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

Chapter 307: Longchuan Tetsu's Tour 3
"Why is he here?"

In the surging crowd, Takeda Maki did not see the person she wanted to see at first glance. Instead, one of the people wearing the Sorbonne University logo made her frown.

He was a middle-aged man with pigtails and wearing a gray suit.

She looks elegant and calm in her thirties.

Anne Erno waved excitedly when she saw the other person.

The word "Senior Brother" sounded particularly loud and pleasant in the lounge. The man with pigtails, who had obvious Western European features, was stunned for a moment and then walked over immediately.

He is about 1.85 meters tall and wears a double-breasted suit.

A bit like a character in a movie, with a light woody perfume.

"Siena, what a coincidence, you are here too?"

Siena is the foreign name of Takeda Maki, and this little braid is Takeda Maki's schoolmate when she was abroad.

In fact, it was not a coincidence at all. Looking at Anne Erno who was winking at her, Takeda Maki sighed and greeted her.

"Good evening, Senior Anto."

The boy with braids is called Anto Whiteman. He, Annie Erno and Ruriko Takashi all went to school in New Jersey, USA.

Some of them later returned to Japan, while others developed their careers locally. This little braid and Anne Erno are both French.

“Why would a teacher who teaches fine arts be in charge of receiving people from foreign literature schools?”

Takeda Maki held her face and looked a little bored. The man with pigtails was a teacher at the Faculty of Arts and Humanities at the Sorbonne University, but strictly speaking, the people from Princeton should be received by the group of people studying French Language and Literature and History. No one knew why this person came to join in the fun.

“Literature and art are inseparable.”

Anne Erno warmly invited Little Braid to sit down in front of Takeda Shinki.

Princeton University and Sorbonne University have an academic exchange relationship, so it is only natural that they would be entertained by people from the Sorbonne when they arrived tonight.

Three or two people from the Sorbonne University led dozens of people from the Princeton academic team to sit in the lounge, waiting together for the concert to begin.

"How about Provence? I remember the fruit tomatoes there were delicious."

After Anto Whiteman sat down, he coughed and looked at Takeda Shinki in front of him.

The woman was too cold and pretty, a completely different type from the elegant and passionate French women.

Her cold white skin is like frozen moonlight, and her swan-like, noble and elegant posture is as charming as anyone else.

"is acceptable."

Takeda Shinki raised her slender wrist and looked at it.

It's almost seven o'clock now, but Longchuan Che hasn't seen a single person.

"Are you waiting for someone?"

Anto Whiteman was a little curious. He had looked for Takeda Shinki several times in Paris before, but she had gone to the south of France.

Knowing that the other party had been avoiding him, Anto Whiteman's expression was a little bitter.

He is considered a social elite and a high-level intellectual, but the schoolgirl in front of him is always lukewarm towards him.

He still remembered the four-mile boardwalk in Atlantic City, when the other person's smile seemed to shake down the moon in the sky.

"Please pay attention to me, Senior. It's rare to find such a passionate man."

Takeda Shinki just looked at the watch on her wrist and didn't answer. Anne Erno poked Takeda Shinki.

The French female editor thought her friend was crazy. The man in front of her was gentlemanly and elegant, and she had been devoted to him since high school.

As a result, she was just waiting here for a little kid, ignoring the handsome French guy in front of her.

"say what?"

Takeda Maki looked towards the door of the concert hall again.

There.

The summer night is late.

The cold moonlight casts hazy shadows, purple-winged starlings fly onto the steel branches of the Eiffel Tower, and the people jostling each other on the streets carry the charm of this city that has lasted for more than 1400 years.

Europeans, Americans, Austrians.

There was no Oriental person showing up, and Takeda Maki was getting a little impatient.

"Aren't The Youth Trilogy and The End of the World going to be released soon? I work at the Sorbonne University and I know Patrick Modiano."

Patrick Modiano, winner of the 1978 Goncourt Prize, has published "Place de l'Etoile" and "Rue du Noir". He is recognized by the French literary community as the person most likely to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.

The Nobel Prize in Literature has the greatest influence in the world. Patrick Modia is almost a leading figure in French literature because he is so recognized by the industry. Takeda Shinki raised her eyebrows and was somewhat tempted, but finally said no.

It would be great if Patrick Modia was willing to say a few words about Ryukawa Tetsu in a public interview, but Westerners rarely stand up for Easterners.

The cultural differences between the East and the West are too great, and Westerners who have won many international awards also have a kind of arrogance in their bones.

"Have you ever seen a young man, eighteen years old, who often has a sullen face and doesn't like to smile?"

Feeling a little silly sitting together, thinking that Anto Whiteman was Princeton who was received by the Sorbonne, the woman frowned and asked.

Longchuan Che didn't answer the phone and there was no news. If he didn't come again, the general manager would be really angry.

"Eighteen years old, not too fond of laughing?"

Anto Whiteman was stunned, wondering what this adjective was.

"No."

The school girl asked, and Anto Whiteman racked his brains to think about it.

He received thirty-four members of Princeton's academic team and confirmed that there was only one young man among them, the blond-haired and blue-eyed Barron.

“There is no young person who doesn’t like to laugh.”

Barron is a very enthusiastic Scotsman, Anto Whiteman said honestly.

"No?"

Takeda Shinki frowned.

"Are you talking about Longchuan Tetsu?"

The conversation between the two was heard by a Princeton student nearby, who looked at the very beautiful oriental woman.

"He didn't come to Paris."

The American's words made Takeda Maki stunned. Why didn't Ryukawa Toru come to Paris to ask her to come to the concert hall?

“We were on a flight at Cork International Airport and he was on a flight to Marseille International Airport.”

Marseille International Airport is an international airport located in Provence, southern France.

Takeda Maki remembered that she had told her sister about her Gold in the morning.

"Can't this bastard's phone be turned on?"

Takeda Shinki gritted her teeth, and the woman picked up her skirt and ran away.

These two people.

One is unwilling to take the initiative to call.

One cell phone was also turned off.

Seeing Takeda Shinki running out in a very unladylike manner, Anto Whiteman was stunned and looked at another school girl.

Anne Erno took a sip of her coffee and shrugged.

"Love makes people lose their minds."

As if he had received some very important information, Anto Whiteman ran after him.

Paris France.

On the streets of this romantic city, Takeda Shinki was running in front, with Anto Whiteman and Annie Erno chasing behind.

Run down Museum Mile, run down Fearless Street.

There is the sound of rushing water along the Seine.

The Eiffel Tower glows in bright Naples yellow.

As the moon in the sky slowly hung above the plane trees.

The two saw Takeda Shinki slowly stop in front of a young man.

The young man was wearing a blue suit and a gray scarf.

He raised an eyebrow at the sweaty woman.

"So urgent?"

Longchuan Che, who seemed a little confused, smiled.

"Is there a dog chasing you?"

(End of this chapter)