Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 108: Shinsako's service and the Jedi counterattack begin!
Friday, January 12th.

As usual, Kiyoaki Matsueda got up at six o'clock and went for a morning run in the Yotsuya neighborhood.

Because of the fixed time and route every day, he would often meet fans queuing for autographs and photos during his morning run. There would also be reporters from magazines and newspapers who would come to interview him, which would waste at least half an hour of his time.

I ran to Suga Shrine and bought a bottle of sports drink from the vending machine next to the torii gate.

"Whoo~"

Took a few breaths.

【Ding】

【Stamina 7→Stamina 8】

A prompt popped up in front of him, and Songzhi Qingxian clenched his fists and could feel that his strength had increased significantly.

Eight points of physical strength means that it has reached the limit that humans can currently achieve.

Nine points of physical strength means being able to break through limits.

Ten o'clock probably means touching inhuman power.

I'm a scholar, why do I need such a good physique... Am I going to beat people up?
Kiyoaki Matsueda was drinking Red Bull, his mind full of scenes of himself taking off his suit jacket, revealing his explosive muscles, and beating up those hypocritical literary elders.

"Young people nowadays drink cold drinks early in the morning..."

"You really don't take care of your body..."

The three old ladies in the shrine who thought he was a scumbag were pointing fingers at him again.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was too lazy to pay attention to them.

Because on the ramp in front of him, a woman walked down, her coldness and beauty attracted his attention.

Straight and smooth black hair, clear eyes, and perfectly small lips.

She was wearing a brown trench coat and long boots, had a beautiful face and an otherworldly elegance, and was an unparalleled cold beauty.

Looking at her, Songzhi Qingxian's mind couldn't help but think of the snow lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountains, a kind of lonely and cold beauty.

The cold beauty stood across from him, holding up her SLR camera and looking at him: "Raise your neck, take a sip of your drink, and let me take a few pictures."

The sound is very pleasant, like ice and snow melting in the warm spring sun, cool and clear.

Songzhi Qingxian raised his neck and drank the Red Bull in his hand in one gulp before looking at her: "What do you use the photos you take for?"

"The good-looking ones will be kept for the photography exhibition." Tokugawa Rinko put down the camera.

"If you make a profit, remember to pay me for the portrait rights." Kiyokatsu Matsueda saw her entire face and felt that there was nothing ugly about this woman, especially her cool red lips.

"You have a share in making money." Tokugawa Rinko nodded gently with an elegant gesture.

"Okay, I'm going back now. Bye." Kiyoaki Matsueda threw the empty can into the trash can.

"Will you attend the cocktail party this afternoon to announce the shortlisted works for the Akutagawa Prize?" Tokugawa Rinko walked over and stood a little in front of him.

"Of course I have to go. How can I miss the opportunity to eat and drink for free?"

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her waist from behind. It was very slender and as flexible as a willow branch.

In the bright winter sunshine, her long straight black hair, with a slight green sheen, was more beautiful than any other woman's hair.

Tokugawa Rinko turned around and looked at him with clear eyes: "The Ishihara family has great influence in the entertainment industry, and many media are on good terms with them. If you attend alone, then be prepared to debate with the crowd..."

As she spoke, she put her hands behind her back and walked backwards, with only the clear pine branches in front of her in her eyes.

The sunlight sparkled on her head and her hair fluttered slightly in the wind, making her look like a girlfriend.

"There's nothing I can do about it. I have almost no connections in the circle, so I can only rely on myself." Kiyoaki Matsueda said casually, without seeming frustrated.

The wind blew from behind. Tokugawa Rinko raised her slender and delicate fingers, tucked her flying hair behind her ears, and gave him a faint smile: "How can you not have connections? I will also attend the cocktail party this afternoon to support you..."

"Ok?"

Songzhi Qingxian was stunned for a moment.

At that moment, he thought this woman was so beautiful, on par with Qingxue. No one in their early twenties could be more beautiful than the two of them.

"Shincho is an industry owned by the Tokugawa family. I can't just watch my contracted writers fight alone."

Tokugawa Rinko explained in a low voice, her eyes slightly evasive, then turned away and continued to explain: "Of course, the Tokugawa family is not very involved in the entertainment industry. Apart from Shinchosha, there is nothing else to show for it. I have just taken over the management of the entertainment sector and am not very familiar with the business. I can't give you the same support at work as the Ishihara family gave Ishihara Seiji, so I can only support you in a private way at the cocktail party. With me here, not many people dare to make things difficult for you..."

"Thank you very much." Kiyoaki Matsueda nodded in thanks.

"Okay~see you in the afternoon." Tokugawa Rinko nodded gracefully in return, then got into the Rolls-Royce Silver Angel parked on the side of the road.

Kiyoaki Matsueda took a step forward and ran back home.

The second daughter of the Tokugawa family sat in the driver's seat and looked at his back.

The soft sunlight fell from the sparse branches on both sides and sprinkled on his shoulders. It was a kind of beauty that could be seen with the naked eye.

There is no doubt that the sunlight cannot penetrate his smooth skin, but it can add beauty and artistry to him... Tokugawa Rinko was born to love beautiful things and art, and she sat in the car and watched him.

It was not until his back disappeared around the corner and it was a long time before he started the car and left.

■

"I am back."

Qingxian Songeda pushed open the iron gate of the yard.

Shinsako Matsueda, who was standing in the tea room corridor, glanced at him sideways and then concentrated on doing yoga.

Her gorgeous black hair was tied into a ponytail hanging behind her head. She wore a tight sports vest on her upper body and flesh-colored tight yoga pants on her lower body. From the perspective from behind, her plump figure made the yoga pants tight.

The buttocks are upturned, round and sexy.

Between the legs, clear...

Songeda Qingxian closed the door to prevent passers-by outside from seeing the scenery of his home.

On the yoga mat, Matsueda Masako bent her waist, raised her hips, pressed her upper body down, and did forward bends with her back facing Qingxian.

Although she is nearly 40 years old, her figure has not changed at all, her skin has not lost any vitality, and her body resilience is very good.

When the waist bends forward, the upper and lower body are almost folded in half, and the hands easily touch the ground, as soft as if they have no bones.

Both plump and soft.

With a body like this, one can move into many thrilling poses... Kiyaki Matsueda is the one who has the most say in this.

After doing the forward bend, Matsueda Shinsako sat up straight and started to twist her upper body.

The top was extremely tight fitting, making her breasts look round and full. Her figure was something many women would envy. Moreover, even though she had given birth to two daughters, her waist was still as slender as that of a young girl, which made her upper body look as big as a melon.

A deep cleavage is formed in the oval neckline.

The winter morning light shines on the fair and delicate skin, presenting an attractive honey color.

Shinsako Matsueda twisted her waist left and right, seemed to have noticed something, and turned her head to look over.

She saw Songzhi Qingxian staring blankly at the door. His slightly bent posture made her angry. She opened her mouth and scolded, "What are you still standing there for? Either take a shower, change clothes and have breakfast, or do some strength training while you sweat. Do you want me to scold you for standing there like an idiot?"

This woman is so moody...

When he thought about having to endure her temper every day for at least another thirty or forty years in the future, Matsueda Kiyoaki felt that he had to strengthen his mental state, otherwise he would get sick sooner or later because of her anger.

Walk through the courtyard, past the yoga mats, and directly into the tea room.

The spacious tea room is divided into two parts. The back part has been simply converted into a gym with many fitness equipment on display.

Kiyoaki Matsueda took off his shirt, put on boxing gloves, and punched the bruised sandbag.

"Oh!"

"Bang, bang..."

The dull and intensive knocking sounds echoed throughout the tea room.

[Free Fighting +1]

[Free Fighting +1]

The process of leveling up is particularly enjoyable.

The tense muscles and the splashing sweat fully demonstrate the strength and sweetness of a young man.

Now, Matsueda Shinsako couldn't even continue practicing yoga. She lay on the yoga mat and watched him punching.

The muscles in his back were exceptionally developed, and the muscles around his shoulder blades were leaping like flapping wings.

As Edamasako watched, she savored the feeling of touching him with her fingertips.

She loved the feel of it.

If there is anything that is absolutely holy, then the human body is definitely one of them.

In a man or a woman, a clean, strong, firm body is more beautiful than the most beautiful face.

【Ding】

【Free Fighting lv4/100】

[Free Fighting lv4 → Free Fighting v5]

After four months, I finally got the master level of free fighting.

前面lv3前都还好升，lv3-lv4花了大半个月，lv4-lv5更是花了一个半月。

"Finally I got to Master..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda was panting, with a satisfied smile on his face.

To Matsueda Shinsako, that brilliant smile was as dazzling as leaves bathed in sunlight.

"Next, it's time to gain some kendo experience..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda took off his gloves and picked up the bamboo sword on the shelf.

Facing the sandbag, he squatted, his hands grasping the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to strike.

His eyes were shining as he looked straight ahead, like a piece of steel with no connection to the outside world.

This scene made Matsueda Shinsako subconsciously hold her breath, as if Qing was facing not a sandbag, but a real enemy...

"kill--!"

The young man suddenly moved.

From static to dynamic, when he stood up from a squatting position, his pale Achilles tendon stretched out from under his black sweatpants like an eagle soaring into the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amid the loud sounds of charging, the bamboo sword hit the sandbag, and suddenly there was a loud sound like a firecracker exploding.

All of Matsueda Shinsako's internal organs shook.

Rough breathing, flowing sweat, tense muscles, dangerous and murderous atmosphere...

A rough, hot breath rose from the teahouse. Amidst courageous shouts and the sounds of bamboo swords striking, he was fighting a fierce battle, his limbs flexing and stretching flexibly, constantly changing his steps and moves.

"So beautiful……"

Matsueda Masako muttered to herself.

He no longer needed to do anything to her now; simply showing his body naturally was enough to make her intoxicated.

Mentally, I have completely become his captive. It's as if my brain has been flushed by him. Any impurities other than him have turned into dirty water and are excreted from there...

After watching for a while, a competitive spirit suddenly arose in the mistress' heart.

"I can't just let him be beautiful, I have to make him stunning myself too."

So she stood up from the yoga mat and walked to the treadmill next to the sandbag.

Under the eyes of Songzhi Qingxian, she bent her right knee and stepped forward, straightened her left leg, and put her toes on the ground. While stretching her leg, she said to herself as if talking to herself: "I seem to have gained a little weight recently. Hey, I have to start doing aerobics..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki stopped chopping and looked at her: "She seems to have gained some weight."

"?"

The corner of Matsueda Shinsako's eye twitched.

...This brat, doesn't he know that the answer she wants is "No, you're not fat at all"?

He must have done it on purpose to piss me off!
The mistress's beautiful face was gradually covered with frost.

"There's nothing I can do. After all, I'm old, and my metabolism isn't as fast as that of young people. How can I not get fat? Forget it, I'll get fat if I want to. It would be best if I could become an ugly old woman weighing over 200 pounds..." Matsueda Shinsako said coldly, her expression as unhappy as it could be.

"Don't worry, I will take care of you in your old age." Matsueda Kiyoaki said seriously.

Matsue Masako glared angrily: "If you... can't speak, shut your stinky pig mouth!"

"Of course, being too fat will always affect your health, so you should keep it under control." Matsueda Kiyohira put down his bamboo sword, walked to the treadmill, and said to her in a teasing tone: "Princess, please get on the machine."

"Humph!"

Matsueda Shinsako glared at him and stepped on the treadmill track with both feet.

Kiyoaki Matsueda started the treadmill, slowly accelerated it, and watched her run without blinking.

Don't forget, she doesn't wear that stuff at home.

So old and still running...

The treadmill was running at a jogging pace, and Matsueda Shinsako started to feel tired after only three minutes of running.

Mainly waist fatigue.

There is no way, the weight is so heavy...

After another two minutes, she began to pant, her waist gradually bent, and dense sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Can you still hold on?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Hearing this, Matsueda Shinsako straightened up immediately and snorted, "It's okay to run for another ten minutes."

"Then please continue." Matsueda Kiyoaki tried to hold back his laughter.

Masako Matsueda gritted her teeth and continued jogging with a very stubborn attitude.

Her skin was originally very fair, but after running for so long, her skin color turned slightly red, and became even more pink after being wetted by sweat.

Two minutes later, she pressed the stop button on the treadmill, stopped, bent over to catch her breath, and raised the back of her right hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"These ten minutes have passed so quickly." Matsueda Kiyoaki joked. Hearing his teasing, Matsueda Shinsako glanced at him and said coldly: "I haven't run for a long time, I'm just not in shape. Wait, I'll put on my equipment tomorrow and I'll show you how good I am..."

"You're the cutest when you're stubborn." Matsueda Kiyoaki smiled and took out a tissue.

"You are the one who is being stubborn. You are the most stubborn person in the whole world. Let me tell you..." Matsueda Shinsako was unwilling to accept the result and wanted to argue with him, but when she saw his hand coming with a tissue, her voice gradually became softer.

The arrogant and cold mistress stood still like a little girl and obediently let him wipe the sweat from her forehead and cheeks.

After wiping the sweat off her face, Songeda Qingxian turned around and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Hey, wait!" Matsueda Shinsako jumped down in one step.

The floor nearby was wet with his sweat and was very smooth.

After she jumped down, she didn't stand steadily and fell forward, with her upper body and cheek falling directly on his back.

"Bang~"

"I'll go get a rag." Kiyoaki Matsueda also noticed the sweat stains under his feet.

"Wait, let me do it." Matsueda Shinsako grabbed his hand and looked at him with eyes hoping to be favored, "Let me clean the floor. And, help you wipe it..."

These puppy-like eyes touched Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Masako Matsueda went to the bathroom, filled a basin with water, and came back with a clean towel.

Kiyoaki Matsueda lay on the ground, enjoying the treatment of her covering his back with a wet towel and wiping his body carefully.

The early morning sunlight shone in and slid onto the tatami, revealing the outlines of two people's bodies, as if they were plotting something.

Matsueda Shinsako's fingers felt a warm touch, and his back muscles felt like a piece of warm rice cake. After she pricked it with her nails, the muscle immediately tensed up and pushed her nails out.

"Hey, don't poke me, it hurts!" Songeda Qingxian said unhappily.

When I shouted, you didn't show any pity... Matsueda Shinsako sneered inwardly and stopped poking him with her nails.

After the young man's muscles relaxed, he became as obedient as a kitten or a puppy.

Songeda Qingxian was lying on his stomach, occasionally turning his head to glance at her.

Every time her eyes met his, she couldn't help but smile, then pushed his face back with her palm.

She would never be like this in the past.

She had been so domineering before, always looking superior, never smiling, with a sense of resentment that could not be satisfied sometimes flickering in the depths of her eyes.

She seems to have become calmer now, and her manners have become more demure. Her gorgeous black hair falling behind her back no longer looks seductive.

It feels like she has come ashore and become a good person, and then transformed from a girl into a mother.

"It's weird..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki was deeply moved.

A 40-year-old woman with two daughters actually feels like she has just become a mother.

The sun slowly rises.

Ten minutes later, Kiyoaki Matsueda took a shower, changed his clothes and returned to the restaurant.

"Ha~"

Songzhi Luming came down the stairs yawning.

"Good morning." Kiyoaki Matsueda greeted her.

"Not good!" Songzhi Luming glanced at him, "Boxing so early in the morning, it's so noisy!"

"You should get up early, and you'd better do some exercise like your mother." Kiyokatsu Matsueda pulled out a chair and sat down to enjoy the breakfast made by Masako.

Songzhi Luming rolled his eyes at him, sat down opposite him and picked up the lunch roll.

After taking two bites, he looked up at Songeda Qingxian opposite him, wanting to say something but stopping himself... He wanted to ask about the sales of the new book, but in the end he didn't ask because he was too proud.

"Hey, good morning, family..."

Songzhi Qingxue, who was dressed neatly but had messy hair, ran down the stairs.

"Today is another busy day. Ahhh, I have to get out of the house quickly, or I'll be stuck in traffic..."

She used the few seconds it took her to run down the stairs to randomly comb her hair, walked to the dining table, picked up a lunch roll and stuffed it into her mouth, then took another one, and took a bottle of milk in her other hand.

"Can't you finish eating before going out?" Matsueda Shinsako frowned slightly.

"Well, it's too late..." Matsueda Kiyoyuki answered while running, "I have to run between the restaurant and the company. I wish I could break myself in half... Ah, dear, come on, don't let that kid from the Ishihara family snatch your award away!"

"Salute to the strong woman!" Kiyokatsu Matsueda saluted solemnly.

Since returning from Kyoto, she has been working hard, leaving home at dawn and returning home late at night. Although the couple live under the same roof, they can only meet a few times...

Moreover, Kiyoaki Matsueda could even vaguely sense that she was deliberately avoiding something.

Subconsciously, he looked at Masako.

Masako happened to be looking at him, and the two looked at each other, then looked away at the same time the next second.

"I'm going to school. Bye." Songzhi Luming picked up his schoolbag and left home.

Higashimaizuru is located in Yotsuya, and it only takes more than ten minutes to walk from home. Matsueda Luming hurried on his way with his head down, browsing the news related to Matsueda Kiyoaki on his mobile phone.

From the current perspective, Kiyoaki Matsueda’s situation is not optimistic.

Whether it is word of mouth or sales.

The lagging sales volume is understandable, after all, most readers are single-celled organisms with simple brains.

They cannot appreciate works that are too literary.

The large amount of philosophical thinking and Buddhist thoughts in "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" are simply incomprehensible to readers with insufficient appreciation ability.

However, a straightforward and exciting science fiction film like "The Sun and the Tower" that "kills American soldiers" is much easier to understand and even very exciting... Most readers in the market actually prefer this type of film.

The sales gap between the two books released at the same time is already huge.

Matsueda Luming observed the dynamics on the Internet and found that many people were shouting "The Tower and the Sun should win the Akutagawa Prize", which made her very angry - Matsueda Kiyoaki had been criticized every day for not having enough depth in his works and not being able to win the Akutagawa Prize, so why didn't anyone criticize this commercial and refreshing novel for having no depth?

Are all these readers so hypocritical?
I'm afraid it's not that the readers have double standards...

Matsueda Luming is a very intelligent and smart person, so he can naturally see that this is the result of the money spent by the Ishihara Group.

Any negative comments were erased by them.

Seiji Ishihara's advertisements can be seen everywhere on the streets and in trams in several major cities.

And there is still nothing here...

Songzhi Luming sighed a few times in annoyance, walked on the spots of light and shadow that filled the path, and thought indignantly in his heart: If it was a fair competition, he would never lose.

Cross Shinjuku Avenue and turn onto the ramp leading to the school gate.

There are more and more students around me wearing the same uniform, and the laughter and joy are filled with the atmosphere of youth.

"Good morning, Matsueda-san." Naoko Kobayashi trotted over to greet her.

"Hmm~" Songzhi Luming nodded sullenly.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell or in a bad mood?" Naoko Kobayashi asked with concern.

"nothing……"

Songzhi Luming shook his head.

How could a girl like her who inherited her mother's tsundere nature say that she was worried about a man?

"Hey, look..." Naoko Kobayashi suddenly looked surprised.

"Ok?"

Songzhi Luming looked forward.

There were huge posters on both sides of the road leading from the school gate to the school building - promotional posters for Mishima and "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

"Huh? A-Qing's new book advertisement. If I remember correctly, it should be the first advertisement I saw. Why is it displayed in our school..." Naoko Kobayashi was very surprised and rubbed her eyes several times.

The brows of Songzhi Luming were beautifully furrowed.

She was the undisputed number one in the grade, and Naoko Kobayashi barely made it into the top 100. When she saw the poster for the first time, she saw something deeper.

Who are the biggest sales targets for pure literature books?
Answer: The student group.

none of them.

Most students from middle school to university will buy pure literature books because of school recommendations or because they want to appear literary.

No matter whether you read it or not, just buy it first.

According to the publisher’s reader portrait analysis, consumers under the age of 18 bought more than half of the books.

College students aged between 18 and 25 bought 20% of the books.

In other words, consumers under the age of 25 bought more than % of paper books.

After leaving school, many people will no longer read pure literature books.

After a tiring day of work, office workers return home at night. On one hand, they can choose to lie down and comfortably smoke electronic opium with their mobile phones, while on the other hand, they can read obscure and eye-straining paper books. Isn't it obvious which one to choose?

When seeing the posters in the school, Matsueda Luming immediately thought that the promotion of this book would focus on the campus market.

If nothing unexpected happens, Kiyoaki Matsueda's promotional advertisements should appear in universities and junior high schools all over Japan today.

"Xiao Lin, if it were you, which book would you buy?"

"Of course I bought The Temple of the Golden Pavilion."

"What's the reason?"

"Need a reason?"

Matsueda Luming rolled his eyes at the country girl, walked towards the classroom, and analyzed to himself: "School bullying in Japan is everywhere. Everyone can be Mizoguchi, everyone is eager to meet their own Tsurukawa, and everyone can meet Kashiwagi. If this can resonate widely among the student body..."

At the end of the story, a smile appeared on the corner of the genius girl's mouth: "Then The Temple of the Golden Pavilion can turn defeat into victory."

Naoko Kobayashi didn't quite understand where her confidence came from.

But the deer is so smart, he wouldn't say anything without basis... Thinking of this, Kobayashi Naoko also laughed. She returned to the classroom. There was still some time before class, so she opened "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" which she had read countless times.

【When I was young, my father often told me the story of the Golden Pavilion. 】

The book begins with this sentence.

There was no Golden Pavilion when Naoko Kobayashi was a child, but there was the beauty of Tokyo that her father often told her about.

The Tokyo she imagined was also beautiful.

Mizoguchi was born on a desolate seashore, in a remote town in Hokkaido.

Mizoguchi's fantasy was shattered after he saw the Golden Pavilion with his own eyes.

The same thing happened when she came to Tokyo.

The city of Tokyo looks bright and beautiful on the surface, but its details are not as beautiful as one might imagine.

People spit everywhere, there is always sewage around the trash cans, there are homeless people in every underground passage, and there are countless cigarette butts and fast food boxes scattered on both sides of the road...

Mizoguchi was ridiculed for his stuttering.

She was also laughed at by her classmates because of her anemia and Hokkaido accent.

Mizoguchi likes Ariko, who has a pair of bright big eyes. Perhaps because her family is wealthy, she is domineering.

Higashi-Maizuru, where Naoko Kobayashi is studying, is an aristocratic school, and most of her classmates are from wealthy families...

Mizoguchi was rejected contemptuously by Ariko.

She was also ostracized by her classmates.

Too familiar, too immersive...

Although Naoko Kobayashi was born in a poor family, she had excellent grades, a pure and lovely appearance, and she was also proud of herself deep in her heart.

Being excluded by everyone, she can only become her own king in the world of her mind.

[I dream of being a tyrant or an artist, but it only stays in the dream, and I have no intention of doing anything practical at all. ]

[Not being understood is my only pride. ]

[I don’t have the urge to make the outside world understand me. I feel that fate has not given me anything that can wake people up. My loneliness is getting bigger and bigger. I am just like a pig.]

These words are so apt...

Before she knew it, tears started to flow from the girl's eyes.

Tears wet the pages of the book. The girl was so scared that she quickly wiped her eyes, then subconsciously looked towards Songzhi Luming.

In the book, Mizoguchi meets Tsurukawa.

Hechuan's gentleness and kindness made him feel the warmth of light.

In the real world, Naoko Kobayashi met Shikamei Matsueda.

Although Xiaolu is very cold and not gentle at all, her kindness also makes Naoko Kobayashi feel the warmth of light.

In the book, Tsurukawa committed suicide.

Kobayashi Naoko's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly ran over and hugged Songzhi Luming: "Woo, little deer, you must not be in any harm..."

Songzhi Luming was startled and glared at him: "You are crazy!"

"Yeah, it'll definitely be fine..." Naoko Kobayashi hugged her tightly and refused to let go.

The world is a hard place for most people…

Some people sink into despair, some are redeemed in the darkness, and some raise the torch of resistance...

As a person who has been ostracized because of her own defects, Naoko Kobayashi can clearly feel the overwhelming despair in "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", and at the same time she can also feel the strong belief of "to survive".

If that doesn't work, just burn it...

In Japan, 90% of students have suffered from school bullying. There are many people like Naoko Kobayashi who can resonate with "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

From today on, they will all see "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" on school posters, and Shinchosha and Mishima will turn the situation around in one fell swoop.

(End of this chapter)