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

Chapter 370: A Woman Carrying a Camera
"Oh? What are you planning now?"

Only I know that I have been shortlisted, but Takeda Akane in front of me has an expression that says "I'm making a bet on whether I can make it to the shortlist."

The other party often does this.

When I cheated myself out of my part-time job money at Yamanakako.

Ryukawa Toru went out to work in his first year of high school, and his monthly salary of around 10,000 yen was in the hands of the other party.

"If you can't get in, break up with Aunt Zhenfei."

The fluff of a dandelion fell on the girl's eyelashes, and Ryukawa Toru felt that the other party was really devoted to his relationship with Takeda Shinki.

"Did he go in?"

Longchuan Che smiled. This was a sure bet, so he would just cheat on whatever the other party had.

"Going in?"

Takeda Akane pinched her chin and acted as if she was almost able to get in.

"How about I accompany you to swim on the sunny beach after we get in? People like my uncle must be very interested in girls' bodies."

It seemed unnecessary to make any effort for this kind of thing. Long Chuan Che curled his lips and walked onto the Luas Red light rail.

From the hotel to the National Concert Hall.

Dublin is not very big and it only takes 20 minutes to get there by light rail.

The blue rail trains travel above and below ground. The Luas Red line has been in operation for over 100 years.

"Get your homework out."

In order to prevent Takeda Akane from saying things like the bet is the girl's young body, Ryuukawa Toru thought it would be better to find something to bet on the other person's mouth.

Cultural differences between Ireland and Japan.

The University of Tokyo assigned them this homework.

“Culture is a universal proposition.”

The girl writes about a lot of things, including music, food, and literary books.

“The emphasis is on the differences, not what Ireland has.”

After taking a few glances while sitting on the light rail, Long Chuan Che frowned with some disgust.

Culture is such a broad thing.

Food, folk customs, work, culture and education.

Even what you wear every day is a part of culture.

"It's too broad and wide. Tear it up and rewrite it."

Ryukawa Toru threw the girl's homework back to her with disgust. Takeda Akane curled her lips and changed to a new blank page as requested.

The girl changes the content of her lessons based on what she sees and hears on Bloomsday.

"When Muzi comes, will you go to the sunny beach with her?"

Longchuan Che didn't know why the other party was always obsessed with the sunshine and the beach.

"If you don't mess with me."

The pine tree is coming to Europe.

Or maybe she was going to come to Europe anyway.

She and her best friend Miss Imamura have made an appointment to travel to England in July, and will come to see Ryukawa Toru when the time comes.

England, Austria, and Sicily in southern Italy.

Unlike Longchuan Tetsu who has rarely traveled abroad, the girl has been to many places because of her parents.

"If you don't come with me, will you go with Muzi?"

According to what Longchuan Che said.
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Irish door panels are an architectural style left over from the golden age. Under the unified Victorian architecture, each household has a completely different colorful door.

The door pages in Dublin are brightly colored. Ryukawa Tetsu said this is related to the Irish people's love of drinking.

The lighting was kerosene lamps, and the drunken men found their way home through doors with distinct color differences.

A door connects Ireland's drinking culture, historical origins, and even one or two Irish stories in between.

Takeda Akane was impressed by the other party's ability, and then said casually:
"Is the body of a sports student more interesting to you, uncle, than the body of a dancer?"

Akane Takeda is a member of the dance club. She is flexible and has practiced yoga and ballet.

My girlfriend is a sporty type, she will iron out tan marks under the sky and get stained with traces of sunshine.

"Don't make me sound like a pervert."

He took Takeda Akane's homework, looked at it for a few seconds, and then handed it back.

Find a few differences in culture and then fill them in, Longchuan Che said after thinking for a while.

"The pinhole camera is unnecessary, and it's ridiculous that I would be interested in you." Longchuan Che didn't know how this ordinary woman came up with the trick of seducing him into making a mistake and then letting the general manager deal with him.

"I may be lustful and playboyish."

Longchuan Che glanced at the girl.

"But I can't possibly be interested in you."

Ryukawa Toru spoke in a calm tone, and Takeda Akane, who was holding her homework book, was stunned.

She opened her mouth to say something, then lowered her head and continued writing.

"you hate me?"

Because of something, Ryukawa Toru said to Takeda Akane that it was impossible. Takeda Akane wrote "Yeats is the rose poet of Ireland" and then erased it and wrote "Joyce is the lone warrior of Ireland."

Tiny traces and drifting snowflakes.

On this reading day filled with traces of Joyce, Takeda Akane heard Ryukawa Toru say as a matter of course:

"Is that certain?"

"Are you sure?"

Takeda Akane paused for a moment, then shrugged indifferently.

"I know."

There was no way that Longchuan Tetsu would like me, as I played the role of a villain in the first half of his life.

"You like people who are obedient and submissive."

Takeda Akane clasped her arms and pointed the camera at Ryukawa Toru.

"But psychological rejection cannot stop physical impulse."

In her eyes, I seemed to be a pervert who would invade her at the first impulse.

Longchuan Che looked a little strange as he watched the other party turn on the camera.

They were silent all the way because Longchuan Che didn't want to give the other party any handle.

Get off at the National Concert Hall of Ireland, where the shortlist is announced.

"Long, Mr. Longchuan."

A somewhat awkward voice was heard. Long Chuan Che turned around and saw that it was John Banville who had asked him to come over.

"This guy is the great Irish writer?"

When Ryukawa Toru came, he had already told Takeda Akane that an Irish playwright would be with him today.

John Banville was a very famous person in Ireland, and Takeda Akane was a little surprised.

"What? Not like?"

It's no wonder that the girl's tone was full of doubt, because John Banville who came up to her looked more like a suspect than a writer.

Wearing a mask and a coat.

"Your friend is a pervert."

Wear a coat when the temperature is over 20 degrees.

The corners of Takeda Akane's mouth twitched.

All writers have some quirks, Ryuukawa Toru would like to explain it this way.

But they watched John Banville lead them into the concert hall through a small door.

"Not really, Mr. John."

The corners of Longchuan Che's mouth twitched as well.

He met John Banville a week ago and the two had a pleasant chat at the salon.

Three days ago, the other party invited me to watch the shortlist announcement.

"Sorry, I'm not comfortable in crowded places."

Banville rubbed his head embarrassedly. There were reporters interviewing at the main entrance, so he always went through the small door every time he came.

The two men were standing at the door and were about to exchange a few words when suddenly another small car drove over.

The small door is a passage that only the organizers and Frank Novel Prize contestants can pass through. Longchuan Che saw Colm getting out of the car.

The man walked in a hurry, but after walking three or two steps into the passage he stopped.

"Yo."

Colm raised an eyebrow at the boy who spoke rudely to him.

"You're here pretty early."

(End of this chapter)