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

Chapter 14 The Writing Master

Chapter 14 The Writing Master
Longchuan Che's home is especially comfortable in winter.

The fireplace was burning, the kotatsu table was heated, and the hot water bottle in her arms was warm. When Mrs. Takeda came back from dinner and saw the two people in front of the table, she suddenly felt a strange sense of warmth in her heart.

Mrs. Takeda was stunned for a moment, picked up two oranges and sat down to the left of Ryukawa Toru.

“Are you really writing a novel?”

Mrs. Takeda had a subtle look on her face. In front of Toru Ryukawa was a piece of snow-white manuscript paper. It was obvious that he did not intend to review as hard as Takeda Akane to prepare for the upcoming college entrance examination.

Longchuan Che didn't say anything. He was still thinking about which work to write.

"According to Bungeishunju,"

Takeda Akane smiled teasingly, "There are about 200 newcomer novel awards in Japan every year, 300 nominees for each award, and over 10,000 entries. Ryukawa Toru, do you know how many people submit entries every year?"

Ryuukawa Tetsu's science scores were average, but they were easy to figure out.

"More than two million?" Long Chuan Che scratched the manuscript paper twice with the clean tip of his pen.

"Excluding the repeated parts, it's between fifty and one million." Takeda Akane looked at Longchuan with a look that said, "You are really an idiot."

"Nearly a million people submit their works, all chasing for those 200 debut spots. The probability of you becoming a writer is even smaller than your chance of getting into the University of Tokyo."

The stark number left Ryukawa Toru stunned. No wonder Takeda Akane agreed to the bet right away.

But doesn't this guy know too much as a villain?
"I was planning to submit it directly." Longchuan Che pinched his chin. There were no important newcomer awards recently.

Takeda Akane looked at Longchuan with even more disdain.

"Your chance of signing a contract as a blank slate writer is lower than my chance of winning the lottery."

Mrs. Takeda didn't say anything while her daughter was making fun of Ryuukawa Toru. She just sat quietly beside the kotatsu table and peeled two oranges in her hands.

"Ryukawa Toru, if you bark like a puppy twice now, I can ask for half of your money." Seeing that Ryukawa Toru was silent, Takeda Akane lowered her voice and moved forward.

The girl's face is very pure and cute, with raised eyebrows and a faint mole at the end of her eye.

Objectively speaking, she is very beautiful, and the girlish purity and the hint of charm in the corners of her eyes form a sharp contrast.

But he has a very bad character.

Longchuan Che had just made a bet with her. Not only did she want Longchuan Che's money, she also wanted Longchuan Che to bark like a dog for her when she was happy.

"Little dog, call me master." Takeda Akane narrowed her eyes slightly, her face full of evil humor.

Heavy snow was falling outside the window, but Longchuan Che ignored what the other person said.

"You should take a shower." Longchuan Che urged.

The fireplace in their home would go out around ten o'clock, and Takeda Akane would usually take a bath during this time.

Not getting a response from Ryukawa Toru, Takeda Akane narrowed her eyes unwillingly.

"Forget it. Once you submit your manuscript twice, you'll know to admit defeat." Takeda Akane said goodbye to Mrs. Takeda and went to take a shower.

Mrs. Takeda, who was peeling an orange, felt guilty for no reason because her daughter left suddenly.

"Mrs?"

As expected, the boy's voice rang in her ears, and Takeda Takako turned her head stiffly.

The boy was wearing a black youth outfit, sitting next to the kotatsu table, holding his face and looking at her lazily.

It was completely different from the way he had just been silent in front of his daughter.

"Look, I've let Xiao Qian live here, but she still wants to bully me all day long."

"She's still young." Mrs. Takeda smiled awkwardly.

So behind every annoying little kid there is an ignorant mother. Long Chuan Che rolled his eyes at the other person.

"She is still young, but my wife is not young anymore."

The other party has been saying this kind of double entendre recently. Mrs. Takeda pinched the corner of her clothes and her face blushed a little.

The woman bit her lower lip and looked at Longchuan Che's young face.

"Master."

Longchuan Che decided to take back his previous thought.

Mrs. Takeda is very sensible, just like a married woman, she knows to change positions just by patting her butt.

Longchuan Che just told the woman before dinner that if she wanted to get along well with him, she should just say a few nice words.

The name that boys like is "master".

There was an inexplicable sense of shame when these two words came out of his mouth. Ryukawa Tetsu looked at Mrs. Takeda's red neck and the trembling tail tone of the other party and smiled.

This is right.

I am shy when I want to speak, three parts resistance and two parts response.

Takeda Akane's weird behavior just now clearly shows that she needs some discipline.

Heavy snow was falling outside the window. A black train was blowing its whistle, melting through the milky white mist and coming towards this side from afar.

When Takeda Akane came back, her mother was peeling oranges with her head down like a quail.

In front of Longchuan Tetsu was a hill of tangerine peeled off.

He moved the orange in front of Longchuan Che to his own front with great dissatisfaction.

“Oh, you haven’t written it yet?”

The girl didn't see her mother's somewhat broken face. She looked at the white paper in front of Longchuan Che with a mocking expression.

"Woof woof woof, bark twice."

This woman probably has an inexplicable obsession with catching people and treating them like dogs. Ryukawa Toru looked at Mrs. Takeda, who had been keeping her head down after calling her "master".

"Aunt Takeda, do you want to join us?" When Takeda Akane was around, Ryukawa Toru was very respectful to his wife.

"what?"

“It’s about whether I can become a writer.”

Takako Takeda was stunned. She knew that the other party had just made a bet with her daughter about this matter.

"I forget it." Takeda Takako curled her lips in disinterest.

The two kids exchanged some pocket money and changed their names.

It had no appeal to her.

"There's a surprise. The winner can make any reasonable request to the loser."

Takeda Takako looked up in surprise and saw Ryukawa Toru opening his mouth and speaking silently.

The words 'including that agreement'.

Mrs. Takeda said "OK" for some unknown reason, and when she reacted, Ryukawa Toru had already picked up the pen.

"Don't worry, mother. If he can write it, I will call him dad."

Halfway through her words she realized that she couldn't say such things in front of her mother, and the girl stuck out her tongue mischievously, but her face showed an expression of confidence.

The relationship between the two maids is so good, Long Chuan Che muttered in his heart.

As he picked up the pen, three whistles sounded in his ears.

He looked up out the window. The heavy snow outside covered the houses layer by layer. The sound of a distant whistle crashed into the night along with the snow.

Longchuan Che had been thinking about what to write before.

He liked every one of those books.

But in this snowy place.

In the middle of my mind.

It was as if an enthusiastic girl stopped with the whistle, opened the window, and shouted to him:

Mr. Stationmaster, Mr. Stationmaster.

The girl was passionate and had an otherworldly, mysterious and sad beauty.

She is like an elf, and her short life has a natural sense of harmony between man and nature under the gaze of the vast Milky Way.

Ryukawa Toru suddenly had no intention of paying attention to Takeda Akane who was mocking him.

He lowered his head over the paper.

Fill the golden tip with ink.

The train stopped in front of the signal station in the night, and Longchuan Tetsu wrote the first line of words he had written here: