Once again, Takeshita became the first Japanese writer and the first Asian writer to win the Man Booker International Literary Prize. Sakai Chie, who was standing next to his right hand, not only felt extremely proud of him, but also loved him more and more, after all, he belonged to a great writer who couldn't restrain himself and only loved him as talented. I regarded the applause and cheers given to Takeshita by everyone on and off the stage as a kind of advance congratulations to the two of them.

At this point, everyone forgot about the short "gag" of the Korean student who didn't know where to get the ticket and the fake out. Fans who used to love Takeshita's works have become more and more fond of them, and readers who have been wavered in the past have suddenly become firm as if they had been given a shot in the arm. They all firmly believe that this will not be the end of the idol, but a node of a phased victory step by step. As for the Nobel Prize in Literature, that's just around the corner.

Takeshita Kusaoke, who successfully concluded this speech, politely declined the luncheon specially arranged by Waseda University. Thinking about going home to rest, he really spent a lot of energy. Takeshita Kusaoke, who is full of contradictions and panic in his heart, feels that the increasing success of Goldfinger makes himself as rootless as duckweed floating on the river. For this reason, not only did he not bring himself any pleasure and sense of achievement, but he forced himself to study hard like a life talisman, and accelerated his pace to climb the original road of literary works.

The most strongly felt a kind of Takeshita grass mustard in a two-choice situation, either he was completely swallowed by the golden finger and reduced to a copyist who had no thoughts and could only copy and copy, or he defeated the golden finger and became a true writer with original and good works. He didn't want to be a puppet, so he wanted Goldfinger to serve him. Instead of becoming a slave to the golden finger yourself.

At the same time, enthusiastic readers will naturally not miss such a good opportunity to ask Takeshita for an autograph. So, many of them came prepared, and they rushed to take out his published books and pens and rush towards him like a tidal wave.

Chie Sakai, who had long been prescient. Arrange bodyguards to surround Takeshita and squeeze out of the exit of the auditorium. She didn't follow him closely, but stood on the stage and took in everything that happened. I can't help but sweat him in my heart, after all, they are too crazy, and they are completely caught in the fanatical worship of idols.

Takeshita Grass Mustard, who was finally squeezed out of the auditorium by a group of bodyguards, was soaked with sweat in the light-colored striped shirt that was attached to the flesh. He consumed a lot of physical strength and felt so tired, but the moment he got into the car was really comfortable. It is regarded as a zoo cage in which the animals are taking pictures, videos, and watching the grass mustard under the takeshita. My first instinct was to get out of here.

However, his car was not only surrounded by them, and it was particularly difficult to move, but he could clearly hear them either shouting their names or shouting the words "national writer" into the car...... In the end, I don't remember how he got home.

Sitting on the couch in his living room, he fell to the left, and he didn't want to move at all. His brain hasn't rested yet. It is inevitable that there is a definition between true literature lovers and fake literature lovers as between real fans and fake fans. In their own opinion, first. Love pure literature from the heart; Second, there should be a certain amount of relevant reading; Third, you must have a certain amount of life experience. These three are indispensable, otherwise it will be really difficult to read those immortal masterpieces of literature, art and ideology, with depth of connotation, and rather obscure.

"It's useless for you to say anything. Even if you beat me. I can't stop it, I want to follow my dad to London City Hall to witness my father's award ceremony. I've missed it so many times, and this time it's absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not going to miss it again. Miyuki Kitagawa, who was puffing up, walked out of the kitchen with her mother. On the other hand, he expressed his thoughts clearly.

"Miyuki, are you going to be naughty again and not listen to your mother? You're going to study, what are you going to London, England? When the time comes, it's not the same to sit at home and watch the live broadcast. Could it be that the person on the TV is not your father? "I already learned that Takeshita Kusashi is Kako Kitagawa, who won the Booker International Literary Award, and I really regret telling my daughter the good news.

"Can going to a live ceremony be the same as sitting in front of a TV?" Miyuki Kitagawa, who expressed her disagreement in the form of a rhetorical question, was not at all comfortable in the face of her mother, who was completely open-minded.

Kako Kitagawa, who began to roll up her sleeves, really didn't pretend to intimidate her daughter this time, but was really angry and ready to spank her little ass. Although I don't know exactly what the Booker International Literary Prize is and what its weight is, I can guess its importance from the various reports that have appeared on TV and on the Internet. There is a female gentleman's agreement with Sakai Chie, and she has to abide by foreign awards and be accompanied by the other party to Takeshita Kusaoke, while domestic awards are changed to have their own with him. The daughter's sudden intervention can only show that she intends to destroy the balance agreement that satisfies both parties, after all, Miyuki is the meat that fell from her body, and naturally represents her side.

"What are you arguing about? Let me be quiet for a while, okay? "I can't help but get upset, and I can't help but feel weak.

Miyuki Kitagawa, who heard her father's voice, seemed to have seen a life-saving grass. Suddenly, she started crying, and ran in the direction where the voice came. He knelt on the wooden floor, staring at his father with a pair of tearful eyes, and said with a small mouth: "Dad, you are reasonable, my mother is too unreasonable." She was so bossy that she decided not to let me accompany you to London, England to receive the award. No matter what, I'm going to go this time! ”

"Go, go, go, all go." I don't want to make my own family restless because of a small thing like a big fart.,I didn't even think about it and just agreed to it.。

"Thank you Dad. I knew you were the one who loved Miyuki the most. Miyuki Kitagawa, who burst into tears and laughed, shook her head with a demonstration and looked at her mother who was approaching. (To be continued.) )