Tokyo, Yoshii
It was a prosperous area with people coming and going. A hotel, although it looked like an ordinary hotel, there was nothing special about it. At this time, there were many cars parked in the parking lot.
A car slowly drove in and stopped at the entrance of the auditorium. The driver in a suit opened the door and let Sakako and Pei Zi Yun out.
Shin-Shikawa Hotel covered an area of 2,000 square meters. It had a long history and a deep heritage. Because of its very comfortable conditions, the guests were satisfied with the environment. It was once rated as one of the top 100 hotels for Japanese residents. It was the location of many commercial cocktail parties.
This hotel had held many Barren Wood Awards, and now this event was about to be held again. Along with the flow of people, the welcoming guests stood neatly in front of the door and kept bowing.
Pei Zi Yun and Sakako entered the hotel and saw the media reporters who had been waiting for a long time.
Because literary works had a very deep position in Japan, many people would pay attention to them. Major literary awards were even more popular. Every year, the Barren Wood Awards was something that the Japanese people talked about.
Today was the latest Barren Wood Awards, and many reporters were paying attention to the latest news.
Which newcomer would win this award this year? Many reporters were guessing.
"Welcome." When Sakako and Pei Zi Yun entered, a few reporters looked over, but they did not attract much attention. Because there were many celebrities and important people gathered in the hotel, the two of them looked very unfamiliar. One of them was a junior high school student, so naturally, not many people paid attention to them.
Nagano Narumi, who was waiting, immediately came up to welcome them.
She had her hair in a bun, wore a women's suit, and had light makeup on. She looked very intellectual and serious. In Japan, women had to put on makeup at work, or else they would not be serious about their work. But this time, it was more formal.
Sakako Sanako asked, "Have you arranged everything?"
"Yes, we have. We will not expose Yamada-kun's information." Nagano Narumi bowed her head slightly to show her etiquette. "It was not allowed, but the Board knew about Yamada-kun's information and agreed."
Barren Wood Awards never selected famous works, but paid more attention to newcomers and unknown writers. When the Board knew about Yamada-kun's information, they were shocked.
Because even the knowledgeable Board could not imagine that a work like "Who is the Second Man" would be written by a junior high school student!
And Yamada Shinichi was only 12 years old!
Those who found it hard to accept Yamada Shinji not showing his face in public were now speechless. Of course, there was also the influence of the Makawa Shrine and other forces.
He led the way to the elevator. The elevator's performance was quite good, and it was smooth and silent. He then entered the banquet hall on the second floor.
As soon as they entered, the organizer appeared.
He was a middle-aged man with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. He was wearing a man's suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was elegant and amiable, giving people a feeling of a spring breeze.
When he saw Pei Zi Yun, he didn't say much and just introduced him. "You must be Yamada-kun. I am Ikeda Haruki. It's our first time meeting, and I hope to meet you!"
"If you have any needs here, you can look for me. This is my name card!" Ikeda Haruki said as he handed his name card over to Pei Zi Yun.
However, he sighed inwardly. Although he already knew the information, he was still very shocked when he saw who it was.
Pei Zi Yun lowered his head slightly as he received the token of thanks. He also took out his name card with both hands and handed it over. In Japan, name cards were given to each other. Otherwise, it would be considered rude.
However, there was no title on Pei Zi Yun's name card. It was just a name, a phone number, and an email address.
Ikeda Haruki's eyelids twitched. This was the simplest name card, right?
But when he remembered that the person in front of him was only twelve years old, he understood.
As he led the way, the center stage was empty. The host was fiddling with the equipment, indicating that the Araki Prize had not officially started.
Below the stage, there were tables and sofas. The tables were made of glass, and there were some books and fruit drinks on them.
Many authors sat on the sofa and chatted with each other. This was not the first time the event was held, and the circle was not big. To many people, they already knew each other.
Although the Araki Prize was for new authors, most of them were above the age of thirty. According to the definition, anyone below the age of forty could be considered a young author.
Japanese literature was plentiful, and the pressure of competition was high. To have a work, it required a writer to spend months or even years polishing, sculpting, and polishing it.
Therefore, it was understandable that the authors selected for the Araki Prize were above the age of thirty.
Under such circumstances, it was no wonder that a freak like Pei Zi Yun had appeared.
At this time, an author called Kazuhiko Katsuragi was chatting with someone. He said, "Look, there's a sign on the table. Yamada Shinichi. Has anyone seen it before? Are you coming?"
Kazuhiko Katsuragi's eyes were small, and his face was slightly red. He was wearing a kimono, and his hair was combed short. He asked in a low voice.
He was one of the ten authors selected for the Araki Prize, and his work was "Soul of the Night".
"Soul of the Night" was one of the best-selling novels in the past few months. It revolved around a pair of students who had unusual feelings for each other. The story spans a long time, from middle school to university, and finally to society. This novel combined hopeless love with persistent and meticulous reasoning. It was very much in line with the aesthetics of the Japanese people. When this book was published, it caused a great response among the people.
It was also an important competitor for the Araki Prize.
"Why wouldn't I come? This is one of the finalists for the Araki Prize." Takashi Ikeda laughed.
Takashi Ikeda was not a simple character. When he was 20 years old, he had already shown his talent. He had published a novel called "Soul of the Distant Mountain". At that time, this novel had received good reviews. However, after five years, there were no other works that were worth mentioning. Many people thought that it had withered like the cherry blossoms.
In fact, Takashi Ikeda was completely immersed in writing his novel. "The Crane from Afar" was a huge success when it was published. Several publishing houses had requested to collaborate on it.
Takashi Ikeda had been selected for the Araki Prize because of this novel.
"But the stage is still empty!" Kazuhiko Katsuragi said to Uchio Yukako.
Uchio Yukako was the only female author present. She had big eyes, a light blue dress, and snow-white skin. It made her look very beautiful. It was almost impossible to tell that she was in her thirties.
"That's right, I've checked on Yamada Shinichi. He debuted less than a year ago, but he has published three novels in a row. They are short, medium, and long, and all of them have received quite a response."
"I have to admit, 'Who is the Second Man' is very capable."
"But until now, no one has seen this person. I wanted to get to know him here, but he hasn't shown up yet. That's really strange." Uchio Yukako frowned as she spoke. She held a book in her hands and tapped it lightly. She was puzzled by the situation.
Pei Zi Yun heard this and didn't speak. He sat down with Sakako Sanako and Narumi Nagano at the empty seats behind.
Pei Zi Yun didn't take more than a few minutes before the Araki Prize officially began.
Following the host's deep and low voice, an important person and some famous authors gave a short speech.
But Pei Zi Yun naturally didn't want to listen to their nonsense. If not for the fact that the Araki Prize was related to the establishment of a Legend, he wouldn't have been so enthusiastic.
Narumi Nagano took the opportunity to whisper, "The first edition of your 'Who is the Second Man' has been sold out. The second edition of 10,000 copies has already sold 3,000 copies. The speed is very fast. The Society is preparing for a third edition. This time, an additional 20,000 copies will be printed."
"Looking at the situation, we might be able to sell 50,000 copies this year."
"With this result, you've officially made your debut. You're an author through and through. Congratulations, Yamada-kun!" Narumi Nagano said this and lowered her voice. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "Have you started writing your new book?"
Yamada Shinichi was a junior high school student. It was different from primary school. Now that the workload was gradually increasing, and there were club activities, she was very worried about the production of her works.
After all, the response was very good now. It was best to strike while the iron was hot.
Pei Zi Yun heard this and didn't answer. He only took out his phone and sent an email to Narumi Nagano.
The email was' Nocturnal Ghost '. This was one-third of the length of Mizuno's first full-length novel. Although this novel was still a little immature compared to the standard of the future, it had already surpassed the peak that Ibuki Mitsuki could reach.
Top tier authors were top tier authors. Even if they worked hard for a lifetime, it would be difficult for them to catch up. It could be said that although the two had similar styles, 'Nocturnal Ghost' had elevated 'Who is the Second Man' by half a level.
Narumi Nagano looked at it and immediately immersed herself in it. Pei Zi Yun closed his eyes and thought about the martial arts of the Makawa Shrine. He thought to himself, 'There's not much to say about martial arts. I can quickly digest and learn any martial arts technique with just a glance. This is the level of a grandmaster martial arts technique.'
There was actually a fixed pattern to the fighting and killing of the human body.
It could be said that once one mastered the Grandmaster Realm, there was a kind of 'the path of the Grandmaster Realm is equal, there is no superior or inferior' charm.
It was the same for Japanese martial arts. With a glance, one could see through it.
'But the further I go, the more entangled it becomes. In martial arts, it seems unnecessary, but in fact, it is a summoning spell. Especially the last ritual, I feel that something is wrong.'
God's intuition would not be wrong. There was a big problem here.
After an unknown amount of time, there was continuous applause. It turned out that it was time to officially announce the Araki Prize. Narumi Nagano was also awakened from her reading. Although it was not very polite, she still turned around and said, "Yamada-kun! You are really amazing. I already thought that the previous book was very good, and this one is even better. "
"The painful reality, the poetry that permeates the cold reality, and the fragility and loneliness of life, this beauty is really touching."
"Please hand it over to Shiroishi Academy Publishing House!" Narumi Nagano lowered her head, respectfully and solemnly begging. Although she spoke in a low voice, it still startled a few people around her and caused them to look at her with disgust. The Japanese paid great attention to the opinions of the people around them, and she immediately shrank back.
Sakako also spoke quickly in a low voice, "Of course, but please look at the stage, the results are about to be announced."
"Excuse me." Narumi Nagano turned her gaze. At this time, someone went on stage. It was Wakaki Yasuhiro, a very famous author.
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