Tokyo: The life of a literary giant begins with home self-defense!

Chapter 109: Small breasts, speak softly
During the interview in the afternoon, Ryūkawa Tetsu met a very interesting person.

It was so interesting that they were both stunned when they met.

The interview for the examination usually consists of two teachers and one student.

When Longchuan Tetsu entered, an old man wearing a kimono decorated with golden wheat ears was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"you…"

Long Chuan Che was stunned for two or three seconds, considering whether he should turn around and leave.

"Why, are you afraid of being bullied? I am a teacher first, and then a scholar."

Seeing Longchuan Che hesitating, the old professor with golden wheat ears waved his hand and asked him to sit down.

The old man behaves in a bold manner and speaks in a casual tone, which is different from those teachers who are very particular about etiquette.

The teaching assistant at the side opened his mouth, but swallowed the words "Please introduce yourselves first" because of the old professor's majesty.

Do these two people know each other and seem to be very familiar with each other?
The teaching assistant looked at his professor, Akechi Jin, and then at the new student, Ryuukawa Tetsu.

Ryukawa Toru graduated from a third-rate high school in Yamanashi.

How did these two people know each other?
After looking at the information and then at the two people, the teaching assistant's eyes became more and more curious.

"Why did you apply to our school?" Mingzhi Jin, the old man who had previously suppressed Longchuan Tetsu in the magazine, asked with a smile.

“I thought Waseda was pretty good.”

Longchuan Che glanced at the old man who was with Monk Hongping.

“Now I think the University of Tokyo is a better fit for me.”

Longchuan Tetsu is a narrow-minded person with bad ideas. It would be fine if you didn't have any conflicts with him, but now...

When Akechi Jin said in front of the people from Waseda University that he liked the University of Tokyo, he almost rubbed off a few of his own white beards with his hand.

"Young man, don't be so angry."

The old man knew that he was not in the right about what happened before, but he did not get angry with Longchuan Che. After asking a few simple questions, the old man continued to ask.

"Why did you take the literature exam?"

Waseda has four schools and twelve departments, and the most famous ones include political economy and educational science.

The Department of Literature can be considered an ace, but it is not the best in the school.

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

Longchuan Che had a bad first impression of the old man in front of him, and his words were not polite. He had already prepared to go to Tokyo University for another interview, since his grades were good enough anyway.

"Most people prefer the false to the true, so tell the false first."

This is also a formal procedure of the school, and the old man asked questions that interested him.

By the time you get to the interview stage in college, you have actually gone through layers of screening.

Most students' knowledge accumulation meets the school's requirements, and the interview is just to see their manners and ability to perform on the spot.

“The falsehood is that literature and art can shape and guide the public’s values ​​and cultural concepts, and have an impact on the development and progress of society.

Any relatively advanced literature and art can nourish the people and provide impetus for social development. "

Longchuan Che said casually without even raising his eyelids.

"Do you value public influence and social progress?" The old man nodded, ticked twice on the interview form, and said to continue.

"Just keep telling the truth." Longchuan Che touched his pocket, where there was a croquette.

When he rushed back from the health room, his girlfriend was waiting for him anxiously at the entrance of the literature department.

"Archer, the exam is about to start."

"Archer, you haven't eaten yet."

"You said you wanted to eat croquettes, right?"

"Come on, we're going to college together."

Still smelling of another woman's makeup, the girl was waiting at the entrance of the Faculty of Literature building, holding the croquette he had casually mentioned.

Longchuan Che was in a rather awkward mood, so he told the not-so-good reason.

“My girlfriend suggested it to me.”

There was some helplessness in the boy's eyes. He still remembered the day when the girl said, "Archer looks like he's very suitable for the literature club."

The smile is bright and the eyes are cheerful. Like a beautiful art painting.

"That's a reason..." The young teaching assistant beside him smiled.
“Unreasonable but true.”

Probably many people have a regret of not going to college with the person they like. The young teaching assistant smiled kindly at Ryukawa Toru.

This kid has a bad attitude towards me.

Seeing Longchuan Tetsu nod politely to the teaching assistant, the old man coughed and continued:

"Tell me what you think about the phrase 'independence of learning, application of learning, and the cultivation of model citizens'."

The words the old man said were the motto of Waseda University. Ryukawa Tetsu thought about it and said:
"We should attach great importance to academic research, shoulder our responsibilities, become role models for citizens, understand the sufferings of the people, and seek benefits for the people."

After saying this, Longchuan Che was stunned. The philosophy of Waseda University is similar to the Shingon sect's "protecting the country and life".

“Whether it’s literature, education, or Buddhism, many things are closely related to the people.”

The old man looked at Longchuan Che and smiled.

"We have different philosophies. I don't expect you, the author of Snow Country, to understand us. But as a teacher here, I welcome you to Waseda University."

The old man extended his hand to Longchuan Che, which meant that he had passed the interview.

Looking at the old man and the croquette in his pocket, Longchuan Che stretched out his hand and shook hands with him.

"correct."

The old man called Longchuan Che again.

"What do you think of the dividing line between pure literature and popular literature?"

The old man frowned as he said this, flipping through the documents in his hand from time to time.

He seemed to be in big trouble and was eager to find someone of similar level to discuss it.

"Is this a school interview question?" Long Chuan Che raised his eyebrows.

“Personal matter,” Akechi Shin sighed.

Before Ryukawa Che came in, some of his ideas had been strongly challenged, and now he needed to draw some confidence from other influential people.

"Pure literature is about the philosophy of human nature and the reflection of social reality, while popular literature is about leisure and entertainment. "Literature must convey a message." There is an insurmountable gap between pure literature and popular literature."

Longchuan Che thought about it and gave a more pertinent explanation.

The phrase "literature must carry a message" speaks out the old professor's thoughts. The superiority of pure literature is that he abandons interest, focuses on the exploration of human nature and society, and upholds justice and fairness.

"I'm glad you think so. I thought you would be so rebellious."

The old man's tone was somewhat helpless, and now it was Longchuan Che's turn to be curious.

"Who said what?"

Longchuan Che asked while holding the door handle.

"A girl," the old man said with emotion:

"She said that literature is just a kind of spiritual activity of human beings. There is no need to distinguish between pure and impure literature. Pure text is no more noble than popular literature."

Judging from the old man’s expression, the girl must have said more than just these few words, and also put forward a systematic theoretical basis.

"So awesome?"

Longchuan Che was curious. This was something more terrifying than new literature breaking through class literature. Someone wanted to break the dividing line between pure text and popular literature.

"What's her name?"

Longchuan Che became more and more curious and opened the door while asking.

"Call Imamura or something."

When Ryukawa Toru heard the old man's words, the girl he had met in the Yamanashi Library flashed through his mind.

Tsundere, cocky, and a little bit sinister.

"Oh, her."

Longchuan Tetsu nodded without any surprise, and then muttered softly:
"She doesn't have big breasts, but she has a big mouth."

Longchuan Che turned his head while saying this with a smile.

Then I saw Natsuko Imamura outside the house.

(End of this chapter)