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

Chapter 167: Teacher Longchuan reorganizes the workplace

The young man had red lips and white teeth, and when he smiled his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, with a strange sense of contempt.

"Who are you?"

Ichiro Oobi was stunned. The izakaya was booked by them, so where did this young man come from?

"Hmm? I just wanted to use the restroom on the way."

In fact, I had never seen such a place before. When I passed by, I listened inside and heard people talking. Long Chuan Che saw that there was no one at the door, so he walked in on his own.

"Hey, bro."

The lady boss who was supposed to turn away the customer at the front desk came out from the back.

"We are not accepting outsiders today. The teachers from Kodansha have reserved the place for themselves."

Fugetsu izakaya is a product that has existed since the Edo period. These beautiful girls serve drinks to guests mainly to sell drinks.

The proprietress looked at Longchuan Che and smiled.

"You should come back next time."

Longchuan Che was regarded as a young man who came here to have fun, although he was indeed a little curious.

He turned his head and looked around.

Four or five middle-aged men were holding wine glasses, hugging the girls, and talking loudly, their words revealing decadence and extravagance.

Just a bunch of frustrated literati.

Longchuan Che suddenly lost interest in chatting with them.

Several judges looked at Longchuan Che who suddenly appeared, and then left in silence.

"Where did this rude young man come from?"

Obi Ichiro, acting like a senior, said with some dissatisfaction.

The moonlight is cool and gentle. I take the tram from Kodansha and walk along Hakusan Street.

This is a street named after a shrine. Lanterns illuminate the dim torii gates. Ryukawa Toru and the eldest lady are walking under the street lights.

"I thought you were going to quarrel with them."

Thinking about how Longchuan Tetsu suddenly rushed into the pub at the door just now, the eldest lady covered her mouth and smiled.

The young lady was wearing light blue jeans, which made her look slender and slim. Her small face glowed the same color as scattered cherry blossoms under the street lights. Longchuan Tetsudo glanced at her twice.

"How stupid, and the other party didn't say anything."

Longchuan Che shook his head. According to his personality, he would definitely say, "I am not worthy of being a judge." Are you worthy of being a judge?
But when I got to the point, I suddenly felt that it was meaningless.

These middle-class intellectuals who were ranked according to seniority were the most pitiful ones. They had lost both the enterprising spirit of the young intellectuals and the lofty ideals that Monk Hongping and his group had always been striving for.

The text conveys the truth.

"They can no longer be considered literati, they can only be called literary practitioners."

Longchuan Che pinched his chin.

"They are not qualified enough to argue with them."

The other person's face looked quite handsome under the silver moon. The eldest lady was stunned for a moment, then said gently:

"Have you made any progress on the Writers Association thing you mentioned last time?"

Longchuan Che never shows his emotions, but the eldest lady can often see things that others cannot.

This very indifferent young man did not feel angry when facing his critics, but instead felt a great sense of compassion in his heart.

He was high above like a god looking down upon the world, and was extremely worried that his peers, the young writers he had met at the last Youth Appreciation, would become like Oobi Ichirō.

This is an unchangeable reality for intellectuals; not everyone can eventually reach the level of Monk Hongping and others.

Most of them became famous through one or two works when they were young, and when they get older they rely on their past achievements and seniority.

"Master Hongping said that there are not enough writers in the literary world now, so there is no time to spare for other literary works."

Longchuan Che did not answer the girl's question, but thought of what the old monk had said to him in Shuzen Temple.

Class literature cannot be divided, so new literature must "die".

"The old monk himself has no ability. If he can teach these middle-class literati well, the literary power will be insufficient." Ryukawa Tetsu curled his lips, thinking that there were too many people like Oobi Ichiro and that it was the result of Monk Hongping's inaction.

In Longchuan Che's opinion, they are just like those confused young people in society and also need a teacher to guide them.

The literati expose the dark spots and shortcomings of social civilization and become a tinkerer who makes tinkers.

In Longchuan Che's opinion, this is what a scholar should do.

"Middle-aged people are not as enterprising as young people. Most of them are like stones washed by rain, round and mercenary."

The street lights made the young lady look lively and graceful, and Longchuan Che suddenly felt that she was in a very good mood tonight.

The corners of his mouth would curl up from time to time, as if he had discovered something happy.

"So happy? Did you find that the cup size has gone up by one centimeter?"

Longchuan Che thought that the young lady looked very beautiful with her hands behind her back, walking along the street lights and under the cherry trees, and he couldn't help but think so in his heart.

Originally, I thought that Longchuan Che might have some affinity with me in the spiritual world, and the corners of the eldest lady's mouth, which were originally slightly smiling, froze there again.

Friday, April 11th.

There are no classes today and there is a light drizzle in the sky.

Ryukawa Toru got up early in the morning and prepared to go to Kodansha to show his skills.

Originally, he was just a judge who read the books, but now some people say that the articles he selected are not worth winning.

"Teacher Longchuan doesn't cause trouble, but he's not afraid of it either."

Longchuan Che touched his hair and combed it into an adult style.

The award of the literature prize is the result of joint recommendations by multiple judges. If Ichiro Oobi is allowed to stir up trouble, it would be very unfair to the author selected by Toru Ryukawa.

Some people deliberately did not give awards to the works he selected.

"Isn't this nonsense?"

Longchuan Che smacked his lips.

It would be fine if Ichiro Obi was just a pure clown, but he happens to have some status in the industry.

A full bucket of water does not shake, but a half-full bucket of water is disgusting.

"See if there's any chance of kicking this guy off the judges' table."

Longchuan Che completely forgot what he said last night that he was not angry. When he woke up, he was thinking about how to make his colleague who was also a judge lose his job.

Wearing a suit that fits you fairly well, you should unbutton the first button of your shirt to look more handsome.

I picked up my tie, stuffed it into my backpack, and went out with last night’s trash.

It is very disgusting to meet a senior who talks about seniority.

When Ryukawa Tetsu didn't meet Obi Ichiro and was looking for an opportunity to attack him, he met another senior.

"Go buy me a cup of coffee."

Former Managing Director Takeda, now Chief Editor Takeda.

The woman was wearing a light grey, cool-toned suit today, and her temperament was very similar to usual.

Sitting at his workstation at this time, he said lightly after seeing Longchuan Che sitting down next to him.

"Why?"

Longchuan Che held a piece of white bread in his mouth and a bottle of milk in his hand.

At his age, he was somewhat conspicuous in Kodansha, and when he contradicted Editor-in-Chief Takeda, people around him looked at him curiously.

"So young."

"Is that the author of "Hear the Wind Sing"? "

"Hear the Wind Sing" is much more famous in Kodansha than "Snow Country". After all, a silly lady went against the majority and did a lot of typesetting.

Ryuukawa Toru was enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention, and Takeda Shinki whispered something into his ear.

"If you don't go, I will release the video of my office on April 3rd..."

(End of this chapter)