The Most Beautiful Boy In Tokyo

"The semi-finals are advanced?" Yu Xian tilted his head cutely, "What is the Deng Gao Ya Award?"

Just now, he was still in the hotel room thinking about how to innovate for the fifth concert. He had just written half of the lyrics, and before he could figure out how to have fun, he was told to put down everything and immediately go to the group conference hall.

Not only him, but everyone from Class S in Narita City, plus students from other campuses, a total of 20 people, and all students from the Tokyo University of Arts arrived one after another.

The news that the semifinals were to be held in advance was notified to all colleges overnight. This sudden news caught everyone off guard.

"Let's wait for the chairman's explanation." Sawano Kazuki said with a headache.

"What's wrong? Is this competition difficult?" Yu Xian asked naively.

"It's not a question of whether it's difficult or not, it's just too unbelievable." Sawano Kazuki frowned, "The literary and art world has always prided itself on being aloof and is clearly separate from the entertainment industry, especially the group of old literati in the literary club, most of whom are He was born into an aristocratic family in the old days of Tokyo, he strongly adheres to classical culture, and he has always had a critical attitude towards popular culture in the entertainment industry."

"But I didn't expect that they would be willing to agree to cooperate this time."

"Isn't this great?" Yu Xian said naively, "It's time for the old guys to welcome the new era."

"No, this is the most troublesome part." Kazuki Sawano shook his head, "The conflict between the literary and art circles and the entertainment world has not been going on for a day or two. If you think about it carefully, in the hearts of the people, the status of the entertainment industry Far less noble than the literary and art circles, this time those old antiques are here to be the judges, and they are more critical than appreciative."

"This is the semi-finals of the All Japan Open. It would be a huge shame if we were embarrassed." Sawano Kazuki sighed, "In their mouths, the entertainment industry has another nickname. Do you know what it is called?"

"What?"

"Cultural desert."

When Yu Xian came in, he glanced at the expressions of his students and quickly realized that the situation was not optimistic.

It can no longer be described as 'like facing a formidable enemy', but 'like feeling like you are mourning a heir'. Some students were so nervous that they were reading "The Analects of Confucius" at Crazy Quantum, wiping sweat and taking notes.

Some are reviewing the classic material mourning culture, looking up and rolling their eyes while reciting the words, just like high school seniors who are about to take the national exam.

Sawano Kazuki was right to worry;

Today’s entertainment industry is indeed a cultural desert.

You know, there was no entertainment industry before, there was only the 'art world'.

At that time, there were no singers or idol stars in the "literary and artistic circles". There were only national-level singers, dancers, and performers.

One side is at the 'family' level, and the other side is at the 'person' level. The difference is not just a tiny bit.

Yu Xian walked towards Heimudong naturally, sat next to her, looked at her beautiful side face that was concentrating on thinking, and gently squeezed her hand: "Don't be afraid, it's nothing."

Kuro Mutong was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

She was not afraid, she thought to the point of forgetfulness, it was for him.

The Yuan family has always adhered to classical culture. She has studied with the old man of the Yuan family in the Yuan family's castle tower since she was a child. Therefore, after receiving this sudden notice, she was not afraid, but vaguely expected.

Her initial expectation was that she would steadily rise in the rankings. Another expectation is that I can take care of him during the game.

Yuxian has not received an orthodox cultural education. As the top player, the pressure on this younger brother should be greater than anyone else.

It would be easier for him if he was standing in front of him.

The semi-finals are a team competition, and each college is a complete team. This time she wants to be a harbor in the group and protect this small boat that may capsize at any time.

"Are you afraid of facing those literati in the literary and art world?" Heimutong asked softly.

"What's there to be afraid of a bunch of old antiques?" Yu Xian shrugged naively, "They can't even hold on to their own glory. They have been beaten up by European and American literature in the world. They can't escape their responsibility, right?"

"It's good to have this courage." Hei Mutong wanted to hold his hand, but the two people in the conference room were classmates, not sister and brother, so he had to give up.

Chairman Katsuo Fukuzawa arrived quickly and distributed the information one by one.

Yuxian Zhisheng took the information and as soon as he took a look, he was shocked.

This can no longer be described with information, but a complete and detailed thumbnail of tourist attractions!

Taking the Garden Mansion as the starting point, the structure gradually rises and falls from north to south, focusing on the essence of natural scenery such as mountains, plains, and streams. The mountains and rivers overlap along the way, and the nearby mountains, middle mountains, distant mountains, and main mountains extend upward. There is a Japanese on each mountain. The traditional mountain pavilion is hidden among the mountains and rivers.

‘Looking Pavilion’, ‘Xiaoyao Pavilion’, ‘Hongshui Pavilion’… these mountain pavilions are where the contestants compete. Everywhere they go, the form of literary and artistic inspection they face will change.

Only by getting the pass card in a certain level can you officially enter the next level.

The final destination is the 'Master Island'. The island is surrounded by a black wall. A large wooden boat is set up in front of the lake, connected by a small bridge in the middle.

The final inspection is set up there, and Ansanji, the leader of the literary club, will meet the final person there.

"Is this really the venue for the semi-finals?" Yu Xian's mouth twitched slightly.

Before coming in the morning, he had already lamented about the Literary Club. The four major consortiums could only control the venue where the program team mobilized the contestants, but the Literary Club had such power that it could directly cancel the fifth public performance and destroy the Starlight Awards. Directly into the semi-finals.

Now I was shocked again. I could acquire such a large piece of high-quality land from the Minister of State in a place like Tokyo where land is so valuable. The background of the literary club was much deeper than I imagined.

"It's nothing." Hei Mu Tong said with a smile, "When you come to my house to play, you can have a look at the Yuan family."

Yuxian smiled wryly and held his forehead.

I can only say that people are so popular that I have to think more carefully about buying a villa and real estate in Tokyo. I plan to take advantage of the slow recovery of the bubble economy, and these top aristocrats in Tokyo have already begun to build their own houses.

Soon, Katsuo Fukuzawa on the stage explained the game matters one by one.

The reason why the literary club chose the Qingshan Garden for the semi-finals is very simple, that is, the contestants are required to observe the mountain scenery anytime and anywhere, and then create on the spot.

Throughout the game, aesthetics plays a very important role.

The Literary Society connects the cultural concepts related to China's "Ode to Elegance" with Japan's most national characteristics of the aesthetic form of mourning, mystery, folding branches, and thinness. It plans to examine the aesthetic mind and artistic accomplishment of the creator from multiple angles. and the creative techniques of the work.

Students are not restricted by the outside world and can enjoy themselves freely.

Take the 'temperament' inspection on one of the mountains as an example. This cannot be called a competition. Yu Xianzhisheng understands it as a special form of performance. Everyone wears their favorite clothes and walks with their most satisfactory posture. After passing the path covered with maple leaves, whoever walks with extraordinary grace will be able to pass smoothly.

I have to say that this method of playing is true metaphysics, and is very similar to the official evaluation of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. From the elegance of every move of a Confucian disciple, you can judge whether you are a common person or a wise person.

If you walk like an upright and honest person, you may lose the election, but if you walk with relatives who don't recognize you and are crazy, maybe it will be interesting! This man is so extraordinary! It’s him!

"Everyone just prepare the above quickly. My suggestion is not to waste too much time on clothes and makeup." Fukuzawa Katsuo's voice spread to every part of the conference hall.

"The following impromptu haiku, chatting under the tree, listening to wind music...this is what everyone should focus on preparing for these two days. I think the questions will not be too difficult, so everyone can relax and deal with it."

The meeting lasted for more than three hours.

Then the meeting ended in a desolate atmosphere.

Natsume Chie looked very happy.

Her family is a well-known scholarly family in Tokyo. Her father serves as the vice president of the Tokyo Cultural Center, and her mother is a fifth-dan member of the Japan Wiki Calligraphy Association. She is not panicked at all, and is discussing it with Chie Fujiwara with great interest. What kind of beautiful kimono should I wear on that day?

Fujiwara Chie is also full of confidence. Although she has strong muscles, she is not stupid in mind. She was raised as a noble lady by her family since she was a child. Her parents are both archaeologists, and there are many ancient books at home.

From this point of view, this game is quite advantageous for our own people.

Yu Xian's childish heart relaxed a lot.

This way you can play with yourself without having to worry about them holding you back.

On the other hand, Akagi Ryosuke and Okagi Giyuu have been laughing since just now, and they haven't stopped.

"Is there anything worth being happy about?" Yu Xian turned his head and asked, "Tell me about it."

"It's nothing, we just thought it was unfair to you." Ryosuke Akagi shrugged, "But don't worry, Principal Sawano will come to you later."

Before he finished speaking, Sawano Kazuki came over and patted Yuxian Zhisheng's shoulder: "Zhisheng, come with me."

Yuxian stood up and followed without knowing why.

"Let's go up and have a look." Ryosuke Akagi smiled at the girls.

"What's so interesting is that the group wants to give the captain a small chance." Dahuai Yiyong said in a strange tone, "I'm making up for extra lessons before the exam. As an ace, I can't embarrass the group."

"After all, I grew up in a welfare institution, have not received aristocratic education, and know nothing about classical culture." Ryosuke Akagi shook his body happily, "Well, it's not impossible to just improvise."

These two sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks have been suppressed by Yu Xian's childishness to the point where they have almost no sense of existence. They are almost suffering from jade syndrome. Now they can be proud of themselves.

...

Yu Xianzhisheng followed Sawano Kazuki all the way to the small courtyard on the top floor.

Fukuzawa Katsuo, Kaoru Nagisa Sakura, and Rina Ryoko were already waiting there. There had just been a dispute here, and everyone's emotions were a little depressed.

Katsuo Fukuzawa did not doubt Yuzuru's musical ability, but he had no confidence in this kind of comprehensive literary and artistic examination.

After all, it was an extremely important semifinal, and he was prepared to temporarily change the leader to lead the team.

But Rina and Xiaoxun insisted on rejecting it.

Sitting next to them was a gray-haired old man.

As soon as Yuxian Zhisheng walked in, his eyes focused on him.

"This is Master Ishikawa, an honorary professor at the Tokyo Bunka Museum and a master of haiku." Kazuki Sawano introduced him with his hand.

"This is our child, Yuxian Zhisheng."

The old man nodded slightly, and Yu Xian bowed slightly.

"Is something wrong?" Yu Xian asked innocently.

"Children, have you ever written haiku before?" Katsuo Fukuzawa asked.

"No." Yu Xian shook his head naively.

"Huh, sure enough..." Katsuo Fukuzawa's face showed no change, "It doesn't matter, we specially invited Master Ishikawa for you. You must race against time these two days to learn more skills from him."

"If you are willing to obey, I can guarantee that you will pass." The old man smiled vaguely, "But you have to endure a lot of hardships here. If you don't obey, I will spank you."

Yu Xian was startled, thinking that he had been misunderstood.

He was still hoping that others wouldn't hold him back, but he didn't expect that in the eyes of others, he was the one holding him back.

"Well... I haven't done it before, can I do it now?" Yu Xian scratched his head.

"Do you understand haiku?" The old man smiled softly.

"Which category are you talking about? Emerging haiku, seasonal haiku, continuous haiku, or traditional haiku?" Yu Xian asked the old man naively.

The old man was stunned: "Have you learned this?"

"I also studied a lot when I was in the orphanage. There were a lot of books there. We had no other entertainment activities. We could only read books after school. I couldn't understand them at first, but then I understood them after following the sentences one by one."

In fact, it was a lie. All he read in the orphanage were idle books.

But in his previous life, in order to communicate smoothly with a little girl, he taught himself a lot of Japanese and read many ancient Japanese books, including the latest postmodern genre.

"But it's not enough to just understand. You have to be able to do it. That's the difficulty!" In front of so many people, the old man was disrupted before he finished the score. He couldn't help but feel a little angry, "Come on! You can be me." have a look!"

"It can't be done." Yu Xian shook his head naively.

"You can't do anything but are you still being arrogant and arrogant?!"

The old man stretched out his arm and slapped it in the air like he usually slapped his students: "Don't think that just because you are so successful in the entertainment industry, you can remain arrogant. If your principal hadn't personally come to me with a gift, do you think Would I deal with someone like you?"

"I don't dare, but have you forgotten something?" Yu Xian's face was as calm as water.

"What did I forget?" The old man blew his beard and stared.

"Haikus are meant to express personal emotions, pinned on scenery or objects." Yu Xian looked at the old man naively, "I didn't even point out the object to pin my words on, so what do you want me to do with it?"

"To say the least, if I just find something to compose, what should I do if you can't tell me right? Without a comparison object, no one present can know whose haiku is better, right?"

"I understand, do you want to compete with me?" Ishikawa Zigui laughed angrily.

"Yes." Yu Xian nodded naively, "Please give me your advice."

"Okay!" The old man pointed to the rockery and flowing water in the courtyard, "I won't choose, just this one!"

"No problem." Yu Xian asked his hand, "You are the senior, you come first."

I am the senior and I come first. What the hell is this? Shouldn't it be you, the younger generation, who should be the first to show off his embarrassment?

Ishikawa Shiki shook his head and looked at the small courtyard scene, with rockery and flowing water, filled with white mist, and a transparent glass dome above, with blue sky and white clouds visible.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly said:

"The running water cannot sleep, and it sweeps away the fallen flowers and combs the courtyard, and the soil is thin and the remains remain."

After composing this sarcastic haiku, he raised his head slightly. Before he could say the sentence "It's your turn," he saw the young man speaking without thinking:

"The court is slightly frozen in spring, heading towards the unknown place deep in the clouds, and the flowers are falling forward."

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PS. Whoever wins and who loses, please judge.