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

Chapter 342: Luckily for Longchuan 3
"Do you think the teacher will see you?"

Taro Ono made rude remarks at the gate of a school campus, and Muroyasu looked disdainful.

They were in the faculty building of the University of Tokyo, where some professors with special status lived.

The University of Tokyo is a national university in Japan. Many of its people are leaders in their respective industries. It is impossible for Taro Ono and others to be allowed to enter at will.

"Isn't it you?"

Taro Ono gave Muroan an evil smile and walked to the registration desk.

"Please inform Mr. Gong Cheng that his student An Nei is here to visit."

Muroyasu stared in amazement as he watched the security guard go to call the teacher, and looked at Ono Taro, saying "you you you", unable to say a word.

He didn't expect his competitor to be so shameless.

"Why do you think I brought you here?"

Ono Taro straightened his clothes. If Monk Hongping wasn't usually easy to meet, he wouldn't have asked him to meet.

"You are shameless, you."

Muroan was very upset, but he didn't say anything. He also wanted to see why the other party went to such great lengths to meet his teacher.

Going up the stairs, the teachers' building has six floors in total.

"Don't offend the teacher later."

Walking to the door of a room on the third floor, Muroan looked at Ono nervously.

Normally, it would be fine if the two of them just said something, but if you couldn't control your mouth in front of Hongping, you would get into big trouble.

"What's wrong with your mother-in-law?"

Taro Ono was a little impatient as he was still being told one thing after another even when they were already at the door.

If he offended Hongping, he might not be able to make a living as a writer anymore. He frowned and knocked on the door.

The door creaked open; the other party hadn't locked it.

After saying sorry for disturbing you, Ono looked inside.

The other party has the identity of the abbot of Xiuchan Temple, but the room is very ordinary.

Ordinary decoration, civilian furniture.

There is a yellowed old photo on the TV cabinet.

Monk Hongping was wearing simple clothes and reading a book on the platform like an ordinary old man. He was stunned when he saw that the person who came in was Ono.

"sit down."

After glancing at his student Hongping, who had no intention of blaming him for his sudden visit, he pointed to the coffee table in the living room and spoke softly.

Japanese monks can get married and have children, but Hongping is the only one here.

Ono said excuse me again and sat down on the sofa with the other two.

Monk Hongping went to get some tea. Ono Taro did not have the arrogant attitude he had just had. He sat obediently on the sofa with his back straight.

"Weren't you quite crazy just now? Why are you so weak now?" Ono became obedient and Muroan laughed at him.

There are few people who are not afraid of Hongping. He didn't even know how the other party dared to stand at the door just now.

For thirty years ordinary people are like cattle and horses, and for sixty years Buddhas are like dragons and elephants.

That ordinary-looking monk worked diligently for decades when he was young, and it is no exaggeration to say that he has gained great prestige in the literary world now.

"Better than you."

Taro Ono glanced inside Muroyasu, while Hirohei went to get some tea leaves. The editor-in-chief of Shinchosha was boiling water to wash cups, looking as servile and sycophantic as those officials from the Ministry of Education who met with high-ranking officials.

"I call this respecting teachers!"

The man sneered and put the other person's cup on the table after washing it.

The cups are of different sizes and not even in sets, which shows that there aren't many customers coming here on a regular basis.

"This is Mr. Gong Cheng's family, right?"

While the two were bickering, Saito from Kodansha turned his attention to the tabletop on the TV cabinet.

There was a small vase containing goldenrod, and the photo above was of a family of four, three adults and one child.

"correct."

The kettle was bubbling with bubbles, and Hongping, who had gone to the inner room, had not returned yet.

Muroan nodded and said casually.

"The teacher's parents and his brother."

This old man in the literary world was not a monk from the beginning. He was born in the 1930s and 1940s, in militaristic Japan.

Being born in that era with no trace of other people in the family means a lot.

"Show some respect to your teacher, you bastard."

He poured a glass of boiled water for Ono Taro without waiting for Hirohei to come back with the tea leaves.

Ono Taro's eyelids twitched but he didn't say anything.

"Sorry, this is all I have."

The old man stayed in the inner room for a while before coming out, with a very ordinary kind of tea in his hand.

He had a calm aura, like an ordinary elderly man; only the scar on his head showed that he was somewhat extraordinary.

"It's okay, it's okay. We just love to drink this."

Muroyasu, who was born into a wealthy family, took the tea leaves happily like a puppy, and then made a cup for himself and Saito.

"Why not give it to Ono?"

"He doesn't like to drink."

Feeling excluded, Ono Taro picked up the boiled water and took a sip.

"What are you busy with recently, teacher?"

When Hirohei came back, before Ono could even say anything, Muroyasu started asking about his recent situation.

Apart from his literary identity, Hongping is just an ordinary old man who has been lonely for decades and only the students he once taught are close to him.

Akechi Susumu is in Waseda and Kaga Yufu is in Kanagawa.

The private life of this literary figure seems a bit lonely.

"Todai has a research trip and asked me to help them contact foreign literary activities."

The University of Tokyo is a famous university in Japan's capital, and it holds study and research activities similar to Princeton every summer.

Taro Ono thought about it and if he remembered correctly, some first-year students were arranged to go out.

"Where to? Europe or North America?"

There are only a few countries with rich literary heritage in the world, Monk Hongping said after thinking for a while.

"In Europe."

The old monk didn't say much about which Europe it was. He looked at Taro Ono who was sitting there.

"Are you here for your teacher? Or are you here on your own?"

Monk Hongping knew Ono Taro, or rather, he knew his nominal teacher.

Kujo Fujitaka was the behind-the-scenes figure of many political parties. Monk Hongping advocated the use of literature to counter the government and had dealt with the other side several times.

"I came by myself."

Ono Taro took a deep breath and felt the oppression only when he was sitting in front of the other person.

The other party's school of thought almost firmly controls the entire Japan, and now he would never dare to call the other party a bitch to her face even if he were beaten to death.

Young people still have guts.

Thinking of how Ryukawa Tetsu pointed at the other person's nose and cursed him in Shuzenji, Ono Taro's mouth twitched, and he could only sigh that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger.

Hearing the other party's words, Hongping nodded.

He was not too closely involved with Kujo Fujitaka, and knew that the other party must have come for other reasons.

"That's Longchuan Tetsu's business."

The old man picked up the green tea and took a sip. He sat on the chair opposite like an ordinary idle old man.

No matter how ordinary the other party's performance is, he is still the old man who can make the Japanese literary world tremble with just a stomp of his feet.

Ono Taro looked at the scar on the other person's head and took a deep breath.

"I want to ask you to do something."

"what's up?"

Taro Ono looked into the other person's old and majestic eyes, clenched his fists and then lowered them.

"Please."

Ono took another deep breath.

"Admit defeat to Longchuan Jun."

(End of this chapter)