Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 19 I like the mysterious big car!
Tired of writing, Arun stopped writing and stretched his sore wrist.

The early summer sun shines into the store, dazzling yet gentle. The spacious and bright space is filled with the sounds of people talking, spoons stirring coffee, and pages turning.

The young man sat by the window.

The sunlight fell on him, creating a light and warm feeling.

In the warm sunshine, he rested his chin on one hand, reading a book in a daze, like a cat taking a nap.

Seeing this scene, Arun suddenly felt warm in his heart.

The clean and handsome young writer always gave people a pleasant visual enjoyment, which suddenly made her want to play a prank on him.

She came out from the bar, trying not to make any noise, and quietly walked behind Kiyoaki Matsueda.

After taking a look at the contents of the book, she bent down, put her lips close to his and said, "Hmm, a book about love..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda didn't read much, so when she mentioned the word love, he subconsciously turned his head back and his forehead hit her smooth forehead.

"Bang~!"

"Oh..."

Ah Run covered his forehead and cried out in pain: "Matsueda-kun, it hurts..."

Songzhi Qingxian was a little confused and also covered his forehead: "Ms. Arun, Songzhijun is in pain too..."

"Matsueda-kun..." Arun looked at him and hesitated, "At a time like this, you should first care about the girls."

"Really? I don't quite understand..." Kiyokatsu Matsueda shook his head.

Arun sighed and said tiredly, "Are you a straight man?"

"…It's hard to say." Matsueda Kiyoaki wasn't sure.

His experience in love is still blank.

"It's confirmed that you are." Arun looked at him with sympathy.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her speechlessly.

Miss Arun is a beauty with beautiful eyes.

With her gorgeous black hair tied up gently at the back of her head, she always exudes a bookish air, appearing elegant and intelligent.

"You don't know how to talk to women at all. It's really worrying." Arun looked at him with a motherly look, and her expression was a little gossipy. "Excuse me, do you have one or two good friends to chat with?"

"..."

Songzhi Qingxian remained silent.

"Ah, as expected." Arun reached out and patted his shoulder, then glanced at the bar, "Wait for me to make two cups of coffee, and then we can chat slowly."

Leaving a word behind, she ran to the bar.

Kiyoaki Matsueda looked at her beautiful legs exposed from under her skirt. Her legs were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and her calves had a really nice shape.

It was raining heavily that day, and her sexy calves appeared in front of me again... Oh no, it seems like I'm going to become a leg obsession!

Arun came back quickly with two cups of hand-ground coffee in his hands.

"Poor straight man, please."

There is beautiful latte art on the coffee.

Song Zhiqingxian picked it up and smelled it. It had a light milky aroma that refreshed him.

After taking a sip, he commented: "It tastes bittersweet and refreshingly acidic. It's delicious."

Arun smiled faintly, sat down opposite him, her beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings raised under the table, and looked at him with interest.

She wasn't being infatuated with him. She was staring at him only because she noticed that the young man seemed to have a good impression of her and wanted to observe him carefully.

It's not surprising that he would have a crush on her.

She is beautiful, gentle, and a wealthy woman. There are many people who like her.

She had long been accustomed to the feeling of being secretly loved by others. Generally speaking, in order to avoid trouble, she would stay away from those who loved her, but the young man in front of her was an exception.

Is it just because he is the most handsome?
Maybe that's the reason.

But it’s definitely not just because he’s handsome.

Arun took a sip of coffee, rubbed the coffee cup with his hands, and looked at Songzhi Qingxian.

Still that slightly messy hair.

His expression remained calm, and his eyes were dull, as if he had lost everything.

He looked like he had suffered some serious trauma...Arun narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a long time.

This made Matsueda Kiyoaki a little nervous.

"Haha~"

Arun couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, it's rude to stare at people like that!" Kiyaki Matsueda protested, glaring at her.

"Sorry sorry~"

Ah Run put his hands together and bowed to him in a very cute way, then said: "Matsueda-kun looks like he has suffered some serious injury and has not recovered yet. It's really pitiful. Do you want me to introduce you to some young and lovely girls so that you can be comforted by love?"

"No!" Songzhi Qingxian refused coldly.

"why?"

"I don't think I need a cute young woman."

Hearing this, Arun covered his mouth in surprise: "Don't you like women?"

"No, I just don't like young and cute ones, but older ones are still..."

Matsueda Kiyoaki didn't say the rest of the words, but that was what he meant. He liked people like Miss Arun who were unfathomable and out of reach!
"He likes older women, really like a child." Arun's face showed a motherly expression again.

For some reason, when she showed such a maternal expression, Kiyoaki Matsueda had the urge to bury his face in her chest... Oh no, is she in estrus?
After that, neither of them spoke.

When it comes to love, Kiyoaki Matsueda becomes speechless.

Having no experience in love, he didn't know what to say and could only lower his head and read a book to hide his embarrassment.

Arun stopped teasing him and turned around to chat with several other writers.

They are talking about who will win the New Trend Award this year.

"Ms. Arun, who do you think will win the award this year?" someone asked.

"I guess it should be the book "Eggs and High Walls." Arun said with a smile.

"I think it's this one." The man nodded in agreement. "Last year, his book 'Cat City' was already worthy of an award. This year's work is getting even higher reviews than 'Cat City'. And this year's competitors are much worse than in previous years, so he must have won the award."

Another person said: "I have a friend who is an editor at Xinchao. He told me that the overall quality of submissions this year is the worst in recent years. This award is a sure win for Eggs and High Walls!"

"If Mr. Tachibana wins the award, that would be a good thing." Arun chatted with them, smiling all the time, "He has been to my place a few times. He is young, handsome and elegant. If he can win the award, with a little marketing, he will be a rising star in the literary world. Maybe he can attract the attention of many little girls and turn them into literature lovers."

"Ms. Arun is absolutely right."

Smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

"Actually, the other one is even better." Kiyoaki Matsueda said suddenly.

"Which one are you talking about?" Everyone looked at him.

Arun also looked at him with a smile on his face: "Does Matsueda-kun have a different opinion?"

"I think 'The Dancing Girl of Izu' is very good," Kiyaki Matsueda said calmly.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then picked up their phones, opened the saved pictures, and took a lot of effort to find the title of "The Dancing Girl of Izu" from the list of fifty shortlisted works.

"Mishima?"

"Who is this guy?"

"I haven't heard of him. A new writer, right?"

"I can tell you clearly that this guy is indeed a new writer. There is no trace of him on the Internet."

"The New Wave Award actually stuffed a blank slate of writers into the final selection list?"

"Is there any shady dealings going on here?"

These writers, one after another, questioned the fairness of the selection of "The Dancing Girl of Izu" and did not discuss the possibility of its winning the award at all.

In their view, if a new writer can be shortlisted for the final selection, there is a possibility of cheating. If he can win the award in the end, it is only possible if his father's portrait is printed on Japanese yen banknotes.

Matsueda Kiyoaki didn't care about their opinions and looked at Arun across from him: "Ms. Arun, what do you think?"

Arun rested his elbows on the table, his chin on his slightly crossed fingers, and answered in a rather cunning way: "It is quite rare for a new writer's debut novel to win the Shincho Award. If it really happens, I will definitely collect the hardcover copy in the store and give this writer named Mishima a one-year beer allowance."

(End of this chapter)