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

Chapter 273 Mutual Learning among Civilizations and the Reconstruction of World Literature 1
Climb up the dark stairs.

Songzhi Muzi suddenly felt a little nervous.

Boys always get hot-headed and impulsive at certain moments, especially when they haven't seen their girlfriends for a long time.

"Ah, Archer?"

The girl called out tentatively, but the sensor light on the stairs didn't even light up.

"Where are we going?"

Miss Muzi was a little confused.

This man dragged me into the apartment without saying a word. He had just said that he was going to stay overnight at Miss Takeda's house tonight.

Miss Takeda is the beautiful woman who raised Ryukawa Toru, and Matsueda Muko is very grateful to her.

She met Longchuan Tetsu in kindergarten. At that time, she followed him every day, and he was like a little old man.

The boyfriend would probably never imagine that they had known each other since childhood. The girl smiled with her eyes curved.

When should I tell him?
Wait until he confesses to me, or wait until the two of us decide to be together forever.

The girl thought so, and then Longchuan Che opened the door of her room with a click.

The room was pitch dark. A little light from the street corner shone through the glass window, shining on Songzhi Muzi's face, which was a bit dazzling.

It started to drizzle outside the house. Longchuan Che pulled his girlfriend and found that she was a little nervous.

"what?"

Longchuan Che felt that ever since she was attacked that morning, her girlfriend had been looking nervous whenever she came to her room.

"Afraid that I will eat you?"

Longchuan Che turned on the light in the room, and the room became a little brighter.

He went to his bedroom and found a detective hat and a slightly oversized windbreaker.

When putting it on his girlfriend, Songzhi Muzi was stunned.

"What is this for?"

When I raised my sleeves, my clothes hung down.

Matsueda Muko tilted her head as she looked at the guys in the mirror who looked like a criminal duo.

"Don't you think I don't have time to accompany you? Let's go to Dongyue for a date tomorrow."

"Dating in the East?"

Songzhi Muzi was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately.

"Which university do you want to attend for academic exchange?"

Princeton University's [Mutual Learning among Civilizations and Reconstruction of World Literature] starts from the United States, passes through the Latin American cultural circle, the East Asian cultural circle, and finally goes to Europe.

Matsueda Muko didn't know why her boyfriend went there to join in the fun. The girl looked at Ryuukawa Toru with a look that said, "But I have to go to school tomorrow."

"It turns out that I was just being overly sentimental. Miss Muzi doesn't seem to want to date me."

Longchuan Che sighed and took off the detective hat on the other person's head.

By the way, this hat was bought for him by the girl last time they went shopping in the supermarket. It seems that girls always like to dress boys according to their own preferences.

His wife would buy him some suits and shirts, and Muzi would buy him some baseball uniforms and jackets.

One is more mature, the other is more youthful.

"Okay, the first time I skipped class, I'll give it to Longchuan-san."

Automatically squeezing out the old teacher's class, Songzhi Muzi hugged the other's neck.

"Archer."

The girl's eyes were sparkling, as if there were stars hidden in them.

"You haven't told me whether you miss me or not?"

From Tokyo to Brazil, 1.7 kilometers.

12 days and 7 hours.

Miss Muzi made fifteen phone calls to Longchuan Che, sent twenty-seven messages, and seven MMS messages.

She missed him.

It is said that lovers’ eyes are the eighth ocean, which retains the beauty despite the desolation and is boiling with all the enthusiasm in the world.

Longchuan Che saw the girl's emotions surging, and after thinking about it, he tucked her hair behind her ears.

Love in youth can be both relentless and desperate.

Longchuan Che's voice was filled with light and mixed with the sound of dripping rain.

“What if I only think about you for a third of the day?”

The other party's words were a little strange, and Songzhi Muzi frowned. "Hurry up and tell me."

At this time, you can't give the other person room to think. Longchuan Che pinched the girl's waist.

Matsueda Muko is ticklish, which Longchuan Tetsu discovered the last time he hugged her to sleep.

The girl has a well-proportioned figure, a strong waist, and her skin seems to be filled with the scent of sunshine.

But as soon as Longchuan Tetsu put his hand on the other person's waist, the other person started giggling.

"Stop it, Archer."

Songzhi Muzi was a little shy, after all, the waist is a very sensitive area for girls.

"If you spend one-third of your time resting and one-third of your time working, then I can allow you to spend one-third of your time thinking about me."

The girl tiptoed on top of her feet and rubbed her nose against Longchuan Che.

She didn't know why the other party asked such a strange question, but if the other party was busy, he could put his thoughts about her aside for the time being.

It seems like the more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

Longchuan Che thought about it and put on the other person's detective hat.

How to make Miss Muzi accept that he only spends one-third of his time loving her is a difficult task, so Teacher Longchuan decides to think of another way.

He sent her back to Hanzomon and promised to pick her up tomorrow morning.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Ryukawa Toru arrived at Yotsuya 3-chome.

There is a light in the living room of the three-story building.

When Longchuan Che walked in, his wife was sighing over a pile of documents.

"what happened?"

Longchuan Che laughed. There was a pile of foreign language documents in front of his wife. Longchuan Che walked over and saw that there were documents in both English and French.

"That bastard Takeda Shinki!"

The wife gritted her teeth and clenched her fists tightly.

"Whatever editor you are talking about, just do your job as an editor. Don't ask colleagues in the legal department for help with these things."

The executive director went to France, and took the opportunity to manage Longchuan Che's overseas book publishing business.

Find a printing house and cooperate with local publishing houses.

My wife has to handle all the contracts that are sent back.

"I suspect she is taking revenge on me."

Mrs. Takeda looked at Ryukawa Toru with some resentment in her eyes.

Before her sister left, she sent her sister a message saying, "Your man tastes really good."

As a result, Takeda Maki had to arrange work for her sister across the Pacific Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean.

"You know she can't help teasing, but you still tease her."

Longchuan Che sat down casually and picked out some English documents to help the other party read them.

English is a common language, so Longchuan Che can translate it quite easily, but the rest depends on his wife herself.

"correct."

The lady was wearing a purple dress, and the hem of the dress was slit very high, perhaps intentionally.

The white thighs were faintly visible in the air, and he asked hesitantly.

"My sister asked you if you want to go directly to France to develop your career."

The incident of the group portrait award was indeed a big deal, and Takeda Maki had also heard about it abroad.

"There is more room for maneuver abroad than in China, and as long as you win a literary award of sufficient weight."

Takeda Takako repeated her sister's words.

Many times, as long as the honor is great enough, it is enough to cover up some things.

"Need not."

Longchuan Che's expression was a little cold when he was looking through the documents.

"Some people still can't figure out whether the Japanese literary world needs me or I need the Japanese literary world."

Ryukawa Tetsu remembers the theme of the academic exchange meeting held at the University of Tokyo in May very clearly.

Yes…

Breaking the literary boundaries between countries, regional literature becomes world literature.

(End of this chapter)