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

Chapter 9 He Has Bad Taste

Did she realize that 'eighteen' was a dirty joke?
Longchuan Che said it was impossible.

"Bring it here."

The girl stretched out her slender white hand.

The little hand was soft and slender, like a work of art, but each finger was bandaged, as if it was used very frequently.

Longchuan Che handed over the list of books in his hand, then looked around the library.

On four or five rows of bookshelves, you can see the classical literature "The Tale of Genji", the prose "Kojiki" and even the short poetry "Manyoshu".

"The Pillow Book", "Hojoki", "Tsuregusa", "The Tale of the Heike", "Oshu Trail", "The Love Suicides of the Mandarin Ducks at Sonezaki" and "Death of Love on Tennet Island".

They are all famous Japanese works, and the foreign ones are downstairs.

“There are no such books.”

The girl's words made Longchuan Che feel relieved. He listed the titles of those people's books and briefly wrote down the contents.

I can't find those people's books in the library in Yamanashi, so they must be gone.

Longchuan Che was in a good mood and was ready to say goodbye to the girl and leave.

“Are you writing an article?”

Longchuan Che looked at the paper the girl placed on the table with some curiosity.

It was a light blue grid paper, with the girl's beautiful handwriting all over it. The title of the article was "What kind of person do you want to be?"

"You want to teach me how to write?"

The cold-looking girl gave a subtle smile.

I did have this thought for a moment.

For a propositional essay like this, you must first construct its overall structure, add some of your own feelings and ideas in the middle, then fill in some gorgeous and profound words in the text, and write a few haiku that imagines the future and misses the past.

You can get a higher score.

"No."

Longchuan Che shook his head.

"Another man who likes to lie."

The girl lowered her head and continued writing at her desk.

Long Chuan Che frowned. Did the other party just talk about him?
It should be pierced ears, this girl looks very well-educated.

She looked at me without feeling anything strange, just like the girl just now.

The difference is that that girl kept glancing at her face, while this girl showed no emotion at all.

It was as if he didn't care whether the person in front of him was a beggar or an emperor.

Longchuan Che felt that even if he stood in front of her without clothes, she would have the same expression.

Do you want to try it yourself next time?
With these questions in his mind, Longchuan Che turned his head and looked out the window.

Diamond-shaped ice flowers fell from the sky again, it was snowing again.

I didn't bring an umbrella, and the snowflakes melting on my clothes were no different from getting caught in the rain.

Longchuan Che picked up a conspicuous book from the bookshelf next to him and started reading.

The books here cannot be taken out, but there is no problem reading them inside.

And it's warm here. The name of the book is "The Woman in the Purple Dress".

Longchuan Che didn't have much expectation when he read it again, but half an hour later he was surprised that the content of the book was good.
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There is a person near my house called "the woman in the purple skirt", and there is even a bench in the nearby park called "the exclusive seat for the woman in the purple skirt".
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If she is the "woman in the purple dress", then I am the "woman in the yellow cardigan". It's just a pity that no one knows the existence of the "woman in the yellow cardigan" and it's not as famous as the "woman in the purple dress".
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What I want to say is that I wanted to be friends with her for a long time. After thinking about it, I decided to induce her to work in our company... Finally, we talked for the first time, and my life started to go wrong...
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Does the "woman in the purple dress" really exist? Then, who am I?

The work uses a first-person narrative that cannot be fully trusted to describe an incredible story that is terrifying when you think about it, and the anomalies that lurk in daily life.

At the beginning, the "I" in the work began to observe the "girl in the purple skirt" in a human way beyond stalker-like out of curiosity.

When reading the second half, the originally strange "woman in purple dress" looks more and more like an ordinary person, while the psychology of the "woman in yellow cardigan", that is, the protagonist "I", makes readers more and more curious.

In the story, the "Yellow Cardigan Woman" observes the "Purple Skirt Woman", and through the story, as a reader, it seems that we are also observing the "Yellow Cardigan Woman".

Human observation is a chain reaction - this is probably what the author wants to say.

Longchuan Che found it interesting and finished reading it, then looked at the author's introduction.

[Natsuko Imamura - Winner of the 2007 Shinchosha Literature Award. Good at detailed descriptions and incisive character descriptions.]

The Shincho Award is a pure literature award for new writers founded by Japan's oldest publishing house, Shinchosha. This publishing house has produced countless well-known writers and, in some ways, can be said to be the oldest and most famous publishing house in Japan.

Apart from the non-public Akutagawa Prize, this award is probably the one with the highest value.

I just randomly drew an SSR?
Ryuukawa Toru smiled. Although there were no people like Kawabata Yasunari in this world, there seemed to be quite a few talented writers.

The wind and snow outside had stopped, and the bell in the clock tower rang three times.

Longchuan Tetsu has a good memory, but he actually reads things very slowly - it feels like he is nitpicking.
It was just the right time to catch the bus. Long Chuan Che tightened his clothes and walked into the world covered in snow.

"Yoho~ Natsuko, thanks for helping on duty!"

After Longchuan Tetsu left, a girl with a bob haircut burst into the library which had been quiet for the entire afternoon.

The noisy sound was like the crackling of raindrops falling densely into the lake.

Natsuko Imamura rubbed her temples with a headache and looked at her friend.

"Muzi, ask for it here"

"Keep quiet, I know." Matsueda Muko made a face. She was the girl that Ryukawa Tetsu met when he came to the library.

At this time, Songzhi Muzi's eyes were rolling around, looking for something.

"left already."

Knowing exactly what the other person was thinking, Natsuko Imura smiled and continued to look at the paper in her hand.

"Don't eavesdrop on my thoughts!" Songzhi Muzi made a cross gesture in front of him.

"Don't use that weird expression." Natsuko Imamura tapped her friend's head.

"It's just a reasonable inference based on your behavior, habits, the time you went out, and the boy's appearance."

The girl took a sip of the tea in her hand. Her friend was good in every way except that she was obsessed with looks and she couldn't change it.

"Xia Zi is an alien. You are not allowed to observe and analyze me anymore." Matsueda Muzi looked at the empty library with some disappointment.

What about this handsome guy? Can't he understand the hint? How abominable!
"Stay away from that man if you see him again." Natsuko Imamura placed the black tea in the bone china dish very elegantly.

"What did you see with your special ability?"

Songzhi Muzi was very excited.

The new writer, who was praised for his observation skills and his ability to accurately describe characters, pinched his chin.

"He has terrible taste." The girl looked at her flat chest and for the first time showed some displeasure.

(End of this chapter)