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

Chapter 120: The Out-of-Touch Miss Muzi and Love Letter 1
With a hundred young people gathered together, the Youth Cultural Center lost its former cozy feeling.

Longchuan Che has already seen three young men thinking in the corridor, five scribbling, and seven or eight young men getting up in the middle of the night and scaring people.

Creation is not an easy thing.

Some authors take half a year or a year to finish a work, but the Youth Award requires that a work be completed within three weeks, so many people are just gritting their teeth and writing.

"It's become a circus?"

Longchuan Che walked around a writer sleeping on the ground with a strange look on his face.

High pressure means high operation.

There were already many people sleeping on the floor in the library.

"You should worry about yourself."

Natsuko Imamura, the girl who lives opposite Toru Ryukawa, goes to the library together every day recently.

"The first press interview will be in two days. Are you planning to leave it blank for the public release?"

Longchuan Che has been acting strangely these days. He neither writes books nor looks up information.

Touch here, look there.

Everyone was in a hurry, but he seemed to be here for tourism.

Chatting here, looking there, I haven't written many words, but I have made a lot of friends.

"I'm very busy, okay?"

Ryukawa Toru crossed out the name of Kuniko Mukaida in the notebook. She was a girl who loved to write novels for girls, which did not fit the description of the writer he was looking for, who was good at essays and youth themes.

There are many people in Longchuan's vengeance book, including Imamura Yukawa who was just added, and Takeda Akane who has been blackmailing him since childhood.

The girl wisely rejected Longchuan Che's offer to help her write a novel. Longchuan Che planned to find the person who would provide her with the manuscript first, and then talk about other things.

There is no rush to write novels. As the Youth Appreciation becomes more and more popular, some people will get impatient.

"Archer, Archer, here."

As soon as the two walked into the library, a girl in the middle of the venue waved at them.

It’s a bit like experiencing college life in advance. Songzhi Muzi has to get up for a morning run every day, so she is the one who comes early to reserve a seat.

Choose a location near a window where sunlight can shine in.

The green plants on the mahogany table swayed slightly. After Longchuan Che sat down, the girl handed him an egg.

One egg per person.

“Are all writers’ schedules so irregular?”

The girl muttered as she bit the hot spring egg she brought from the restaurant that morning.

Not to mention the author who was rolling on the ground, Ryukawa Toru and Imamura Natsuko, two relatively normal people, also got up after ten o'clock.

They couldn't even make it in time for breakfast, so Miss Muzi had to save some for them.

"Sorry Muzi."

There was a chair that could seat three people, with Matsueda sitting in the middle, and Ryukawa Toru and Imamura Natsuko sitting on both sides.

The delicate girl peeled a white and tender egg with her bandaged hands, put it to her mouth and stopped before speaking.

“I’ll feel better at night.”

After saying that, Natsuko Imamura started eating in small bites, while Muko Matsueda looked at Toru Ryukawa who had already finished eating.

"What about Archer? Why are you so late? I remember you weren't writing. And why did you want to chat with that girl yesterday?"

The girl's pupils were a beautiful amber color, and Longchuan Che felt a little guilty when she stared at him.

He couldn't get up because he was lazy. As for why he wanted to chat with the female author, he couldn't say that he wanted to find fault with Takeda Akane.

Why do we have to catch them? What will we do if we catch them?

Longchuan Che looked at the manuscript paper in front of the girl and changed the subject.

"How much has Muzi written?"

For an experienced author, five days might not even allow them to come up with a good story.

Miss Matsueda Muko, a sports student, didn't write even a few words.

Longchuan Che could only vaguely see something from more than ten years ago, and Songzhi Muzi shyly blocked it.

"It's already a lot. Just give me two more days and it will be done."

The girl laid on her work with her head buried in it, her tone muffled and obviously unreliable.

Easy to do.

Longchuan Che raised his eyebrows.

Writing a book takes a long and tedious time.

Look through the information and think about the general plot.

Because it is a public vote, popular literature with higher universality is more suitable for young people. This type of literature emphasizes fun and appeal, and what people talk about most is the plot.

"Ryukawa Tetsu, for a school mystery, is it better to focus on the victim or the bystander?"

Natsuko Imamura, who was sitting on the other side of the bench, frowned and asked softly.

Similar scenarios have occurred many times.

Miss Matsuba sighed and leaned back.

When writers communicate with each other, inspiration will come faster, and there are also gatherings such as author salons among the people.

It seemed that Ryukawa Toru got along particularly well with Imamura Natsuko when it came to creation, and the two of them discussed the manuscript in front of Ms. Matsueda Kiko.

"Or is it social reasoning?"

Longchuan Che pinched his chin.

The other party conceived a suspense story that took place on campus, which not only wanted to reflect some current campus problems, but also wanted to attract readers with bizarre methods of committing the crime.

Although it is a popular work, it contains content that reflects social reality. It seems that the other party is not just talking if they want to blur the boundary between popular literature and pure literature.

"Well, I want to reflect on the issues of campus BL and adolescent confusion."

The girl pursed her lips with a look of concentration, and Longchuan Che discovered that she liked to use a pencil when writing the first draft.

Hi-uni's 2B pencil has soft strokes and won't make your fingers tired when using it.

"If you want to add tension, the victim's perspective is better. If you want to add fun..."

While Longchuan Tetsu was talking, Songzhi Muzi just looked at the two heads chatting in front of her.

One is my boyfriend and the other is my best friend.

The girl pouted unhappily but said nothing.

When you devote yourself to something, time flies by.

Ryukawa Toru was amazed at the ingenuity of Natsuko Imamura, the flower pots after school, and the campus bl she witnessed.

The two people who were sitting together did not stop discussing until the sun was setting.

"The ending can be ended with the sudden death of the male protagonist."

Longchuan Che put down his pen and stopped the discussion about the mystery plot.

"If you add a third character, the plot will be more debatable."

Under the brilliant sunset, Natsuko Imura pinched her chin and looked around.

"Where's Muzi?"

Song Zhimuzi, who was originally sitting between the two of them, disappeared at some point.

A white Dragonfly brand eraser stood on the mahogany table, with a ghost face drawn on it facing the two people.

Longchuan Che looked around and said casually:
"Let's go train, it seems like there is such a plan."

To this day, Longchuan Che still doesn't know why the girl insisted on coming over. This situation happens a lot like today. When others are discussing creation, the girl never gets a chance to get a word in.

Like a drop of golden ink falling into a pool of water, although it is also liquid, it always seems out of place.

"It seems like I did something excessive."

Natsuko Imamura looked at the ghost face on the eraser and muttered something.

Those were the drawings the girl had made when she was bored. When they were chatting, the girl mostly held her face up and watched.

Leaving traces behind always makes people feel lonely. Natsuko Imamura looked at the unmoved boy.

"Ryuukawa Tetsu has never written about youth romance, right?"

The girl raised her delicate eyebrows, and Longchuan Che felt like she was provoking him.

"No."

Longchuan Che said this honestly. At the same time, he was a little hungry, so he felt in his pocket and threw a piece of candy that didn't taste very good into his mouth.

"You can see it."

Imamura Natsuko thought for a moment and said,

"It's better to pay more attention to Muzi. She is not complicated. She just likes to be with you."

"When can we not be together?" Long Chuan Che smiled. "She thought it was too simple to follow."

The Youth Award had just begun and Miss Muzi was already feeling restless.

In Ryukawa Toru's opinion, wandering around Tokyo is more suitable for her.

"Maybe..."

Natsuko Imamura smiled and took the candy wrapper from Toru Ryukawa's hand.

"It was Valentine's Day two days ago, you insensitive guy."

(End of this chapter)