Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 106 This winter the sun is shining brightly, which is suitable for becoming a god.

December 12, 8: in the morning.

At the Shinchosha headquarters, all the employees walking in the building had heavy expressions on their faces.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"what's up?"

"The sales of Mr. Mishima's new book seem to be lower than expected."

"It went on sale on the 5th. I heard that more than 4 copies were sold in the morning, but by the evening, sales had not even exceeded 6 copies. Today, three full days have passed, and the total sales have just exceeded copies..."

"The Sun and the Tower by Bungeishunju has almost reached 15 copies, right?"

"Are we going to lose this time?"

Listening to the whispers of the employees around him, security guard Oshima Yong frowned, with a lot on his mind.

"Good morning, Oshima." Naoto Oguri walked over with a stack of documents.

"Good morning, Mr. Oguri." Oshima smiled at him, then looked around, leaned towards him, and asked in a low voice: "How is Mr. Mishima's new book going?"

"What do you want to ask?" Naoto Oguri asked with a smile.

Most of the trendy editors like this hardworking security guard, and he is no exception.

"I heard that sales are not as expected?" Oshima Isamu asked worriedly.

When he heard this question, Naoto Oguri's expression was dazed for a moment.

When a new book by a new author sells 10 copies in three days, can it be said that the sales volume does not meet expectations...?
Naoto Oguri has been in the industry for 10 years and has worked with thousands of writers, but not one of them could sell copies of a new book in three days!
For most newcomers, if they can sell 1 copies in three days, they can open the champagne!

This Mishima, really, really...cannot be viewed with ordinary standards.

"Teacher Oguri?"

Oshima Isamu's puzzled voice brought Oguri Naoto back to his senses.

Seeing the security guard's concerned look, he smiled and explained, "First of all, this sales volume is entirely due to his own fame, without any publicity resources. In comparison, the heavily promoted "The Sun and the Tower" only sold 15 copies. This sales volume is already terrifying."

"Then why not give it to Mishima?" Oshima Isamu was confused.

"That's the matter of the second part. As the editor-in-chief of the first part, I don't know much, but I can tell you for sure that there will be publicity and promotion resources invested in Mishima in the future. I don't know the specific date..." Naoto Oguri smiled helplessly.

Looking at Mishima's strong rise today, besides admiration, he probably also feels a little regretful.

If only...

But on second thought, if there hadn't been those disturbances, he wouldn't have been able to take the position of editor-in-chief.

Thinking of this, Naoto Oguri felt relieved.

"Good morning, Oshima, and Editor-in-Chief Oguri." As soon as Kiyoaki Matsueda walked into the door, he saw two old acquaintances chatting at the door.

The two looked at him with smiles on their faces.

After greeting each other and exchanging pleasantries, Kiyoaki Matsueda gave Oshima Isamu 10 signed copies of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" as usual, then looked at Naoto Oguri and casually took out an unopened gift box from his pocket.

"Editor Oguri, this is a pen sent by Tsutaya Books. I was just about to go to your office to see you."

Naoto Oguri took a quick look at the packaging. It was a Montblanc fountain pen, so it should not be cheap.

He accepted the gift without hesitation and said with a smile, "My son's birthday is next week. He is a big fan of yours. If you are free, come to my house for some home-cooked meals."

"Definitely arriving."

"What about me? Editor-in-Chief Oguri, you can't forget me..."

The editor dressed like a mature woman in OL clothes walked in from outside.

She is tall and slender, about half a head taller than the average Japanese woman, and her short hair has a slightly chestnut-colored sheen.

She was wearing a suit and a tight mini skirt.

The perfect leg lines extending from under the skirt firmly attracted the attention of the men around.

"If I invite Mr. Mishima, doesn't that mean I'm inviting you as well?" Naoto Oguri asked in a puzzled tone.

"...Ah?" After Kobayashi Midori reacted, her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

"Hahaha~" Oshima Yong laughed and joked, "You two have been together for almost half a year, why is Mr. Kobayashi still so shy?"

"...Hate it, there's nothing to talk about with you men!"

Kobayashi Midori glared at them in embarrassment and annoyance, then hid behind Matsueda Kiyoaki.

"Oshima, come next week too."

"Okay, I'll definitely be there..."

"I'm going back to the office first~"

"See you next time~"

The four of them separated at the door.

Kiyoaki Matsueda and Midori Kobayashi walked towards the second editorial department together.

Today's editor is dressed very maturely, in a grey OL suit, a matching blazer, a tight skirt, velvet flesh-colored stockings, and high heels, a standard look for a career woman.

She had short chestnut hair, the ends of her hair just touching her shoulders.

The way she walked became more and more confident; her straight back, knees, and charming gait were reminiscent of a model.

Half a year ago, she was still a pitiful, confused-eyed intern editor.

After achieving results, she felt more confident and her charm was finally released.

But her confident steps soon became hesitant.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kobayashi Midori asked somewhat unnaturally.

"Well, you look beautiful today..." Kiyokatsu Matsueda praised.

As expected, Kobayashi Midori blushed again, and shyly turned away, but she said nonchalantly: "After all, I am the woman who is going to win the heart of Matsueda-kun. How can I not have a little charm..."

Uh……

Kiyoaki Matsueda didn't have the heart to tell her that his love had been taken away by another woman.

After half a year of getting along, he finally saw clearly that the editor was just a talker.

She said she wanted to conquer him and get his first pass, but she was not able to take any actual action. She had invited him to her house for several months and was not even prepared.

A giant in words, a dwarf in actions!
If you had taken the initiative at the beginning, maybe you could have taken maternity leave after a while...

However, this kind of behavior of only talking but not taking action is surprisingly innocent... She is worthy of being the sister of the world's most pure and beautiful girl, Naoko Kobayashi.

Just like that, Kiyoaki Matsueda walked into the second editorial department with his mind full of thoughts about his lovely and pure sister Naoko.

There was no atmosphere in the office and everyone looked dead silent.

Occasionally he would smile, but it was a forced smile.

Before this, the editors of the second department were all ready to work hard at the end of the year.

But who would have thought that "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" would encounter a sales slump on the afternoon of the first day after its release.

Logically speaking, 3 in 10 days is already pretty good. If they had known this number at the beginning, they wouldn't have been so depressed. What made them discouraged was that they only sold 4 in the first morning, and only sold more than 6 in the next two and a half days.

The starting point is too high, resulting in a big gap in the subsequent results.

and……

During this period, the company did not invest any resources in publicity and promotion.

It feels like you and your comrades are fighting on the front line, but your leader is not providing you with any supplies at all.

It's very chilling...

When they saw Kiyoaki Matsueda and editor Kobayashi come in, they quickly stood up and greeted them.

"Is Mr. Mishima here?"

"Good morning, Mr. Mishima, are you here to discuss publicity and promotion?"

"Mr. Mishima, please strive for more resources. Our year-end bonus depends entirely on you..."

"Mr. Matsueda, come this way." Kobayashi Midori made a gesture of invitation and took Matsueda Kiyoaki to the meeting room.

Looking at the two figures, the editors of the second department continued to whisper.

They all have a level of appreciation. To be honest, as far as the book "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" is concerned, it is not as commercially successful as "The Sun and the Tower", but in terms of literary quality, "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" is a masterpiece that can be ranked among the top ten in Japanese literary world. "The Sun and the Tower" is not even worthy of appearing on the literary list.

However, even though it lacks commercial appeal, "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" was able to sell 10 copies in three days.

If the company could give Mr. Mishima enough publicity...

This is where many of the second-part editors feel resentful.

"Do you think the top management has received dirty money from the Ishihara Group?"

"Shh, don't say such things. Don't you want to work?"

"I'm not convinced..."

"Calm down. Didn't you see that Mr. Mishima and Editor Kobayashi weren't in a hurry?"

"Yeah, they're not in a hurry at all..."

Everyone in the industry is paying attention to "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

His sales and reputation were suppressed before, resulting in more and more voices on the Internet that are pessimistic about Mr. Mishima, and the news media often report negative news about him. Under such heavy pressure, Mr. Mishima is not panicked at all?

Even editor Kobayashi wasn’t panicking!
Could it be that they have prepared a backup plan...

Thinking of this, the editor of the second department looked towards the conference room with eyes full of anticipation.

In fact, they were wrong, or rather, not entirely right.

Songzhi Qingxian was not panicked, that was true.

As for the young editor, although he seemed confident on the surface, he was actually extremely nervous inside.

These days, she was busy checking sales data while having passionate confrontations with haters online, and she couldn't even sleep well.

As usual, there were four people in the meeting room.

The editor-in-chief of the second department, Matsushita, the editor-in-chief of the editorial department, Murakami, and the two directors of the marketing department and the distribution department.

The PPT on the big screen in the conference room contains various data analysis tables.

"Mr. Mishima is here, please take a seat." The editor-in-chief of Matsushita, with two big dark circles under his eyes, stood up to greet him.

As soon as Matsueda Kiyoaki sat down, Kobayashi Midori handed him a data sheet: "Here is the sales data chart of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion in bookstores across the country in the first three days, sales data by time period, purchasing reader portraits, and the sales ratio between urban and rural areas..."

It's only been four days since the release, but the detailed data for the first three days has come out. I have to admire the professionalism of the Japanese publishing house. They are extremely demanding in their business.

With emotion, Kiyoaki Matsueda opened the report.

Across from him, Chief Editor Murakami spoke softly, "We haven't even started promoting the book yet, but your fame alone has sold 10 copies in three days. From this data, we can see that your appeal is now comparable to that of established best-selling authors."

“And these are data from sales under conditions of insufficient commerciality,” added the issuing director next to him.

When this topic was brought up, editor-in-chief Murakami looked at Kiyoaki Matsueda with a resentful look and said, "At the beginning, we agreed that this was a book about the redemption of youth. Now it seems that Mr. Mishima played a big joke on me."

There is a reason why the editor-in-chief is resentful.

Mishima’s previous work, “The Sound of Waves,” was a huge hit, proving his ability to write about love.

As long as he doesn't act weird, respects business logic in "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", and writes a perfect story, then "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" will surely be another hit.

Although it may damage the literary quality, who can resist money?
But now, look, this guy actually wrote an anti-market book...

Looking at the resentful editor, Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled and asked, "Isn't it redemption? After Mizoguchi set the fire, he looked at the blazing Kinkakuji Temple, threw away the bottle of sleeping pills he had prepared, took out a cigarette and started smoking, telling himself to live. For Mizoguchi, isn't this redemption?"

"This……"

Editor-in-Chief Murakami opened his mouth and was speechless.

...Woohoo, these talented writers are so annoying!
Kobayashi Midori turned her head away, covered her mouth with her hands, and laughed secretly.

"Although it lacks commercial appeal, the overflowing talent in 'The Temple of the Golden Pavilion' can easily cover up this shortcoming. I believe that as long as word of mouth spreads, and then combined with our publicity and promotion, this will be another hit that can rival 'The Tide of Time'." The distribution director said confidently.

"Indeed, the level of this book has completely surpassed all books since the war. Even if compared with modern literature, there is no other book that can compare with it. I would like to call it the number one book of modern Japanese literature." The director of the marketing department gave a higher evaluation.

Emmm, this is an exaggeration.

After all, there is no best in literature.

If we have to rank them, "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" can be considered one of the first books of modern Japanese literature.

Among the works of the same era, only "Snow Country" can be compared with it, and "No Longer Human" is far behind it.

Kiyoaki Matsueda put down the data in his hand and pondered another question in his mind.

These people think that "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" is the first book of modern Japanese literature. Will they be so surprised that their jaws drop when they read the four-part "Sea of ​​Fertility"?
"December 12th is the day when the shortlisted works for the Akutagawa Prize will be announced. At that time, there will be some related press conferences and lectures in the industry, and our publicity and promotion will officially begin on the 10th..." The director of the marketing department looked at Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"I will make sure that The Temple of the Golden Pavilion fills the shelves of all bookstores in Japan, and there will never be a situation where there is no book to buy." The distribution director said with a smile, and then looked over, "I want to congratulate Mr. Mishima in advance. After this battle, your position in the literary world will be completely consolidated."

The director of the marketing department added: "This winter is the winter when Mr. Mishima will be deified."

"Editor Kobayashi, please take good care of Mishima." Editor-in-Chief Murakami looked at Editor Kobayashi.

The editor nodded desperately: "Hmm~"

"Thank you all for your hard work. Let's wait together for the moment of counterattack." Kiyaki Matsueda smiled and nodded to everyone.

After the meeting, he walked out and passed by the editorial office of the second department. Seeing the editors looking at him expectantly, Matsueda Kiyoaki also smiled and said to them, "Fortunately, we have fulfilled our mission. Your boss and I have requested a large amount of publicity and promotion resources."

"Okay~"

The next second, huge cheers rang out.

The editors hugged and high-fived each other, venting their frustration and anxiety of the past few days, and the entire office area took on a new spirit.

Walking out of the trendy building, Kobayashi Midori stopped at the door.

"No need to see me off. Just go back and get busy." Songzhi Qingxian waved his hand.

Kobayashi Midori nodded, watched him take a few steps, and then suddenly called him: "Song... Qing!"

"Hmm?" Kiyoaki Matsueda turned around and looked at her.

"The Temple of the Golden Pavilion will definitely be a hot seller, right?" Kobayashi Midori clenched her fists, feeling nervous.

"Of course." Kiyokatsu Matsueda responded with a smile.

This is an extremely rare smile, with a very reassuring feeling, perhaps a person can only encounter it four or five times in a lifetime, or even once. The moment you see this smile, it seems like you are facing the entire eternal world.

The smiles of the whole world converge on you, showing an irresistible preference for you...

"what--"

Kobayashi Midori couldn't help but blush and groan.

The next second, she quickly covered her mouth, and her little face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

what?
Did I just... make a strange sound unconsciously?

...It's really embarrassing.

But, but, seeing Matsueda-kun favoring her like this, who could hold back?
The moment she looked into his eyes, Kobayashi Midori felt that Matsueda-kun's gaze penetrated her body. With a crisp sound, her heart seemed to have a hole in it, and something gushed out.

Warm and smooth.

Oh my god~!

Kobayashi Midori's eyes looked dull.

His face flushed red, and it felt as if his head was on fire, as if a buff like [Power of Bonds] had appeared.

Weird little editor.

Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled before turning and leaving.

Looking at his back, Kobayashi Midori gritted her teeth and secretly made up her mind: When Matsueda-kun won the Akutagawa Prize, she would take him home immediately, and then she would show all her feminine charm and make him crazy...

When the editor thought about the possibility of becoming Matsueda-kun's first love, she smiled like a nympho.

But in fact, during this period of time, her beloved Matsueda-kun has become a pile driver for another woman.

■

For literature lovers, December 12th is a day destined to be unforgettable.

The melee in the literary world that began in November has reached its final stage on this day.

The best new writers from the five major pure literature journals all published books during this period, making this the hottest topic in the literary circle in recent times.

The most watched of these was undoubtedly the confrontation between the eldest son of the Ishihara family and the trendy and talented writer Mishima.

On the morning of the 5th, the two were still evenly matched.

But starting from the afternoon, "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" had a big bowel movement, which surprised many people.

In the next two and a half days, the sales gap was nearly halved by "The Sun and the Tower".

Such a battle situation also caused many people to begin to predict the decline of Mishima.

【Mishima should wake up from his dream of winning the Akutagawa Prize】

[The market does not recognize the real reason for the failure of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion"! ]

Yuko Kiyono, who had just returned from a trip, was walking on the streets of Ginza at noon with her long legs, and glanced at the report in the literature section of the Yomiuri Shimbun in her hand.

He looked at it for a few seconds and then stuffed it into a trash can on the side of the road.

Several other newspapers also reported the news of the decline in sales of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

These reporters were like cats smelling fish, they all swooped over, determined to get a share of the traffic.

"what happened……"

"The newspapers only publish articles by second-rate journalists. Where are the columns of influential book reviewers? How come I haven't seen any in three days..."

Yuko Kiyono bought a copy of almost every newspaper and checked the literary pages.

Those who are singing the bad news about Mishima are all small journalists of little reputation, while famous journalists and some famous book review columns avoid The Temple of the Golden Pavilion as much as possible...

When searching for news on the Internet, you can only see readers' comments.

Almost no one in the industry has spoken out.

Not only did others remain silent, but even her own old-fashioned, foul-mouthed, and unkind father did not come out to support Mishima... Yuko Kiyono racked her brains to figure out what was going on, so as soon as she returned to Tokyo, she went to the bookstore immediately.

She is Mishima’s number one…anti-fan!
Since the news of the book "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" came out, she has been closely following the developments of the book and the story behind its creation.

Therefore, she also learned about the sensational "Kinkaku-ji arson case" in 1950.

——Because it is too beautiful, it must be destroyed.

When looking for information about this case, Yuko Kiyono found the motive of the crime very unbelievable and difficult to understand.

On the way to the bookstore, she took out her cell phone and looked at various literary forums.

As expected, Mishima is still the most popular writer in major literary forums.

There are so many posts discussing "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" that they can almost be described as overwhelming the forum.

I just clicked on one and took a look.

[It must be burned, it must be burned, why should it be burned? Because the beauty of destruction is the ultimate beauty! The Golden Pavilion is so beautiful, it is the most ultimate beauty in the world. The way to have beauty forever is to destroy it with your own hands! Stay in the moment of pursuing the ideal world forever, and destroy it with your own hands. You have to marvel at Mishima's genius! ]

The first post is a compliment.

The next post praised Mishima even more, almost to the point of making him the god of beauty.

【Mishima's aesthetics is the beauty of Japan deeply rooted in the Yamato people. Fragile, hard, fleeting eternity, blooming is also decaying, only in the moment of withering can we glimpse the grand and indescribable beauty. I think he has surpassed any Japanese writer.】

Are they all praise?

Any other posts?
Yuko Kiyono slid down the screen and clicked on a new post.

This post details the causes and consequences of the burning of the Golden Pavilion in real life before beginning to evaluate the novel.

[I envy the beauty of the Golden Pavilion. Mishima, based on the inner monologue of the prisoners, opened his wings of imagination to create art and wrote this masterpiece. From it we can see the creative idea of ​​"two polarities confrontation". On the one hand, there is the beauty and sublimity of the Golden Pavilion, and on the other hand, there is the filth and ugliness of the world. Beauty and ugliness interact with each other, oppose each other, and go from mixing to fission...]

Praise, praise again...

Yuko Kiyono scrolled quickly, hoping to find a post that would disagree with the title.

[Counting Mishima's seven deadly sins! ]

Finally there is a post scolding him.

A knowing smile appeared on Kiyono Yuko's lips, and she tapped the screen with her fingertips.

then……

The book openly says that Mishima is arrogant, greedy, and full of lust, but between the lines it praises his talent, enterprising spirit, and romantic attitude towards life...even Professor Kiyono's daughter is his lover.

"What? This..."

Yuko Kiyono was so angry that she gnashed her teeth, and her inner impression of Mishima dropped drastically -1.

I am a proud and arrogant lady. I am 26 years old this year and I don’t like any man. How could I be the lover of a scumbag like that!
snort!
hum!

It's unbearable to read the literary forums, almost all of them are praising Mishima.

Yuko Kiyono put her phone in her pocket and couldn't help but think about the strangest question at the moment.

...Why are readers praising it, but people in the industry are collectively silent?

I have to buy it back quickly and have a look.

After three days of cooling off, customer flow at Tsutaya Books Ginza store has returned to normal.

"Please give me two copies of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion." Kiyono Yuko said to the counter.

With two brand new books in hand, she stretched out her long legs and rushed to Arun's bar as fast as she could.

The streets of Tokyo in early winter are cool and bright.

The sunlight was cold and refreshing, making everything around sparkle. Arun sat on a high stool and squinted at the world outside the window.

Although she is petite, her butt is plump and full.

The high stool was a bit small, and her buttocks were pressed against it, with the plump, soft flesh overflowing on both sides, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

After sitting for a while, she got up and went to the sofa by the window, enjoying the warmth brought by the sunshine outside the window.

The bright and warm shop is filled with the sounds of writers chatting across the long table, the sound of spoons stirring coffee, and the sound of book pages turning.

The topics discussed by these writers are basically inseparable from Aqing's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

"It's so comfortable~" Arun smiled happily.

"Arun, I'm here." The tall Kiyono Yuko ran in.

Arun looked at the book in her hand.

"Here, I'll give you one." Kiyono Yuko threw a book to her, then sat down opposite her and opened the book impatiently.

Arun had actually seen it a long time ago, but since he had nothing else to do, he watched it again.

Again, Kiyono Yuko is Mishima's number one anti-fan.

With the intention of criticizing the book as worthless, she opened the pages.

The boy Mizoguchi has been bullied since childhood. His introverted personality and stuttering have been criticized, and he has been bullied by his classmates for a long time.

Because of the extreme insecurity in their hearts, they feel that things that are too beautiful will not last long and are better to be destroyed - yes, an extreme, morbid aesthetic!

The young man implemented his plan step by step, and finally, on a rainy night, he burned the Golden Pavilion down.

But in the end, he gave up his plan to commit suicide in the sea of ​​fire, escaped, and decided to live well...

It took more than an hour to read the entire book. Yuko Kiyono's brain was like a computer that had crashed, unable to think or function.

Why is this book so extreme...

The ultimate beauty and violence...

After reading the book, Yuko Kiyono felt as if she was in a state of nothingness.

I read his "Tide of Love" some time ago. The beautiful and romantic style and plot are so beautiful and innocent.

"The Sound of Waves" eulogizes the beauty of survival, while "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" has become the beauty of explosive destruction.

The two extremes of beauty represent two extremes.

On one side is the Kingdom of Heaven overflowing with the light of the Garden of Eden, and on the other side is the Hell leaping with the fire of sin;
On one side are the exquisitely carved artificial buildings, and on the other side is the pristine fragrance of the sunny beach;
On one hand, the boy personally created the glorious moment when the Kinkaku-ji Temple was burned down in a raging fire; on the other hand, the boy placed his rosy dreams on the girl's healthy and voluptuous body.

Are these two books written by the same person?
There is no doubt that it was written by the same person, because there is absolutely no one else in the Japanese literary world who can match Mishima's unparalleled writing skills.

"The ultimate beauty of survival, the ultimate beauty of destruction, which one is the real him..."

Yuko Kiyono murmured to herself, and her two long and plump legs gently touched each other under the table, making a popping sound.

At this point, she also reacted.

Something is wrong, very wrong!
The silence of the literary world and the silence of the new trends are both very wrong!
Is there something big brewing?

Ahhh, I'm so anxious, can you guys hurry up... Kiyono Yuko felt her head itchy, as if there were ants gnawing at it. She was so curious that she wanted to run to catch Mishima right now and ask him in person what his plans were for the future!
"Youzi?"

Arun's voice rang in her ears, and Kiyono Yuko, whose mind was full of Mishima's face, suddenly came back to her senses. The sweat beads from the tip of her nose slid down and dripped onto the paper of "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Kiyono Yuko looked at Arun blankly.

"Why do you look absent-minded? Are you feeling unwell?" Arun couldn't help but ask when he saw her dull expression.

"I'm fine, I was just concentrating on reading." Kiyono Yuko quickly took out a tissue and wiped her face.

"Are you shocked?" Arun asked with a proud look in her eyes, as if the one who wrote the book was her husband.

"Humph, how is that possible? This is just a mediocre work!" Kiyono Yuko raised her chin like a proud little swan, "In my opinion, Mishima is incapable of writing any profound plots or philosophical speculations. He should just go back to writing about his love life."

"Correct!"

The person sitting next to me was also discussing the author of The Temple of the Golden Pavilion. A well-known second-generation rich guy in the circle said loudly, "What kind of beauty of destruction is this? It's really hard to agree with. It's just a demon with an antisocial personality. I feel sick..."

Upon hearing this, Kiyono Yuko immediately stretched out her long legs and walked over in her high heels.

She was also very tall, about 175cm tall with high heels on. She walked up to the author, lowered her head, and glared at him coldly and sternly: "Before you evaluate a person, you must first remember that not everyone has the same living conditions as you! Compared to Mizoguchi, who has gone to extremes due to long-term inferiority complex and bullying, you are a guy who was born with conditions that many people can't reach. When you evaluate others with a condescending expression, it's even more disgusting!"

Seeing this scene, Arun couldn't help laughing.

He was saying that Mishima was not good one second, but got angry when he saw others saying that Mishima was not good the next second. How cute.

Yuko Kiyono's father is the old-fashioned, strict and impartial Kiyono Nakaharu.

Like father, like daughter.

Of course, her own personality is very similar to her father's. She is usually cold and serious.

When he scolds people, his cold and aloof temperament is very intimidating.

The rich second generation who was scolded suddenly felt weak and avoided looking at him: "You, you... that's your lover's book, of course you defend him..."

"Ah!"

Kiyono Yuko sneered, her eyes contemptuous: "You subconsciously think that I will protect the people close to me, right? Let me tell you, not everyone is like you! At least, my father didn't protect me just because I'm his daughter!"

"..."

The rich second generation blushed, unable to refute.

"Just because I'm his lover, can't I evaluate this book from an impartial perspective? The fact that you have such an idea is itself biased! What's more, he, Kiyoaki Matsueda, is..."

Yuko Kiyono glared at the writer, like an old father, ready to go all out.

Just at this moment, Kiyoaki Matsueda walked in. Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw a tall and cold girl shouting loudly, "He Kiyoaki Matsueda is..."

"Oh, you're here." Arun smiled and immediately stood up to greet him.

Kiyono Yuko, who was originally planning to say "Kiyaki Matsueda is my lover, it's just a rumor", was distracted a little. Her eyes swept across the door, and when she shouted "my lover", she was stunned for a moment, as if she was under a spell.

Therefore, the only words that everyone heard were "He, Songzhi Qingxian, is my lover."

Well, the parties involved have openly admitted the relationship.

"..."

Yuko Kiyono's mind went blank.

He rubbed his eyes carefully and took another look.

Then take another look.

It’s him, it’s really him... It’s over, is it too late for me to commit suicide now?

(End of this chapter)