... 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, Qing Shan, 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 Chishou, and the love story of Osaka written by Eguchi... It's just that the teacher of Eguchi is always insecure, and he likes to criticize other people's works on the Internet too much. It's just that the talented person is him. It’s the same as his first job. By the way, Uesugi... As for the seniors, are there other jobs that are always delayed, and others have said the same evaluation a little bit."

Aoyama Qikai talked about the terrible writer, disappointed and helplessly scolded it, and then she remembered her doubts and asked curiously.

"..."

Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, and did not 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 tragedy with Shura with a spear...

"...No, I'm still studying, time has always been 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 returned to the computer with his coffee and sat there, restarting the codeword 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 emotion: “But, your voice is very good. Although occasionally speaking in Osaka accent, it 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. For example, college entrance examinations are said to be the only way to become a talent. As a result, a bunch 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 the **** is success... I probably didn't understand such a deep concept in the past. A successful person in the eyes of others may be 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 the result was depressing. Malicious attacks are good, the performance is messed up, and the editor is indifferent. Isn't this situation and mood the same as your negative audition? 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 from the beginning, although I positioned myself as a part-time job at the beginning, but..."

Li Yan stopped typing, he turned his head, those eyes that saw everything so calmly looked at her, and asked: "Since I am a writer, I should be like a trembling M. While being tortured by novels and suffering, while 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 to be a kind of self-deprecating, but Li Yan's words seem to be able to represent the mood of many creators.

Once, there was a cartoonist who died suddenly in his own studio in Japan in the 1990s. The manga has been cut in half, or the entries in the competition can only get consolation prizes. Later, even though he barely made it into anime, he still couldn't escape being cut in half. 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 could call him a loser. He was happy and struggling, and he was a successful person.

The beloved will fight endlessly.

"..." Qikai Aoyama recalled the cartoonist news that she had encountered by chance. As a result, in her consciousness, Li Yan, Ying Lili, Zhen Bai 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 single 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, and sure enough, people who have dreams are very happy."

Li Yan stopped beating once again, and Shiina Mashiro also stopped painting.

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

In the calm room, it was a long time before Li Yan responded in a low voice.

"...Good night, Miss seiyuu."

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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 surprised that the door was locked.

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

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

Kagurazaka Ayame knocked **** the door and said angrily.

However, immediately, it seemed that because the voice was too noisy, a coughing sound came from the neighbors, 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 said with a dark face, very angry, and whispered reproach.

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, 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 in Shinjuku, Tokyo.

Summer is the season for shelter from rain, especially when June is approaching, when the typhoon is approaching. The sky is gray and depressed, and the sultry air seems to make people feel uneasy. It seems that there has been a small to medium shower in the recent period and I am afraid that I can't escape.

A bicycle parked on the side of the road. This young man who came 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's mood became a little complicated. He put away his mobile phone and continued to ride to his apartment building.

"Are it raining again? My clothes haven't been dry all the time."

The bicycle was steadily placed in the bicycle parking area next to 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, writing hard all night for several days in a row, he finally 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, so I was so frightened.

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, naturally, is 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 subsided. 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 whether the sale of the seventh volume in June would be a success. He didn't want how good the results would be. 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 on her schoolbag.

"...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.