I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

【Snapped. 】

Li Yan heard something, and lowered his head to look along the sound.

A document bag fell from Yukinoshita Yukino's bag, and it could be seen that this was Yukino's work.

He bent down, picked it up, and opened the file bag curiously, intending to take a look at the contents inside.

——[Whose story is brought by Qingfeng ~ Only when the cherry blossoms are gone can I understand~ Only when the flowers are gone can I realize that you are always by my side...]

——[In order to revive the family business, Xia Sheng, a woman who has fallen in the family, seeks to participate in politics as a woman. After experiencing many insurmountable prejudices and political conspiracy, she finally creates a new woman with the counselor who accompanied her all the way. The era of being an official. 】

These manuscripts were all handwritten.

The handwriting is clear and fair, and there are dozens of sheets, including the story outline, character information, and the adaptation and substitution of historical events... Anyway, after simply reading it, Li Yan was surprised to find that the story written by Yukino Yukinoshita The depth and fun are not the same as last time.

"Eh?"

After Yukinoshita saw the two of Li Yan's classmates go back, when she turned to look at Li Yan, she saw that Li Yan was already flipping through her manuscript.

She was startled immediately, and looked at Li Yan who seemed to be listening intently, but she herself was a little difficult to disturb, so she had to remind: "Let me not say that the way you cater to old classmates like this, senior, will make people feel very uncomfortable. Don’t you feel shy to peek at other people’s work after asking?”

Li Yan was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized that he really needed to ask. He apologized and said, "I'm sorry... Thank you too, Second Miss, for helping me out."

Yukino Yukino had a helpless expression on her face, she sighed softly, but said no more.

"Second Miss, has your work been approved?"

Li Yan asked after getting a general understanding.

Yukino Yukino was silent for a while, then shook her head slightly, with no regrets on her face.

"Leave your manuscript to me this time. If this library does not accept it, I will give it to Sanhe Library for a try."

Li Yan continued to flip through the pages, analyzed it carefully, and said to Yukinoshita Yukino.

"?"

Yukinoshita Yukino hesitated for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"

"I quite like the story you wrote this time. It needs a lot of ancient prose and proverbs to modify the style of writing, and the quality of the story seems to be very good. It's too early to give up now." Li Yan said to her.

"……Is that so?"

Yukinoshita Yukino didn't react, she was silent for a while, then nodded, showing a faint smile: "Then please, senior."

If Uesugi Yan likes it, at least this work is not too much of a failure.

However, when Yukinoshita Yukino turned around and put Teacher Cat into the basket, in the drizzle, Li Yan turned to the last page.

The last page is a letter of intent for cooperation, all in printed characters, but on the signature column, there is Yukinoshita Yukino's real signature.

This handwriting is different from the previous foreword and outline handwriting, but if her name is written, it is naturally determined to be her handwriting.When it was time to sign, I signed with my left hand just in case.

However, I always feel that this kind of handwriting looks familiar...

"..."

Li Yan raised his head, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The rain and fog filled the air, and the streets were deserted. This pretty girl was still petting the cat quietly, with a faint but heartfelt love smile...

Chapter 397 The Girl in the Deep Sea (Preface)

Looking forward to the drizzle flying in the street, the dark clouds intertwined with the antenna, looking forward to the warm sunshine, so that the lonely people will no longer be alone.

This is the emotion expressed by a famous Japanese novelist about the rainy season.

The drizzle finally stopped after about [-] minutes, and the wet street was pitch black. With the old Japanese-style houses on both sides, a desolate moist cold wind was blowing on the side of the road. Walk in the clean residential streets.

Yukinoshita Yukino's long hair fluttered, and her cheeks were a little more bloody due to the cold wind. After finishing the interview, she was going to the station and then back to Chiba.

rustle……

The sound of leaves in the distance can still be heard clearly.

The girl's mind, no matter how complicated it is said to be, is actually quite simple, just like this wet and lonely scene with a faint hope.

The accumulated water on the street and under the trees still wet Li Yan and Yukinoshita Yukino who were walking on the street. Li Yan pushed his bicycle to the back and saw that the snow-white shirt of Yukino who was walking in front was slightly stained. It sticks to the back in the rain and dew, exuding an indescribable sense of youth.

"..."

Li Yan also looked at it more or less.

"wrong……"

"No, I must have misunderstood something."

Li Yan had a headache, thinking about a problem tangledly.

The handwriting... is indeed somewhat familiar.

The handwriting is very close to the only love letter he ever received. After all, it was the first love letter he received in his life. He naturally kept it well. It is still unclear who the other party will be, but when he is free, Just take a look, every Valentine's Day, encourage yourself, there are still people of the opposite sex who appreciate him in this world.

It's just that he never thought that the girl who wrote the love letter might be someone he knows.

It is even more impossible to realize that the unknown person who wrote the love letter would be...

Li Yan himself felt embarrassed, thinking: "I'm really a novelist, I'm so whimsical to the point of unconstrained imagination, Second Miss wrote me a love letter, I entrusted Second Miss and the others to investigate the origin of the love letter, but it was actually Second Miss I wrote it myself..."