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

Chapter 194: Cucumber Falls into My Mouth 1
Friday, April 18th.

The air is fresh and the sun is shining brightly.

Ryukawa Toru met Akechi Susumu in a sociology class.

"Karl Marx believed that social development and change were driven by class struggle, founded the economic theory Capital, and established the principles of political economy criticism."

The old man was wearing a cotton and linen suit and was lecturing on general knowledge of social studies in class.

As he was speaking, the old man put down the book and looked at the seventh seat in the sixth row.

There was a beautiful girl with long black hair and a couple whispering to each other.

It is not uncommon to fall in love in college, but that boy.

"Ryukawa Tetsu."

Mingzhijin smiled and looked at the handsome boy.

"The faces of female classmates are much more interesting than the teacher's lessons."

The old man’s teaching style is quite humorous and he doesn’t get angry when being interrupted.

He glanced at his students with a smile.

"You spend more time with her than with the teacher."

Longchuan didn't care about the teacher's slightly teasing words, but Songzhi Muzi next to him blushed.

When couples go to school, they always have time to spend time together.

The Faculty of Literature does not exclude students from other departments from auditing its courses.

So whenever Muzi has free time, he goes to the Department of Literature. Whenever he has free time, he goes to the Department of Literature.

Many students and teachers in the Faculty of Literature know this lovely girl.

Her skin was a vivid beeswax color, and her eyes were like glowing forest amber.

She likes to hold boys' hands during class, and she would share half of her earphones with her boyfriend on the bench in front of the department.

"Sorry, teacher." His girlfriend was too shy to speak, so Longchuan Che stood up with a smile.

The two of them don't chat in class most of the time, but today they want to talk about something.

The boy stood tall and straight, and cherry blossom petals after the beginning of spring fell on the eaves and windowsill of the classroom. Everyone saw him carefully covering his shy girlfriend with a book.

"The cherry blossoms outside the building, the moon at night, and sometimes things in life make me lose my mind."

The boy's words were very romantic. The classmates who were teasing them were stunned for a moment, then took a pen and secretly wrote them down.

The Department of Literature itself is a department with a strong sense of poetry and comics, and people with literary talent like Ryuukawa Toru are extremely popular among teachers and classmates here.

Teenage students love his association of the moon with love, and older scholars enjoy his ideas and arguments in class.

For example, in the last Western Literature History class.

“If Stendhal was only satisfied with telling a legendary love story without the political passion of resisting tyranny and pursuing freedom, then his narrative about the Carbonari and Julien Sorel, a young man from the small town of Villers, might still be fascinating, but it would never be as infectious and thrilling as it is now.

Likewise, we have reason to believe that if it were not for the political passion that led to the writing of the Address to the People of Ireland and the Declaration of the Rights of Man, then Shelley's poetry would not have had such a strong appeal and such a great sense of sublimity;
Without such highly political works as Sakhalin and Ward No. 6, Chekhov’s literary achievements and influence might not be as great as they are now, and people’s evaluation of him would be missing an important dimension.”

Let’s briefly talk about the relationship between Western literature and politics. Many teachers are still discussing this concept.

"This is the kind of person you young girls should be most wary of."

Ryukawa Tetsu's words always carry a touch of poetry. Akechi Jin smiled and nodded at Ryukawa Tetsu and said, "What were you talking about just now?"

In fact, the get out of class was almost over, and Longchuan Tetsuya did not affect him much. The old man closed the book and pretended to chat.

"Uh," probably because he didn't expect the other party to chat with him in public, Ryukawa Toru thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about the trip to Mt. Takao."

Mount Takao, located in Hachioji City, Tokyo, is one of the most popular mountain climbing spots in the country. "Mount Takao? Why are you going there?"

Akechi Jin was stunned and looked at Ryukawa Toru with a very strange look.

"Isn't there a poetry gathering there recently? I'll go take a look." Long Chuan Che shrugged
The Haiku Association recently co-organized a haiku poetry gathering with Kodansha at Yakuo-ji Temple on Mt. Takao. He planned to go and see if he could give the executive a helping hand.

Doubt, surprise, and confusion.

Ryuukawa Toru watched Ming Zhijin's expression change wonderfully.

"Come here with me."

Finally, the old man waved to Long Chuan Che, signaling him to go out with him.

Inside Waseda University, the long staircase next to Building 14 is an excellent spot for viewing cherry blossoms.

The pink and white cherry blossoms create a beautiful spring scene, falling slowly onto the gray and white stone steps.

"So the old monk is here too?"

The information his teacher told him made Longchuan Che stunned, and at the same time made him understand why the other party's expression was so interesting.

The Yakuoji Poetry Festival on Mt. Takao is attended not only by poets from the Haiku Association, but also by many well-known literati.

"Many people pay attention to the emergence of new haiku, which spreads poems of trembling and glimmer. You can go, but don't follow."

Akechi Jin looked at Ryuukawa Toru with a strange expression.

Monk Hongping has a bad temper, and Ryukawa Toru is even worse.

Let's have a poetry reading together this time. It would be no fun if these two people quarreled again.

"Am I a troublemaker, teacher?"

The corners of Longchuan Tetsu's mouth twitched. If Hongping hadn't jumped out when he was writing "Snow Country", he would have not bothered to pay attention to him.

"Not the best."

Akechi Shin nodded, thought for a moment, and then continued, "Last time, because of you two, the Akutagawa Prize was postponed."

The old monk was very angry about the Shuzenji incident, which resulted in the Akutagawa Prize, which was originally scheduled to be awarded in March, not being announced yet.

It is still unclear who will win this biggest literary award.

"I have more important things to do."

Ryuukawa Tetsu made it clear that he would behave himself, and Akechi Shin breathed a sigh of relief.

This Yakuoji poetry gathering was arranged by his good friend, Shirakawa Taketo, who had to use a lot of connections.

Not only will Monk Honghei be there, but this year's Akutagawa Prize-winning works will also be announced at the poetry conference.

It can be said that resources from all sides are being channeled into this poetry conference in order to bring haiku to life.

If something else happened, Mingzhijin was afraid that his friend, who was already in poor health, would become even worse.

"correct."

After walking a few steps down the stairs, Akechi Jin looked at Ryuukawa Tetsu.

If he remembered correctly, the poetry reading was by invitation only, and he seemed to have never seen the name Longchuan Che.

"If you want to go, you can come with me tomorrow. Several classmates from the last campus haiku will also join me."

Akechi Jin felt that Ryukawa Tetsu was just planning to go to Mt. Takao to join in the fun because he had heard some news. As one of the invitees for this poetry gathering, he thought about it and invited his students to join him.

(End of this chapter)