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

Chapter 111: Small breasts, speak in a low voice

If Ryukawa Toru's "Snow Country" and the "new sensation" school represented by "Snow Country" are still within the definition of literature, they are independent of class literature.

The girl's statement that there is no high or low in "literature", but only different divisions of responsibilities is digging at the roots of the entire literary world.

Pure literature has lost its uniqueness. It is only responsible for exploring the philosophy of human nature and reflecting social trends, while popular literature is responsible for entertaining the public. There is no difference between the two.

"Why write this kind of thing? It will never come true."

Longchuan Che returned the manuscript to the girl and shook his head.

The ideas and views of this article will not only be criticized by those who engage in class literature, but also opposed by popular literature authors like Tanaka Koizumi who are trying hard to get into the literary circle.

Articles are not divided into different levels, but the people who write them are.

Without the dividing line between the two, everyone rushed to write popular literature that makes more money, and the era became an era of entertainment to death.

In Ryukawa Toru's opinion, the girl's point of view will not be realized either from the perspective of resistance or sociality.

"I know."

The girl put the manuscript away and folded it.

“I just disgust them.”

"Who?"

"Hongping and his gang, when I participated in the New Wave Award."

The girl curled her lips, and Longchuan Che guessed that she was also suppressed by those who were engaged in class literature at that time.

"Just because someone said something about you, you're going to dig up their roots?"

Long Chuan Che clicked his tongue twice, feeling that the other party was very narrow-minded.

The young lady’s true purpose is still unknown. After the two chatted for a few sentences, the girl suddenly muttered something.

“It may not be impossible.”

The girl's sudden words made Longchuan Che stunned. Knowing that she was still talking about the dividing line between the two, Longchuan Che continued to ask:
"How to say?"

He was really curious about how a girl could complete this almost irreversible "literary class" and make it so that there was no distinction between high and low in writing "literature", but only different attributes.

"Like boobs."

The girl looked down at herself without any embarrassment.
"In society and culture, women with big breasts are often seen as sexy and attractive. In addition to the influence of human inner thinking, various film and television media often emphasize this point, which affects the public's aesthetic taste."

Natsuko Imamura looked at Toru Ryukawa with some disdain in her eyes.

"including you."

What the other party meant was probably that this literary class concept could be changed through repeated bombardment of information flow and human guidance.

Longchuan Che didn't know why the discussion of literature would tilt to his chest. He calmly drank a sip of water and pretended not to hear the last sentence.

The sky is as bright as the setting sun, and golden light shines on the desks in the classroom.

It was already dusk when Matsueda Muko's interview ended. The girl walked out of the stadium and threw herself into Longchuan Toru's arms.

"Archer, I passed."

Unlike a character like Ryukawa Toru who had no intention of coming at first, a university, especially a top-notch university like Waseda.

Countless students strive for it, attending private schools in winter and participating in club activities that they are unable to attend.

The girl buried her head in Longchuan Che's chest and twisted her body while whimpering.

It was as if there was a small thorny animal hiding in front of him. Longchuan Che couldn't empathize with the other person's feelings. After hesitating for a while, he patted the other person's head and said congratulations.

"Congratulations on your graduation, Muzi."

You can only graduate from high school if you are admitted to university, Natsuko Imura said with a smile as she stood aside.

"Ah, Xia Zi." As soon as she came out, she was only staring at Longchuan Che and didn't notice that her good friend was there too. The girl was stunned for two or three seconds and then went over to hug her good friend to celebrate.

The evening breeze gently stepped on the clouds, fire was burning and surging in the sky, the setting sun was melting into gold, and under the combination of evening clouds, Longchuan Tetsu was dragged by Matsueda Muko, who said she wanted to celebrate, to a Wagyu restaurant outside.

"Ah, I passed, and so did Archer, how lucky."

In fact, strictly speaking, university interviews are more difficult than written tests, especially for those who had poor grades before Longchuan Tetsu.

It was indeed something worth celebrating that both of them passed the exam in the morning and were admitted to Waseda University at the same time in the afternoon.

"Please give me your guidance over the next four years, Tetsu-kun and Natsuko-san."

Walking on the street, the girl hugged another person in each hand, feeling as if her best friend was by her side and the person she liked was not far away. The sunset shone on the girl's face, as if the sun had ironed it three times. Long Chuan Che felt that compared to getting into her favorite school, she was more excited that someone could always accompany her.

"Ala, you used to call me Natsuko-chan, but now that you have a boyfriend, you call me Natsuko-san?"

Being hugged by a girl, Natsuko Imamura, who didn't have any ladylike aura at all, pinched her chin, "Is this okay, Muzi-san?"

"Of course you can. Archer will be jealous. I can't be too affectionate with you."

Being teased, Matsueda Muko immediately let go of Imamura's hand. She happily hugged the boy's arm and asked with a smile:
"Isn't that right, Archer?"

I would be jealous if I liked someone, but now...
Looking at the girl's smiling face, Long Chuan Che was stunned, "It's okay for girls."

After thinking for a long time, Longchuan Che said this.

The lights on the roadside light up one, two, three, four, and when the sunset completely falls, Tokyo shows its beauty.

As the lights come on, silver-red blood flows in the city's pipes.

Ryukawa Toru and his friends were celebrating their admission to university, and some people were also celebrating at the ESCALE restaurant in Ginza.

The noble woman, Takeda Maki, was wearing an off-white women's suit and tassel earrings on her ears.

"Xiao Qian passed the school entrance exam at 3 pm, why are you here now?"

Takeda Shinki was flipping through the plan for this year's National Youth Award, her eyes fixed on the words in her hands, and next to her was Mrs. Takeda who had just arrived.

In the evening, my wife changed into a black jumpsuit, carried a small bag, and wore gold-rimmed glasses.

She had the temperament of a noble lady, and except for the guilty look in her eyes when she looked at her sister, she was a perfect noble lady in Tokyo.

"I went to meet the author."

Mrs. Takeda said this without blushing or breathing heavily, then looked at her daughter.

The face that slightly resembled both women was even prettier and cuter, with curled eyelashes and a bright red mouth.

She has both the charm of Mrs. Takeda and the purity of an immature woman.

"It might be a good idea to let Akane go to the Arts Department of the Faculty of Literature."

Mrs. Takeda sighed as she saw her daughter becoming more and more of a threat to the country and the people.

She only found out some time ago that her daughter liked dance more than economics.

She studied economics for better development in the future, but she prefers to be the center of attention and become a big star.

My incompetence actually made a 17 or 18-year-old girl want to earn more money and leave the small mountain village.

Mrs. Takeda gently touched her daughter's head, and then saw a blue piece of paper on the table.

"what is this?"

The words "National Youth Award" were written on the blue page, and Takeda Takako glanced at it and asked.

"I plan to send Xiao Qian to participate in this youth essay contest."

Takeda Shinki answered calmly.

(End of this chapter)