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

Chapter 330: The Madam’s Dignity

The next morning, the weather was clear.

Longchuan Che said goodbye to the woman who had her back to him in the bed.

The executive lady seemed a little upset last night. I wonder if it was because I tied her up with a ribbon again.

His wife told him on the phone that she was going to buy him a copy of the book "The Makioka Snow". Ryuukawa Tetsu arrived at the fork in the town when a phantom light appeared in the distant mountains.

Someone was selling morning light on the street. When Longchuan Che was about to run along the mountain road, he saw the young lady who also got up early.

"Morning."

She was doing warm-up exercises on the steps on the side of the road. The girl next to her was wearing a light blue sports jacket and a sports skirt.

The edge of her skirt was rippling with pink flowers. Natsuko Imamura glanced at the other person and said good morning in the same way.

"Mr. Patrick left Marseilles for England to-day, and he said he was sorry that he could not recommend Norwegian Wood."

The girl's words stunned Longchuan Che.

"What's going on here?"

Longchuan Che looked at the sun rising from the horizon.

"There are problems with the Tanizaki Junichiro Prize, and even getting on the long list for the Booker Prize is a problem."

Ryukawa Toru originally thought that he had a sure win on the longlist for the Booker Prize, but the old man stood him up.

The other party said it was inappropriate and it really was. He had even recommended "Kafka" for the World Fantasy Literature Award.

"Are you nervous?"

Natsuko Imamura looked at Toru Ryukawa and sighed, and curled up the corners of her mouth. In fact, the old man's original words were, "Postmodern loneliness is different from traditional loneliness. "Norwegian Wood" can become a best-selling book, but it can't become an award-winning work of serious literature."

The old man recommends books with the intention of winning awards. Even the eldest daughter's book "A Pale View of Hills" only had a letter of recommendation for the Chiltenham Prize, which was a prerequisite for the Booker Prize.

"A little bit."

It is difficult for Eastern creators to win awards abroad, and the old man felt it was understandable that "Norwegian Wood" could not win the Booker Prize.

"The Booker Prize and the Kafka Prize are both equally important awards. The literary value of Kafka is higher than that of Norwegian Wood."

Walking down from Gold Mountain, the eldest lady glanced at Longchuan Che indifferently.

The literary quality of "Kafka" is slightly higher than that of "Norwegian Wood", but I don't know why Ryukawa Toru did not use this work to participate in the award.

"That's not what I was talking about."

Longchuan Che casually pulled some olive leaves from the roadside.

"'The best novel in English.'"

The best English novels are quite psychedelic, and Ryukawa Toru almost forgot that "Norwegian Wood" is a more commercial novel.

Global sales have exceeded 20 million copies. If it were a purely literary novel, it would be almost impossible to achieve this sales volume.

It has a certain literary quality, but the content focuses more on the emotions between men and women.

It cannot be said that this work is bad, but it is not very suitable for the Booker Prize.

"What should I do? What should I do? Missy, if she wins the Booker Prize, she won't take me back to the Kujo family to be a servant."

Longchuan Che's tone was a little tsk tsk, and the eldest lady glared at him and began to run along the mountain path.

The long sky is like a coastline, the sun overflows from the other side of the mountain and rushes from one end to the other.

The eldest lady's face was dyed yellow by the golden light of the sun.

"You'd better not let me go on purpose because you feel sorry for me."

Jogging towards the distant mountains that were out of reach, the eldest lady controlled her pace and talked to Longchuan Che.

They started exercising together, getting up early every day, but Longchuan Che seemed to run more easily than her.

I felt that the young lady was indeed suitable for running.

The other person has a slender figure and has no burden when running.

"You think I would behave like a gentleman?"

The work he entered for the Booker Prize was "Norwegian Wood", and the opportunity to compete with the eldest lady seemed to be interrupted because Patrick felt it was inappropriate.

“I just think Norwegian Wood fits the name of a good English novel.”

Norwegian Wood has a huge print run and is almost Haruki Murakami's best-selling work. "But Patrick is too strict."

There was almost no problem for "Norwegian Wood" to be included in the longlist, but the other party refused to recommend it on the grounds that it would not win an award.

Longchuan Che looked a little strange while running.

"He is indeed as rigorous as you said."

Longchuan Che sighed. The eldest lady had reminded him before he came.

"You better be."

The woman quickened her pace and looked a little annoyed.

"If you let me do this on purpose, I will definitely take you back to the basement of the Kujo family and make you a..."

Ding, ding, ding. What was going on? The other party was stuck. Longchuan Che turned his head and saw the eldest lady holding her stomach and gasping.

"You're an idiot."

Long Chuanche laughed out loud, this woman gave him a side stitch.

"You can tell what I'm thinking, why do you think I let you on purpose?"

Ryukawa Toru only submitted "Norwegian Wood" to participate in the award, and the other two books were arranged by Takeda Maki on her own initiative.

Maybe the young lady has some ideas about why you made such a mistake, but Longchuan Che really doesn't care about it.

There are other prizes besides the Booker Prize, and no one says he can’t participate in other prizes just because he was rejected.

"I can't guess what you're thinking most of the time."

The girl covered her stomach and looked at Longchuan Che.

"You stare at my breasts as soon as you see me..."

The eldest lady gritted her teeth.

"Did I eat your rice?!"

It seemed as if the accumulated dissatisfaction burst out a little in the early morning. Every time the girl saw Longchuan Che, he felt sorry for her breasts.

What about future children?
At this age, it seems that there is no possibility of growing up even if I try hard.

Ever since Longchuan Che felt that the girl was weird, he had these strange thoughts every time he saw her.

"Didn't you eat?"

The eldest lady was furious, and Longchuan Che pinched his chin and laughed at her.

What is "his mental certification"? As long as you stuff some weird things into her head, the young lady will be nothing but a small fry.

"Trash, trash, trash, you are the trash."

The other party was criticizing her in his mind again, and Natsuko Imamura kicked Ryukawa Toru and walked back.

You can’t run if you have a stitch in the side.

Ever since Ryuukawa Toru appeared, I seem to be unlucky all the time.

After her father fell from power, she was forced to get married by her grandfather.

"What are you doing?"

While the young lady was daydreaming, she found that her feet were off the ground.

There were white clouds floating in the blue sky of Provence, and Longchuan Che's chin was a little close to her.

“I was a little surprised that Norwegian Wood was not selected, but now I can show my gentlemanly manners.”

Being rejected for the Booker Prize was not what Ryukawa Tetsu wanted to see, but he didn't mind giving a little help to the young lady when she was in trouble.

"You can call me brother if you don't want to get engaged to me."

The eldest lady was bouncing around as if she had no weight.

"Don't you always yell?"

Longchuan Che's tone was somewhat calm.

"When I was little."

(End of this chapter)