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Inside Hoshinosha, the wall-mounted TV purchased when the candidate for the Classical Art and Literature Award was announced was turned on, and the live broadcast of the awards ceremony was broadcast on the TV.And in front of the TV, there is a group of non-human teachers of different sizes and fur colors sitting around.

Sitting at the front are Dazai Inu and Chuya Inu who won this time.Dazai Osamu was still calm, Chuya Inu stretched its neck long ago, and its tail slapped the floor anxiously.

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On the night of the awarding day of the Classical Art and Literature Awards, at 35:[-].

Hualichun followed the staff out of the lounge, walked through the corridor, and walked to the hotel parlor where the awards ceremony was held.

The moment he entered the living room through the side door, countless media cameras flickered white light frantically.At that moment, the writers who walked into the living room narrowed their eyes.

However, soon, the whispers of the reporters came over.

"Why is it a girl?"

"Is she Osamu Dazai or Chuya Nakahara?"

"Neither. Those two are men's names."

"Is there something wrong? What we want to shoot is Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya!"

"..."

The voices of the reporters came clearly into the eyes of the writers.Even the writers who entered the venue together couldn't help turning their eyes to Hualichun.

The girl was wearing glasses and a mask, apparently not intending to show her face.It is precisely because of this that no one can see Hualichun's expression.

The presenter is the president of the Writers Guild.With a smile on his face, he handed the certificates to the award-winning writers one by one.

Finally, all the other awards were given out, leaving only the best award and the highest award in the poetry department.

"The best award goes to Osamu Dazai's "Setting Sun"; the best poetry award goes to Chuya Nakahara's "Song of Sheep", and the highest award goes to Osamu Dazai's "Sunset Sun" and Chuya Nakahara's "Song of Sheep".

The president of the Writers Association said into the microphone: "Unfortunately, Mr. Dazai Osamu and Mr. Nakahara Chuya could not be present due to personal circumstances. Therefore, the award will be received by the editor of the two teachers, Ms. Huali. Next, Ms. Huali will be invited."

Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuya's editors are actually the same person...and even though they cover their faces, they look so young?

After a brief silence, the flashes flickered again.

In the bright white light, Hualichun received the certificate from the president of the Writers Association, and then stood in front of the golden screen.

"Mr. Osamu Dazai and Mr. Chuya Nakahara were unable to attend the award ceremony for some reason, so I will accept the award on their behalf." She said, "With thanks to the Judging Committee of the Classical Art and Literature Award, all writers, artists, and readers, Dazai The teacher and Mr. Zhongyuan have prepared the following acceptance speeches, and I will deliver the speech on behalf of the two teachers..."

Under the flashlight, Hualichun read the testimonials prepared by Dazai Inu and Chuya Inu word by word.However, the media reporters were filming and whispering.

And this scene was also broadcast live on TV.

"What's the matter with these guys?"

In the rest area on the first floor of the Tokyo High School Dormitory, students such as Gojo Satoru, Xia Youjie, Jiarui Glass, and Nanami Jianren all gathered together to watch the live broadcast of the awards ceremony on TV.Even Night Moth Zhengdao is no exception.

Gojo Satoru frowned and watched the scene on TV: "These reporters are only thinking about how to write news, and they are not listening to her carefully at all, are they?"

"And that was clearly a thank-you speech written by the author who won the highest award," Jianren Nanami said, "Even if it's just a thank-you speech, it's well written."

Rarely, Night Moth Zhengdao also reached an agreement with his number one white-haired problem student: "What a waste."

At the end of the sofa, Xia Youjie was leaning on the armrest and watching the live broadcast on TV, his eyebrows never stretched.

On the other side, Hualichun's reading continued.The content written by Dazai Inu and Chuya Inu is not long, and she finished reading it soon.

"Then it's time for questions." The host announced, "If you media reporters have any questions about the award-winning teachers, you can ask them now."

Immediately a reporter stood up: "I want to ask Miss Huali a question."

The reporter asked: "May I ask what kind of people Dazai-sensei and Nakahara-sensei are?"

"I'm very sorry, the two teachers have no intention of appearing in public at present, so I can't disclose it." Hualichun replied.

"Then please take off your mask and glasses too. Why do you cover your face?" Another reporter shouted, "Since the two teachers didn't come, at least let us take a face shot! We also want to know What are the editors of the two great writers like?"

"Sorry, that doesn't work either."

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, what else can I say?"

"Then at least say something!"

Amidst the voices of the reporters, Hualichun stood up.

The girl seemed to take a deep breath.She raised the microphone to her mouth.

"All I can say is the next few words. This is what the award-winning teacher meant."

The noisy voice quickly disappeared.As if having a premonition, countless shots were aimed at Hualichun.

"This award is not the end, but the beginning. Writers across the country, please take the following sentence as a challenge to you from the writers of Hoshinosha."

Hualichun stared directly at the camera, and said in a deep voice: "You guys, please wait and see. The new era will be created by us. If you feel unwilling, try to use your talents and works to grab it!"

At that moment, not only the award-winning writers sitting on the stage looked sideways, but the reporters seemed to have forgotten to shoot because of shock.But in the next second, the flash flickered more crazily than ever, making it almost impossible to see the scene on the stage.

In the lounge, the winners of other departments who were waiting to receive their awards suddenly started whispering.

"What, what's the matter with this man?"

"Is this girl planning to challenge the literary and artistic creators all over the country? Such courage."

"Damn it, it's not just the editor who accepted the award on behalf of the two monster writers who wrote "Sunset" and "Song of the Sheep", but also said something like this... You must know that the awards in the comics department and the music department are all in the literary department. After the department, who will pay attention to us in this way!"

After receiving the award and completing the questioning session, the young writer of the Baiquan Society Newcomer Award who returned to the lounge looked up at the live broadcast screen: "It's really incredible...but I'm on fire."

"After listening to such words, it seems that more powerful works can also be challenged." He said, his eyes seemed to be burning.

The editor of "Literary Times" Naganoguchi Satoshi didn't speak, but just looked at the screen thoughtfully, and he didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression was a little complicated.And Chieko Aoyama stared blankly at Hualijun's face on the screen, opened her mouth, and was speechless.

Why did she say that?Is it a smug declaration, or is it a challenge to stimulate the entire literary world to keep up with those monster writers...?

But Chieko Aoyama understood that no matter what it was for, the words Hualichun said dropped a heavy bomb in the literary world.

Inside Hoshinosha.

"Wow, woof!" Chuya Inu jumped up excitedly.The small dog ran all the way and began to flash around the room, "Wow woof! woof woof woof!"

The dog heads involuntarily followed the Zhongye dogs running around, turning left and right in unison: "..."

In the college dormitory.

"That's amazing, this child..." An Geji stared blankly at the screen, then turned to Gojo Satoru, "Do you really know her?"

"Of course!" Gojo Gojo crossed his arms proudly, "Without me, she wouldn't be where she is now!"

"No," An Geji frowned, "No matter how you think about it, it's impossible for such a person to get along with someone like you, right?"

As soon as the words fell, Jianren Qihai immediately agreed: "Although it is a bit impolite, I also feel the same way."

"Me too!" Hui Yuanxiong hurriedly followed.

Even Mingming nodded in agreement, Ye Mo Zhengdao also cast a questioning look at Wujo Wu.

"What's the matter with you!" Gojo Wujo slapped the table and stood up, "Speaking of Jie, Nitro, you can help me say something!"

And at the same time.

In a small apartment in Tokyo, in a dark room with no lights on, only the TV screen emits light.

What was frozen on the screen was Hualichun's face under the lens of the media.And the light from the screen faintly illuminated the scar on the man's lips in front of the TV.

Zenyuan Shier raised his hand, rubbed his index finger against the corner of his mouth, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "..."

……

On the night of the Classical Art and Literature Awards, at [-]:[-].

All awards and media questions in the literature department are over.Next, the awards ceremony for the manga division.

The award-winning writers all returned to the lounge one after another, waiting for the reception after the ceremony.And Chieko Aoyama couldn't help looking at the door of the lounge, waiting for Hualichun to come back.

She has something to know.

However, after everyone else returned to the lounge one after another, Hualichun's figure never appeared.

"Excuse me," Chieko Aoyama found a staff member, "Miss Huali from Hoshino Club hasn't returned yet?"

"Ah... I'm sorry, Miss Huali, she left after finishing the questioning session. She will not attend the reception later."

After hearing what the staff said, Chieko Aoyama couldn't help being stunned: "...Huh?"

***

On the evening of the award day of the Classical Art and Literature Awards, at [-]:[-].

Hualichun had already left the hotel and was walking on the street outside.

Whether it's the long black hair on her head, the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the mask she wears on her face, they are all disguises she made to hide her appearance.It's not just the dog writers who need to protect their privacy, but herself.

If the bookstore clerks knew it, there would be no problem, but the national TV broadcast was another matter.Considering that she should not be discovered by the members of the Chanyuan family as much as possible about her relationship with them, and that she did not want to cause unnecessary trouble to the students and teachers of the Wisteria Academy who are currently studying by exposing her identity as a student, Hualichun did not He intends to let his appearance appear publicly on the TV screens of the national audience.

However, not long after walking out of the hotel, Hualichun noticed a figure more than 20 meters behind him.

——It was the reporter and cameraman who noticed her whereabouts.They followed her secretly, keeping a distance to prevent her from finding out.

"Sure enough, she left after the ceremony in the literature department."

Bentham, the reporter at the front, was sweating, but his expression was full of excitement: "If you follow this guy all the way, you can find the exact address of Hoshinosha, right? If you stay there next, you will most likely be able to photograph Dazai Zhihe Nakahara Chuya's face..."

"Mr. Yoshikawa, is this really all right?" The cameraman at the side asked in a low voice, "Wouldn't it violate the privacy of the masked writers if they revealed their faces..."

"Who told them that they not only defeated Kaya Koyama as a rookie, won the highest award, but also challenged the entire Japanese literary world." Yoshikawa took a rough breath, "When they do this, they should You have the awareness to expose your privacy to the public eye."

"Ah," the photographer said suddenly, "she's on the bridge!"

What appeared in front of it was a [-]-meter-long overpass, with dense trees growing on both sides of the overpass, almost covering half of the bridge.At this moment, the figure of Hualichun has come to the bridge.

"Hurry up and follow!" Yoshikawa shouted quickly, "Don't let her out of sight!"

The two hurriedly caught up with the sky bridge, and continued to follow behind the girl.

And just when the two groups of people came to the middle of the empty overpass, Hualichun stopped suddenly.

"What's going on?" Yoshikawa quickly stopped.

At this moment, he saw the girl in front of him turn around and glanced at them.But now they had reached the bridge, and there was nowhere to hide from either side.

...Have they been discovered long ago?That's why this girl deliberately took the remote overpass to lure them out?

Seeing this, Yoshikawa simply stopped hiding, but stepped forward a few steps, and then winked at the cameraman.

The cameraman nodded knowingly, and after taking a few steps around, he suddenly ran quickly, and ran to the other side of Hualichun in one breath, blocking her way down the bridge from the opposite direction.

"Miss Huali, I'm Masaru Yoshikawa, a reporter from "Popular Anecdote", and I want to follow up on your work during this period."

"No, I'm sorry." Hualichun replied, "I don't accept any follow-ups or interviews. Please come back."

However, Yoshikawa ignored her words and continued, "Are you going home now or going to Hoshinosha? It's not too late now, can you call Dazai-sensei and Nakahara-sensei out for our interview?"

"The two teachers also refused to accept interviews."

"Haha, don't be so stingy."

Yoshikawa was too lazy to practice Tai Chi, he smiled: "Miss Huali, let's talk to you straight. Whether you agree or not, we will definitely get the materials of Osamu Dazai and Chuya Nakahara. Even if you Run away now, and we will always follow you. So instead of making everyone unhappy, you might as well invite two teachers to do an exclusive interview with us. In this way, we can write some positive Positive kind words.”

Seeing that Hualichun was silent, Yoshikawa continued: "Koyama Kaya, you know, right? The king of short story sales, this time you are competing for the Classical Art and Literature Award. I have even won his interview many times. Woolen cloth."

After the words fell, Yoshikawa saw Huali Jun's hand move involuntarily.

"Does that include Kaya Koyama..." She finally spoke.

She is still too young, she must have panicked after hearing the name of Koyama Kaya.Thinking of this, Yoshikawa became more and more proud.

"You don't know yet, I am the reporter with the most achievements in "Popular Anecdotes". Even that Mr. Xiaoshan didn't obediently compromise in front of me in the end. I advise you to do the same, it is better for others and yourself. "

"You know, compared with positive information, black information that exposes celebrities' private lives sells better."

"Are you threatening me that if I don't follow your wishes, I will find a way to dig up the writer's black material?" Hualichun said.

"Whether it's a threat or not, I'll let you understand." Yoshikawa said with a smile.

"Why do you do this?" Hualichun asked, "Can't writers be allowed to write quietly? At least tell me the reason."

"Do you want to know why?"

Yoshikawa simply took a step forward and opened his mouth.

"Even if you are a talented writer, don't just sell your works, keep yourself safe, and be a talented writer who is sought after safely. This is the current era and the price of being famous. Whether they like it or not, they themselves are commodities. Personal life is meant to be dug up inch by inch."

Speaking of this, Yoshikawa licked his lips: "If you are so talented, you have to make some money for others. They can't let them take all the benefits themselves."

"We want money, other people want great writers to talk about. That's the way the world is. Get to the facts sooner, girl."

After Yoshikawa finished speaking, the only thing left on the overpass was the slight sound of wind.

Hualichun stood on the spot, stared at him for a moment, then spoke suddenly.

"Is that Yoshikawa Katsura?" she whispered, "I remember your face."

The smile on Yoshikawa's face gradually faded.

"So what?" He asked coldly, his tone making the photographer shiver.

"You like to publish the faces of people who don't want to be exposed in news reports." Hua Lichun said, "Have you ever thought about what it would be like if one day your face appeared on the social news page?"

At that moment, Yoshikawa's expression was slightly stiff, and an ominous premonition floated in his heart.

And in the next second, his premonition became true.

Hualichun in front suddenly and unexpectedly climbed onto the fence on the edge of the bridge, opened his arms to maintain his balance, and stood wobbly on it.

She stood on the narrow fence, turned around slowly, looked directly at the stunned Yoshikawa, and waved at him: "Farewell."

Hualichun kept his arms outstretched and suddenly fell from the fence of the overpass. His figure disappeared into the dense canopy in an instant.