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

Chapter 452 A Fake Marriage Contract, A Real Couple? (Part 2)
"wait wait wait!"

Even though Teacher Longchuan was a bit slow to react, he has now realized that something is wrong.

The girl in front of me kept talking, like a wronged young wife.

"If I remember correctly."

Longchuan Che said, unsure.

"Our engagement is fake, isn't it?"

The engagement began with a nod before the banquet started, and was later reinforced by Kujo Fujitaka.

But Tatsukawa Tetsuya should, perhaps, probably.

If I remember correctly.

"We'll get a divorce as soon as the old man dies."

The boy slapped his forehead, confirming that his memory was not faulty.

"so what?"

Even the fake girl seemed unmoved.

"You may look fake, but to everyone else you seem real."

The young lady crossed her arms and looked coldly at Long Chuanche.

"You've already lost face by walking with Maki Takeda in front of the Ministry of Education today. You should at least consider my situation."

Tatsuya Ryukawa could understand a little bit of what Imamura was saying.

Regardless of what the two of them think, to outsiders they are indeed engaged.

He flirted with other women in front of his newlywed wife.

Teacher Longchuan rubbed his chin, seemingly a little silent.

"It seems you understand."

The young lady smiled and looked very happy.

"Still wrong."

Longchuan Che's face showed a strange expression: "What you said makes a lot of sense, but something still feels off."

"Take your time thinking about it. I'm going to take a shower."

The girl snorted, picked up the fragrant, soft clothes from the sofa, and went upstairs.

Time passed quietly, and the boy sat on the sofa, sometimes frowning, sometimes lost in thought.

Finally, he realized where the problem lay.

"This guy isn't actually serious, is he?"

Longchuan Che took a bite of the crisp watermelon, his expression somewhat incredulous.

Time flows like a river shimmering with silver light.

When the young lady came downstairs after taking a shower, Long Chuanche had already given up on the idea of ​​whether the woman was serious or not.

The most urgent task now is to focus on writing books and taking over the Writers Association.

White moonlight filled a corner of the living room.

Occasionally, the rustling sound of the wind turning the pages of a book could be heard.

When the young lady sat down diagonally across from him, Long Chuan Che was taken aback.

"what happened?"

This is what the girl who was wiping her hair said.

Long Chuanche's gaze lingered on her fair neck, delicate and elegant face, and pink and white nightgown.

"It suits you very well."

The boy was referring to the young lady's clothes; the nightgown added a touch of girlishness to the girl, and the little white flower on the chest was especially fresh and cute.

Even if you say that, I won't pretend I didn't notice you looking at my chest.

Okay, Tatsukawa Tetsu admits it.

He was more concerned about the size of the girl's breasts than the small white flower on her chest.

It seems a bit bigger than I expected?
Under the young lady's dangerous gaze, Ryukawa Tetsu quickly regained his composure.

"Want me to blow-dry your hair?"

The boy asked, seemingly trying to change the subject.

"Ah."

The girl nodded gently, then picked up Tatsukawa Tetsu's manuscript.

The habit of blow-drying hair seems to have started since Yamanaka Lake.

At first, the young lady took the initiative, but later Long Chuanche repaid the favor.

They got entangled in a complicated situation after a while.

As the dryer began to hum, the young lady opened Tatsukawa Toru's manuscript.
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"Wujing's Amazing Thoughts" - "The Notebook of the Monk Wujing"

"You really wrote this?"

The girl's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"Wujing's Strange Tale" is a minor incident mentioned only briefly in the Journey to the West, but Longchuan Che rewrites it from Sha Wujing's perspective, and the short story written in Chinese is full of profound insights into life.

"Ah."

Long Chuanche yawned, feeling a bit of a headache. This kind of Shamen Reconstruction was filled with a large amount of ancient philosophy and Chinese Buddhist teachings.

In the story of Journey to the West, Wukong represents confidence and strength, while Wuneng represents hedonism.

Wujing, on the other hand, acts like me, and regardless of his past lives, he remains a counselor and observer. Each of the three represents a Buddhist philosophy, and also symbolizes the weak yet eternally observant Tang Sanzang.

"Quite interesting."

The girl covered her mouth and laughed; the boy's short note was vivid and interesting.

One particular passage was especially liked by the young lady.
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Why do we go to India? Is it to accumulate good karma so that we can be reborn in the Pure Land in the next life? But what kind of place is that Pure Land? It's just sitting on lotus leaves and swaying back and forth, how boring.
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The bliss of blowing on hot soup while sipping it, the joy of taking a big bite of crispy, flavorful roasted meat—is there such a thing as paradise? If not, and I can only live like the legendary immortals, consuming celestial mists to survive, I won't do that, I won't do that!

This description of a pig shows that he is completely indifferent to the Buddhist scriptures that everyone yearns for.

He loved the pleasures of the world: a summer afternoon nap in the shade of a tree, a cool bath in a stream, playing the flute under the moonlight, a spring morning nap, and a hearth chat on a winter night...

"The hedonistic pig yearns for such a simple life; sometimes life is quite good like this."

The young lady sighed softly, as if sensing something, and Long Chuanche sneered mercilessly upon hearing it.

"Isn't that a pipe dream for you?"

The young lady's identity is complicated; even if she were to disregard her status as the granddaughter of Kujo Fujitaka, there is still the Nijo family waiting for her.

That family is equally complicated, and the young lady will probably never have the chance to live the life she wants in her lifetime.

"not necessarily."

The young lady smiled, her expression leaving Long Chuanche somewhat bewildered.

After finishing writing "Wujing's Lament," I ate some fruit.

It was already close to midnight.

The stars grew brighter, but the lights of the mortal world dimmed.

When Longchuan Che stretched and yawned, he noticed that the girl was still there.

She rested her chin on her hand, watching the silent television, occasionally pursing her thin lips into a smile.

Longchuan Che could hardly describe his feelings at this moment.

It's like leaving a light on when you come home late.

The lamp was dim and hazy, yet it easily filled people's hearts with a sense of happiness.

Longchuan Che leaned closer to the girl, resting his chin on his hand.

"Miss?"

The girl seemed engrossed in the story and didn't pay attention to him.

"Ok?"

She gave a faint reply, her small face with its loose black hair quite pretty.

"You've been acting a little strange lately."

"What's weird?"

The cicadas and insects murmur softly in the summer.

Longchuan Che hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Sometimes you show affection and jealousy, which worries me a little.”

"Worry?"

The girl frowned and looked at Long Chuanche.

"worry about what?"

The girl looked Long Chuanche up and down, then smiled indifferently.

"I'm worried"

Long Chuanche coughed but didn't speak.

When a girl shows affection and jealousy, the boy's concern is quite simple.

Are you worried that I like you?

The young lady sat on the sofa and sneered, her long black hair somewhat dazzling.

“If it were just you and me, there would definitely be no problem, but there’s also Mu Zi.”

Ryukawa Tetsu's word order was a little unclear, but he felt that the other party should be able to understand.

"Do not worry."

The girl, who was propping her chin up with her hand, interrupted the viewing of the melodramatic scene on TV.

"My only expectation of you is that you be a decent fiancé who doesn't go too far these next two years."

A marriage contract that needs to be fulfilled.

Long Chuanche didn't care, but the young lady had to take it seriously.

The boy doesn't care about her appearance, but a lot of rumors and gossip will still target her.

When the girl expressed this thought, Long Chuanche breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't stay up too late."

Teacher Longchuan patted the girl's shoulder like a dog that had just found a bone.

I received the manuscript, smiled, got up, and went upstairs.

With lightning speed, he left the girl alone downstairs watching TV.

The boy left, and the girl slowly turned up the TV volume.

Looking at the empty fruit platter, the girl sighed.

Is the heart made of stone?

The young lady said this last sentence.

(End of this chapter)