I am a master of light novels in Japan

... Li Yan had a cold sweat on his forehead. Anyway, he hadn't seen a reader who was a normal reader. At present, Qingshan Qihai seemed to be the most common book fan.

"By the way, Qingshan, do you have any other novels you like?" Li Yan asked, a little curious about whose works his readers would look at.

"There are... such as the fantasy demon sword biography of Mr. Masi Chishoucun, and the love story of Osaka written by Eguchi... It’s just that Eguchi teacher always doesn’t do his job properly and likes to criticize other people’s work on the Internet too much. It’s the same as his first job. By the way, Uesugi... As for the seniors, do they have other jobs too, they are always delayed, and others have said the same evaluation."

Aoyama Qikai talked about the terrible writer, disappointed and reluctantly commented, then she remembered her doubts and asked curiously.

"..."

Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, and didn't speak for a while.

I don’t know why, when he talks about not doing his job properly, his mind is always shoveling ghouls with a shovel, spraying and killing dolls with a shotgun, and scenes of a brutal battle with Shura with a spear...

"...No, I'm still studying, time is always tight, and there is nothing wrong with doing business." Li Yan explained with a ghostly expression on his face.

Qingshan Qihai nodded, feeling reasonable, after all, no one knew that the first-line author Uesugan was still a college student.

Li Yan looked at the time on the phone and found that there was not enough time.

"Qingshan, because you were a little excited before, I didn't say too much to you, but I know you will understand the truth of gains and losses in life, and the truth of success."

Li Yan took the coffee and returned to the computer, sitting there, restarting the code word, while continuing to talk to her a little bit.

"Life is unfair. Whether it is talent, family, appearance, or even simple limbs, some people are quite good, and some are ordinary or missing."

Li Yan's face was flickering on the computer screen, and he said with feelings: "But, your voice is very good. Although occasionally speaking in Osaka accent, this may also be your famous oral addiction. There will be opportunities in the world. There is no such thing as the only chance. It’s just that someone puts too much emphasis on the opportunity, so it’s called the only one. For example, taking college entrance examinations is said to be the only way to become a talent. As a result, a lot of examples of failures in college entrance examinations at home and abroad and winners in life have long been overturned. The only statement..."

Qingshan Qihai got up and looked at the back of Li Yan writing.

"What on earth is success... I probably didn't understand such a deep concept in the past. A successful person in the eyes of others is perhaps a poor person who considers himself a failure. I think the meaning of career success is probably the most reasonable. The standard is to do a job that meets your ideals and make a difference in this cause, nothing more."

"In my memory... I have probably written several novels. When I first started writing, I was directly targeted by a sprayer. I worked so hard to cultivate hundreds of thousands of words. Whether the result was denied, the grades were frustrating, or Malicious attacks are good, the performance is messed up, the editor is indifferent, isn't this situation and mood the same as your audition rejection? Of course, your opportunities are more difficult to find, but the animation company will continue to recruit outstanding voice actors Students join, the same opportunity is to start again. However, it depends on how you treat your dreams. I regarded myself as a writer at the beginning. Although I positioned myself as a part-time job at the beginning,..."

Li Yan stopped typing, he turned his head, those eyes that had seen everything looked at her so calmly, and asked: "Since I am a writer, I should be like a trembling M. I am tortured by novels and suffer on the other. I continue to create happily... How much pain I can bear and enjoy as a Shake M author... I think this is a kind of success."

It seems like a kind of self-deprecating, but Li Yan's words seem to represent the mood of many creators.

Once, there was a manga artist who died suddenly in his studio in the 1990s in Japan. The manga has been chopped down, or the entries in the competition could only get consolation prizes. Later, although he could barely become anime, he still couldn't escape being chopped down. His destiny, all the money he earned reloaded his studio, but he was penniless.However... no one in his peers thought he was a loser. He fell on his way to continue to struggle. No one in the world can call him a loser. He is happy and struggling, and he is a successful person.

The beloved will fight endlessly.

"..." Qikai Aoyama recalled the cartoonist news that she had met by chance. As a result, in her consciousness, Li Yan, Yinglili, Zhenbai worked hard in front of her eyes, doing their favorite work like crazy... That scene The memory of the scene stimulated her heart.

She always thought that when she was not selected, she shouldn't treat herself as a seiyuu... However, they regarded herself as an insider from the beginning, and failure was just one part of career setbacks.

In the dark night, in the quiet bachelor apartment room, Qingshan Qihai was silent for a while, really white drawing his own cartoons, and Li Yan writing his own novels, but that voice broke the tranquility of the night.

"Thank you, senior, it's really white...My dream, I probably know what mood I will use to face it. Sure enough, people who have dreams are very happy."

Li Yan stopped the beating again, and Shiina Shiro stopped painting.

"Good night." Qi Hai lay down and whispered.

In the calm room, after a long time, Li Yan's reply came in a low voice.

"...Good night, Miss seiyuu."

At 12:10, Kagurazaka Acorus appeared at the door of Room 505 again. She hesitated for a while, and still tried to open the door. As a result, Kagurazaka Acorus was shocked that the door was locked.

"Huh?" Kagurazaka iris twisted hard, but couldn't open it.

"Hey, teacher, you open the door, don't think it can be postponed by locking the door, it's time!"

Kagurazaka Ayame knocked hard on the door and said angrily.

However, immediately, it seemed that because the voice was too noisy, a coughing sound came from the neighbor, which made her somewhat afraid to shout again.

——Ding Dong!

At this time, Kagurazaka Changpu’s mobile phone suddenly had a text message, and what she saw was a message sent by Li Yan, which read: "It is impossible at twelve o'clock, and the risk of publishing it before finishing it is too high. So I will finish writing at about 2:30, sorry, my editor.

"Okay, you old thief, using this kind of show operation to deal with me, really underestimate you." Kagurazaka Ayame was very angry, and whispered reproachfully.

She sighed, and then made a call to ask about the situation on Eri Kashiwagi's side, but she heard the [User has turned off] sound in her ears, and she covered her forehead with a headache, and was completely lost.

No one knows the future fate. Every new creation and submission is a thrilling leap. The seventh volume of Li Yan, known as the master, is gradually close to completion with gradual efforts...

It will be the end of the master myth, or the myth of the old thief has just begun. When the printer keeps spitting out newly written manuscripts and finally spit out the last one, it has already drawn an end to this future.

Chapter 185

4:20 pm, Shinjuku, Tokyo.

Summer is the season for shelter from rain, especially when June is approaching, when the typhoon is approaching.The sky was gray and depressed, and the sultry air seemed to make people feel uneasy. It seemed that there was a small to moderate shower in the recent period and I was afraid that I could not escape.

A bicycle parked on the side of the road. This young man returning home from school took out his mobile phone and clicked on the text message sent by [Kagurazaka Iris]. The content was routinely written by him just last night. He was notified of the release time of the seventh volume.

At six o'clock tomorrow morning, 324 bookstores in Tokyo will be on sale at the same time.

Li Yan felt a little complicated. He put away his mobile phone and continued to ride to his apartment building.

"Are it raining again? My clothes have not been dry."

The bicycle was steadily placed in the bicycle parking area beside the apartment building. Li Yan frowned and stared at the sky, and whispered quietly.

His dark circles are still conspicuous, but after four or five hours of sleep last night, his spirit has been greatly restored.

Last night, he had been writing hard all night for several days in a row. In the end, he almost forgot how he finished the final novel. When he was conscious, he found that he had fallen asleep on the table before and just woke up. I thought I hadn't finished writing and was so scared.

As a result, he remembered that he had finished writing all the first drafts and printed them out habitually. After finishing them, he finally fell asleep with exhaustion. At about three o'clock last night, Kagurazaka Ayame went from Yingli Rina. After getting the illustrations, he came back here and was received by Shiina Masashi. He took the final draft without waking him. At three o'clock in the morning, he had already given all the manuscripts to Sanhe Bunko.

The rest of the time is naturally waiting for publication, waiting for the seventh volume he worked so hard to rewrite, what kind of result is it?

On the other hand, Qingshan Qihai seemed to have taken yesterday's anti-fever medicine. After a restful night of sleep, the fever has completely disappeared. Today's body is still a little weak. By Friday, you can probably go to school.

The season approaching June is not only a rainy season, but also a dull off-season for light novels.There was no new dark horse in the light novel market in May, and a series of masterpieces fell into a "silent period", so together with Li Yan's own Twitter, fewer and fewer people started to leave messages there.

Standing at the door of the apartment building, Li Yan felt a little nervous. He didn't know if the sale of the seventh volume in June would be a success. He didn't want to have a good result. At least he didn't meet Waterloo.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Suddenly, behind Li Yan, a young girl's voice came, causing Li Yan to be taken aback for a moment. He looked back and found that it was Jiabaili who had gone home from school.

Gabriel was wearing a blue-and-white summer school uniform, her hair was messy as always, and she looked at him with a listless expression.

"...Welcome back, it's amazing to have a good class today." Li Yan was taken aback at first, looked at Jia Baili with a little surprise, and then said with a smile.