I Am a Light Novel Master in Japan Chapter 315

... Li Yan had a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. Anyway, he had never seen an ordinary reader. At present, Aoyama Nanami seemed to be the most ordinary book fan.

"By the way, Qingshan, do you have any other favorite novels?" Li Yan was a little curious about whose works his readers would read, so he asked.

"There are... such as Senjumura Sei-sensei's Fantasy Demon Sword Den, and Eguchi's Osaka Love Story... It's just that Eguchi-sensei always doesn't do his job properly and likes to criticize other people's works on the Internet too much. He is simply a troll." His first career is the same. By the way, Uesugi...senpai, do you have other careers? I always delay the update, and I have been criticized in the same way by others."

Nanami Aoyama talked about that bad writer, and she was a little disappointed and helpless. Then she remembered her doubts and asked curiously.

"..."

Li Yan was slightly stunned and did not speak for a moment.

For some reason, when he talks about not doing his job, what comes to his mind is the scene of using a shovel to chop up corpses all day long, using a shotgun to spray murderous dolls, and fighting fiercely with Shura with a spear...

"...No, I'm still studying. Time is always tight. There's nothing I'm doing that's not my job." Li Yan explained with a ghostly expression on his face.

Aoyama Nanami nodded, feeling that it made sense. After all, no one knew that the first-line author Uesugi En was still a college student.

Li Yan looked at the time on his phone and realized that he was running out of time.

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

Li Yan took the coffee and returned to the computer. He sat there and started typing again while continuing to talk to her a little.

"Life is unfair. Regardless of talent, family, appearance, or even simple limbs, some people are excellent, while others are average or lacking."

Li Yan's face flashed on the computer screen, and he said with emotion: "But your voice is very nice. Although you occasionally have an Osaka accent when you speak, this may also be the accent that makes you famous. There will be opportunities, in the world There is no such thing as the only opportunity. It’s just that some people take opportunities too seriously, so it’s called the only one. For example, taking the college entrance examination is said to be the only way to become a talent. As a result, a lot of cases at home and abroad of failing the college entrance examination and winning in life have long been overturned. This is the only way to say it..."

Qingshan Nanhai got up and looked at the back of Li Yan who was writing.

"What exactly is success? In the past, I probably didn't understand such a profound concept. A successful person in the eyes of others might just be a poor person who considers himself a loser. I think the meaning of career success is probably the most reasonable. The standard is to do a job that suits your ideals and make achievements in this career, that’s all.”

"In my memory... I probably wrote several novels. When I first started writing, I was directly targeted by trolls. I worked hard on hundreds of thousands of words, but the results were rejected, the results were disappointing, and I was dismissed. Whether it's malicious attacks, poor performance, and editors are indifferent, isn't this situation and mood the same as when your audition was rejected? Of course, your opportunities will be harder to find, but animation companies will continue to recruit voice actors with outstanding voices. If a student joins, the opportunity is still to start over. However, it depends on how you treat your dream. I regarded myself as a writer from the beginning. Although I positioned myself as a part-time worker at the beginning, but..."

Li Yan stopped typing, turned around, looked at her calmly with his see-through eyes, and asked: "Since I am a writer, I should be like a TikToker, tortured and tortured by novels while at the same time... I continue to create happily... no matter how much pain I, a TikTok author, can bear and enjoy... I think this is a kind of success."

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

Once upon a time, there was a cartoonist who died suddenly in his studio in Japan in the 1990s. His comics were cut in half, or the entries in the competition could only win consolation prizes. Later, although he reluctantly made it into an anime, he still couldn't escape being cut in half. With his fate, all the money he earned was reloaded into his creative studio, but he was left penniless. However... no one in his field ever considered him a loser. He fell on his way to continue struggling. No one in the world can call him a loser. He is a successful person when he is happy and struggling.

Those you love will fight endlessly.

"..." Nanami Aoyama recalled the piece of news about cartoonists she had seen by chance. As a result, in her consciousness, Li Yan, Eiriri, and Mashiro were working hard to create in front of her, doing the work they loved like crazy... That scene The memory of the scene stimulated her heart.

She always thought that she should not treat herself as a seiyuu if she was not selected... However, from the beginning, they regarded themselves as an insider, and failure was just one of the setbacks in their career.

In the dark night, in the quiet single apartment room, Nanami Aoyama was silent for a while, Mashiro drew his own comics, and Li Yan wrote his novel. However, that voice broke the tranquility of the night.

"Thank you, senior, Mashiro...I probably know how to feel about facing my dream. As expected, people who have dreams are very happy."

Li Yan stopped tapping again, and Shiina Mashiro also stopped painting.

"Good night." Nanami lay down and whispered.

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

"...Good night, Miss Voice Actor."

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

"Eh?" Kagurazaka Iris twisted it hard, but it just couldn't be opened.

"Hey, teacher, open the door. Don't think that just by locking the door, you can postpone it. The time is up!"

Kagurazaka Iris knocked on the door hard and said angrily.

But then, it seemed that because the sound was too noisy, there was a coughing sound from the neighbor, which made her afraid to shout again.

——[Ding dong! 】

At this time, Kagurazaka Iris suddenly received a text message on her phone, and what she saw was a message from Li Yan, which read: [Twelve o'clock is impossible, and publishing without finishing is too dangerous. So I finished it probably around two-thirty, sorry editor. 】

"Okay, you old thief, you actually use this kind of slutty tactics to deal with me, I really underestimate you." Kagurazaka Iris scolded in a low voice with a dark face and extremely angry.

She sighed, and then called to ask about the situation at Kashiwagi Eiri. However, she heard the sound of "The user has turned off the phone" in her ears. She covered her forehead with a headache and was completely helpless.

No one can predict the fate of the future. Every new creation and submission is a thrilling leap. The seventh volume of Li Yan, known as the master, is finally approaching completion with gradual efforts...

Is it the end of the master's myth, or is it just the beginning of the old thief's myth? When the printer keeps spitting out newly written manuscripts, and finally spits out the last one, this future has already come to an end.

Chapter 185 Attending the Cartoonist’s Banquet

4:20 pm, Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo.

Summer is the season to take shelter from the rain, especially as June approaches, when the typhoon is about to come. The sky is gray and a bit depressing, and the sultry air seems a bit uneasy. It seems that there is no way to escape the light to moderate showers in the recent period.

A bicycle parked on the side of the road. The young man who was returning home from school took out his mobile phone and clicked on it to read the text message sent by [Kagurazaka Iris]. The content was a routine of what he had just written last night. Notify him of the release date of Volume 7.

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

Li Yan's mood became a little complicated. He put away his mobile phone and continued riding to his apartment building.

"Are you planning to rain again? My clothes haven't dried yet."

The bicycle was safely placed in the bicycle parking space next to the apartment building. Li Yan frowned and stared at the sky, complaining quietly in a low voice.

The dark circles under his eyes are still prominent, but after four or five hours of sleep last night, his energy has been greatly restored.

Last night, after working hard all night for several days, he almost forgot how he completed the final novel. When he regained consciousness, he realized that he had fallen asleep on the table and had just woken up. I thought I hadn't finished writing, and I was scared to death.

As a result, he remembered that he had finished all the first drafts, printed them out habitually, and after sorting them out, he finally lay down and fell asleep due to exhaustion. At about three o'clock last night, Kagurazaka Iris received a message from Eiriri. After getting the illustrations, he returned here and was welcomed in by Mashiro Shiina. He took away the manuscript without waking him up. At three o'clock in the morning, he had handed all the manuscripts to Sanwa Bunko.

The next time is naturally waiting for the publication, waiting for the seventh volume that he has worked so hard to rewrite, and what kind of result it will be.

As for Qingshan Nanami, it seems that she took yesterday's anti-fever medicine. After a peaceful night's sleep, her fever has completely subsided. She is still a little weak today and will probably be able to go to school by Friday.

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 famous works fell into a "silent period", so along with Li Yan's own Twitter, fewer and fewer people started to leave messages there.

Li Yan stood at the door of the apartment building. He felt slightly nervous. He didn't know whether the release of the seventh volume in June would be successful. He didn't expect good results, at least he didn't encounter Waterloo.

"Oh, what a coincidence."

Suddenly, a girl's voice came from behind Li Yan. Li Yan was slightly startled. He looked back and found that it was Gabriel who had come home from school.

Gabriel was wearing a blue and white summer school uniform, with messy hair as always and a listless expression on his face, holding his schoolbag and looking at him.

"...Welcome back, you had a good class today, that's great." Li Yan was a little stunned at first, looked at Gabriel with some surprise, and then said with a smile.