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

Chapter 441: Compiling the New Textbook

The next morning, the doorbell rang clearly at the Takeda residence.

The rain stopped, and the sweltering heat slowly permeated the air.

"Mr. Ono?"

Akane Takeda opened the door and greeted the man with the small mustache who looked somewhat familiar to her.

"Is Long Chuanche here?"

Ono Taro didn't come alone; he was accompanied by Ooichiro.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who claimed to be a disciple of Longchuan Che had an excited look on his face.

"He."

Akane Takeda turned around and glanced back.

The sky was filled with sunlight, and the Takeda residence was still filled with a crisp, refreshing mist in the early morning.

"Not up yet."

Akane Takeda spoke the truth.

"Not up yet?"

Ono Taro was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, Ryukawa Tetsu had a habit of exercising in the morning. It was already eight or nine o'clock, and it was rare for him not to be up yet.

"Can we go inside and sit for a while?"

Ono Taro smiled. He had heard about the changes within the Writers' Association, so he rushed to Kyoto early this morning.

Normally, any changes in the functions of the Writers' Association require elections and voting by its members.

However, Hirohira has become accustomed to having absolute control in recent years, which led to the quiet change of the chairman of the Japan Writers Association.

Nowadays, we wouldn't have to call him "Chairman," would we?

With this thought in mind, Ono Taro ran into Ryukawa Tetsu, who had just gotten up, in the courtyard.

"Longchuan-jun, you..."

Ono Taro was stunned.

The image of a boy who has just woken up is hardly appealing.

With messy, unkempt hair and a rolled-up tissue stuck in his nose.

"morning."

Longchuan Che smiled somewhat reluctantly at the three of them.

"Have a cold?"

The boy's attire clearly indicated that he had caught a cold. Akane Takeda frowned and stepped forward to touch Tatsukawa Tetsu's forehead with her hand.

"Kind of."

The hand that was pressed against his made Long Chuanche feel a little uncomfortable, but he didn't say anything because there were other people present.

Akane Takeda gestured for the others to go inside and sit down, while she turned to get the medicine.

"That is?"

Ichiro Oo, who had never met Akane Takeda, was curious, and the two had a closer relationship than ordinary friends.

“Longchuan-kun’s younger sister is very sensible, isn’t she?”

Ono Taro looked on with envy, thinking, "I wish my daughter was as well-behaved as that."

"What brings you here?"

Ryukawa Tetsu's lips twitched; they had never seen what Takeda Akane looked like before.

Spoiled, willful, and capricious.

It seems that things are really changing now, just as she said.

"Oh, right, right, business comes first."

The group didn't go inside; they started chatting outside.

Longchuan Che looked rather disheveled in his coat, but the other two looked radiant.

"The Writers' Association sent us."

The two exchanged a glance and smiled at Long Chuanche.

"They asked when you could go for your performance review. The retranslation of 'The Tale of Genji' and the things you promised the Ministry of Education some time ago both need to be put on the agenda."

The retranslation of "The Tale of Genji" was proposed by Princeton University, but was later carried out independently by the Tokyo Institute of Oriental Studies.

Now that Tatsuya Ryukawa is no longer in the Princeton academic team, those Westerners naturally no longer have the confidence to compete with Eastern scholars.

This matter was known to Tatsukawa Toru, but it was something else entirely.
"The promise you made to the Ministry of Education?"

Long Chuanche was puzzled.

In the past, it was fine as long as the Writers' Association didn't point their fingers at each other and hurl insults. How come they're cooperating now?

"Jun'ichirō Tanizaki Prize".

Ono Taro gave a somewhat awkward hint.

The gradual cooperation between the Ministry of Education and the Writers' Association is still related to the commotion caused by Tatsukawa Toru.

The idea of ​​retranslating "The Tale of Genji" in a foreign country is unacceptable on any level.

The two sides reached an agreement on this matter, which led to the subsequent events.
"The latest textbook compilation?" In the Takeda family's living room.

Mrs. Takeda, Akane Takeda, and the young lady all opened their mouths in astonishment, while only Tatsukawa Tetsu, who had just heard the news, was able to remain calm.

"Yes, that's right."

Ono Taro smiled and glanced around.

He had heard of the Takeda family in Kyoto before.

It is not as glorious as it once was, but the interior decoration is still unique.

A sun and moon fan hangs in the center, with a calligraphy scroll on each side.

Judging from the handwriting style, it should be written by Tatsukawa Toru, Ono Taro said after examining it for a while.

“The compilation of the new version of the Chinese language textbook is the most important task for the Writers Association in the second half of the year. During this period, Longchuan Jun will need to leave with us for a while.”

I hadn't even reported to the Writers Association yet, and this job came knocking on my door.

Long Chuanche suspected that the old monk had gone to the temple to find peace and quiet, but he had run into such trouble.

"Will it take a long time?"

The wife asked somewhat anxiously.

The Obon festival is just around the corner, and at this time, Ryukawa Tetsuo ran away, not knowing when he would return.

"It won't take long."

Taro Ono is like a teacher who takes children out to work and then explains things to their parents.

"We've just had a general chat with the people at the Ministry of Education; the actual writing will take a long time."

The compilation of school textbooks is a topic that we would never have dared to think about in the past.

The woman stared blankly at Tatsukawa Tetsu.

"Are you going to go down in history?"

In the future, when their children open their textbooks, the name Tatsuya Ryukawa might be printed on the text.

People study his articles and ponder his thoughts.

"Keep it simple!"

The wife suddenly said.

"why?"

Longchuan Che was curious.

"It's too difficult. What if your son can't learn it?"

"My wife's thought process has become increasingly bizarre lately," Long Chuanche thought, his lips twitching.

"Can we do it later?"

Tatsukawa Tetsu discussed it with Ono Taro.

Compiling a new edition of textbooks is indeed a good opportunity to enhance prestige and prestige, but Tatsukawa Tetsu plans to go to Arashiyama in the next couple of days.

My girlfriend hasn't been seen since the dinner party.

Long Chuanche is still feeling uneasy.

"This"

Taro Ono was in a bit of a predicament, as the matters between the Writers' Association and the Ministry of Education had been arranged in advance.

"I can go to Arashiyama."

Only the young lady could immediately see what Longchuan Che was up to.

I'm still looking forward to going to Arashiyama to see Matsueki, but the volleyball team's training camp is only open at fixed times.

"never mind."

It was clear that Ono Taro was somewhat troubled and didn't think the young lady could solve the problem.

"Go early and come back early. Arashiyama will be visited after I return."

Longchuan Che got up to pack his clothes, but the sudden arrival of a guest disrupted his rhythm.

"Nothing could be better, nothing could be better."

Ono Taro nodded.

Long Chuanche has just taken office as acting chairman of the Writers Association, and he has the shortcoming of being young and having difficulty winning over the masses.

This new edition of the textbook is a good opportunity to build momentum and reputation, and Taro Ono doesn't want to miss it.

"Wait, I'll help you pack your things."

Long Chuanche was about to leave without any hesitation, and his wife hurriedly followed.

His movements and expression suggested he had something to say.

Akane Takeda and Natsuko Imamura exchanged a glance.

"how's it going?"

"nailed it."

The two girls were speaking in a language that no one else could understand.

(End of this chapter)