Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 40 Don’t let the wealth go to outsiders

After playing a game of tennis with Masako, Kiyoaki Matsueda deeply understood a truth.

Without strong physical support, even if you have superb skills and a rich reserve of postures, it will be useless and will only be a showpiece that looks good but is useless.

In order to make it look good and useful and give her a little masculine shock, Kiyoaki Matsueda started to exercise self-discipline after entering August.

When you wake up every morning, do some fasting aerobics first, and then do strength training according to the three-part training method of "push, pull and squat".

Aerobic exercise improves cardiopulmonary capacity and enhances endurance.

Strength training builds muscle and increases explosive power.

If you practice both well, it means you have the ability to sprint continuously. I just want to ask you, Shinsako, if you can withstand it!

On August 15th, I still got up on time at six in the morning.

After washing up, I changed into sportswear and running shoes and went out for a run.

He is now a well-known writer after all. In order to avoid being recognized and attracting onlookers when running on the main road, he can only run in the narrow residential area of ​​Yotsuya.

It was six o'clock in the morning and the sun was just coming out.

Feeling the cool breeze in the early morning, running on the narrow road, Songzhi Qingxian glanced at the eastern sky breathlessly.

The orange-red and light pink morning light is much dimmer than when I went out. It looks like the sun is about to rise and the temperature is getting higher and higher.

"Hurry up and go home to take a shower..."

The houses in Yotsuya are quite densely populated, and there are many large and small slopes. Some of the slopes reminded Kiyoaki Matsueda of the breast of a deer - it seems that you can't really feel it, but if you say there is no bulge, it is definitely there.

It looks like Schrödinger's chest.

Only by opening it and seeing it can you be sure whether it exists or not.

When running, the thoughts in Songzhi Qingxian's mind always spread disorderly like weeds.

This is a good thing.

Haruki Murakami organized what he thought about while running and published the best-selling essay collection "What I Talk About When I Talk About Running".

Kiyoaki Matsueda also thinks a lot when he runs, which shows that he is equal to Murakami.

By the way, should I copy Murakami-san in my next book?

During the period around the new century, there were two sales monsters in the Japanese literary world, one was Haruki Murakami and the other was Keigo Higashino.

Copying the books of these two people is basically equivalent to printing money.

Kawabata Yasunari's books are certainly good and full of literary quality, but most of their audience are students and older people who have time to retire. Few of the hard-pressed middle-aged office workers who control most of the society's wealth have the time to slowly appreciate pure literature.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was thinking about the questions for the second book while running.

Finally, I decided to give up copying the books of these two great masters.

The reason is simple, the writing styles don't match.

Moreover, as a writer of pure literature, he has always been at the top of the contempt chain. For him to write a mystery is simply a degradation of his status.

Although some of Murakami's novels are regarded as pure literature, they have always been criticized by many people in the circle as the shame of pure literature. Not to mention the Nobel Prize, he has not even won the Akutagawa Prize in Japan.

It is better to just focus on copying the works of those great writers. You may not make money so quickly in the early stage, but after a few years, you will have both money and fame.

While thinking about all sorts of things, Kiyoaki Matsueda saw the long staircase in front of Suga Shrine, which was the staircase where the hero and heroine reunited in the end of "Your Name".

"Hoo, hoo~"

Songzhi Qingxian was panting and walking slowly.

After running for a long time, he was now a little short of oxygen. All he could hear was the whistling sound of the wind in his ears, and his feet were out of control.

The ends of my hair were gently blown by the summer breeze, and fine beads of sweat gathered into beads and flowed down my cheeks.

so tired...

But I can't stop, there's only one last staircase left...

We can’t let that aggressive woman look down on us!
He looked straight ahead and took desperate steps forward.

Imagining this was a packed stadium, he gritted his teeth and ran towards the finish line.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

ten meters...

Using all your strength, run up the last step of the stairs.

His chest hit the finish line, and tens of thousands of spectators cheered at the same time, creating a tsunami-like sound wave.

"Champion, Kiyohira Matsueda!"

【Ding】

【Stamina 4→5】

"Huh, huh..."

Kiyoaki Matsueda supported himself on his knees with his hands, panting, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his handsome face.

His physical strength increased from four to five, which meant that he had finally escaped from the realm of a fragile college student and possessed the physical strength level of a standard adult male.

At this rate, if you persist for half a year, you will be able to become a little superman with 8 or 9 points of physical strength.

After resting for a while and drinking some water, he turned around and ran back towards Matsueda's house.

When I got home and walked into the yard, I saw Masako practicing yoga on the wide eaves of the tea room.

The light beige yoga suit outlines a plump silhouette.

Although the Japanese cup size is watery, no matter how much the G cup shrinks, it is still the best among thousands of women.

I don't know which bastard will get the chance...

"I'm back." Matsueda Kiyoaki walked up the corridor with his waist slightly bent.

On the yoga mat, Matsueda Shinsako glanced at him with a very displeased look.

You little bastard, you dare to come over here like this? Do you think she is an ignorant girl and can’t notice anything strange about him?
"My physical strength now should be better than yours..." Kiyoaki Matsueda walked in happily, and the sunlight made the sweat beads on his face sparkle.

Matsueda Shinsako stared at the beads of sweat on his face for a while, and then couldn't help looking at the Adam's apple on his throat. The sweat slid down the raised curve, and the trajectory seemed bold and pure.

She couldn't help swallowing and murmured subconsciously:
"So lovely……"

"what?"

"Eh? Nothing."

Matsueda Shinsako looked away unnaturally and lay down on the yoga mat with her back to him.

The fragmented sunlight fell on the corridor like snowflakes, and the light danced on her plump and graceful curves, the scene was so beautiful that it made people's heart beat fast.

Matsueda Kiyoaki couldn't help but narrow his eyes: "It's a bit fierce, but it's really beautiful..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Eh? Nothing." Matsueda Kiyoaki shook his head. "I'm going to make breakfast. You can practice slowly."

After he left, Matsueda Shinsako lay on the yoga mat, with no intention of practicing anymore.

All I could think about was his handsome, sweaty face. It seemed like he had changed a little.

When he first married into this family, he was undoubtedly lonely.

He has built an invisible wall around him, blocking everyone out of his world. He hides in his own world and has never contacted the outside world. When he is alone, it is difficult to find someone who looks less lonely than he does.

His taciturn personality makes him look like a dull and boring man.

But now, he has indeed changed.

This change is not earth-shaking, because he still gives people a lonely feeling.
But in this loneliness, he has a bit more wild temperament.

It is like he is still hiding in his own personal world behind the wall, but the person trapped inside the wall is no longer the original him, but a wild lion staring at the person outside the wall.

What made him like this?

"Could it be..." Matsueda Shinsako knelt on the yoga mat, feeling very stuffy.

The smell of sweat from her body made it difficult for her to breathe, and at the same time she felt dangerous, as if she was being stared at by a wild carnivore.

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While Kiyoaki Matsueda was preparing breakfast, Shinsako Matsueda had finished her yoga, changed her clothes, and was lazily lying on the recliner in the living room.

She had a facial mask on her face and her cell phone was placed on a stand in front of her, playing the morning news on TV.

It is definitely not an easy thing for her to look ten years younger than her actual age. She is naturally beautiful, but she never squanders her body and beauty.

The daily diet is balanced and nutritious.

I have been doing yoga and jogging every day for decades to exercise muscles all over the body.

I use the best products for bathing, skin care, and makeup. I absolutely, absolutely wear sunscreen and moisturizer when I go out, and I go to bed before 10:30 p.m.

She never slacks off when it comes to beauty and maintenance.

At this moment, she was wearing a suspender nightgown, revealing her round shoulders and delicate collarbones.

The skirt is very short, barely covering the thighs.

According to the standard that the less clothes, the higher the combat power, her current combat power is at least 53, comparable to the first-level Frieza.

She is conservative and old-fashioned in front of outsiders and never exposes her body.

It's so cool at home
so good.

Seeing him come out, Matsueda Shinsako couldn't help but snort and asked angrily, "How is the new work publishing going?"

Why is she angry again?

Oh, never mind, it would be strange if she didn't get angry someday...

"The progress is very smooth. The short stories and essays have been submitted for publication review along with the main text. The results should be available in the next two days." Kiyokatsu Matsueda was sitting on a stool next to him eating breakfast.

"Are you confident about sales?" asked Shinsako Matsueda.

"Do you care about me a lot?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda with amusement.

Matsueda Shinsako's eyes turned cold, and she said stiffly, "I'm just worried that your single volume sales will suffer a disastrous defeat, and it will bring shame to our family!"

"Why does this sound a bit arrogant?"

"Eat quickly, and give me your seat after you finish eating."

"Forget it, you eat first, I'm going to take a shower."

"The water in the bathtub is still hot, just soak in it, don't waste it."

"It's disgusting to let me share a bath with you."

"If you have money to pay the water and electricity bills, you can just put a new tank in." Having said that, Matsueda Shinsa stretched like a cat, then took off the mask on his face and prepared to enjoy breakfast.

The skin, as smooth and delicate as a peeled egg, is exposed to the air.

Her delicate complexion makes people worry that the tiny particles in the air will scratch her beauty.

"What can I say? It's just that my royalties haven't been paid yet. There's nothing I can do about it!" Kiyoaki Matsueda said as if to emphasize something, refusing to admit that he did it willingly.

"Ha~"

Matsueda Masako sneered and looked at him, her ruddy lips slightly raised, with contempt and ridicule: "Do you really think I'm a little girl? Matsueda Kiyoaki, I'm telling you, put away those little thoughts as soon as possible!"

It's scary when the strict and cold mistress gets angry.

Especially her pair of sharp and narrow phoenix eyes, when they are slightly narrowed and stare at you, it is really oppressive.

A slightly timid man might kneel down on the spot after being scolded by her.

When he first came here, Kiyoaki Matsueda was also scared by her.

Now of course he wouldn't be fooled.

Looking at her cool outfit, he couldn't help but think of Mr. Qian Zhongshu's description of Miss Bao in "Fortress Besieged", so he came up with an idea and bowed to her respectfully.

"Mrs. Partial Truth, I get it."

"Mrs. Local Mari?" Matsueda Shinsako paused as she was spreading jam on the bread.

"Because the truth is always naked, you are Mrs. Partial Truth." Kiyoaki Matsueda explained respectfully.

"..."

Matsueda Shinsako glared at him with her phoenix eyes fixed on him.

...Is this the way cultured people curse others?
"You don't like this title? No problem, I'll change it for you. How about butcher's wife?" Matsueda Kiyaki still had that respectful look on his face.

Shinsako Matsueda gritted her teeth, wishing she could rush up and bite him to death.

Just at this moment, Kiyoaki Matsueda's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was editor Kobayashi calling.

"Hello? Where are you, Matsueda-kun? Are you free?"

"I may not be available. I am arguing with Lady Local Truth and it seems like we are going to fight."

"...Mrs. Partial Truth?" The editor was confused.

Matsueda Kiyoaki explained, "She is the mistress of the Matsueda family."

"…Is there something wrong between you and her?"

"It can't be described as just dislike. It should be said that as soon as we meet, we have 'detected that the other party has entered the effective range'."

"Ah?" The editor opened his mouth wide. "Have you become all-out enemies?"

"It's not a full-scale war, it's more appropriate to call it local friction."

"...Matsueda-kun, why didn't I find the way you talk so interesting before? It's like painting a white wall with a beautiful color! I really like it more and more..."

On the phone, the editor's tone was very excited, like a young girl in love.

But she soon remembered her business and said quickly, "I have something urgent to discuss with you. Where are you? I'll be there right away."

"It's urgent, so come on." Kiyoaki Matsueda told her the address of Matsueda's home.

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