I am a master of light novels in Japan

"Huh? Junior... Is it the school festival of the girl from England, the genius painter Shiina Mashiro?" Sayuri Sawamura was taken aback and asked.

"Yeah, this time, Shiina and another junior student I know work together to perform a traditional Japanese drama called "Slash! The Clever Magego". I look forward to their performance." Li Yan said with a smile.

"..."

This time, Sayuri fell silent. She thought for a moment, raised her head and smiled and said, "I'm very interested in that girl. I'll take a look at the school festival tomorrow."

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Shinjuku, Tokyo.

The drizzle has been dripping, and Li Yan, who took the Sawamura Sayuri’s special car, returned to his apartment room. After changing his wet clothes, he sat at the table in the living room and quietly looked at the pile on the table. The first print version of 80% progress has been completed.

In the imminent situation, no one will "regret" at this time.

The first draft of the novel is full of A or A+. If you hand it to Kagurazaka Ayame, you can still earn a large amount of manuscript fees and meet the expectations of readers. Seeing the seventh volume of the novel as scheduled...

However, there seemed to be something missing that made his heart restless.

As in this stack of first drafts, the characters in the novel all appeared in front of him, looking at him, waiting for his new journey, so arrogant and pretentious, they have already sold more than one hundred thousand expected Ben's seventh volume plot is a bit dissatisfied, he has an urge to burn again and completely reshape this seventh volume.

In terms of content, it is very risky, and it is also a more unique way of writing. I rushed to my heart to write this unpublished seventh volume in a more Uesugi style.

From three o'clock to three thirty, in the drizzle, the faint setting sun that pierced through the dark clouds gradually began to shine into the room, and Li Yan just leaned against the corner of the wall, looking at his stack of drafts. , I was there for nearly a month of creative work, but in the end I would deny it when I said it was negative. I have to say that it is as painful as cutting his flesh.

"..."

"..."

"really……"

Li Yan's eyes finally returned to calm. He stood up, picked up all the first drafts, and then stuffed them all into a cardboard box, and put them in the utility room. There was a box with ideas, themes and character designs. On the shelves of cartons classified as new work ideas, when they left, the cartons with [Rejected Drafts] were particularly prominent.

Li Yan put on his white overalls in the room, and sat again in front of the computer, his eyes sharpened like a gambler who gambled with time and the future, and he continued to write new outlines, devoting all his mind and body to it. To the beginning of zero.

"...I still have to try to break through the bottleneck." Li Yan said the next sentence in silence.

His original intention is different from that of Sawamura Hiderari and Sawamura Sayuri. He started to create comics because he liked the two-dimensional culture at a simple time. He did not start to draw comics because of his interest in his novels and the obsession with detectives like Shiina Mashiro. The original intention of the novel is just not wanting to lose.

He didn’t want to lose the life he originally had, and he didn’t want to lose to himself. Before his eyes, not only the characters in the story, but also the readers who liked his works, he understood why he started to be unable to write, because For more than a year, he has been in contact with readers who deeply like his work, Gabriel, Teacher Cat, Yukino Yukino, Qikai Aoyama, Makishi Shiina, Ai Moai, and a group of monster readers... …The expressions of their reading kept flashing back in his consciousness, and he wanted to write a novel that he had worked hard on. Now that he has noticed that there is a better story structure, he shouldn’t stop.

He seems to have really changed from Li Yan who was for life, and gradually became the old thief "Uesugi Yan" everyone knows...

The keyboard has been rattling, the characters on the keyboard have been polished clean by more than a year of beating, and the time of the windows has gradually become dark from the dusk of the afternoon...

...

In the middle of the night, in Room 405, the sound of video games continued to resound throughout the room.

In the dim light, there was still a bowl of instant noodles with a little soup on the table. Gabriel sitting in front of the TV playing games, suddenly noticed something. She looked at the clock, and it was ten o'clock in the night. Thirty minutes.

"That guy...what is he doing, he has never been so late." Gabriel looked at the ceiling listlessly and said.

Because it is a neighbor, some sounds can still be heard clearly, such as the sound of opening the door, and some...the sound of cooking. However, after returning home in the afternoon, Li Yan never cooked any food. A certain writer who sent out seldom went out to eat, and did not like to eat instant noodles. In other words, Li Yan has not started cooking dinner until now.

Gabriel pressed the handle, pressed it, and then pressed the pause button, then stood up with an expression of doing nothing, searched his pocket and went out.

Under the night sky in the middle of the night, Gabriel stood at the door of Room 505, stretched out a hand, and rang the doorbell.

[Ding Dong.

[Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Ding Dong...]

Gabriel unceremoniously urged Li Yan to open the door with a harassing ringing of the doorbell.

As a result, within ten seconds, the door really opened. As a result, a bloodshot face appeared at the door of the dark room with a bloodshot face. He stared at Gabriel coldly and said angrily: " Don't press it, all my thoughts have been disrupted by you!!"

"What are you doing, what idea, I'm hungry, come over for dinner." Gabriel was completely indifferent to his protest, watching him command and said.

"Um...you girl...well, come in, I still have food in my refrigerator, I'm ready to eat fried rice tonight."

Li Yan squinted at her, and finally sighed. Originally, he didn’t have enough time. As a result, he came to a squeeze fan, which made him feel uncomfortable, but if it weren’t for Gabriel’s words, he had actually forgotten in front of the computer It's so late.

"Dinner...not supper...how does it feel that Gabriel knows that I didn't have dinner? Did I think too much?" Li Yan took out the egg, corn, onion and cold rice from the refrigerator, suddenly thinking.

"So, what are you up to? I haven't seen you come out all night, Li." Gabriel sat in the living room and boredly took a light novel on Li Yan's bookshelf and asked.

"I'm writing a novel."

"Writing a novel? Oh, volume seven?! But the last time you said you were almost finished writing it?"

"All have been discarded, and they are all put in the scrap box."

"...?!"

Gabriel looked at Li Yan in amazement, and asked, "Wait a minute, don't you have to submit the manuscript next Tuesday? Hey, is it too late? It's too late. Okay, you don't plan to postpone the update again. Three times to modify the release time and one time, you will really be beaten to death by readers like this."

"...I know...I've done my best to write a novel all night tonight, so the calculated time should probably be enough." Li Yan said with a bitter smile.

"Wasn't the seventh volume written smoothly at the beginning? It's okay. We don't expect you to write such interesting things every time. Well, it doesn't matter if you are not in the state several times, just don't write randomly..." Jia Baili looked at Li Yan, worried, and asked.

"It's in the utility room, you can take it out to see... By the way, although the plot written for the second time is completely different, you still have to pay for the next new book." Li Yan took the materials and walked away. Go to the kitchen and talk to Gabriel casually.

"This guy……"

Gabriel put her head on the table and glanced at him, thinking disdainfully.

She stood up, went to the utility room by herself, rummaged it, took it to the living room and looked at it...

As a result, after looking at it, I had the intention to read it. I kept turning the pages, making Gabriel a little surprised. After reading it, she looked up at the direction of the kitchen and asked in surprise: "Wait, wait, Li, this Isn’t it interesting already? Why rewrite?"

"Why... because it's not the most interesting, at least I think so..."

Li Yan’s eye bags were deep and seemed to be a bit overworked. He washed the food and said, “It’s not the most interesting story. If I show it to you, how dare I... be called an'old thief' or Where is the'Master'?"

"...Is that so?" Gabriel asked, looking at him ignorantly.

However, looking at Li Yan's persistence with resentment in that exhaustion, over time, Jia Baili laughed, closing his eyes and not paying attention. Perhaps the next volume could really add to the excitement. Right.

What Li Yan overturned was the standard evaluation given to him by the [editing system]. If he had always relied on the editing system, one day he would only be able to write A-level works. This time, he took his This popular novel and all the fame are gambled on, no longer use the editing system to score, and use his own feelings to contact the unknown novel market...Use his own strength to impress readers.

In the middle of the night, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and when he was approaching the steps of serving dishes, suddenly, Li Yan's cell phone rang.

——[Kagurazaka Ayame: Uesugi, please give me the first draft of the seventh volume first. I will work overtime tonight, and by the way, I will review the draft for you. The illustration of Eiriri is almost complete, and everything is ready.

In the middle of the night, after Kagurazaka Ayame sent a text message to Li Yan, she poured herself a cup of coffee. After a few sips, she went to work again. She was working overtime tonight and was preparing for several In preparation for the publishing arrangements, the author intends to ask for the first draft of Uesugiyan's seventh volume. After all, among all the works, Uesugiyan's works are currently the most important and require her to firmly grasp it.