Tokyo Tycoon, Start as a Writer

Chapter 83 Is it time to have a normal relationship?
"Oh, there's something."

"what?"

"Is Arun the eldest lady of the Yakuza?" asked Kiyoaki Matsueda.

Hearing this question, Arun's eyes suddenly became evasive and he glanced outside.

Under the light, the skin on her neck appeared whiter than ever, and her hair fell on her cheeks, adding just the right amount of pitiful grace to her.

"Well, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to answer..." Matsueda Kiyoaki said hesitantly.

"No, it's actually just what you see!"

Arun turned his head, and the corners of his mouth on his beautiful oval face twitched slightly.

There was clarity, maturity, and a hint of charm, and she smiled a little awkwardly, like a little girl.

It was obvious that she had tried very hard to force out this smile.

Seeing her so serious, Matsueda Kiyoaki nodded seriously: "Oh, I understand."

Such a smooth conversation made Arun look unnatural.

"Uh, you, no, don't think...that..." As she spoke, she spread her hands, not knowing how to express herself.

The wind blowing in from outside the door lifted her black hair slightly. The woman's expression seemed a little confused, as if she wanted to emphasize something but couldn't grasp the point at all. She gradually became a little anxious.

Songzhi Qingxian found it difficult to understand and said slowly: "Well, I understand. What do you want to say..."

Arun frowned slightly, his eyes looked a little aggrieved, and he emphasized word by word: "Although I was born in the underworld, I have never done anything bad..."

The voice is gentle, but not without firm strength.

Songeda Qingxian pondered for a moment and nodded again: "Yes, I understand."

After a while, he thought about it again and asked doubtfully: "I don't think you have done anything bad..."

Arun was originally very nervous and his expression was very serious. After hearing these words, his facial expression suddenly became complicated. He seemed to be trying to remain serious, but after holding on for a few seconds, he finally couldn't help laughing.

"Matsueda-kun is such a weirdo..." Arun stared at him like a spoiled cat.

"What's wrong?"

“It doesn’t feel like a Japanese person.”

"Uh……"

Ah Run propped his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his slightly crossed fingers, staring at him with a malicious look: "Generally speaking, as long as the Yakuza members are mentioned, most Japanese will show disgust and avoid. But you don't seem to have this behavior at all... Combined with the fact that you rarely bowed and rarely used etiquette language in the past, I have reason to suspect that you used to be Chinese or Korean."

"Whatever you say." Matsueda Kiyoaki shifted his gaze and looked at the dishes on the table.

"Like a child." Arun showed a motherly expression.

Among her ever-changing expressions, this face is Kiyoaki Matsueda's favorite and also the most difficult to deal with.

Arun continued to tease him, then put on a stern face and said in a tone of teaching his son: "Aqing, you are really a big fool."

"Where am I stupid?"

"You are just stupid! You have to know that there is a huge difference in social status between a literary giant and a Yakuza member! You actually asked this question, you are such a fool!"

"Of course I know this, but I don't know why you, Arun, would think that I would look down on you after learning about your Yakuza identity. I thought that given our relationship, you should know that it is impossible for me to have such thoughts..."

"..."

Arun blinked.

She looked at the handsome face of the young writer and actually felt a little ashamed.

Yes, it was because of her own experience of being looked down upon by the upper class that she believed that he would look down on her after knowing her identity... Because of her sensitivity and inferiority complex about her identity, she even forgot how sincere and pure he was.

After thinking this through, Arun chuckled and then raised his hand to stroke the hair by his ear: "Well, I understand."

As she spoke, she picked up the juice bottle and poured the juice into his glass: "Here, drink it, great writer, this is my secret wine."

The eyes moved slightly.

The rounded back of her neck, the black and shiny hair that glows like tungsten filaments, and the cat-like pupils that ripple with diffuse light make her look particularly charming.

She is so beautiful... Kiyoaki Matsueda took a sip of the juice and found it particularly sweet.

"By the way, didn't you say we would move today?" Arun asked, stretching lazily.

"Things have changed..."

Under the light, Kiyoaki Matsueda slowly recounted what had happened, and specifically emphasized that he couldn't bear to do it because Shinsako had asked for help.

Ah Run sat next to him, swinging his legs and listening with relish. After listening, he showed a lazy expression and said listlessly: "You are such a soft-hearted guy..."

"maybe……"

"So what are you and your family going to do in the future?"

"Let's see how things go. Unless something unexpected happens, this relationship will probably last three years."

"Three years..."

Arun whispered quietly.

She is essentially a woman of quiet character.

Some things are hard to think about too much, but when I saw the photo of him and Kiyoyuki Matsueda today, I felt that they were a good match, at least in terms of appearance.

Is it really possible that they would not develop feelings for each other after living under the same roof for three years?

I'm afraid the children can all walk now.

so……

Not knowing what she was thinking of, she gently bit her lower lip, looking very charming.

Seeing the woman's thoughtful look on her face, Matsueda Kiyoaki suddenly thought of a question he had never thought about before.

Since traveling through time, he has met many beauties.

The Kobayashi sisters, the Arun sisters, and the mother and daughter of the Matsueda family... But when facing them, he was mostly normal.

That is to say, I will appreciate their beauty, but I will not be intoxicated or unable to extricate myself, and I can get along with them calmly...

Only Masako is an exception.

When facing Masako, he was more impulsive and his behavior was more unusual, even excessive.

If this continues, it will become a pervert.

So, looking at Arun's charming appearance at this moment, he wondered if he should have a normal relationship to correct the love path that was led astray by Masako...

※After the failed move, life finally settled down, peaceful and warm.

For the rest of September, Kiyoaki Matsueda spent all his time tracing the cause of the Kinkakuji arson case.

As I said, if you want to win the Akutagawa Prize, it is not enough to rely on "Shiosai".

Although many netizens are discussing that he may be the person with the highest probability of winning the award this year, only people in the industry understand that the possibility of him winning the award is very small.

To explain this, we have to go back to the origins of the Akutagawa Prize.

This award is sponsored by an organization called "Japan Literature Promotion Society" run by Bungeishunju Publishing House. Bungeishunju is the base camp of Japanese right-wing writers. Its founder, Kan Kikuchi, is an avid supporter of militarism.

Awards given by the right-wing camp will naturally favor right-wing writers.

Moreover, in the turmoil some time ago, because of the backlash for diss-ing Kiyoaki Matsueda, four of the nine permanent judges ran away. I'm afraid that the remaining five judges will have doubts when they see the name Kiyoaki Matsueda again.

Although the butt determines the head, Kiyoaki Matsueda is not shameless enough to switch to the right-wing camp just for an award.

In this case, if you want to win the award, you have to crush all your opponents in terms of literary quality.

When it comes to literary quality, there is a peak in Japanese literature that is difficult for any writer to surpass - "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion".

In order to have enough knowledge to be able to clearly and accurately express the philosophy of this work when talking about it, Kiyoaki Matsueda had to lock himself up at home and use the computer bought by Masako to search the Internet for any information about the arsonist monk.

He needed to understand the monk as well as he understood himself...

In the publishing industry, the highly anticipated competition between the two editorial departments of Shinchosha for the main authors has finally come to an end.

On October 10st, various statistics came out.

The 2 copies of "Eggs and High Walls" were barely sold out after half a month.

In terms of level, this book is actually acceptable and better than most books. The reason why its sales are so poor is that it collided with the phenomenal "Chao Sao".

A sales monster that sold more than 60 copies in just days after being put on the shelves has created a huge siphon effect.

After more than half a month of sales, the sales ranking of the "Sho Sao" single volume jumped to the second place in the annual list, and the gap from the first place is less than 100,000. It can be said that as long as Japan is not destroyed next month, the first place in the annual list will change hands next month.

During this period, apart from this book and the supplement of "New Trend", other books are not selling well in bookstores.

Mishima won the battle in all aspects.

However, even with such a good report card, after Mishima's limelight faded, some of the people who had made comments before still jumped out.

However, those people have become smarter and no longer criticize Mishima based on the quality of his books. Instead, they compare "Dancing Girl" and "The Sound of Waves", and conclude that Mishima chose commercial writing for the sake of sales.

No one can beat you, so just beat yourself.

This approach is very effective.

No matter how well your "Chao Sao" performs, they will shout out at the top of their lungs that "'Dancing Girl' is purer literature, and 'Chao Sao' is full of the smell of money."

Also, because the writing styles of the two books are so different, some people began to say that he hired a ghostwriter.

Kiyoaki Matsueda was too lazy to respond to these comments.

Sales volume is the real thing, okay? No matter how much they shout, they can’t stop the popularity of "Chao Sao".

However, the big change in writing style is considered to be a big deal, so the idea of ​​hiring a ghostwriter should be treated with caution.

On October 2nd, he went to the University of Tokyo.

As a prestigious first-class university, the main gate of the University of Tokyo is very low-key. It is commonly known as the Red Gate because it is painted vermilion.

By the way, this gate was built when Tokugawa Ieyasu's daughter got married, half a century earlier than the University of Tokyo itself.

“This should be considered a cultural relic…”

With such emotion, Matsueda Kiyoaki stepped into the school gate.

Walking through the beautiful Ginkgo Avenue, looking at the Yasuda Auditorium standing silently in the distance, this is a Japanese-style Gothic building. Many stories have happened in this place...

Kiyoaki Matsueda stopped in front of the lecture hall and slowly closed his eyes.

On January 1969, 1, a sunny afternoon, members of the All-Student Kyoutō Conference used stones and petrol bombs to resist, but were forced back step by step by the police force and finally retreated into the Yasuda Auditorium.

A day later, the Police Mobile Squad broke through the students' defenses and arrested 90 students.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the tragic ending of the Zenkyoto War that year. That was undoubtedly the most beautiful legend of 1969.

After a long time, Matsueda Kiyoaki turned around and walked towards Sanshiro Pond.

The ginkgo leaves on both sides of the school road rolled down and formed a golden avenue on the ground. In the distance, students were singing niche songs, and spots of light were shining on their shoulders.

The girls passing by were not looking at Ginkgo, but at him.

I felt like I had seen his face somewhere before, familiar yet untouchable...

The edge of Sanshiro Pond is quiet and romantic.

Literary masters of every generation have stopped here, including Natsume Soseki, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Mishima Yukio, Kawabata Yasunari... Matsueda Kiyaki walked quietly, as if this could touch the talents they left behind in the cracks of time.

The afternoon sun was nice, shining warmly on the pool water, and the mottled shadows of the trees swayed on the smoothly curved arches.

Not far ahead, a group of students were walking towards us.

They are basically all girls. The girl surrounded in the middle, who seems to be the backbone of the group, is Songzhi Qingxue.

Oval face and pointed chin.

The eyes are big and clear.

She was wearing a fresh white long skirt, with her soft long hair fluttering in the wind. She had an otherworldly and elegant temperament, and was an unparalleled beauty.

When she came before Kiyoaki Matsueda, she took his hand affectionately, turned around and introduced his name to her sisters, then waved.

Amid the girls' surprised and envious gazes, Matsueda Kiyoyuki bid farewell to her campus life.

"You don't need to come to school anymore?"

"Let's do it again at graduation."

"I see you don't have anything, why did you call me over?"

"Of course I was showing off in front of my sisters. You don't know, they said a lot of bad things about you. Now seeing them getting slapped in the face, I'm so happy... Oh, by the way, do you have enough classes? Don't you want to go back to school? How long until graduation..."

"...?"

Kiyoaki Matsueda frowned.

Damn it, I won't have to write another graduation thesis...

(End of this chapter)