Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 170 You are a cat
The four words "The literary path has been broken" emblazoned on Ichiro Oo's face turned red.

People have been respectful to him on the surface over the years, but if he can't create any works, how sincere can they be to him?

Yesterday, Saito Asuka looked at him with disdain and asked him to use the other teacher to pressure him before he would drink.

"Nonsense!"

The bald middle-aged man showed an even angrier look than when Longchuan Che just talked about Monk Hongping.

The greatest pain for all creators is the failure of a writer to write.

"You dare to talk about me after writing two books, do you know that?"

"I know about the Akutagawa Prize."

Longchuan Che scratched his ear.

Nominated for the Akutagawa Prize, which is one of the twenty best works of the year, Ichiro Ono also led the trend for a while.

“The Fly exposes the dark side of society from a unique perspective, but what can you do now?”

It was very strange. Although the other party had more seniority and a higher status, Ichiro Oobi's face became paler and paler when facing him.

"Master Hongping only gave you a path to follow, class literature. It doesn't matter if you have talent, but you literati..."

Longchuan Che looked at the other party and shook his head.

Class literature must be governed by literature, but as creators, people of every age and stage have different ideas about their works.

Just like Ichiro Oobi wrote "The Flies" when he was young out of his dissatisfaction with the class government, but as he got older, he gained higher and higher social status through his works.

"Can you still write good class literature?"

Ryuukawa Toru's words are heart-piercing. As his life gets better and better, he has long lost the unique perspective he had in "The Fly". Satisfied with his life, he can no longer discover the dark side of life.

Longchuan Che left after saying this, completely ignoring the middle-aged man with a pale face.

In his opinion, this group of middle-class writers with a certain status were pedantic and unaware of it. It would be fine if they gave up writing completely, but they still had the desire to create, but they were just drawing a circle for themselves for the monk Hongping who was as tall as a mountain.

Thinking about the new haiku written by Oobi Ichiro, Ryukawa Toru looked at him again when he reached the cafeteria door.

Sitting between the tables, chairs and benches that he had overturned.

"As miserable as a dog."

Longchuan Che shook his head. The other party didn't think about how to break the deadlock, but only wanted to find a sense of superiority from the juniors.

"Amitabha, Longchuan donor cares about the literati all over the world, well done, well done."

A voice coming from behind startled Longchuan Che, and the Buddhist colloquialisms made him almost think that Hongping had come.

When she turned around, the eldest lady looked at him mischievously and saw Takeda Shinki following him.

The two women had different expressions. They obviously didn't expect Longchuan Che to tell the other party to her face that she had run out of ideas and her writing was not good.

"The young lady thinks highly of me."

Ryukawa Toru rolled his eyes. To him, Obi Ichiro was a model of having it all.

He wants to create excellent works, but is unwilling to jump out of the circle of class literature.

He knew that all his current status and position were related to class literature, and Monk Hongping would not tolerate him if he went to do other kinds of literature.

He couldn't give up his current status and position, and he was also unwilling to accept the popularity of young people like Longchuan Che.

"Let's go."

Ryukawa Toru had no shame in stabbing someone in public. He packed up a new portion of Hoto noodles and left the somewhat messy Kodansha restaurant.

"You writers are all like this?"

Walking in the corridor of the regular editorial department, Takeda Shinki walked between two new employees. She pinched her delicate chin and looked strange.

No matter what, Ichiro Obi is a grown man, and he lost control of his emotions after being scolded by Toru Ryukawa.

"The eloquence of the literati is amazing."

Takeda Shinki sneered at Ryukawa Tetsu. The woman was wearing a cool-colored suit, and a gray hip skirt that just reached her thighs. I don't know if it was to make her look more like a lady, but her black hair, which she usually wore, was also tied up behind her head in a very charming way.

"Other writers may not know, but I'm quite good at talking."

"nausea."

Ryukawa Toru answered seriously, but Miss Imamura spat at him for some reason.

The bright sun at noon was high in the sky, and from time to time the faint scent of cherry blossoms wafted in from outside the curtain of Kodansha.

Kodansha had a two-hour break at noon, but Ryukawa Toru did not go to the open-air cafe with the two women to rest.

"I have something I want to report to the executive, so I won't be with you two at noon."

Ryukawa Toru looked at the two of them with a smile. His words were mainly directed to Takeda Shinki.

Just now when they were having dinner, she said that her wife was too shy to come out and hang around, but when Ryukawa Toru wanted to go find her, Takeda Shinki didn't dare to follow her.

Social death is a two-way thing. Takeda Maki narrowed her eyes at Ryukawa Toru who was jumping in the face.

"Goodbye."

Ryukawa Tetsu became more and more anxious as he tried to find his wife, Takeda Maki. The boy got into the elevator to the top of the building and disappeared from Takeda Maki's sight.

The scenery along the way is still as beautiful as ever, with cherry blossoms in full bloom at Chidorigafuchi and the boiling green of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

The breath of spring was particularly obvious. When Ryukawa Toru walked into the general manager's office, Mrs. Takeda was lying on the sofa with her legs curled up.

"It seems that being a sister is quite boring, isn't it?"

The woman had a single volume of "Snow Country" on her body, and her breathing was slow and even.

"General Manager Takeda" does not have to deal with work, and does not dare to run around casually. Ryukawa Toru even suspects that Takeda Shinki deliberately switched identities with her sister so that the two of them cannot stay together every day during this period.

"Good morning, ma'am."

The woman fell asleep, her eyelashes fluttering gently in the dust of sunlight. Longchuan Che placed the packaged steamed bun noodles on the table next to him and gently pinched the woman's face.

It felt like smooth tofu. The woman frowned but didn't wake up.

"Difficult to handle."

Looking at the noodles that were about to fall apart, Longchuan Che thought for a moment and bent down.

My wife’s mouth is very soft, like cherry blossom petals wrapped in honey and frozen into jelly in winter.

It was sparkling in the sunlight, and when Longchuan Che bit it, it felt like he was holding a piece of jelly.

Mrs. Takeda had a strange dream.

In her dream, she returned to high school and met a boy with cat ears.

The boy has red lips and white teeth, but he looks a little scary when he smiles.

They go to class together and go home together, and occasionally attend celebrations together in their free time.

The wife liked him, she was sure.

Maybe it’s because of the other person’s cat ears, or maybe it’s because the smell of the other person is so familiar to my wife.

So the wife waited and waited, and finally received the other party's confession on a day when cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

"Let's date."

Longchuan Tetsu, who has cat ears, handed her a love letter.

The wife was about to take it when she felt someone blocking her mouth and nose.

It was like falling into the sea, and the boy who would smile at her gently and bring her lunch box was getting farther and farther away.

Mrs. Takeda opened her eyes angrily.

She saw Longchuan Tetsu looking at her with a smile.

(End of this chapter)