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

Chapter 129 The wind is blowing
Ryukawa Toru's words resulted in Imamura Yukawa slamming the door and leaving.

Amid the rustling sound of rain, a group of people filed in and out.

The group of young people left in the hall looked at each other.

"Archer..."

Songzhi Muzi timidly pulled her boyfriend's hand.

Just now, they were all a little frightened by the young man's unyielding attitude in the face of a large group of officials.

The issue between Ryukawa Toru and the Ministry of Education is ultimately a question of who is in control.

Is it that the Ministry of Education needs his pen, or is it that Ryukawa Toru needs this stage?

The two sides did not reach a consensus tonight.

"Why bother, Longchuan-kun."

When many young people who were feeling upset left, only two or three girls and Longchuan Tetsu were left.

Natsuko Imamura sighed and looked at Longchuan.

It should have been a win-win situation for the Ministry of Education and Culture and Toru Ryukawa, but her father was too strong and Toru Ryukawa refused to back down.

This has resulted in the current stalemate.

"It's not that easy for the old man to take you back. The literary world is the only way for you to go now."

This seemed to be the first time this girl discussed matters related to the Kujo family with me.

Longchuan Che looked at her in surprise.

She has skin as white as cream and a face as beautiful as a lotus. She is a very outstanding girl.

"It's my own decision whether to go back or not. I have plenty of other things to do even if I don't get involved in the literary world."

Longchuan Che looked at the character who should be his cousin with a smile. What he did this time was a big gamble.

He was betting that no one would take up the responsibility for the Youth Award, and also betting that the Ministry of Education would give in to him.

He wanted to hold the initiative in his own hands. He thought that every time he wrote an article, it was what he wanted to write, not what the Ministry of Education asked him to write.

"If you offend the Ministry of Education and the literary world at the same time, you may be in a very dangerous situation in the future."

“As long as there is value, there will be no problem.”

Longchuan Che had become friends with the other party during this period of time. At this time, the new friend had a quarrel with him, and Longchuan Che waved his hand and went back to his room.

The boy walked along the straight corridor, standing tall and not giving in at all.

The drizzle in Tokyo started to get heavier from that night.

The rain falling on the ground was like needles, and everyone saw the two articles about youth social issues.

"Slit Tongue" "Infinitely Close to Transparent Blue".

The two articles seem to cleanse the current Japan, and everyone is reflecting on the value of writing the two articles.

The Akutagawa Prize is the highest honor of the year and is the most effective in driving social thought.

The current situation has been exposed to the public almost mercilessly, which has brought mixed reactions.

Some people denounced the government's inaction.

Some people talk big and the literati make a fuss out of nothing.

There are many different opinions.

But whether he wanted to or not, Monk Hongping demonstrated the terrifying influence of literati.

The whole country was in an uproar and the Ministry of Education was in a state of panic.

This situation lasted for three days, and Longchuan Tetsu saw the majestic man again on the night before the last week.

He stood at the door of Gate 1, still at night, waiting for Longchuan Che alone.

"The room... has been cleaned up for you."

There was a slight hoarseness in the man's throat, and his face no longer had the smile he had a few days ago.

"Room? What room?"

Longchuan Che, wearing black clothes and with his hands behind his back, continued to walk to Door No. 2.

"Don't go too far, Ryukawa Tetsu."

To this day, men still haven't let go of their superior attitude.

Longchuan Che turned and looked at him.

"Do I look manageable?"

The boy had red lips and white teeth, and there was some confusion between his brows.

Many politicians are unwilling to mess with those literary masters.

Every needle hits the mark and every word is like a pearl.

If they catch you, you will be skinned alive if you don't die.

But Imamura Yukawa doesn't seem to put himself in the same position as them.

He thought of himself as a country boy, and refused to lower his noble head. "Gao Lishi asked for the Qingping Diao Ci only after he took off his boots for Qinglian Jushi. Now the Ministry of Education is in danger, and this is your attitude?"

Longchuan Che sneered and opened the door as if to close it and say hello.

The wind and rain outside the window were getting stronger, and Imamura Yukawa's eyelids were twitching.

He wanted to just turn around and leave like he did last time, but he had no chance.

During this period, we published articles to expand the influence of the Youth Appreciation.

All public relations methods and government influence have been tried.

But those two articles were like a thorn in the side of the Ministry of Education.

Very well written, and so to the point.

It is hard to say whether the government will change if the situation continues to ferment, but the downturn of the Heisei generation is definitely set in stone.

The sense of confusion in society has worsened in recent days, and even the number of people who come to listen to Longchuan Che's stories every night has decreased.

“Are we really a lost generation?”

Teenagers are already easily influenced, and what they take out is even more true.

Those who do not accept it become resentful, and those who accept it become even more depraved.

There is a strange atmosphere throughout Japan.

"To make a living, to create something new."

Imamura Yukawa smiled bitterly. It was not until this moment that he realized the weight of Ono Taro's words.

The Japanese literary world has been manipulated and flattened at will by Monk Hongping and his gang. The only one who wants to implement top-down national education is Ryukawa Toru, who has fallen out with the Japanese literary world.

Think this through.

When being bullied by the young man, Imamura Yukawa actually felt fortunate for the other party's bad temper.

Fortunately, the other party did not walk along the same path as Monk Hongping, and fortunately they still have a snake husband.

"What... do you want!"

Thinking it through is one thing, but asking him, a member of Congress, to give in is another.

The man's faint voice almost came out from between clenched teeth.

Long Chuan Che walked around the other party twice and knocked on the door of Room 1.

Natsuko Imamura walked out of the room and sighed helplessly.

The girl didn't mind which room she lived in. She and her father watched the boy sit down at the desk.

The boy picked up the pen, and the golden tip of the pen sparkled in the night.

"Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology?"

Longchuan Che held his face and looked out the window at the rainy night.

"Kujo adopted son?"

He had seen the same scenery on the first day. Long Chuan Che looked at the rippling water in the distance and smiled gently.

"Outside, everyone calls you a congressman and a senior official of the ministry."

Ryukawa Tetsu placed the tip of the pen with intricate patterns, like the tip of a sword, into the black ink.

"What should you call me here?"

The boy's voice seemed to emanate tremendous majesty in this dark night when someone was desperate.

For these people, Longchuan Che doesn't have much.

A pen and a tube of ink.

But at this most critical moment, the golden pen became his scepter and the black juice became his crown.

Those who carry on the past and open up the future, creating something new.

In this era, there is only Ryuukawa Tetsu.

Imamura Yukawa was angry.

But no matter how reluctant he was, no matter how hard he gritted his teeth, he had to say that...

"Please write, sir."

A windy and rainy night.

What Longchuan Che was waiting for finally blew into his hands.

In the spring breeze at the end of February, the boy smiled.

He raised his pen and lowered his brows.

"Then..."

Imamura Yukawa saw him write the four big characters "Listen to the Wind Sing" on the paper.

(End of this chapter)