intellectuals and the greedy chaebol groups... He was still a teenager at that time.

What is a teenager?

I don’t feel happy when I see the spring breeze, I don’t feel annoyed when I see the summer cicadas, I don’t feel sad when I see the autumn wind, I don’t feel sighed when I see the winter snow.

Dare to face injustice!

With his fearless and outspoken youth spirit, Takahashi Keisuke quickly gained a reputation in the literary world. He fought back despite being disliked by his predecessors and eventually...

From a new writer to a respected veteran writer.

From a small assistant teacher, he became the powerful dean of the Faculty of Literature.

In the end, he became the "senior" he hated most when he was young.

Maybe he doesn't want this...

But his position does not allow him to do otherwise.

The literary world is a very niche one, with limited space within it. His position forced him to exclude dissidents and suppress young people in order to make room for his own students and strengthen the influence of the Kyoto School in the literary world... Academic cliques, these are the academic cliques, what he hated the most when he was young.

In this bleak evening, thinking back on the course of his life, Keisuke Takahashi felt a sense of emptiness.

He debuted at the age of 20 and is now over 60 years old.

Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye. Thinking back on how I have struggled mightily in this world of fame and fortune, although I often feel inadequate, I have also earned a reputation. However, even as I grow older, I dare not relax, as I still have to worry about my reputation being damaged at any time...

Now thinking back, it would be better to stay away from disputes from the beginning rather than exhausting half of my body... Staring blankly at the screen on TV, Takahashi Keisuke's heart fell into emptiness.

Even if he has accumulated fame, what good can it do?
After his death, he might be reviled for hundreds or thousands of years by future generations because of the friction between him and Mishima... He was immersed in such nothingness and couldn't extricate himself. He didn't even notice that his student had returned. Suddenly, he saw the fruit knife on the tea table out of the corner of his eye.

"Dad!" the female student shouted quickly.

Takahashi Keisuke was startled and looked over blankly.

Although he is over sixty years old, he is in good health and did not look old before, but now he shows a strong air of decline.

"Are you tired? Go back and have a rest..." Takahashi Sonoko said while observing her old father's expression.

It is very common for Japanese writers to commit suicide, so don't be too upset, Dad.

"Huh? Oh, oh..."

Takahashi Keisuke responded with a dull expression, as if he had completely lost all his energy.

How could a person decline so quickly in such a short period of time... Takahashi Mariko was secretly frightened as she ran over to help him up, considering whether to call a doctor. Suddenly, her old father looked at the TV and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

A young face appeared on TV.

"Wait, let me finish reading." Takahashi Keisuke sat down again.

"It's Mishima."

Takahashi Yuanzi's face lit up with joy and she quickly knelt down.

The young man on TV is her idol, he is so young and handsome.

A talented, young, handsome and gentle writer... Takahashi Mariko looked at the face on TV, her mind full of infatuated thoughts like "so handsome", "my husband is so sweet", "I want to give birth to a baby for him".

Ah, no, no, this is too blasphemous to idols...

Takahashi Yuanzi placed her small hands on her legs and tightly grasped the edge of her skirt.

She forced herself to remain calm and suppress the emotions churning in her heart, her nails involuntarily rubbing against the flesh-colored stockings on her legs.

"Mr. Mishima, the Akutagawa Prize will not be awarded to you this time..."

On TV, reporters throw out questions, tempting young and energetic writers to say something irrational, the best of which is to criticize the unfairness of the Akutagawa Prize, which would anger all the predecessors who have won the Akutagawa Prize in the past.

"How bad!" Takahashi Yuanzi was very angry and her fingernails hooked into her stockings.

"and many more!"

The young man in the camera interrupted the reporter, his lips pursed into a straight line, his eyes flashing a clear and sharp light.

At this moment, Takahashi Keisuke's heart trembled.

He saw purity in the young man's eyes, and the so-called purity was the idea of ​​cutting down evil.

Purity, integrity and innocence are transformed into a sharp blade to kill evil. When it slashes through the evil, blood splatters everywhere, which is as passionate and romantic as a poem.

Therefore, purity is poetry.

Facing the camera, the young man's eyes were sparkling, and his voice, though calm, was very powerful: "If the Akutagawa Prize is not awarded to me, it is the loss of the Akutagawa Prize, not my loss."

The sharp blade that kills the traitor is coming down.

In an instant, cherry blossoms bloomed in the lonely yard, and the blood on the boy's sword broke through the hypocritical prosperity... Takahashi Keisuke held his breath, and felt the wicked villain's smelly and hot blood splashing on his face through the falling petals.

Takahashi Sonoko's heart was even more broken.

His heart was filled with emotions and he was about to do something to vent them, so his nails, which were hooked on something, became tighter and tighter.

"Hiss~"

The flesh-colored stockings are snagged.

"Oh, I'll go prepare lunch..." Before her old father looked over, Takahashi Sonoko hurriedly ran away, covering her thigh.

■

On December 12, the list of 10 shortlisted works for the 72nd Akutagawa Prize for Literature was announced.

The emerging writer Mishima received two nominations for "The Wave of Waves" and "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

Among the readers, there is a high consensus that Mishima should win the award, but in the eyes of people in the industry, he seems to be unpopular.

In response to this, at the Akutagawa Prize reception held that afternoon, in response to reporters' questions, Mishima openly declared: "If the Akutagawa Prize is not awarded to me, it is the loss of the Akutagawa Prize, not my loss."

As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly caused a huge earthquake in public opinion.

There are many rules in Japanese society, and the most important one is "obeying the rules."

Someone like Mishima who challenges the rules again and again is truly an anomaly.

As soon as the news came out, the entire right-wing writers group suddenly became like ants in a pot, and started to criticize collectively, especially those writers who had won the Akutagawa Prize.

Mishima, who was already in a passive position, was in an even worse situation in terms of public opinion.

At the critical moment, only Professor Kiyono was still not afraid of anything and directly criticized the "Akutagawa Prize", believing that it was too subjective, its professionalism was getting worse year by year, and its commercial nature was even greater than its literary nature.

Moreover, he also suggested that the industry should introduce a new award in a timely manner to replace the Akutagawa Prize.

When the other publishing houses saw this, they thought, okay, let us launch a new award to replace the Akutagawa Prize... But they didn't dare to say it directly, so they let their own authors speak out in support of Professor Kiyono and help him criticize the Akutagawa Prize.

Nakaharu Kiyono, who is known for his poor popularity in the industry, was stunned for a moment when he saw the sudden increase in friends and supporters, and wondered to himself: "Where do I get my popularity from?"

Those who support the Akutagawa Prize and those who oppose the Akutagawa Prize engaged in a war of words.

Many people are paying attention to this incident.

Kitajima Isao is one of them.

He is a well-known book reviewer with over a million fans across all platforms.

He is also a big fan of Mishima.

When "Dancing Girl" was published, Kitajima Isao received a commission to write a negative article about "Dancing Girl", but he was finally convinced by the work. In the end, he just perfunctorily gave the client a comment that "the author's work is too short and is not recommended."

He gave a very high evaluation of the later work "Tide of Sorrow".

When he saw "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", he read it as soon as possible and was completely shocked by Mishima's talent. However, he received a call from Shinchosha in advance and agreed to the suggestion of delaying commenting for the sake of their publicity pace.

Most of his colleagues received calls from Xinchao.

Those who accepted Shinchosha's suggestion remained silent for the time being and refrained from posting long reviews of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" on the Internet.

Those who disagreed with Shinchosha's suggestion were basically people who were not on good terms with Mishima or Shincho and were planning to give a bad review. However, after seeing "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", they all fell silent.

They really didn't dare to give a bad review to this masterpiece which could be described as "great".

What if I get liquidated later?

Everyone still remembers clearly how those who started cursing before the release of "Chao Sao" some time ago were punished afterwards.

It is better to wait for your peers to take the lead before giving bad reviews secretly... Many smart people have thought of this and will not comment for the time being, and then they will find that everyone is smart.

The combination of these two factors led to the situation in which the literary world was silent after the publication of "The Golden Pavilion".

According to the plan, book reviewers who accepted Shinchosha's suggestions should start publishing long reviews today.

but……

But now such a thing has happened.

what can we do about it?

Before Professor Kiyono spoke out, mainstream public opinion was to belittle Mishima.

At that time, giving positive reviews to "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" was tantamount to going against the mainstream.

If you don't follow the mainstream, you will have to publicly question the judges of the Akutagawa Prize and those literary giants who have won the Akutagawa Prize.

Soon after, Professor Kiyono spoke up, causing the situation to become chaotic.

The battle between the two sides was tense and the situation was very unclear...

Looking at the title on the computer screen: "Why do I say that the Golden Pavilion is a masterpiece?", Kitajima couldn't help scratching his hair a few times, and fell into a dilemma.

"Damn it, what should I do?"

He is not Mishima and does not have the courage to go against the mainstream.

He didn't dare to act rashly before the situation became clear, so... after a while, he could only send an email to Shinchosha, asking them how they planned to deal with this turmoil.

If he wanted to support Mishima, he would have more confidence when charging forward with the backing of Japan's oldest publishing house.

What is the new attitude?

No one knows the answer to this question yet.

Will they completely fall out with Bungeishunju, or even the Ishihara Group, just for the sake of a contracted writer?

The film and television adaptation rights of many works in the Shincho Bunko are still expected to be purchased by the Ishihara Group. Since Mishima alone had a falling out with his financial sponsor, would other authors agree to such a thing?

Colleagues in the publishing industry are closely following the developments of Shinchosha.

As for what Professor Kiyono said about "establishing a new award to replace the Akutagawa Prize", they just treated it as a fun show and let their own authors make a fuss to disgust Bungeishunju, but they didn't take it seriously.

It's not that they don't want to replace the Akutagawa Prize, but Japan is a country with too serious social class stratification. Even literary awards are strictly hierarchical. There is absolutely no possibility that a new literary award can shake the old one.

Many people in the industry sneer at the literary nature of the Akutagawa Prize, believing that their sometimes shady manipulations really tarnish the noble nature of literature.
But everyone also recognized the value of this award.
…because other awards might be worse.

The very popular Akutagawa and Naoki are just the tip of the iceberg of Japanese literary awards.

Established by the government, established by publishing houses, established by universities;

Pure literature and popular literature each have their own territories, and within the territories of the two there are newcomer awards and non-newcomer awards, and within the newcomer awards there are open recruitment and non-open recruitment - the connections are complicated and the effects vary.

Popular literature is divided into mystery, science fiction, history...

If we want to sort out these literary appreciations, we can only remove the complicated divisions and divide them into two major categories: pure literature and popular literature.

Among pure literature awards, the Tanizaki Award stands at the top and is the most prestigious literary award in the current Japanese literary world. Winning this award is equivalent to proof that you have won the first place in the Japanese literary world.

The second level from below is the Akutagawa Prize.

The value of the Akutagawa Prize is slightly lower than that of the Tanizaki Prize, mainly because the Akutagawa Prize is an award for new writers to establish their position in the literary world, while the Tanizaki Prize is not limited to new writers.

The third tier is the Newcomer Award organized by the five major publishing houses.

Starting from the fourth tier, there are good and bad ones, but there are also some literary awards established by big financial groups and the Japanese government that have a certain value. Winning awards at this level can also be recognized by the literary world and allow for an official debut.

Those after that are just fake awards.

In the field of popular literature, the Yoshikawa Prize, like the Tanizaki Prize, is unique.

The second tier is the Naoki Award.

The third tier is literary awards such as the Edogawa Prize for mystery and the Nebula Prize for science fiction.

Popular literature is naturally despised by pure literature. If it cannot win the Naoki Prize or the Yoshikawa Prize, it must at least win the most prestigious literary award in the field. Otherwise, it is not worthy of eating at the literary table... As for those who write light novels, sit at the same table with the dogs.

Precisely because the hierarchy of literary awards is so strict, when Mishima shouted "It's their pity that they didn't give me the award", his hidden meaning was actually "The Akutagawa Prize is dispensable". In more serious cases, it could be extended to mean "The Akutagawa Prize is not worthy of me".

It's so arrogant.

At this point, everyone realized that things were not going to end well.

Between Mishima and Akutagawa Prize, who will have the last laugh?
If on January 1st the Akutagawa Prize is really not awarded to him, how will he respond?
Will Shinchosha confront the enemy head-on?
The entire literary world is full of expectations for this.

In the second half of 2010, this literary war officially reached its climax.

■

In the evening, a fine winter rain began to fall.

The coldness penetrates the heart.

There was a fire burning in the fire pit in the tea room, and the red flames danced and shone on Matsueda Shinsako's eyebrows.

Listening to the crackling sound of burning firewood, she was browsing the forum messages on her mobile phone. Her noble and cold oval face was illuminated to look rosy and soft, and her delicate nose tip was shining like a mirror.

Looking at the public opinion war that A Qing had once again started, she frowned, worry written all over her face.

"He must be under a lot of pressure now, right? As the mistress, I have to do something he likes to help him relieve the stress." In the flickering firelight, Matsueda Shinsako murmured to herself, "The things I bought a few days ago can be used..." The courtyard was wet with drizzle, and the lilies that had just bloomed were drenched in the rain without any resistance, enduring the cold destruction.

Masako Matsueda looked at the door from time to time, waiting anxiously.

...Please come back soon, otherwise I won’t dare to give you any benefits when my daughters come back.

Finally, when it was about to get dark, the sound of a car was heard outside the yard.

"Okay, thank you for taking me back."

"Hmm~"

Aqing's voice came from outside.

Matsueda Shinsako immediately ran out of the tea room, and with her slender and delicate little hand like a lily, she placed her hand on the cold handle of the iron door and pulled it open with great effort.

Besides Aqing, there was another woman outside the door.

She had a cold high nose and a small mouth. She was a beautiful woman. She wore a white evening gown and an old-fashioned suit that Qing had chosen. Matsueda Shinsako's eyes narrowed slightly. She had personally chosen that suit for Qing!

Tokugawa Rinko looked at the mistress in a rattan purple twill kimono and greeted her politely: "Hello, Aunt Masako, I'm Rinko."

"Hmm~"

Matsueda Shinsako held the shelf and nodded slightly.

Judging from her relationship, she and Rinko are actually just cousins, and she is one generation older than her.

Looking at the second young lady of the main family, Matsueda Shinsako said calmly: "Please come in! Have you eaten yet? I'll ask the servants to cook. Come in and sit for a while..."

"No, I have to go back." Tokugawa Rinko shook her head.

Her quiet voice seemed to be entangled with the sound of light rain, which made people think: she is the rain girl who came with the winter rain.

"I'll pick you up at 8:30 tomorrow morning." Tokugawa Rinko looked at Matsueda Kiyaki.

"Thank you for your help." Matsueda Kiyoaki nodded in greeting.

"It's okay. I just happen to have my own plans, and you are a very important part of my future plans..." Tokugawa Rinko raised her hand and waved gently, turned around, got into the Rolls-Royce, and drove away quickly.

"?"

The corner of Matsueda Shinsako's eye twitched.

...Suit, suit. The suit you took away was the one I bought for Aqing!

"Come on, why are you standing here like an idiot instead of going back?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda in confusion.

Matsueda Shinsako turned her head to look at him, and for some reason, her eyes seemed a little resentful...

If it were any other time, Songzhi Qingxian would have teased her, but he was not in the mood now and walked into the tea room in silence.

He was really in a bad mood, and Matsueda Shinsako, who had an increasingly good understanding with him, saw it at a glance. She quickly picked a few lilies from the yard, followed him into the tea room, and stood on tiptoe to take off her muddy clogs.

The cloth socks on her small feet looked very beautiful in Song Zhiqing's eyes.

"I planted these lilies myself. After more than two months, they are finally blooming. I'll trim them and put them in a vase. This kind of flower can ward off disease and disaster." Matsueda Shinsako leaned back at the tea table and picked up a pair of small scissors.

The flower scissors made a slight sound, and her silhouette looked exceptionally beautiful under the light.

Songeda Qingxian looked at her and saw that her white little hands were shining like water. Her eyes seemed to be wetted by the winter rain, showing a soft, maternal and loving expression.

I've been with her for half a year, but this is the first time I've seen her look like this.

Matsueda Kiyoaki thought to himself, maybe she would have had this kind of look when she had just given birth to Qingxue and Xiaolu, but in order to raise her two daughters alone, she had to use sternness and coldness to cover up her weak female nature...

Of course, there is another possibility.

Want to have another one?
Thinking of this, Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmm?" Matsueda Shinsako looked at him.

Matsueda Kiyoaki looked at her with a gleam in his eyes: "You have really gained weight recently."

In an instant, Matsueda Shinsako's face turned cold, and all the tenderness just now disappeared in an instant. Her hands were itching, and she just wanted to strangle this bastard who didn't know how to speak according to the situation.

Actually, what Matsueda Kiyoaki said was not wrong...

She has been in a very good mood recently, and her appetite has also been very good, and she eats obviously more.

Despite persisting in exercising, fat has quietly accumulated, giving me a slightly plump body shape.

It feels like a piece of white jade when you touch it.

However, she is 172 cm tall barefoot, so her figure has not been distorted and she does not look bloated.

Her figure still looks tall and well-proportioned, her skin is white and tender, like solidified fat, and her whole body is full of white fat, which makes her look very charming.

At this moment, she was angry and looked fierce.

"You should do more exercise to reduce body fat. Do you want me to do it with you?" said Kiyoaki Matsueda.

These words sounded lewd, and Matsueda Shinsako rolled her eyes at him, then concentrated on arranging flowers.

After trimming the lilies, she came over and lowered her head gently, like a virtuous wife who had just finished needlework with great dexterity: "Are you tired today? Listen to the record, let me press some music for you..."

"Okay~"

Kiyoaki Matsueda smiled with relief.

The mistress is becoming more and more obedient, it seems that she has been well educated.

Masako Matsueda stood up and walked to a mahogany-colored box-shaped phonograph next to her, a retro wind-up phonograph, and picked up a 12-inch red record and put it on the player, it was Chopin's "Serenade" record.

After the piano melody sounded, Matsueda Shinsako knelt behind Matsueda Kiyoaki and gently massaged his shoulders with her small hands.

"How does it feel?" she asked with a little anticipation.

Songeda Qingxian smiled and said, "Have you never given anyone a massage in your life?"

"Yes." Matsueda Shinsako replied in a low voice.

How could such a proud and strong-willed woman like her condescend to give a massage to others? Only this bastard in front of her could make her yield...

"I can only say that the future is promising!" Kiyaki Matsueda used a highly emotionally intelligent statement.

"Oh!" Matsueda Shinsako sneered, "Of course, I am an unreasonable mistress, how can I serve others. Go find the second young lady of the main family, she will obey you in everything, ask her to give you a massage."

"Stop it." Kiyoaki Matsueda grabbed her wrist.

The slender wrist, like white jade and celadon, feels soft and warm in the hand, and is particularly comfortable to hold in this cold weather.

Matsue Masako leaned against his back and asked, "What is your relationship with the second lady of the Zong family?"

"It's a relationship between superiors and subordinates, what else is there?" Kiyaki Matsueda has always been an honest man.

Matsueda Masako opened her eyes wide, filled with grievance and indignation that she had never shown before: "Hmph! Don't think I don't know that you think the Matsueda family is not worthy of you now, so you want to marry someone better and run away, leaving us an orphan and a widow behind... He is younger than me and has more money..."

As she spoke, she was stunned.

What happened? She was such a strong person, but she never complained or grumbled like a nagging woman before...

"If you say so, then it is true." Matsueda Kiyoaki nodded, "Ms. Rinko not only supports me unconditionally, but she is also my childhood sweetheart..."

The corner of Matsueda Shinsako's eye twitched violently.

She had originally wanted to vent a little bit of her complaints and have him comfort her, thus satisfying her little womanizing desires, but she ended up being really pissed off by his words.

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard. I'll beat you to death, I'll beat you to death..."

"Don't make trouble!"

"If I don't kick you out today, I'm not the mistress..."

"You haven't been that person for a long time, okay? I am the head of this family!"

"You are so rebellious..."

The two men started fighting.

With his 8 points of physical strength, Kiyoaki Matsueda quickly subdued her and took off all her loose hair.

The gorgeous jet-black hair falls like a black waterfall, which is stunning.

She was still very young when she gave birth to Qingxue and Xiaolu, and afterwards she paid great attention to maintenance and keeping her figure. After her slightly old-fashioned hair fell down, she still looked like a woman in her thirties, and her temperament and figure were still at the peak of her life.

In front of outsiders, she has a strong personality and never shows her hair.

Now not only is his hair disheveled, but even his expression and eyes have become obedient.

"Don't worry, I won't leave." Kiyokatsu Matsueda gently stroked her hair.

"Hmm~"

Shinsako Matsueda made a faint nasal sound.

She was more convinced than anyone else that he would not leave. She was throwing a tantrum for no reason, not only because she wanted him to interact intimately with her, but also because she wanted to distract him and relieve his mental stress.

Now, it's time to move on to the next step.

Matsueda Shinsako stood up and looked down at him: "Qingxue and Xiaolu will be home in another hour. Do you want me to relax you..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki was furious and shouted, "Am I such a person?"

Matsueda Shinsako snorted coldly and said with some disdain: "No?"

"I won't play unless you put on the uniform!" Kiyaki Matsueda expressed his determination.

Hearing this, Matsueda Shinsako widened her eyes and looked at him in disbelief. This little bastard...

"How did you know I bought it?"

"..."

It’s over.

Kiyoaki Matsueda covered his face in despair.

...From now on, I and this woman whose brain is gradually becoming ill can only be said to be birds of a feather.

"Turn around and come back later..."

Matsueda Shinsako said this somewhat embarrassedly, then bent down, took out a bag from under the tea table, and turned behind the screen.

It was drizzling outside after a century of long wait.

"...Okay, turn around."

Kiyoaki Matsueda immediately turned his head and his eyes widened instantly.

The originally conservative kimono was replaced with a chiffon shirt with lace, the lower body was a hip-hugging miniskirt, the legs were wrapped in black shiny tights, and the feet were wearing black high heels with red soles.

She has slender almond-shaped eyes, deep and sharp, and wears a pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses.

Holding a matching teaching stick in her hand, with her usual noble, cold and serious expression, she actually had the alluring aura of a cold and aloof female teacher.

She pushed up her glasses lightly and said in a high and cold voice: "Matsueda Kiyoaki, you can't look at the teacher like that!"

"Yes, teacher!" Songzhi Qingxian couldn't help but stand up, "I, Songzhi Qingxian, respect teachers the most in my life!"

■

During this time of teaching and educating, imparting knowledge and answering questions, Matsueda Kiyoaki explained his current state of mind to his teacher in detail and told her not to worry about him.

For writers, there is no one who doesn't want to win a prestigious literary award.

Some writers clearly feel that a certain award is dark and unworthy of them, but they still hope to win it, and have always been tormented by the contradictory feelings of desire and disdain.

Just like Dazai Osamu and the Akutagawa Prize.

In Kiyoaki Matsueda's original world, Dazai Osamu was nominated twice and lost twice.

The first time he was nominated, Dazai Osamu was confident that he would win and hoped that he could win the award. However, because the judge of that session, Yasunari Kawabata, said, "In my opinion, the author's current life is too chaotic and not suitable for winning an award," he unfortunately lost the award.

Dazai was furious about this and wrote a letter to Kawabata Yasunari in response: "It's ridiculous that the Akutagawa Prize seems to be decided by you alone... Do you think it's great that I am just like you, raising birds, attending dances, and living such an elegant life..."

For the second nomination, in order to increase his chances, Dazai Osamu wrote a letter to the judge at the time, Sato Haruo. He thought he would win for sure, but because of the "February 26 Incident", the Akutagawa Prize that year remained vacant without any winner, which directly led to his suicide.

When the third Akutagawa Prize came, Dazai Osamu, who was eager to win the prize, had to write a letter to Kawabata Yasunari, who disliked him, begging him. In the letter, he wrote: "Please give me hope... Although I failed to commit suicide and survived by relying on my shameless face, please praise me... Please hurry up! Don't let me die..."

I thought that if I put aside my dignity and begged the judges who hated me, I would finally be able to win the award.

As a result, a new rule was introduced for that year's Akutagawa Prize, which stipulated that candidates who had been nominated for the previous two sessions were not allowed to be on the shortlist for three consecutive sessions.

This time, Dazai Osamu's defense was broken, and he started indiscriminate attacks in anger and humiliation. Even Sato Haruo, the judge who always admired him the most, was criticized by him.

Until he successfully committed suicide and ended his life, Dazai Osamu never won the Akutagawa Prize.

So what if I wag my tail and beg for mercy like a puppy?

You can't play by other people's rules...

At the cocktail party this afternoon, Kiyoaki Matsueda recalled what happened to Dazai Osamu, and his thoughts gradually changed.

He wanted to win the Akutagawa Prize, but in fact he just thought that by plagiarizing Mishima Yukio's book, he could help Mishima Yukio make up for his regret of not having won the Akutagawa Prize.

The Akutagawa Prize was suspended for a period of time due to World War II. When it was resumed, Yukio Mishima had already become world-famous, so naturally he had no chance of winning the Akutagawa Prize, an award for new literary figures.

It now seems almost impossible to win the Akutagawa Prize in this world.

Then just start a new business.

In the original world, there is also a Mishima Yukio Prize that is as famous as the Akutagawa Prize.

There is no such award in this world.

Very good, let's use Yukio Mishima's own works to open this literary award in his memory!

After the teacher role-playing was over, Matsueda Shinsako curled up on the tatami, playing with his tie with her hands like a cat's paw that had found a new toy.

Kiyoaki Matsueda talks about his plan.

Listening to his voice, Matsueda Shinsako felt a surge of satisfaction from teaching and educating people.

"Are you going to establish a new literary award in your name?" she asked, looking up.

There was a hint of laziness on that bright and delicate oval face.

"Yes. How can you endure being bullied?" Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled and reached out to poke her delicate cheek.

"Don't move, or I'll bite you to death..." Matsueda Shinsako tilted her head and opened her mouth, wanting to bite him.

"I'm back……"

The voices of the two daughters came from outside the door.

Almost at the moment the door opened, Matsueda Shinsako, who was as obedient as a cat, jumped up from the tatami and hid behind the screen.

The agile movement amazed Songzhi Qingxian.

A moment later, Matsueda Shinsako changed back into her kimono and walked out, once again turning into the stern and decisive mistress of the Matsueda family - unfortunately, she didn't have time to take off her stockings.

The black silk feet were exposed from under the kimono skirt, and the wet toes were hooked, revealing the secret.

■

The next morning, at Shinchosha headquarters.

The sky outside was dark and the clouds were thick. The employees coming and going in the company all looked worried and sad.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Midori Kobayashi ran into the elevator.

With a lot of anger in my heart, I went to the office of the second editorial department.

The editors of the second department were all somewhat uneasy and the atmosphere was quite depressing.

What happened yesterday had such a huge impact that no one can laugh anymore...

In the editor-in-chief's office, Editor-in-Chief Matsushita rubbed his eyes and yawned repeatedly because of sleepiness... He had held several impromptu meetings with the top management last night, but failed to come up with a more suitable solution.

The door was suddenly roughly pushed open, and an angry Kobayashi Midori rushed in, shouting directly to her boss: "Editor-in-chief, they are going too far! We can't tolerate this any longer. Please ask the higher-ups to let us set up our own Akutagawa Prize to express our support for Mishima with action..."

"Clam?"

This almost fantastic idea shocked the editor-in-chief of Panasonic.

(End of this chapter)