I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

The school in front of us is a Japanese-style building with only one storey. It seems to be a bit old. It hasn’t even been paved with concrete. The school’s playground is a bare ground surrounded by dense green hills. Although the quality of the house is pretty good, Obviously felt a breath of depression.

Li Yan remembered the time when he was in elementary school. The conditions seemed to be similar to this place. However, his memory of elementary school was not happy. Because he had no parents, he was rejected and cast aside in the slang of classmates’ parents. The teacher’s problematic children, If it weren't for studying diligent, maybe there would be no place in the school.

"Yo Xi, what are you going to play, dodge the ball?!"

Suddenly, when Li Yan was standing outside the school gate and watching the Japanese village school, a girl's hearty shout came from the gate.

In the hustle and bustle, the figures that rushed out suddenly made Li Yan stunned.

And that group of students, who inadvertently saw the figure carrying a few bags at the school gate, were suddenly taken aback.

"Ah! Isn't this one of Kang Na's [Snail Eating Novelist]?!" Yuegu Xiahai held the dodge ball, looked at Li Yan, and asked with some surprise.

"..." Li Yan immediately stared at this middle school girl who seemed a bit naughty and annoyed. From the crowd of people, he probably noticed the frustrated outside. Who made the number?

Xuqiu branch school is a public school jointly established in these villages of Xuqiu. Surprisingly, although the school is not big, the students in it are surprisingly few and pitiful. In a school, there are only Four students. And not only that, because of the serious problem of declining birthrate, this school still gathers all elementary and middle school students in one classroom for teaching.

Renko Miyauchi, a first-year elementary school student, Koshigaya Natsumi, a first-year girl, Koshigaya Koju, a second-year junior, and Taku Katsuya, a third-year junior. The three children of Yuegu Xuezi that Li Yan had just met were all in the same classroom.

"Ah...you are welcome to visit, Mr. Uesugi."

After hearing the commotion outside, a teacher here walked out to take a look, only to see someone who was both strange and familiar, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said.

Even more coincidentally, the only teacher who works here is his landlord here, Ichiho Miyauchi!

Li Yan, who originally realized that it would be troublesome to have a relationship with this group of children, was entangled before he could leave.

"Meow Pass!" The youngest girl with the same look and tone as Conna stretched out her hand and shouted.

It seems that Kang Na, who left last night, met with this same grade of Miyauchi Lianhua, which caused this group of high school students, middle school students and elementary school students to come to his room to watch the farce of his first draft.

——【Master Uesugi, today I have someone who wants to show you. 】

That night, two girls with almost exactly the same eyes stood together, and then Conna introduced her new playmate Miyauchi Renka to him.

—— [This one is Miyauchi Lianhua, I want to play with her in the future. 】

Kang Na said to Li Yan with pleading eyes.

This method of introduction is indeed the scene of everyday children introducing their friends to their parents, but Li Yan always felt a little inexplicable at the time.

However, by the way, the name of this innocent and splendid little girl with double ponytails and blue hair is the same name as a familiar acquaintance he knows like a Japanese doll.

"...What a coincidence, Ms. Miyauchi." Li Yan greeted the Miyauchi Ichiho, who was wearing a costume similar to Shizuka Hiratsuka, slightly embarrassed. His words implied all kinds of ingenuity.

"Teacher, this is what I told you, Kang Na-chan's guardian, a writer who writes novels in the room." Koshigaya Xiahai introduced and said.

"Xia Hai, don't talk nonsense!" Koshigaya Xiaoju, who was short on the side, noticed Li Yan's dark face, and hurriedly stopped Koshigaya Xiahai's endless introduction.

"That's it." Miyauchi nodded, and suddenly realized that his identity as a guest became more and more difficult to guess. At first, he thought he was a rich second-generation who likes racing, but later he felt that his personality was quite easy-going and civilian. Now Suddenly the identity of a novelist emerged.

"So, is Mr. Uesugi interested in holding a special class for the students, and teach you how to write novels?" The Miyuchi Ichiho, whose eyes were narrowed into a line, smiled and proposed to ask.

"Teaching?! No, no, no, forget it, writing novels or something, how can you teach?" Li Yan was taken aback, and suddenly shook his head and refused.

Miyauchi Ichiho then said leisurely: "Well, it doesn't matter. The students here have always lacked a lot of life resources to understand the outside world. It's good to be a social observation class."

"Well, I'm actually very interested in seniors writing novels. I haven't seen anyone around me write novels yet." Koshigu Xiaoju leaned his hands behind his waist and said with a smile.

"Let's watch others write novels too!" Miyauchi Lianhua was excited, her eyes gleaming, and her small fist clenched.

Li Yan was silent for a while, and finally, he saw that their eyes were quite curious and sincere. Perhaps the one who was about to reach the drinking age was a bit too sensitive, so he sighed softly, looked at them and said, " So, in order to repay everyone's kindness in helping me clean up yesterday, let me explain to you the novel a little bit."

※※※

After about ten minutes, the class break is over.

At this time, Li Yan was invited to the class by Miyauchi Ichiho. He stood on the podium, facing four tables and four students. He never thought that one day he would be called [teacher] by teacher Xia Shizi. , And finally became a temporary classroom teacher one day.

"So, let me start by saying that there are many types of novels, and their definitions are very vague. As far as the two categories are concerned, they can be divided into classic novels and entertaining novels, and what I write is entertaining novels. ..."

Li Yan began to explain the history and genre of the novel, and finally quoted the type of novel he wrote himself. Although it was not clearly stated that it was a [light novel] genre, he still understood some of his own writing experience and story planning skills. Share with this group of Japanese rural students.

"The essence of writing a novel is to tell a story. Whether a story is good or not, there is only one key, and that is the question of whether it is interesting or not. No matter what your fantasy world is, as long as it is interesting, it is enough. Therefore, I personally think that with your heart His works are worthy of respect, but it does not mean that works such as novels or paintings need to be elevated to the point of being too deified and too sacred, and writing novels is written by oneself, there is basically no teaching at all, but You need to try your best to write what you think is interesting. As long as you write interesting, that’s it. That’s it, thank you everyone.”

After Li Yan calmly said to this group of rural students who seemed to be isolated from the world and pure in their hearts, after finishing the summary of the novel, as well as the fun and meaning, he bowed slightly and announced the end of the speech.

The four students in the audience were dumbfounded, not sure if they didn't understand, or if they listened interestingly, and they still didn't know what to say. After a period of time, there were sporadic applause, and the applause became more and more intense.

"..." Li Yan stood up straight, only to see interesting expressions on the student's face.

This is undoubtedly the first time that Li Yan introduced his views on novels in lectures, and it was the first time that he found that what he was talking about was regarded as interesting, and his heart was so satisfied.

"It's amazing. Although many places are actually a bit ignorant, I can feel that writing novels is a very interesting thing from the seniors' words." Koshitani Xiaoju said with an admiring smile.

"Yeah, we think it's very interesting!" Miyauchi Lianhua's cheeks flushed slightly, and said solemnly.

Li Yan's expression gradually became more relaxed, and suddenly felt that standing on this podium, passing on his understanding of things and knowledge to the students as a teacher, seemed to be quite meaningful.

This is also the second time he has participated in activities as a real teacher.

"Thank you Uesugi for his wonderful speech. It's not bad. I am so talented to be a teacher. What I said is really good. Then, do you have any questions to ask Uesugi?"

Ichiho Miyauchi sat on a chair beside her, looked at her students with a smile, and asked.

"Yes, yes, I have a question!" Koshigaya Xiahai raised her hand and asked curiously.

Miyauchi Ichiho, Koshitani Koju and others looked at Koshitani Natsumi, and Miyauchi Ichiho smiled and asked, "Oh, Xia Hai, what questions do you want to ask Uesugi-sensei?"

"Senior Uesugi, Xiao Xiaoju read your novel last night. When I came back, I said that there are many typos and grammatical errors in your article. I want to ask, even if this is the case, can he be a novelist? "

Koshitani Natsumi really didn't understand this time, and asked curiously.

When Li Yan heard this, he was stunned, motionless.

[There are many typos and grammatical errors in your article...]

[There are many typos and grammatical errors...]

[Many typos and grammatical errors...]

"!!!" Suddenly don't know why, Li Yan felt a pain in his chest, causing him to cover his heart almost desperately, and the voice echoed a bit.

"No...no...it's not like this!!" Yuegu Xiaoju flushed, realizing the seriousness of the problem, and quickly shook his hand to explain: "I'm just talking casually, seniors, don't take it seriously, there is no other meaning... …"

It was obviously summer, but as it approached noon, Feng'er seemed a little bleak and deserted.

Miyauchi Ichiho looked at the back of the novelist who had left in a hurry, and was silent for a while, and said: "There are some flaws in writing novels. Well, everyone should try their best to learn Mandarin lessons. It should be a better help for writing novels, and Mr. Uesugi should hope to tell you this."