On the day of the freshman admission interview, Yona Shinoda who participated in the assessment on the spot remembers Miyuki Kitagawa the most. After all, Miyuki Kitagawa has an Akutagawa Award pocket watch that no one else has, and she cleanly says the names and representative works of those great Irish writers.

When she walked out of the indoor basketball hall at a steady pace, her eyes couldn't help but notice the man with a beard on his face who was holding Miyuki Kitagawa's small hand. I don't dare to be 100% sure that this person is her idol, because most writers will put personal photos on the opening page of the book when they publish books, with a fear that readers will not know what the personal appearance looks like.

On the contrary, none of Takeshita's physical works of Kusashi appear in any of his photographs. All of this is his deliberate and deliberate request, after all, he knows best that his personal identity is not the original author of the novel, but a copyist with monopoly resources.

He deeply felt that he was very shameless in taking advantage of this innate advantage to earn a lot of money and fame, and he couldn't go any further shameless, completely shameless, and even unscrupulous and stubborn for himself, and those works had to be publicized everywhere. As a result, others are afraid that they will not be famous enough, and they are worried about not being recognized when they walk on the road, and he is afraid of being famous, so he is afraid of being recognized.

After so many years, Takeshita Kusa has only accepted an exclusive interview with Sakai Chie's best friend, a book signing, and a show of face at some literary awards at home and abroad. In addition, he has never taken the initiative to face the situation of the public and the media.

As a genuine and out-and-out female literary young woman in Japan, Yona Shinoda naturally does not want to miss an opportunity to have zero distance and face-to-face contact with the idol in her heart. So, she had this move. Knowing exactly that the other party is Mr. Takeshita Kusaoke, Shinoda Yona, instantly became like a little girl getting rewarded with a happy smile.。 Her hands shook up and down, and her left and right feet were hooked and jumped after the rotation, which inevitably attracted the attention of the school leaders.

The female principal of Waseda Elementary School, who was about to pass through this side, was at the forefront, and she was either followed by the provost and other school personnel, or some parents of the students. Stopping, she reminded solemnly, "Mr. Shinoda, don't forget that you are the teacher here." I hope you can have a good image of being a good teacher, and you can be more decent in your behavior. ”

"I'm sorry, Headmaster. I couldn't help but see my idol, Mr. Takeshita Kusaoke. In the future, I will definitely pay attention. "I apologized to Yona Shinoda for making a gaffe in front of the public.

"What do you say? This is the great writer who wrote "Rashomon", "Human Disqualification", "I Am a Cat" and other masterpieces? The headmistress, who thought she had misheard, suddenly focused her attention from her subordinate teacher on Takeshita Kusao's body, and confirmed with a smile.

"I really don't dare to be a big writer. Below is the grass mustard under the bamboo. "In my heart, I showed that there was a self-aware side of Takeshita Kusaoke, but I inadvertently gave them a kind of gentleness and humility of the best personality.

"Teacher Takeshita was able to take time out of his busy schedule to visit in person, which really made our school flourish." With a smile on his face, the provost, who took the initiative to take two steps forward, showed a high-level courtesy to him.

"I think this is the first time I've come to our school. How about I accompany you and show you around? "The headmistress, who also admires and loves some of Takeshita's novels, wants to talk to him about pure literature on the one hand, and on the other hand, she should show the identity of the master of the school.

Knowing that this was their courtesy to their own Takeshita Kusaoke, there was no reason to make a refusal, and accepted with a smile: "It's troublesome." As soon as the words fell, he took the initiative to spread his left hand towards his daughter Kitagawa Miyuki, intending to lead her to visit together. I gave one of my little hands to my father's big hand, Miyuki Kitagawa, and went with them very happily.

They walked on their front feet, and the people who stayed behind focused all their eyes on Kitagawa Kako. Ishikawa's mother couldn't believe for a moment that the woman next to her in ordinary clothes was actually the wife of the great writer Takeshita Kusaokei. At the beginning, except for feeling that the other party had a natural beauty that was difficult to give up and Qing Shui's appearance of hibiscus, he didn't see too many bright spots. In her opinion, there are not a few beautiful women in the cosmopolitan city of Tokyo, if not all over the streets, but even more beautiful women with empty skins and empty heads. But Ishikawa's mother, who didn't have any jealousy towards Kitagawa Kako, just made a normal first impression.

"It's amazing. I really didn't expect your husband to be the first Japanese writer to win the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award, and the first Asian to win the IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. Both husband and wife looked up to him. Speaking of which, we are really destined for you. My daughter Aki and your daughter Miyuki not only sat next to each other at the opening ceremony, but they also immediately met each other and became good friends. Matsui Aki's mother took her daughter's hand and took the initiative to squeeze to Kitagawa Kako's side, not just thinking about getting to know each other, but to strengthen a relationship.

Kako Kitagawa, who didn't attract much attention from her mothers at first, instantly turned into a fragrant dumpling. With her as the core, they gathered around from all directions, and these women immediately began to take the initiative to introduce themselves. Kitagawa Kako, who could only maintain a polite smile on her face, only felt that there was a "buzzing" sound like a mosquito vibrating its wings next to her ears, and she didn't remember who was who was this large pile of names at all. Not only that, but some men also came over and stuffed their business cards into their hands.

They kept talking about how they admired Takeshita Kusaoke-sensei, and they couldn't tell the difference between a real and fake Kitagawa Kako, and the first thing they thought of in their hearts was to escape. At this moment, I finally understood why some celebrities wanted to be famous when they sighed that they were not famous, and after they became famous, they lost their freedom, after all, they would be recognized no matter where they went, and then they would be surrounded by groups, as if they were animals living in cages in zoos.