I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

"If it feels noisy, just open the window on my side." Shiina asked, looking at her.

"Um...no, you don't need to take care of me like a child, really." Aoyama Nanami noticed Shiina's true white concern, was slightly taken aback, and then became slightly dissatisfied, reminding him.

When I clearly knew each other, this roommate used even the washing machine as if a disaster struck, but half a year later, as a result, he is now aware of taking care of others.

"It's so late, how long do you have to stay up late?"

"One hour."

"Understood... It doesn't matter if you go to bed a little later tomorrow, but you have to get up before noon."

"Ok."

"By the way, I have a strong fan here. If you can, it's okay to sleep together."

Qingshan Qihai was lying on the soft straw mat. Fortunately, the hot summer night here was not too hot, and it was cool to sleep well. She also needed to cover a thin sheet to prevent colds. She immediately reminded her.

"Okay." Shiina Mashiro sat at the table, continued to draw on the drawing board, lowered his head to work, and responded.

"...It's weird, why is there still light on over there?" Qingshan Qihai was lying on the bed, suddenly realizing there was a light on the other side, and asked curiously.

Shiina Mashiro said, "That's Sherlock Holmes."

Aoyama Qihai looked at the other lights in silence, always feeling that it was quite hard to take both part-time work and study into consideration. As a result, seeing these two acquaintances who stayed up late to create, suddenly felt that his efforts were really not the bottom line of human beings... …

She held the doll, closed her eyes, and thought thoughtfully: "Creator, it's really hard work..."

The other side.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, Li Yan, who was typing on the keyboard, had almost the same eyes as Qi Hai, leaving behind a pair of panda eyes, but the difference was that he felt like a fairy, his hands were no longer his. With his hand, the line-by-line content on the screen is no longer what he wrote, but summoned from the fairy world, numbly writing.

"My eyes..."

Li Yan's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but his hand speed did not stop, and he tried to think about the plot while groaning in pain and muttering to himself.

"Sure enough... it's painful to write novels."

So, two days ago, I shared with that group of students from Xuqiu branch school about how happy it is to write novels. Almost all of them are fake. I really shouldn’t have said this irresponsible thing to this group of students... and even let them plunge into this dirt "quagmire"...

Li Yan was swaying, almost falling on the table, his hands still beating on the keyboard, and when his consciousness was really vague, he had to express the resentment about ten times a day. Once again, faintly came out of his mouth. ...

...

[Oh, oh—oh! ! ! 】

Suddenly, a **** crowed, causing Li Yan to open his eyes suddenly.

At this moment, it was already 7:30 in the morning, and as always, it was the biological clock time for Li Yan to wake up.

"..."

I accidentally fell asleep again.

Li Yan got up. Although he was still a little tired, he was full of energy. This time, even the noise of frogs outside the window did not disturb his sleep time. He even had no memory of how he climbed onto the bed.

It was another early morning, and Li Yan had already arrived in this Xuqiu Village, and it was already the fourth day.

Although I have encountered many trivial things in the countryside these days, Li Yan did not feel disgusted. Fortunately, the air here is rich in oxygen, which can make people sleep less and not be too exhausted.

Moreover, the writing effect in these three days is really fruitful. I have left the bustling and noisy Tokyo, and I am more focused on my attention while writing in the countryside scenery where I can relax myself, plus the content I wrote before, I have basically completed it. Half the progress.

In another week, the eighth volume is just around the corner before the end of the summer vacation.

Today was the day when Shiina Mashiro and Aoyama Nanami left. After a short stay for one day, Mashiro came here just to see him after a month. As a result, the school opening ceremony will be held tomorrow, so I must rush back today.

After a hurried trip back and forth, in the end, whether he is really white or really white, except for a good meal and gathering, he basically spends his time at work. It seems that the time is a bit too rush.

Just as Li Yan was thinking about whether he wanted to sleep again or go for a walk, he heard a familiar voice from the doorway.

"Hello everyone!!" Fujinomiya Kumi led the team in the village, opened the door, raised his hand and cheered.

"Here..." Li Yan narrowed his eyes, sat on the bed, and said silently.

As always, turn off the computer first, but when he encountered the computer, Li Yan realized that it had been properly turned off, and then the light in the room was also properly turned off. However, Li Yan had no impression at all. Without thinking about it, he wrote the first draft. Tuck it into the cupboard with a few spare keyboards, and then go out to greet the guests.

"Teacher, let's hand in our homework!"

Lianhua in the palace also shouted.

"Um, I didn't finish writing until twelve o'clock last night..." Koshigani Xiahai wiped his eyes while yawning, and whispered.

"If it's not like this, you will be punished by the teacher to copy all the novels written by everyone three times today." Koshigu Xiaoju said with a straight face.

"So, writing novels is boring, isn't it..."

"Long words, don't talk nonsense in front of the teacher."

A group of people appeared to be a little noisy and came to the edge of the stairs. As a result, Li Yan walked down the stairs after changing his clothes.

"What happened today..." Li Yan asked as he walked down the stairs.

However, halfway through the question, suddenly in the crowd of people, I saw a strange figure who seemed to be bound to one another.

"what……"

Walking at the end, the black-haired girl holding a small book was taken aback for a moment. She looked at the young man on the stairs and recognized the passerby who accidentally bumped into the village on the first day of the move. .

"Very... Nice to see you again." The polite girl bowed slightly and whispered.

"Hello there."

Li Yan nodded and said.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh, the teacher met Firefly." Xiahai Yuegu looked at Li Yan and said.

"Teacher, do you already know the Hotaru who just moved in?" Fujinomiya Kishi asked in a little surprise, and he knew the new girl sooner than they did. It was really too fast.

"No, no, it's just a bump on the road, and I don't know the name yet." Li Yan shook his hand and explained.

This girl with a slightly mature temperament smiled and said, "Yes, my name is Hotaru Ichijo (Roman accent: hodalu), in the fifth grade of elementary school. I just transferred to this school the day before yesterday. I heard from the teacher that I wrote a good novel It will be handed over to Mr. Uesugi for review on Sunday, so I came here with everyone. I’m sorry."

This girl named Ichichi Firefly looked gentle and elegant. At first glance, she was a gentle, mature and polite girl. When Li Yan was overwhelmed by this group of Xuqiu branch students, she looked like A breeze is generally calming.

"..."

"Wait, wait a minute?!"

Li Yan was originally with a happy mood and suddenly realized that some of the details in a firefighter were not right, and he opened his eyes wide, and asked: "What, what are you talking about, are you in 5th grade?!"