Chapter 162 Do you also want to be a master?
Mid April.
The voices about Toru Ryukawa's lack of self-awareness and the loss of credibility in this issue of the Group Portrait Awards suddenly died down.
In the Japanese literary world, haiku, which uses "life sketching" as its creative form, has attracted most people's attention.
"Good morning, Ryukawa-san."
As Kagurazaka headed towards Waseda Avenue, Ryukawa Toru yawned lazily and met the eldest daughter of the Kujo family at the door of Hanzomon's apartment.
The girl was wearing light blue jeans, with slender and straight legs. The early spring light fell on her hair that was like a 0.5mm pencil, making the already beautiful skin seem to have a layer of light attached to it.
"Morning."
Ryukawa Che touched his white collar.
The two were close to each other and in the same school, so they often bumped into each other on the road.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Seeing Toru Ryukawa yawning every day, Miss Imamura asked curiously.
The few times she met Ryukawa Tetsu, he seemed lazy and hadn't slept well, and she didn't know why he was there.
The April wind made people feel warm, and pink and white cherry blossoms bloomed on the roadside. Ryukawa Toru rubbed his eyes and said:
"Exercise."
"Exercise?"
"100 push-ups, 200 sit-ups, I feel like I am getting stronger and stronger."
"Oh~ boys seem to have this stage."
"Do we all have this stage?"
Ryukawa Tetsu was stunned. Is there a stage where everyone has to exercise in order to deal with an increasingly cumbersome wife?
Ryukawa Toru felt that his functions were normal, but after staying up all night on the 3rd, he still felt that the stronger the body, the better.
So he bought a fitness guide and followed the instructions above to do 5 sets of push-ups and 10 sets of sit-ups a night.
Of course it's just the most basic kind, like diamond push-ups, core training methods Ryukawa Toru is not very good at yet.
"Yes, boys all have a stage where they suddenly care about their muscles, but it is difficult to maintain this period of time, usually not more than a month."
The eldest lady's words let Ryukawa Tetsu know that she didn't understand anything at all.
"Ah, yes, yes, I suddenly started to care about my external image."
The two of them walked and chatted, and when they reached the Literature Department building, it was written on the window at the door.
——
The grass sprouts again, and the sky and the earth are about to become green.
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The Waseda Literature Department and the Japan Haiku Association launched a spring haiku poetry competition. The winners will receive credit awards and will be judged by their instructors.
"There are only credits and tutor evaluations, not even bonuses. College students are really easy to cheat."
There is a dense collection of poems written under the window notice. If students like it, they can go to the literary club to register to vote.
Looking at the organizer Ryukawa Tetsu who was unwilling to take a dime, he complained.
"The Haiku Poetry Association is not a big association after all. Our school was able to organize it because of the leadership of Teacher Akechi Susumu."
The girl stood in front of the display window holding a book on the history of Eastern literature, and glanced at Ryukawa Toru out of the corner of her eye.
Because of the owner of the Dassai House, the Haiku Association organized large and small haiku movements. Many people were curious about who the owner of the Dassai House was, but the eldest lady knew that this "Xie Xue Zigui" took classes with her every day.
At the age of 36, he created a new form of haiku called "life sketching" because of his passion for poetry, but he seems very mysterious because he never accepts interviews from the media.
Many people speculate from his poems that he is a seriously ill poet because...
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The new calendar——/May, will be/my death day
(The first month of May is the middle of the month and the day has passed)——
Hackberry fruits are scattered everywhere.../The children next door have/stopped coming to me recently
(榎の真 scatterるthis is this うとし neighbor no child)
The small poems and essays arouse endless reverie. I have to say that this is the charm of the "short novel".
"That's right,"
After standing together in front of the display window for a while, the eldest lady looked at Tatsukawa Toru.
"Today the shortlisting process for the group portrait award begins. Do you want to go to Kodan Club together after school?"
The Group Portrait Award is not like the Akutagawa Award. The judges selected from last year's outstanding works, selected a dozen or twenty shortlisted works, and then closed the selection process.
The Group Portrait Literary Award lasts for two months. The judges, like editors, accept submissions from all over the country, select 50 shortlisted works, and then conduct a week-long closed discussion to select the winning works.
Winners can make their debut with the literary award and gain huge exposure. If it is well organized, it is a literary event that is beneficial to both the organizer and the author.
"Today?"
Longchuan Che touched his chin. He almost forgot that the little flat-chested boy was also a judge this time, but...
"Why are you all scolding me? No one is scolding you?"
Long Chuanche was shocked. Some time ago, people were overwhelmingly criticizing him as a young boy who was not worthy of being a judge of the literary award, but he didn't hear any comments about the eldest lady.
Just because she's beautiful? Or is it because she is the eldest daughter of the Kujo family?
Long Chuan was trembling with anger.
"Maybe it's because I didn't publicize that I was a judge before the selection started."
The girl's book fits the curve of the chest very well.
"Your quota was given by the Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology, so you can't hide it, but mine is from the Writers Association where my grandfather left. What's so strange about such a simple thing?"
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Although she said there was nothing surprising, the girl's mouth showed a gloating expression. The discussion about Ryukawa Toru in the newspaper some time ago was very unpleasant.
"It's a matter of time for you too."
Ryukawa Toru shrugged. An early announcement or a late announcement was nothing more than the difference between being scolded sooner or later. He could now solve the problem perfectly. He just didn't know if Miss Kujo would jump after being scolded as "a yellow-haired girl without self-awareness."
"Won't give them that chance."
The girl flipped her hair arrogantly, and Ryukawa Toru didn't know where she got her confidence.
Flat chested?
It's really funny.
Ryukawa Che didn't notice that the eldest lady who was about to leave paused when he thought so.
The girl narrowed her eyes and turned to look at this guy who was always thinking about disrespectful things.
"Ara~ Let's make a bet, Ryukawa-san."
If there was a mirror, Toru Ryukawa would definitely be able to find that the smile on the girl's face was the same as when he cheated his wife.
But people tend to observe others more and rarely observe themselves.
"What bet?"
Ryukawa Che yawned lazily.
"Just bet that if my identity as a judge is revealed, not only will people not scold me, but they will also praise me."
"I don't scold you but still praise you?"
Ryukawa Toru showed a mocking smile like a villain in a movie.
Not to mention the eldest daughter of the Kujo family, both the emperor and the prime minister were scolded.
Now is the information society, and the old method of covering one’s mouth simply doesn’t work.
The two of them are both young and inexperienced, and they have a strong sense of seniority.
"What to bet on?"
Ryukawa Toru was still a little wary. If the girl said anything about gambling, calligraphy and painting, he would turn away.
"Just bet..."
The eldest lady walked around Longchuan.
"How about a title?"
call?
Long Chuanche was stunned, this bet seemed familiar.
(End of chapter)