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

Chapter 118 Kujo Tetsuya
"You can use poetic and beautiful words, such as long, brilliant, dreamy, intoxicated, etc. Don't you eat it yourself?"

Before he knew it, the girl had filled his mouth. Longchuan Che refused the food and said helplessly.

"I can't eat lunch anymore."

"I'm losing weight."

Songzhi Muzi stuck out her tongue at Longchuan Che. While the two were playing around, a cracking sound was heard outside the house.

"Ah, someone is coming over there!"

Hearing the noise outside, Songzhi Muzi excitedly jumped up from the bed.

Before Longchuan Che could react, the other party disappeared.

Startled and jerky, like a gust of wind.

Longchuan Che complained, threw the extra chocolate into the drawer, and followed him out.

"Ahhh, it's Natsuko, Archer. If Natsuko agrees I can live across from you."

Longchuan Che guessed wrong, the rooms were not divided by gender, at least rooms one and two were not.

The eldest daughter of the Kujo family lived opposite him. When Ryukawa Toru walked out of the room, he saw two girls hugging each other.

The young lady was dressed simply, in a knitted sweater and light blue jeans, and her black hair looked as if it had been washed and was floating in the sunlight.

Longchuan Che nodded to the other party, then looked around curiously.

In the narrow corridor.

Standing next to Natsuko Imamura was a middle-aged man with a cold expression.

He has a handsome appearance and a serious expression. Ryukawa Toru had seen him on TV a few days ago. He is an official from the Ministry of Education.

"Mr. Imamura..."

While Longchuan Tetsu was looking at him, the staff member who had brought Longchuan Tetsu here at the beginning was standing beside him with an awkward expression.

"As for the room, this is the best one at the moment."

His surname is also Imamura, so he should be Natsuko Imamura's father.

Different from the young lady who just had a slight aloofness, this man had a strong aura of power. Even if he didn't speak, people around him felt like they were subconsciously trying to please him because of his oppressive feeling.

"Where's Room 1?"

After listening to his subordinate's explanation, the man's indifferent voice made the lively atmosphere among the men and women present become a little stiff.

Room 1 is where Longchuan Che lives. It is higher and has better sunlight.

"I don't need it, Dad."

Miss Imamura frowned, holding her friend's hand and looking at her father from the Ministry of Education.

Imamura Yukawa, Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology.

If his daughter hadn't come to participate in the Youth Award, he shouldn't have been here at this time.

A minister is the head of a ministry or province and is able to speak on behalf of the country.

This should be the highest-ranking official that Longchuan Che and the others have ever met. Songzhi Muzi and Longchuan Che were both quite quiet.

"Who lives in Room 1?"

Imamura Yukawa ignored his daughter's request and continued asking his subordinates indifferently.

"Change it."

Longchuan Che understood what the other party meant. He quietly returned to his room, took out the things he had just packed and walked into Room 2.

Natsuko Imamura, no matter how well she gets along with them, her true power as a young lady always shows through when she least expects it.

Privileges and classes have always existed, but most of the time people don’t even have access to them.

"Ryukawa Tetsu."

Watching Ryukawa Toru calmly close the door, Imamura Natsuko stretched out her hand.

She glanced at her father who was confused, gritted her teeth, and pulled the slightly frightened Songzhi Muzi to the new room.

From beginning to end, Imamura Yukawa only asked twice who lived in Room 1.

Those who understand what he means will make changes and arrangements by themselves, and everything will operate according to his will.

After returning to his room, Longchuan Che's eyes went from calm to slightly narrowed.

The young man sat quietly in front of his new desk, and the air seemed to contain a restless lion.

After a while, the sound of two girls leaving the room was heard outside.

They hesitated for a while at Longchuan Che's door but did not knock. Only Songzhi Muzi asked to bring him some food.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the boy was in a bad mood.

After a while, the corridor was quiet and the door of the room was opened.

"Someone wants to see you." Imamura Yukawa, who had just appeared once, appeared again.

Leaving the venue, we came to the sparkling water that could be seen from the window of Room 1.

Birds flew over the water, and the river reflected the restless sky.

"Father."

Imamura Yukawa.

The man who had just been very powerful in the meeting room bowed slightly to the old man next to Jiang Chuan.

The old man was dressed simply, with a black kimono with a small family crest shaped like a hanging vine on it.

The Kujo family, Kujo Fujitaka, who was once seen by Kuonyama, was fishing along this important main waterway in Tokyo.

The old man said nothing and ignored me.

After a while, Imamura Yukawa lowered his head and retreated.

"sit."

There were only two people left, an old man and a child, by the river. Kujo Fujitaka pulled out a chair and patted the table.

The old man behaved casually, but he felt more terrifying than Imamura Yukawa just now.

Long Chuan Che said nothing and stood quietly beside the river.

"Angry?"

The old man smiled and raised the silver thread in his hand.

The current in this river is fast, making it difficult to catch blackbait.

"I don't understand what you want from me."

Longchuan Che returned to his indifferent attitude, and the restlessness in the room seemed to be an illusion.

"You don't seem surprised at all that I would look for you. You already knew something, right?"

The breeze blew the grass on both sides, and the old man looked at Longchuan Che and asked curiously.

The two met three times within a month.

Except for the first time when both of them were a little surprised, they didn't say more than a few words in total.

The old man talked a lot today. He asked Longchuan Che if he had guessed it.

“Novelists always think more.”

Longchuan Che neither admitted nor denied it.

"Why don't you come to see me?" The old man asked with a smile after hearing what Longchuan Che said. "It has a better future than writing."

"It's impossible for the Kujo family to not find a child who is stranded outside."

"so what?"

"no point."

The boy's answer made the old man look more satisfied. After three or four seconds, the old man nodded and said.

"Yeah, it's meaningless. I recognize you as Kujo and you are Kujo."

The old man's tone was a little melancholy, and after a while he continued speaking.

"Do you want power like Imagawa?"

The old man pointed at Imamura Yukawa who was standing in the distance waiting.

One sentence can distort the will of others. This is the influence of social status and class ability.

Longchuan Che was unhappy, but there was nothing he could do.

The gap between the two is so huge now that it is no exaggeration to say that they are like an ant and an elephant.

"Wine, sex, money and power are what everyone likes."

Long Chuan Che raised his eyelids and watched the silver fish jumping in the water.

"I like it, I like it."

The old man couldn't stop smiling.

“The writers are good too.”

In Japan, literature and politics are inseparable, and intellectuals have great influence.

“There is no one so-called leader in the literary world.”

The old man pointed to the conference hall behind him and slowly stood up.

"Eat them first, then we can talk about other things."

(End of this chapter)