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

Chapter 119: Similar or not?

"This is what my father asked me to give you."

After staying in her new room for two days, on the third day, Natsuko Imamura knocked on Ryukawa Toru's door.

An exquisite little box was placed in front of the boy, and Longchuan Che rubbed his messy hair.

"what is this?"

The Youth Cultural Center is quiet and comfortable, with excellent sound insulation. Longchuan Che slept there for two days.

"It's an apology gift."

The girl pursed her lips. Her black and beautiful hair looked like it had just been washed. She stood by the window in the corridor, the light from the sky illuminating her face.

Her face is pretty, her features delicate, and her skin glows like jade in the sunlight.

"Apology gift?"

Longchuan Che smiled, took the small box that was two fingers wide and looked at it.

The silk outer packaging looked very expensive, so Longchuan Che opened it.

"My father is the adopted son-in-law of the Kujo family, and many things are beyond his control."

Looking at Longchuan Tetsu looking at the expensive MONTBLANC pen, the girl began to explain.

Long Chuan Che didn't care about what he had no choice about. He carefully looked at the expensive pen in his hand.

MONTBLANC's Writers Edition series, lapis lazuli paint, gold nib.

This pen is probably no cheaper than a small house.

"Where's Muzi?"

When he got up early in the morning, Longchuan Che didn't quite believe the other party's claim that he had no choice, nor did he feel that there was anything to apologize for.

The man looked at him with indifference and reluctance, as if he had stolen something from him.

Longchuan Che is particularly sensitive to malicious intent and particularly likes such people.

The other party returned the pen.

Natsuko Imamura sighed and put away her treasured Cervantes Saavedra fountain pen.

She saw clearly that Longchuan Che was a vindictive person.

If you touch him, he'll touch you back.

Like the gloomy animals in Mount Fuji.

"Muzi is outside watching the fun."

The girl had no choice but to open the window in the corridor, and a cool breeze blew in along with the noise.

There is a lot of noise outside. Today is the official opening day of the Youth Award.

The audition writing contest has ended, and young men and women from all over the country have gathered in the ruins of Sumida District.

In Tokyo, only air and sunshine are free. When Ryukawa Toru stuck his head outside, he saw his conspicuous girlfriend.

The girl was wearing a white sportswear and had her hair tied in a ponytail. When she saw Longchuan Che coming out of the window, she excitedly waved at him.

The sun is scorching and the wind blows through the treetops.

That girl makes people feel good just by looking at her.

"Arche, Archer, look who's here." The girl's voice was a little naughty. Longchuan Che saw the other person pulling behind him.

Behind her is Takeda Akane, who has already passed the audition.

The girls wore over-the-knee socks, Western-style uniforms and pleated skirts.

When he didn't see Toru Ryukawa, he smiled sweetly. Toru Ryukawa had no intention of greeting the other party. Instead, he was surprised by the person who was with Takeda Akane.

"Why are you here?"

In a corner of the huge Youth Cultural Center, a woman was wearing high heels and a slim suit. Her eyes were like glass and her rosy lips were shining.

"I'll send Xiao Qian over."

Mrs. Takeda looked a little embarrassed. She didn't dare to say that she had taken a day off today to make a special trip to the Youth Appreciation Event.

The bastard Longchuan Che ignored her after he did that to her once.

She even thought she had met an author who had run out of ideas.

Isn't it often said that many authors have a flash of inspiration and write shocking books.

But later on, my inspiration faded, and the things I wrote were getting worse and worse, and I was stuck in writing and couldn't write anything.

"Longchuan Tetsu, you can't do it."

Mrs. Takeda moved closer to Ryukawa Tetsu with some suspicion. She was wearing a suit with a white shirt underneath, and her slim waist and plump buttocks were highlighted by the suit. I don't know if it was intentional, but she deliberately rubbed her body against Ryukawa Tetsu while talking.

It's as soft as a hot water bottle.

Ryuukawa Toru didn't know whether she doubted her writing ability or something else.

"Aren't you guys going to come and see the first post in a week? Then you'll know."

Longchuan Che sneered at the deliberately provocative woman.

The Youth Award lasts for three weeks, with each week's submissions publicly displayed and the final works put to a vote.

The purpose of doing this is to keep the public's attention on the issue from decreasing. Otherwise, if the timeline is too long and it involves a group of unknown young people, people might quickly lose patience.

Interviews, manuscripts, and media publicity.

This situation will happen frequently in the next few weeks.

"I'm just saying."

Mrs. Takeda's body softened at the boy's threatening words.

If it weren't for the large number of media, officials, and contestants gathered around, Mrs. Takeda was sure that Ryukawa Toru would be punishing her by now.

"I was bullied in Yamanakako, and I am still bullied in Tokyo. Did I come to Tokyo for nothing?"

Even if I can escape now, I can't escape the manuscript in a week.

Mrs. Takeda sighed and thought about what to wear to meet the other party next week.

In the gap between the two people whispering.

The Youth Award officially began under the media's cameras.

On the stage built among the ruins, Imamura Yukawa, who I had met two days ago, came on stage.

The man remained indifferent.

He looked at the crowd of reporters following the young people selected from all over the country.

“Twenty years ago, our country reached a turning point”

The man's voice was majestic and powerful. He represented the government for the first time in front of the people to talk about the scar. His sonorous words made people involuntarily quiet down and listen to him.

"The economy is in recession, society is in a slump, and writers and critics are talking a lot about this society."

Having said this, the man bent down in front of the crowd and the media, and the officials in suits behind him also knelt down.

"This is a failure of duty by the government and the education ministry."

Although it is common for the Japanese government to kneel down and apologize, it is still surprising to see the entire Ministry of Education kneel down so frequently.

The Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology is an administrative agency of the Japanese central government, responsible for promoting the development and revitalization of the country's education, science and technology, scholarship, and culture.

These dozens of people are related to the national education of the whole country. It is very shocking to see them kneeling in a sea of ​​black.

"The downturn will end today."

Imamura Yukawa bent his body, but his words were still very powerful.

There he talked about the impact of this Youth Award, the social atmosphere he hoped to promote, and finally the curtain that would be lifted behind him.

"The tallest tower in the world will be built behind me within three years, no, within one year."

The man stood in front of the camera, looking down at the people of the country.

“Our country will see great development and great changes.”

The Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology and a member of the Diet made this assurance in front of the media.

Regardless of whether they believed it or not, the people below subconsciously applauded.

The man stood on the podium, looking at the applause given to him with no expression of joy or anger.

"Is it true, ma'am?"

Longchuan Che stood in the audience, clapping along and asking the woman in a white suit next to him with a smile.

"What is similar?"

The woman wearing lip gloss looked confused.

"Is it the same as when you used to stand on the stairs and look at me?"

The big shots on the stage held their heads high.

In the eyes of Mrs. Takeda with horror, Ryukawa Toru pointed at Imamura Yukawa who was stepping down from the stage, and the smile on his face was the kind that she feared the most.

(End of this chapter)