Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 120: After passing through the long tunnel across the county boundary, you will reach the Snow Country.

Akasaka Shrine, in the living room in the backyard.

The flames in the fire pit swayed with the airflow from the ventilation windows, and the flames flickered on the walls.

The chief priest of the shrine paid his respects and then left.

Seiji Ishihara knelt beside the table, still playing the role of serving tea and water.

On both sides of the low tea table are Shintaro Ishihara and Takaki Ikezawa, two leading figures of Japan's right-wing writers.

"I still can't get over this. How can he be a newcomer who just debuted and not follow the rules?" Ikezawa Takaki frowned and replayed the literary melee at the end of last year. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. "Asshole! One wrong step leads to another..."

Yes, one wrong step leads to all wrong.

What went wrong in the first place?
Perhaps, the mistake was at the beginning. No one could have expected that he would come up with such a shocking work as "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

"If the Akutagawa Prize is not awarded to me, it's not my loss, it's the Akutagawa Prize's loss!"

This deafening declaration is still ringing in my ears...

The three people in the room all recalled Matsueda Kiyoaki's performance during that period with solemn expressions; some were silent, some were thinking, or some were gritting their teeth in unwillingness.

More than half a month has passed, and when I think back on it again, that chilling feeling on my back still makes my heart palpitate.

"Damn! What a monster..."

Ikezawa Takaki cursed under his breath, his face gloomy.

Ishihara Seiji next to him had the same expression and shook his head: "If we knew that he would focus on the campus market, we should have informed the Ministry of Education in advance..."

"Alright, there's no point in saying all this. It will only make you more upset." Ishihara Shintaro raised his hand, signaling them to stop talking. "Right now, I plan to take Mishima as my disciple. As long as he agrees, everything will be easy."

Yes, everything will be easy as long as Mishima is recruited.

As for whether Mishima would refuse...

They hardly considered the possibility.

Because they are arrogant and used to being domineering.

The Ishihara family is one of the top ten families in Japan in both business and political circles.

They maintain close relations with many large corporations, government agencies, universities and various organizations.

In the field of entertainment, they have the power to cover the sky with one hand. From the entire industrial chain from production to promotion and distribution, no one would want to offend them.

If Mishima did not know what was best for him, he would have just written his books in the future, and then, under the various shady tricks of the Ishihara Group, he would have been gradually buried in the small circle of literature and would never have been able to step into the outside world for the rest of his life.

How much money can a pure literature author make by writing books for a lifetime?

Japan's best-selling pure literature writer has been writing for sixty years, but has only earned 5 billion yen.

A few billion yen may seem like a lot, something that ordinary people would never be able to earn in their lifetime, but in fact, it is just the box office revenue of a hit movie. The Ishihara family produces several such movies every year, so it is not a difficult task at all.

If Mishima chooses to fight them to the end, he will completely lose the film market...

"As long as he becomes grandpa's disciple, I can do whatever I want to him..." Ishihara Seiji couldn't help laughing.

All in all, everything feels like it’s going pretty well.

I looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window. The atmosphere had a sense of dead silence before a storm.

Mishima would be here soon, and it would soon become clear whether his backbone was as hard as his mouth.

Most likely not.

He dared to resist before because he was at the end of his rope.

But now that the Ishihara family has extended an olive branch to him, he has no reason to refuse.

There is no family in this country willing to completely break off relations with the Ishihara family, let alone a small writer.

As if he thought of Mishima's flattering face when he saw him later, Ishihara Seiji couldn't help but smile, as relaxed as the flame in a fire pit.

"Shh!"

The horizontal sliding door was opened from the outside.

"Governor, Mishima is here."

In an instant, the three people in the room looked over, their eyes were aggressive and scrutinizing.

Matsueda Kiyoaki took a look and walked to the empty seat next to the tea table and sat down.

The first to react was Takaki Ikezawa. He straightened his body and let out a cold laugh.

"Mishima, I've heard a lot about you." Ishihara Seiji smiled and made a cup of tea and handed it to me. "I wanted to visit your home during the New Year, but I was always busy and couldn't leave. Fortunately, I have the opportunity to meet you today. The book "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" is really admirable..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki nodded, looking at him without moving away, nor taking the tea.

The two of them stared at each other for a while. After more than ten seconds of stalemate, Ishihara Seiji gave a dry laugh and placed the teacup in front of him.

"Haha, you're really arrogant, you're indeed a genius writer!" Takaki Ikezawa said with a hint of sarcasm.

He is a well-known figure in the literary world, having won all domestic awards and even been nominated for the Nobel Prize. He is generally regarded as a leader in today's right-wing literature in Japan, so of course he dares to beat and scold an emerging writer.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was too lazy to talk and just watched their performance quietly.

A dimly lit room on a winter morning.

There was a fire in the fire pit, the temperature was pleasant, but the atmosphere was like a confrontation.

"Okay, everyone calm down. We are all family from now on, so don't hurt the harmony." After all, Ishihara Shintaro, who has been in politics for a long time, is more calm and signals the other two to calm down.

Ishihara Seiji quickly adjusted his mindset, drank a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then said, "From "Dancing Girl" to "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion", the talent you have shown, Mishima, is far beyond the average level of the current literary world. Grandfather is very optimistic about you and wants to take you as his disciple to help you make further progress in the future."

"...Ah?" Matsueda Kiyoaki was stunned.

No, how could these guys have the nerve to say such things to him?

"The previous conflicts were all trivial matters. From now on, let's make peace." Ishihara Seiji said with a smile.

"Ha!" Takaki Ikezawa on the other side sneered again, "It is a great honor for you to become the disciple of Governor Ishihara."

"Wait, why do you think I might agree?" Kiyaki Matsueda couldn't help but ask.

Ishihara Seiji looked over and spoke casually, "The Ishihara family has a huge influence in the entertainment industry. After you become Grandpa's disciple, you won't have any trouble with word-of-mouth awards, film and television adaptations, etc. for your subsequent works."

"In other words, if I don't agree, there will be big trouble later?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Ishihara Seiji didn't say it clearly, but just smiled faintly and drank his tea by himself: "We recognize your ability, so we want to win you over. In essence, the Ishihara family is a capital chaebol. Capital values ​​profit the most. Winning you over to become one of us can maximize our interests. And for you, relying on the Ishihara consortium, you can also maximize your interests. Isn't win-win cooperation better than continuing hostility?"

Excellent novel works, if they can be well promoted and fully copyrighted, can indeed bring the author several times the amount of royalties.

It’s hard for ordinary authors not to be moved.

On one hand, you offend the big conglomerates and will be targeted everywhere in the future; on the other hand, you cooperate with the big conglomerates and make a lot of money.

Most people have the answer in their hearts as to how to choose.

But when Matsueda Kiyoaki heard this question, he still acted indifferent and asked curiously: "Can you tell me the specific consequences so that I can realize how powerful you are and give in?"

Seiji Ishihara subconsciously glanced at his grandfather.

Ishihara Shintaro nodded slightly: "Talk to him."

"Then I'll be frank." Ishihara Seiji put down his teacup and looked at Matsueda Kiyoaki. "Hasn't the filming of your "Dancing Girl" and "The Wave of Tide" already been approved? I can tell you with certainty that if you don't agree, then all the actors and staff involved in your two projects will no longer be allowed to participate in Ishihara's projects in the future. At the same time, we will also warn people in the industry to ask them to soft-ban you together."

This is indeed a bit troublesome...

It is not uncommon in any industry for large companies to coerce their employees to suppress small companies.

Of course it is impossible to completely suppress it, but it will make it difficult for small factories to start up and make it more likely for them to go bankrupt later.

However, Matsueda Kiyoaki remained calm.

He and Tokugawa Rinko had long known that they would be threatened and suppressed, and had made plans in advance.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Ishihara Seiji frowned and continued, "Of the three major cinema chains in Japan, one is fully controlled by us. Although the other two are competitors to us, they are unwilling to offend us. Unless you have a commercial film with the potential to be a big hit, you won't be able to get a normal screening schedule as long as we give you a heads up!"

This is completely reasonable.

What Kiyoaki Matsueda writes is pure literature, which lacks commercial value.

Even if movies are made, they are basically art films. Even if they have a good reputation, they can only be well-received but not popular.

The Ishihara Group produces dozens or even hundreds of films every year, and there are several blockbuster hits every year. The other two major theater chains certainly don't want to offend the largest film distributor for the sake of an art film that is well-received but not popular, so they will try to reduce the screening time given to Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Ishihara Seiji felt that, having said this, if Mishima had any brains, he should be able to react.

But I never expected that he would still ask calmly, "Anything else?"

These words made Seiji Ishihara stunned.

What do you mean "are there any more"?
Aren’t these two points enough?

The soft ban prevents industry talents from joining you, and directly prevents you from producing high-quality works.

The theaters suppress and directly control your distribution, so that even if your work is excellent, there are not enough tickets to sell.

Isn't this enough?
Ishihara Seiji looked at him in astonishment, not knowing what he was thinking.
"If there are only these two points, then there is nothing to talk about." Kiyoaki Matsueda said calmly, his expression remaining unchanged from beginning to end.

This scene made Shintaro Ishihara frown.

"Mishima, do you know what you are saying?" Takaki Ikezawa was angry.

In his opinion, when faced with a bone thrown by the Ishihara Group, he should run like a dog to catch it and wag his tail in gratitude, because that is what he did, but Mishima did not do so, which made him extremely angry.

It's probably the kind of anger that goes, "I'm a dog, why should you be a human being?"

Shintaro Ishihara held a teacup in his hand and stared at Kiyoaki Matsueda seriously and fiercely, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly.

This was not what he had expected this conversation to be.

What is his status as Shintaro Ishihara?
The Governor of Tokyo is the highest administrative officer in Tokyo, and his status is equivalent to that of the Governor of California in the United States, or the boss of the provincial government with the best economy in the country across the sea.

Backed by the Ishihara Group, he manages one-tenth of the country's population and contributes one-fifth of the country's GDP. Even the Prime Minister has to speak politely in front of him. This young man should not be so nonchalant.

From the moment he entered the door until now, Mishima remained calm and didn't even drink a sip of water...

Acting too calm and normal.

"You, what are you thinking..." Shintaro Ishihara asked in disbelief.

In the firelight of the fire pit, Songzhi Qingxian turned his head, looked at him, and then smiled softly: "If forbearance for a while can bring long-term peace, I will of course seriously consider it. But it is impossible for me to endure it all the time and be at your mercy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ishihara Seiji slammed his palm on the table: "Mishima! Do you know what you are talking about? Do you believe that I can make you disappear from this world tonight!"

"Keiji!" Shintaro Ishihara shouted.

Only then did Ishihara Seiji realize that he had said the wrong thing and quickly lowered his head.

Ishihara Shintaro calmed down, leaned forward slightly, and looked across: "Do you really think you can fight me?"

"Just try it and you'll know!" Matsueda Kiyoaki stood up.

Ishihara Shintaro looked up, smiled coldly and sarcastically, and took a deep breath: "You won a game, but don't think you can keep winning. I'm big, I can keep losing, but if you lose to me once, you'll never recover!"

On the other side, Ikezawa Takaki slammed his fist on the table: "Mishima, don't be so presumptuous! If you keep saying such nonsense, I will wait for your next book to come out and send a book to snipe you! I don't believe that you can publish masterpieces every time!"

"Wait and see."

Kiyoaki Matsueda finally smiled, but it was a slightly playful smile, and then he turned and left.

The remaining three people in the room were all furious.

It was the first day that Shintaro Ishihara met such a disrespectful young man, and he was the most angry, but his expression soon softened.

To him, Mishima was, after all, just a writer who had written three best-selling novels.

Although he was very talented, it was not enough for him to take him seriously.

The Tokugawa family, which has some relationship with Mishima, is still quite influential, but the Tokugawa family does not dare to confront him directly for Mishima.

With the Ishihara family's financial resources and political influence, they could easily kill Mishima.

It is really ridiculous for a prominent figure who can influence international relations to get angry with a new novelist.

So, even though he was very angry, Ishihara Shintaro didn't take it too seriously. He quickly calmed down and said to his grandson in a calm and contemptuous manner: "Kiyoshi, you will be responsible for dealing with him! Kill him completely for me. This will be your test for taking over the family affairs."

"Yes, Grandpa!"

Ishihara Seiji answered respectfully. "But, there is one thing you have to remember. No matter how Mishima tries to show off, you have to remember this..." As he spoke, Ishihara Shintaro paused and said the sentence he least wanted to say today, "If you want to defeat Mishima and embarrass him, you have to find someone else to do it, don't do it yourself, or you will end up...humiliating yourself."

■

Many people gathered in the calligraphy exchange area.

Nearly half of them were women wearing kimonos.

Among the many women, the looks of Matsueda Kiyoyuki and Tokugawa Rinko are quite eye-catching.

Qingxue was wearing a red kimono with a chrysanthemum pattern on the hem. She was more gorgeous and beautiful than all the ladies present. Her tall and plump figure also stood out from the crowd. Her bright, generous and confident temperament of a strong woman was irresistible.

As for Rinko, she was wearing a light blue kimono with her hair down naturally.

Compared with Qingxue's dignified and bright appearance, she looks much more elegant and natural.

She is not that tall and plump, but very well-proportioned and slender, and her delicate and fair face is as white as snow.

In the calligraphy area, people who were observing and practicing calligraphy were all watching them quietly.

They completely ignored their surroundings and talked in low voices as if no one was around.

"You mean, the movie version of 'Dancing Girl' will use all amateurs?" Matsueda Kiyoyuki was surprised.

"Yes, we had no choice but to make this decision." Tokugawa Rinko's tone was always cold, even when she was talking to this old classmate of seven years. "First, we don't have enough budget, and amateurs can save money to the greatest extent. Second, under the influence of the Ishihara family, few actors dare to cooperate with us."

Songzhi Qingxue's face was solemn: "As an amateur actor, I can only rely on fate..."

"We have set a production budget of approximately 2 million yen for 'Dancing Girl'. Including publicity and promotion, the total cost is controlled within 3 million yen. As for profits, we have no requirements, as long as we can make back our investment." The voice of Tokugawa Rinko had the texture of ice cubes colliding with each other.

Songzhi Qingxue was a natural born evildoer. When he heard this, his eyes immediately lit up: "You are pinning your hopes of profit on "Chao Sao"? This is a smart choice."

In response, Tokugawa Rinko just smiled faintly and said nothing.

"There is still a market for plots about a poor boy breaking class barriers and marrying a rich girl. If the adaptation is better and the plot is more compact, there is a lot of room for development. However, if the Ishihara family continues to put pressure on the theaters and suppress your film schedule, it will be a big trouble. I suggest that you don't show the film in theaters in the early stage, but instead show it in a single theater first, and then show it in theaters after word of mouth has fermented..."

Matsueda Kiyoyuki's well-reasoned analysis surprised Tokugawa Rinko secretly.

These words were almost the same as what she and Kiyoaki Matsueda had discussed, even the strategy of going to a single theater first was exactly the same. The only mistake was that their second film was not "The Wave"...

If she were to join in, wouldn't it be...

"Why don't you come to Xinghui too?" Tokugawa Rinko suddenly said.

Songzhi Qingxue paused and shook his head quickly: "That won't work."

"The three of us together will definitely be invincible!" Tokugawa Rinko looked at her sincerely.

"No, I want to be an Internet tycoon, and I'm not very interested in entertainment." Songzhi Qingxue laughed, with a little pride and confidence in her smile, and then said jokingly, "Qing is with you, you have to keep an eye on him, don't let him have affairs outside, especially don't let him have sex with female celebrities. Also, don't try to embezzle..."

"Shut up!" Tokugawa Rinko rolled her eyes at her.

Songzhi Qingxue raised her hand, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and chuckled, "I can't help it. I always feel that Qing is a human-shaped succubus who can attract the attention of the opposite sex wherever he goes. By the way, Rinko, did you and Qing have a good relationship when you were children? I guess you must have, otherwise why would you help him so much. Ah, I'm so envious, I wish Qing and I were childhood sweethearts. Can you tell me about your and Qing's childhood, so that I can have a direction for my fantasy..."

The bright and generous woman had a little girl-like expression on her face...

The childishness she displayed at that moment was in line with her nature as a 21-year-old female college student. Only a few acquaintances around her knew her cunning nature, her light-hearted beauty, and her talent for prying into people's hearts...

Tokugawa Rinko has a cold personality and cannot cope with her cunning attack, so she can only temporarily avoid the attack.

"I'll go practice calligraphy."

"Eh? You don't want to talk anymore? Wait for me, I'll come too..."

The two walked from the edge of the calligraphy area to the center.

On the other side, Tachibana Toshio also came out, looking at this side with a gloomy look.

In the center of the calligraphy area, there are many tables covered with blank copybooks and brushes and inkstones.

When people heard that the young lady of the Tokugawa family was going to create, people from the neighborhood gathered around. Among the bunch of old men and women, the 21-year-old Rinko looked even more radiant.

When Songzhi Qingxian appeared, she just picked up the brush and bent her upper body slightly.

The brush dipped in ink gently fell on the gorgeous colored paper with a gold sand base and young pine leaves. The thick but naughty black hair slid from the woman's shoulders onto the paper, blocking her profile.

She ignored it all, gripped the pen with her little fingers and continued to wave.

Through the gaps in her gorgeous black hair, you can see her profile as she concentrates.

She bit her lower lip slightly, her eyes focused, her small and smart teeth sparkling. Although she has just left the category of girl, her facial features are delicate, graceful and well-proportioned, and she has begun to show the charm of maturity... In another three to five years, who knows how beautiful she will be.

The gloomy and dim pen tip moved across the paper, making a rustling sound like bamboo leaves being blown.

The gold foil on the ink peeled off and floated between the lines, like the shining moonlight floating on the dark sea...

[The wind is strong and fierce, the tide is hitting the rocks; my heart is broken like waves, and my longing is endless]

[The guards lit a bonfire, bright at night and dim during the day; my heart was burning, and my thoughts were all wandering]

Tokugawa Rinko wrote a waka poem with a smooth, delicate and graceful handwriting. One can tell at a glance that it was written by a girl.

There was a burst of applause from the crowd.

There were whispers on all sides.

"This handwriting is so beautiful, just as elegant and graceful as Ms. Rinko."

"Of course, the handwriting reflects the person."

"Who do you think she learned calligraphy from?"

"Who knows, but it's a blessing to be her teacher."

Listening to the discussion around him, Matsueda Kiyoaki asked curiously: "In the field of calligraphy, is there also a custom of taking in a master and accepting disciples?"

"Of course." The man looked at him and said, "Most calligraphy enthusiasts will seek out a master, because with a master, they can often attend various exchange meetings, meet fellow enthusiasts, and make a name for themselves."

"There are also various schools or groups, right?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

"Of course, the more famous the master of a school is, the more powerful his disciples will be. In Japan, every walk of life cannot escape the master-disciple culture, such as the dance world, the illustration world, the kendo world..."

"Speaking of these calligraphy works, who finally bought them?"

“Except for famous masters who can sell their works, most other teachers’ works are bought by their own students.”

"What are you going to do with it, disciple?"

"This is to show my loyalty to the teacher."

"learn!"

Kiyoaki Matsueda couldn't help but laugh.

As expected, all crows are black, and this is how Japanese society is...

In the crowd in front, many gray-haired masters came over to see Tokugawa Rinko's works, handed her their business cards, and wanted to take her as their disciples, but she politely rejected them all.

Some tabloid reporters nearby were taking pictures of her with their cameras.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was watching from the outside. When Kiyoyuki Matsueda noticed him, she pulled Rinko's little hand. The two women pursed their lips, exchanged glances, and turned to walk towards him.

The three of them gathered together, talking and laughing, and their relationship was extremely close.

Seeing this scene, Tachibana Toshio's face twisted, and he was thinking about how to find trouble.

But no matter how he thought about it, he had no choice. He really didn't have the courage to fight Mishima alone again. He was already afraid of losing before.

"Hey, Master Tachibana, long time no see."

When I turned around, it was Seiji Ishihara.

"Is there anything wrong?" Tachibana Toshio asked with a gloomy face.

"I suddenly changed my mind." Seiji Ishihara said solemnly.

All of a sudden, Tachibana Toshio showed a happy smile on his face, and he was heard saying: "Go and praise Mishima first, show your wisdom, let me evaluate whether you are worthy of my cooperation. Come, let me tell you, when my grandfather, Mr. Ikezawa and I talked to him just now, he said..."

After hearing what Seiji Ishihara said, Tachibana Toshio rushed forward.

Not far ahead, Tokugawa Rinko looked at Matsueda Kiyoaki with a little concern: "What did Ishihara Shintaro ask you to say?"

"He said he wanted to take me in as his disciple." Matsueda Kiyoaki said unhappily.

Songzhi Qingxue was stunned for a moment and asked, "Did I coerce or bribe you?"

"Of course, but I am mighty and unyielding." Matsueda Kiyoaki said with a smile, "That Ikezawa Takaki said he would attack me when I published my new book. I find his expression a little funny when I think of it now..."

"Hey, isn't this Mishima?"

A discordant voice interrupted the pleasant conversation among the three people.

Matsueda Kiyoyuki frowned and looked at Tachibana Toshio who was walking towards him with disgust.

The man had a bright and sincere smile on his face. After he came over, he first bowed in a fake manner, and then said loudly: "Since his debut, with three novels, Mishima has absorbed most of the talent in the Japanese literary world. No wonder he is so confident!"

"What do you want to say?" Matsueda Kiyoyuki asked, with a harsh tone like Masako in her voice.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked past him and at Seiji Ishihara who was smiling behind him, and immediately realized that this brainless young master of the Tachibana family was just a cannon fodder.

"Mishima is a man of great talent. His debut work was a big hit, and The Temple of the Golden Pavilion is famous all over the world. That's why he has the confidence to look down on Mr. Ikezawa..." Tachibana Toshio was eager to show off, and spoke very quickly, "Just now he said that he would always win. Since he is so confident, why don't Mishima talk to us about his new work? Talking here today will also make everyone present feel proud when they talk about this in the future..."

As soon as these words were spoken, some clever people could sense something was wrong.

Then, some people started to make a fuss.

"That's right. If Mr. Mishima has an idea for a new book, why don't we discuss it? It will surely become a good story in the future."

"A gentleman is open and honest..."

"If you don't want to reveal a single word, it seems like you're looking down on us..."

"I'm afraid he's as arrogant as the rumors say..."

"I even look down on Mr. Ikezawa..."

These people spoke in low voices, but their voices were just loud enough for people nearby to hear. Tachibana Toshio was so excited that he was dancing with joy. Seeing him jumping up and down, Kiyokatsu Matsueda couldn't help laughing.

Really looks like a monkey.

"Want to fight?" Songzhi Qingxue couldn't help but roll up his sleeves.

"Huh?" Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her in surprise.

"I am an eighth-degree black belt in Taekwondo!" said Kiyoyuki Matsueda seriously.

Tokugawa Rinko silently took a step back and said, "I can't fight, I'll just cheer you on from the back."

"Okay, it's not time to fight." Matsueda Kiyokatsu smiled and comforted the two women.

As soon as he finished speaking, Seiji Ishihara's voice was heard amid the whispers in the room.

"Mishima, since everyone wants to hear your inspiration and ideas for the new book, why don't you refuse? Besides, you are so talented, how about revealing some things in advance so that Mr. Ikezawa can be prepared?"

Songeda Qingxian looked at him across the crowd.

Ishihara Seiji finished his words slowly, smiling warmly, without any sinister intent on his part.

"If that's the case, I can't refuse." Songzhi Qingxian smiled faintly, then walked to the desk covered with pens, ink and paper, and looked at the people around him. "I'm not good at speaking, so I won't talk about the new book. I'll just write it down for you to see..."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned.

Writing a novel on the spot?
Is this person mentally ill? How can he say such things?
The brush was dipped in the ink for two seconds, then Songzhi Qingxian lifted it up and dropped it onto the spread paper.

The tip of the pen started writing on the paper quickly, but it was not a fountain pen after all, and the copybook was not big, so he had to control the font size... Fortunately, Matsueda Kiyoaki has always had the habit of handwriting, and his calligraphy skills have long reached level 4.

Even with a brush, writing is fast and steady.

Everyone came over, Tachibana Toshio stretched his neck to take a look, and read the words on it to everyone.

"After passing through the long tunnel across the county border, you will reach the Snow Country..."

"Under the night sky, the ground was covered in white. The train stopped in front of the signal station..."

At first, everyone's eyes were just curious and admiring, but as more and more characters appeared on the copybook, after one page was full, they switched to the second one, and then the third one... Everyone present began to scramble to pass it around.

When he finished writing the paragraph about Shimamura observing the beauty of leaves in the carriage, everyone present changed their expressions... How could he just write such a beautiful novel like that?
Next to the desk, Songzhi Qingxue bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on Songzhi Qingxian who was writing furiously.

Amid the whispers of the crowd, Songzhi Qingxue's eyes were complicated and indescribable... Ah Qing, you are so talented that I feel inferior in front of you.

(End of this chapter)