I am a master of light novels in Japan

I'm a Master of Light Novels in Japan Chapter 715

The question was not bad. Li Yan picked up the pen in an instant. There were three hours to come up with 6,000 characters during the game. But for Li Yan, in order to take into account fairness, he had to take into account both his identity and Uesugiyan’s Two titles are written in 3 hours, which is not twice as difficult as others.

This point lies in to whom to leave the first chapter opportunity.

Li Yan wrote all this clearly a long time ago, and wrote the name of [Uesugi Yan] on the list.No matter how you measure it, the responsibility of being a writer is much heavier than the responsibility of a society.

This question is like questioning him.

So, what is his feeling of worry?

Is it because Takashi Natsume, Teacher Kitty, and the group of monsters return their names day after day to outline the warm memories of the past?But these are not memories he experienced.

If Takashi Natsume mainly had so much concern with the monsters, then his experience mainly lay on both sides. In fact, adding up bit by bit for two years, this topic couldn't be more familiar.

However, involving the concern, the misty and mystery of the forest, he gradually thought of a figure.

A girl who has been to the forest with him and experienced the reality of a stage play...

It seemed that the mood grew stronger last night, and finally, Li Yan began to write.

The so-called "worry" does not necessarily lie in the fact that you can't see each other in a distant place, but that when you face each other, the girl who has experienced warmth and cold, pain and joy, stagnation and growth, suddenly I don’t know you one day, and the stranger facing each other is the most painful worry...

There was a rustle in the quiet woods, and the scene was a little chilly.

While writing the adapted story quickly, the tip of the pen kept wandering, constantly showing the world what he had experienced to the girl who could not laugh but had the world's most delicate emotions.

That same writer, following the sunglasses teacher, and the shop owner undoubtedly reminded him, at least do something, do something to regain the existence of this world.

——Li, your body has gradually begun to dominate, which is why you should cross over before you completely become the dominator, and let you leave any group as much as possible...]

——What nonsense are you talking about, how could it not be serious? I can see that your feelings for them are very good, so it doesn't matter how you can't remember the fate and bondage that you have finally had.In this way, the most noble experience in life experience is deprived, if you let go, it is really difficult to find it back.So, do what you can, don't give up like this, they should also work hard to find ways to contact you.

Just forget it, it's definitely not the case.

If everything started with writing, then he hadn’t cut off the common ground, that is, his novels and stories. Therefore, he realized that if he was writing in a place where all the familiar people gathered After these things, we must, we will never let these things be forgotten again...

...

Two hours soon ended.

All the manuscripts were taken away, but one person seemed to have a thicker manuscript than anyone else.

Li Yan panted slightly, 12,000 words in 3 hours, almost burning his brain, this kind of full-open pen speed, almost tortured him, when he stood up, he felt a little more energetic. In a trance.

This is almost the same as revenge for his constant delay in the two years before...

The sky is a bit dim, and the personnel continue to separate.

Only, there is a novelist who desperately wants to change the world sitting in his seat alone, breathing continuously.

The sky enveloped his body, a desperate youth, and finally after the end of the game, his mood was not calm, he persisted to the last moment, in the darkness, the world seemed to be left alone.Silently.

He didn't take out his phone until very far behind, and looked at the contacts on the line habitually.

A few days ago, after the accounts of Takashi Natsume, Toru Toru and others disappeared, at about 11 o’clock, the line of the author of the group, Qianshou Cunzhen, Shitong Guoguang, Izumi Masamune, Sagiri, etc. The account number has been quietly gone.

It was like, beside him, the few figures disappeared dimly...

night.

The results of the first competition were soon released. As a result, two-thirds of the tourist buses in the hotel directly transported 200 participating authors. For a moment, the otherwise lifeless hotel became even less popular.

As a result, both Li Yan's volume and Uesugan's volume passed the first round of screening.

Li Yan, who came out of the hotel and was going to eat, witnessed this scene.

Li Yan almost used his own writing method to complete double the works, and the results were all within the 100 qualified range, but [Uesugiyan] ranked 10th, while [Li Yan]'s ranking fell. In 98, it was a thrilling leap.

"It's very risky, I'm almost out..." Li Yan looked at his two rankings, suddenly squinted, thinking with lingering fears.

However, the quality of the content he wrote in the first one is not small compared to the second one he wrote after a while.

In the case of others, Amakusa Shino is ranked 6th, Hagi-mura Suzu is ranked 78th, and Toko Amano-senpai... unexpectedly ranked only 82...

Amano-senpai, she's definitely not really moving.

Li Yan knew this very well.

When he was standing outside the door of the first floor of the hotel, suddenly, a beautiful woman's voice stopped him behind him.

"School brother."

"!?"

When Li Yan heard this, he couldn't help but look back.

As a result, this slim senior Amano Tokoko walked out holding a book and looked at him with a smile.

"Senior Sister Amano." Li Yan greeted for a moment.

"You are very good this time, a 10th place, a 98th place, all successfully entered the second round."

"It's not... the work with my own real name was almost eliminated?"

"This is no way. After all, there are more than 12,000 words in three hours. Even a professional journalist has a lot of difficulties. You have worked very hard, brother."

Toko Amano walked out of the hotel and said to Li Yan with a faint smile.

Li Yan was silent, and it was true, the conditions were a bit too harsh.

The night is as old, and the moonlight is like water, falling on the ground where there is no light in front of you, like frost and snow.

Finally, Toko Amano thought for a while, and said, "Scholar, in the second round, you can give up playing with your real name."

"!?" Li Yan was taken aback, looking at Toko Amano.

Toko Amano smiled without saying anything. She sat directly on the threshold of the building, put away her skirt, and slightly exposed the girl’s white legs. The spring breeze was wanton. Li Yan’s eyes didn’t know why, and she looked past instinctively. Knowing that the senior sister's body is limp, I just noticed that this senior sister also has a pair of literary legs.

"Come and sit down, brother."

"……Ok."

Li Yan was startled, hesitated for a moment, and nodded quickly.

In the grand hotel, there is not the slightest popularity, it seems that only their two students are here.

The night breeze was blowing, blowing the ends of this young girl's hair.