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

Chapter 62: A decision that will make you regret for the rest of your life
The opening and closing size of the oral cavity is 3.7-4.5cm, the depth is 4 to 6.5cm, the distance from the lips to the throat is 92cm, and the volume capacity can reach ml.

The knowledge that Longchuan Che had explained to his wife was reviewed again. Longchuan Che's hand paused, then he turned to look at his wife.

"You know what you're talking about, right?"

The cool wind blew across the extinguished candlesticks, and the winter rain wet the corner near the window.

Longchuan Che looked at the woman beside him with a teasing look.

In order to make it easier to talk to herself, she sat sideways on the ground.

The half-side figure looks like a mermaid, with white and smooth hair crossed and huddled together.

Longchuan Che saw the other person's body flushed with embarrassment, and also saw the splashes of water under the windowsill in the distance spreading towards the two of them little by little.

"I know, I know, as long as you return my fan to me."

Mrs. Takeda's eyes were a little evasive, and Ryukawa Toru saw her swallow lightly and felt that she was a little nervous.

"Are you made of gold?"

Longchuan Che sneered.

I won’t talk about how much the Sun and Moon Fan, which can be used to pay off debts, could be sold for, but it would definitely be enough to pay off all the money the woman has spent over the years.

How much money is that? Eight or nine million yen. An ordinary person would have to work for five or six years without eating or drinking to earn that much.

"you!"

I have already been so humble and agreed to the other party's initial request.

But the other party disagreed and humiliated me.

"I've never done anything like this before."

The woman's face turned frighteningly red, and she lowered her head to look at the gray-black wooden board.

She felt like she was going a little crazy.

Not only did he not rush up to fight the other party, he was also trying to bargain.

Why exactly is this happening?

Was it because he had already touched me thoroughly during this period of time, or...
Mrs. Takeda clutched the hem of her skirt, feeling a warm current rolling in her lower abdomen, while she spoke desperately in her heart.

I am just a woman, I have no way to deal with this situation, if the other party wants it, I will give it to him, no big deal
The winter rain will melt into crystal clear ice in the early morning of the next day.

While Mrs. Takeda was overwhelmed with emotions, someone far away in Tokyo was also thinking about her.

'What's the differenceきえてゆく，君きみがあんまりすてきだから，ただすなおにすきと语いえないで.'(I don’t know where to start, it appears and disappears. You are so beautiful that I can’t fall in love with you directly.)
There are some unpleasant drake voices, howling in the karaoke bar.

Tanaka Koizumi, who suffered a great blow in the Longchuan family some time ago, hugged an embarrassed woman and sang a love song very sadly.

The noble face of Takako Takeda kept surging in Teacher Tanaka's mind. At the end of the song, the man reluctantly touched the thigh of the woman next to him.

"Ms. Takeda, Ms. Takeda, why did you reject me?"

Tanaka Koizumi looked very sad. Yoshimura, who came to Tokyo with him, tried to hold back his laughter and patted his colleague on the shoulder.

"Okay, Tanaka."

Yoshimura put his arm around the other person's shoulders and shook him, then pointed to the two ladies who were accompanying them.

"Both ladies are watching here, don't be so dejected."

The two were currently in a private club in Ginza, Tokyo.

The woman in kimono next to the two men is the hostess.

Life in Tokyo is glamorous and extravagant. Yoshimura, who was invited by the other party as a guest, was amazed at his colleague's financial resources and didn't understand why he was always thinking about Miss Takeda.

Picking up the orange-yellow wine in front of him and pouring it into his mouth, Tanaka Koizumi felt his mouth full of bitterness.

"You know what? Some people are out of reach just by standing there."

Tanaka Koizumi shook his shoulders to shake the other person's hand away, and sighed again when he thought of the face that was almost identical to the boss of his own publishing house.

"You bastard."

Yoshimura smacked his lips. The other party had been pursuing Mrs. Takeda madly since he first met her, and now he looked like he was about to be heartbroken.

"Your friends aren't coming yet?"

Yoshimura picked up the poured wine and took a sip, his eyes constantly glancing at the woman in kimono beside him.

Although she was doing a somewhat customary job as a hostess, she had a dignified temperament and a good figure.

Every move made Yoshimura from Yamanashi drool, and even last month's salary was spent without him realizing it. Ginza is the place where the most high-end clubs in Tokyo are concentrated.

There are beautiful girls and dignified mamas here.

They welcome and see off guests who come for fun. For example, Yoshimura and Tanaka who came today, they have received so many of them.

"Would you like a hot towel, sir?"

The woman next to Tanaka dodged the grumbling hands without leaving a trace, and at the same time smiled at Tanaka Koizumi who was already a little tipsy.

"Friends? Come on, these people pay them but they still don't respond."

The warm feeling on his hands disappeared, and Tanaka Koizumi smacked his lips regretfully. In such a high-end club, even if the women were not happy, the customers could not force them.

While the two teachers were toasting each other, the tightly closed door was pushed open again.

Several men in kimonos walked in, which made the eyes of the woman who was originally with Tanaka and the other man light up.

"Mr. Matsuo, Mr. Sakata, it turns out that you are the guest that Mr. Tanaka invited."

When the guests arrived, before Tanaka Koizumi could say hello, two women in kimonos next to them came to greet them first.

The two women showed smiles that were more sincere than before, and Yoshimura Shunichi curled his lips and turned to Tanaka Koizumi.

"Who are these people?"

The two of them came here, and although they were well treated, they didn't get any discount. Now, as soon as these people came in, these two women with outstanding temperament came up to them.

Tanaka Koizumi seemed to be used to this kind of thing. He straightened his suit and walked over calmly.

"Come with me, writer."

They are all writers but their treatment is very different.

Yoshimura looked at his colleague smiling apologetically and felt a little confused.

"Mr. Matsuo, what do you think of the manuscript I submitted to Shincho 45, editor-in-chief Amuro?"

"Tanaka, you are a famous writer in horror novels. Why do you always try to squeeze in with us?"

“Pure literature and popular literature are always different.”

Listening to the conversation over there, Yoshimura knew what was going on.

In Japan, the status of creators of pure literature and creators of popular literature is very different.

Writers of pure literature are called "national teachers", and the portraits of several well-known literary masters are even printed on banknotes.

It can influence society and criticize the government. When society is in a depressed state, the Ministry of Education also requires certain people to come out and comfort the people.

At this time, Tanaka Koizumi, who was already a successful person in his own eyes, stood beside those people like a minion.

Suddenly, Yoshimura heard a familiar place name from their mouths.

"Who do you think is that young man that Editor Ono was talking about?"

"I heard it was someone from Yamanashi. The community is buzzing today."

"A pure blank-paper writer stuffed into the first page of the first edition of Shincho, either I am crazy or Mr. Ono is crazy."

"A new atmosphere and a new pattern. With Editor Ono as a guarantor, the other party has been very happy in the past six months."

Yoshimura swallowed and pulled Tanaka Koizumi, who was still smiling apologetically, back.

"Tanaka, that's what they're talking about."

"Hmm." There was a high probability that his manuscript would fail again, and Tanaka Koizumi frowned impatiently.

"That high school student."

Tanaka Koizumi clenched his fists and felt that the editors were blind as he realized that a student had already taken the lead in entering the literary world where he had no way to rise or fall.

"Tanaka, I remember you"

Yoshimura Shunichi listened to the group of noble literati discussing the upcoming "Snow Country".

Regardless, that article has already begun to have an impact on the literary world.

"I remember you've read that manuscript."

Yoshimura Shunichi held Tanaka Koizumi's hand, his eyes shining brightly, which was a little scary.

(End of this chapter)