I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

"...No, I'm going back probably today. It's just a little bit late. If you go through the formalities, you will go through the formalities with Miss Miyauchi. By the way, Miss Kaga, what kind of food did you use to worship the shrine in the past? And pastries?"

When Li Yan answered, he suddenly realized the details of asking the local people for intelligence, and he tried to figure out the preferences of the land god, so it would be more direct and accurate to ask the answer directly.

"Eh, do you want to pay a visit when you leave?" Kagayama Kaede asked.

Li Yan hesitated for a while, then smiled and said, "Yes... after all, I am also half a resident here."

This sentence made Kagayama Kaede quite like it. Naturally, she also hopes that more honest people will live in the village, and it will be more lively and better. She has received a lot of tourists, and this is the first time she has heard someone feel this way. Said: "Yes, the cakes made by the Sanfu dim sum shop in the city are quite delicious. They have always been offered as tribute to the gods. However, the journey is a bit far away, and it takes two hours to go back and forth, which is a little troublesome..."

"I always think there is nothing wrong, Miss Kaga, can you give me the address?" Li Yan immediately felt that the other party seemed to like to eat such cakes, his eyes widened and asked.

As a result, after Li Yan bought some mineral water and snacks, he left with the address.

By the way, I will do some business for her. Kaga Sanfeng feels that this person's heart is quite careful. From all aspects, I probably understand why such a person will come in and let Fujinomiya Kishi, and a few others. The little devil who has never seen a boy of the same age always runs to harass others.

"...But in such a heavy rain, you still have to visit the God of Wealth... Is there a custom in China to worship God when you come and go? If you can improve the business situation of the shop after visiting, I'll try it a little bit too. Up."

Kagayama Feng quietly looked at Li Yan's departure direction, thinking.

It takes almost four hours to go back and forth from Asahi Hill to the city. Asahi Hill is good in everything. Only this is not Japanese. For Japan, where there are many convenience stores and restaurants, it rarely benefits the rural areas of Japan, so Asahi Hill The village is similar to that in the United States. In two weeks, I will drive to the city to purchase a lot.

【Boom...】

The dull and flickering thunder and lightning roared fiercely in the sky, the heavy rain in the sky became more and more intense, the dim sky was a little unclear on the road conditions, the number was shaking, and the whole earth was a little shaken.

A Toyota Supra was driving on a winding mountain road in the wind and rain, but Li Yan, who was sitting in the cab, also began to feel that his eyes were a little blurred, dizzy, weak in his limbs, and felt like he was about to catch a cold and fever.

"Ha...Ha..."

He panted slightly, feeling his forehead hot, secretly feeling bad. In the past two weeks, he stayed up all night writing and finally finished the eighth volume, but it seemed that his body was a little overwhelmed. It was just a few hours of rain that caused him to catch a cold.

It took about two hours, and it was almost time to return to Xuqiu. I thought it was a trivial matter, but it got so troublesome...

Lianhua, and the farewell gifts from the Koshigaya sisters and others, were all bought and placed in the car. After probably helping with such things, the course of his light novel teacher could be regarded as an end.

He supported his body slightly and was driving on a mountain road with eighteen bends. When passing a turn, suddenly, the tires were unable to grasp the ground because of the speed of the car because they were too fast, and they pierced the ears. Li Yan’s [咵咵] floated directly, Li Yan was shocked, and immediately turned the steering wheel back. In the end, in the chaos, the whole car slammed directly into the guardrail on Li Yan’s side...

"Oh, it's been a long time to change the tire?! supra!" Li Yan watched his car slide to the side of the guardrail, thinking in astonishment.

【lb--! ! ! 】

In the mountain road, there was a heavy metal collision.

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The heavy rain has gradually subsided.

The mud-stained Toyota Supra slowly stopped on a road in the village, and the vehicle did not show any scratches. In the world of black rain, when turning, the Supra suddenly burst into a powerful force, like a jet. The body and guardrail were repelled, and after a section of the highway guardrail was directly removed, the vehicle rotated several times on the highway before stopping.

Heavy rain, coupled with lack of energy, led to instability in speed control, and tires were not changed in the last mountain race, which almost caused some rubbing accidents.

Now that the heavy rain subsided, after Li Yan got out of the car, he took out the tribute cake he had prepared. As a result, he opened a slice, only to find that all the cakes inside were broken...

It can be said that going out is not going well.

Now I have absolutely no way to help Lianhua recover the souvenirs Conna gave her. He was leaning on the car wet, looking at the pastry, not sure what to do next.

"teacher?!"

Suddenly, on a country road where the weather was clear after rain, a girl's voice asked in surprise.

"Fujinomiya?" Li Yan looked at her, looking a little surprised, and asked.

"What's the matter, sir? Why do you look so unwell?" Fujinomiya Kishi asked worriedly.

"Didn't you have a fever? It doesn't matter if you walk around in the rain?" Li Yan looked at her with some worry and asked.

"It's okay, my fever has gone. The teacher left the phone at my house, and you don't seem to be at home, so I will come out and look for you at Sister Ichiho when the rain subsides a little bit." Fujinomiya Kishi explained.

"...I'm sorry." Li Yan said with a hint of apology, taking the phone.

"Teacher, did you buy the cakes from the Fukuyama Pastry Shop?" Fujinomiya Kimi was taken aback, looking at the broken pieces of cake Li Yan was holding in his hands, and asked.

"But, it all seems to be broken like this. What does the teacher buy such cakes? Our village usually worships the desserts of the Fukuyama store."

"...It's used to pay tribute, but now it looks like it's too rude to pay tribute in this way... But now there is no way to find more delicious food. This way, it is really messed up." Li Yan looked at it. Asked while holding the cakes in the box.

"..." Fujinomiya Kushi looked at Li Yan with a little astonishment. Although it is not clear why Li Yan suddenly went to worship, I always felt whether it was because they suddenly had a fever and planned to pray for blessings, but they heard the tribute food. At the time, my eyes blinked, and he smiled randomly and said, "Who said no, teacher."

"??" Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, looking at Fujinomiya Mushi.

"The tribute to the gods is not just pastries. Every family can also provide delicacies. Isn't a dish cooked by the teacher a delicacy?"

The tightly dressed Fujinomiya Kishi shone in the sun, looking at Li Yan with a smile, and said, "Spiral sword, it's delicious."

...

In the end, when the rain passed and the sky cleared, Li Yan bit his head and gave the local Chinese delicacies he brought over to the little **** who was still waiting there. As a result, the other party did not seem to shy away from such food, and even knew what it was. How to eat.

After the mountain **** finished eating the food, he folded his hands together, and then returned Kang Na's horn to Li Yan as promised.

Then, Li Yan learned from the words of this **** that this corner has the attributes of thunder and lightning. It is not clear whether it can avoid lightning or attract thunder. As a result, this little **** has studied it carefully, and it can be seen in general. It was not after the mine recruited the item that he was willing to return it to Li Yan.

——【Li, as always, it’s delicious. Now you have become...very warm. Oh, you are also full of hard work in this world. Come on... I have always been behind you. 】

This was a word full of nostalgia left by the mountain **** when he delivered the item to Li Yan. At that inadvertent moment, Li Yan seemed to see the other party’s black hair, exposed from the wrapped headscarf. It was so beautiful, but it was like an illusion. He didn’t see the other party again in a blink of an eye...

"..."

If the story in the dream is true, Li Yan can no longer find the final answer to this story, but in the end, he just understands that after losing everything, he has been loved ever since...

Uesugiyan’s country writing came to an end.

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At 9:40 in the morning, Chiba Makuhari Messe, Tokyo.

"Ok……"

Kagurazaka Ayame stared at his laptop, carefully reviewing the "Super Academy War-Volume Eight", which had been edited and prepared for the final official publication. Almost at four o'clock in the middle of the night, she was almost completely drowsy and has been audited until now.

The first time is to quickly understand the plot, the second time is to feel the wonderful content of the novel, and the third time is to figure out whether Uesugiyan's plot arrangement has a negative impact on the subsequent writing.

As a result, after spending a lot of time reviewing it three times, with a concentrated look, the editor lady with slightly dark circles finally relaxed a little, and often breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no big problem with the plot and illustrations of the eighth volume of 150,000 words on the screen. She is still confident that with such ample time to edit, she will use the eighth volume to win the top ten of the sales list in September or even October. This is really thankful luck, and I don't know what mysterious power it is that will make Uesugyan, who has learned to drag manuscripts from the third volume, hand in a manuscript many days in advance for the first time. It is an unprecedented time.

"It's so good, so good, so happy..." the editor Kagurazaka Ayame smiled happily and said to himself.