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

Chapter 162 Do you want to be a master too?

Mid April.

The voices about Ryukawa Toru having no self-awareness and that Group Portraits had lost its credibility in this issue suddenly became quieter.

Haiku, which uses the "sketching method" as its creative form, has attracted the attention of most people in the Japanese literary world.

"Good morning, Longchuan."

Walking from Kagurazaka towards Waseda Avenue, Ryukawa Toru yawned lazily and met the eldest daughter of the Kujo family at the door of Hanzomon's apartment.

The girl was wearing light blue jeans, her calves were slender and straight, and the early spring light fell on her hair, which was as thin as a 0.5 mm pencil, making her already beautiful skin seem to be covered with a layer of hazy light.

"morning."

Longchuan Che touched his white collar.

The two lived close to each other and were in the same school, so they often met on the road.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Seeing Ryukawa Toru yawning as usual, Miss Imamura asked curiously.

Every time she met Longchuan Che, he looked lazy and hadn't slept well, and she didn't know where he had been.

The April wind made people feel warm. Pink and white cherry blossoms were blooming on the roadside. Longchuan Tetsu rubbed his eyes and said:
"exercise."

"exercise?"

"100 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, I feel like I'm getting stronger."

"Oh~ It seems like all boys go through this stage."

“Is this the case?”

Longchuan Che was stunned. Has everyone ever gone through a stage where they had to exercise in order to cope with their increasingly clingy wife?

Longchuan Che felt that his functions were normal, but after staying up all night on the 3rd, he still felt that the stronger the body was, the better.

So he bought a fitness guide and did 5 sets of push-ups and 10 sets of sit-ups in one night according to the instructions.

Of course, it’s just the most basic ones, like diamond push-ups. Ryukawa Che is not very good at core training methods.

"Yes, boys all have a period where they suddenly start to care about their muscles, but this period is difficult to maintain and usually doesn't last more than a month."

The eldest lady's words made Longchuan Che realize that she knew nothing at all.

"Ah, yes, yes, I suddenly started to care about my appearance."

The two of them were walking and talking, and when they arrived at the literature department building, there was a message on the window at the door.
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The grass is sprouting again, and the world is about to turn green.
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Waseda's Faculty of Letters and the Japan Haiku Association are launching a spring haiku writing contest. Winners will receive credits and be evaluated by their instructors.

"There are only credits and mentor evaluations, but no bonuses. College students are so easy to cheat."

There are densely written poems under the window notice. If students like any of them, they can go to the literary club to register and vote.

Looking at the organizer Longchuan Che who was unwilling to take a penny, he complained.

"The Haiku Association isn't a big association after all. Our school is only able to host it because of the leadership of Mr. Mingzhijin."

The girl stood in front of the window holding a book on the history of Oriental literature and glanced at Ryukawa Toru out of the corner of her eye.

Because of a master named Dassai, the Haiku Association held many haiku activities of all sizes. Many people were curious about who the master of Dassai was, but the eldest lady knew that this "Crying Blood-Ki" took classes with her every day.

At the age of 36, he created a new form of haiku called "sketching" because of his love for poetry, but he seems very mysterious because he never accepts media interviews.

Many people speculated from his poems that he was a seriously ill poet because…
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New calendar - / May, will be / the day of my death

(The first month of May is the middle of the month and the day is the same as the day of death)——
The fruits of the hackberry tree are scattered everywhere... / The neighbor's children / have not come to see me recently
(榎の真 scatterるthis is the neighbor's child)

This short poem inspires endless imagination, and it has to be said that this is the charm of the "shortest novel".

"correct,"

After standing in front of the window for a while, the eldest lady looked at Longchuan Che.

"The selection of finalists for the Group Portrait Awards begins today. Do you want to go to Kodansha together after school?"

The Group Portrait Award is not like the Akutagawa Prize, where judges select a dozen or twenty works from last year's outstanding works and then conduct a closed-door selection.

The Qun Xiang Shang Literature Award lasts for two months. The judges accept submissions from all over the country like editors, select 50 shortlisted works, and then hold a week of closed discussions to select the winning works.

The winners can make their debut with the literary award and also gain huge exposure. If it is well organized, it will be a literary event that is beneficial to both the organizer and the author.

"Today?"

Longchuan Che touched his chin. He almost forgot that Xiao Pingxiang was also a judge this time, but...

"Why are you all scolding me? No one is scolding you?"

Long Chuan Che was shocked. Some time ago, everyone was scolding him for being a young boy and not worthy of being a judge of the literature award, but there was no voice about the eldest lady at all.

Is it because she is beautiful? Or is it because she is the eldest daughter of the Kujo family?
Longchuan felt a chill run down his spine.

"Maybe it's because I didn't publicize the fact that I was a judge before the selection started."

The girl's book fits her chest curve perfectly.

"Your place was given by the Ministry of Education so you can't hide it, but mine was from the Writers Association where my grandfather went. What's so strange about such a simple thing?"

Although she said there was nothing strange, the girl showed a gloating expression on her face. The comments about Longchuan Che in the newspapers some time ago were unpleasant.

"It's only a matter of time for you too."

Longchuan Tetsu shrugged. Announcing it earlier or later was just the difference between being scolded sooner or later. He could solve the problem perfectly now. He just didn't know whether Miss Kujo would be upset if people scolded her as a "young girl with no self-awareness".

"Won't give them that opportunity."

The girl flicked her hair arrogantly, and Longchuan Che didn't know where her confidence came from.

Flat chested?
It's really funny.

Longchuan Che didn't notice that the eldest lady, who was about to leave, paused when he thought so.

The girl narrowed her eyes and turned to look at the guy who was always thinking of rude things in his head.

"Ah~ Let's make a bet, Longchuan-san."

If there was a mirror, Longchuan Che would definitely be able to see that the smile on the girl's face was the same as the one he had when he harmed his wife.

But people tend to observe others more and rarely observe themselves.

"What bet?"

Longchuan Che yawned lazily.

"I bet that if my identity as a judge is made public, not only will people not scold me, but they will praise me."

"Isn't it praising you instead of scolding you?"

Ryuukawa Toru gave a mocking smile like a villain in a movie.

Not to mention the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, even the emperor and the prime minister were scolded.

Now we live in the information society, and the old way of covering your mouth doesn't work anymore.

The two are equally young and have little experience, and the concept of seniority and inferiority is very important in Japanese countries.

"What are you gambling?"

Longchuan Che was still a little wary. If the girl said something like gambling money or calligraphy and paintings, he would turn around and leave.

"Let's bet..."