The appearance of the dean of the Faculty of Letters at Osaka University interrupted Kazuhiko Inoue's "personal speech". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info didn't pretend to be invisible, and the reason why he took the initiative to come over was because he saw Miyuki Kitagawa and the great man sitting next to her. Although I don't know Takeshita Kusaoke, I desperately want to get to know each other.

"Hello Kitagawa-san. This gentleman next to you is our National University writer? The dean of the literature department, who chose to stand between their father and daughter, instead of Miyuki Kitagawa and Kazuhiko Inoue, asked politely and knowingly.

Looking up at Kitagawa Miyuki behind him, he got up a little slower than Kazuhiko Inoue, and had to make a formal introduction: "Hello, Mr. Dean." This one is my father, Takeshita Kusaoke. Dad, this is the dean of the Faculty of Letters at Osaka University. ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who didn't want to stand up at all, was full of more or less displeasure for his appearance. It is quite easy for a man like him to be middle-aged and socially experienced to be able to judge that the other party's greeting is not a simple greeting. There must be a lot of other impure things mixed in there.

The dean, who stepped forward, first took the initiative to lay a fountain pen in front of the table of Takeshita Kusake, and then stretched out his right hand to shake hands with him and said, "Sir, we are the pride of our Japanese Yamato nation. As the dean of the Faculty of Letters at Osaka University and a member of the National Association for the Promotion of Literature, I would like to express my heartfelt congratulations and best wishes to you. If you have extra time, please come to our school and meet with the teachers and students. ”

He shook hands with him, accepted his kind of high-level intellectual supreme courtesy, and although he still sat on the chair and did not get up, he accepted the fountain pen he gave him with a smile. A moment later, a gray-haired strange old man also appeared in his personal field of vision.

The old man made the same move, first placing one of his pens in front of Takeshita Kusaoke, and then shaking hands with the other party, while introducing himself: "I am the vice president of the National Association for the Promotion of Literature, and the branch president in charge of the Kansai region. Congratulations on winning the Nobel Prize in Literature for the second time. ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who politely said a "thank you", continued to sit on the chair and did not get up, not intentionally holding it up, but acting as it should be. After all, he had seen a number of older people walking towards him. He didn't ask, but he guessed that the members of their PEN club should happen to be meeting here.

Then, an old man wearing a pair of glasses appeared on the left side of Takeshita Kusaoke. In the same way, after putting down a fountain pen that he was carrying, he shook hands with the other party, introduced himself, and issued a related invitation: "Sir is not only the pride of my Yamato nation, but also the soul of Japan." Congratulations on winning the Nobel Prize in Literature for the second time. He is the president of University, the vice president of the Kansai PEN Club, and a member of the National PEN Club. I hope you can also come to our school to give a lecture at your convenience. ”

Takeshita Kusaoke, who maintained a polite smile on his face, neither nodded in agreement nor shook his head in refusal. I'm completely noncommittal. It's not that he doesn't know that on such an occasion, individuals still have to take care of all aspects of their faces. If you agree to one family, you have to agree to everyone else.

Otherwise, they are really offending people and not treating them equally. Even if he doesn't care about this at all, he can't make others think that he is too arrogant. What's more, the indescribable thorn in his heart is still there, after all, it is not his original work that won the Nobel Prize in Literature.

"Takeshita-kun, good evening. I am the president of Kansai University, a member of the Japan PEN Club, and the vice president of the Kansai Chapter. Congratulations on winning the Nobel Prize in Literature for the second time. You are the one who has made the world aware of the charm of our Japanese literature. I would also like to take advantage of this opportunity to invite you to visit our school. The man with a fat head and big ears also put the pen he was carrying on the table first, and then shook hands with Takeshita Kusaoke, and sent out an invitation on behalf of the school.

Miyuki Kitagawa, who was standing next to her to watch the ceremony, suddenly had a smile on her face that was both very happy and very proud. This feeling made her instantly recall the glory and brilliance of the sharing she had with her father at the City Hall in London, England, to accept the Booker International Prize for Literature.

And watching them put their pens in front of Takeshita Kusaoji one by one, and listening to them report their titles one by one, Kazuhiko Inoue, his first reaction was that the students came here for dinner after the meeting. Otherwise, how could the presidents of well-known universities and universities in Osaka Prefecture come together like this? Even the president of the famous Osaka University did not come in person, but sent the dean of the Faculty of Letters to represent him, after all, the principle of reciprocity was achieved.

Kazuhiko Inoue, who was pessimistic in his heart, finally understood the true connotation of the Japanese drama called "White Tower" that he had watched. Even a man with such a real talent as the male protagonist, in order to be able to select the title of professor, he has to rely on his adoptive father to help him constantly carry out various secret operations on the one hand, pull relationships, find contacts, and on the other hand, he has to make a lot of money. For this reason, I feel that "a noble son from a poor family" is a big joke. A child like an individual who was born in a poor family, even if he attends a prestigious school, I am afraid that the exchange for a lifetime of struggle is only to be able to reach the middle class.

"Hello, Takeshita-kun. I am the president of Kansai University of Foreign Chinese and one of the members of PEN Nationwide. Congratulations on winning your second Nobel Prize in Literature. You are the first Japanese and the first Asian to be able to receive such a supreme honor. Here, I earnestly hope that you will win the third Nobel Prize in Literature and become an immortal myth and legend of our Yamato nation. A man with sparse hair, who was the opposite of Takeshita's age, but who didn't look like the other party at all, was only about thirty years old, and after bowing slightly, he also put his pen in the pile of pens on the table, and then shook hands with such a wonderful man. (To be continued.) )