I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

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

However, it happened that the name of this innocent little girl with double ponytails and blue hair was the same as the name of an acquaintance he knew as mysterious as a Japanese doll.

"...It's a coincidence, Miss Palace." Li Yan greeted the palace Ichiho, who was wearing a costume similar to Hiratsuka Jing, slightly embarrassed. His words implied coincidences in all aspects.

"Teacher, this is the one I told you, Kang Na-chan's guardian, the writer who writes novels in the room." Koshigu Xiahai spread his hands and introduced.

"Xia Hai, don't talk nonsense!" The short Yuegu Xiaoju noticed Li Yan's darkened face, and hurriedly stopped Yuegu Xiahai's incessant introduction.

"I see." Ichiro Miyauchi nodded, and suddenly realized that his identity as a guest was becoming more and more unpredictable. At first, he thought he was a rich second generation who liked racing cars, but later he felt that his personality was quite easy-going and civilian. Now Suddenly the identity of a novelist emerged.

"Then, is Mr. Uesugi interested in holding a special class for the students to teach you how to write novels?" This Miyauchi Ichiho with narrowed eyes suggested with a smile.

"Teaching?! No, no, forget it, writing novels or something, how can there be teaching?" Li Yan was stunned for a moment, then immediately 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, so it's better to use it as a kind of social observation class."

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

"Let's also watch other people write novels!" Gonguchi Lianhua became excited, her eyes sparkling, and she clenched her small fists and said.

Li Yan was silent for a while, and finally, he saw their eyes were quite curious and sincere, maybe he was too sensitive for someone who was about to drink alcohol, so he sighed softly, looked at them and said: " Then, in order to repay everyone's kindness for helping me with the cleaning yesterday, let me explain a little bit about novels to you."

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After about ten minutes, the class break was over.

At this time, Li Yan was invited to the class by the imperial palace. He stood on the podium, facing four tables and four students. He never imagined that one day, he would be called "Teacher" by Teacher Xia Shizi all the time. , and one day I really became a temporary classroom teacher.

"Then, let me first say that there are many types of novels, and the definitions are very vague. As far as two categories are concerned, they can be divided into classic types of novels and entertainment novels, and what I write is entertainment 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 the type of "light novel", he still shared some of his own experiences in writing novels and his story conception skills. Share with this group of students in rural Japan.

"The essence of writing a novel is to tell a story. There is only one key to telling a story well, 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. The works are worthy of respect, but it does not mean that works such as novels or paintings need to be elevated to a level that is too divine and too sacred, and writing novels is written by oneself, there is basically no teaching at all, but You need to do your best to write what you think is interesting, as long as it is interesting, and that's it. That's all, thank you."

Li Yan calmly told the group of rural students who seemed to be isolated from the world and pure-hearted. After finishing the generalization 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 stunned, not sure if they didn't understand it, or if it was interesting, and they were still unfinished. After a while, the applause became more and more intense.

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

Undoubtedly, this was the first time that Li Yan had introduced his own novels as a lecture, and it was also the first time that he found that what he was talking about was considered interesting, and his heart was so satisfied.

"It's amazing, although many things are actually a little ignorant, but from the words of the senior, you can feel that writing novels is a very interesting thing." Koshitani Xiaoju said with an admiring smile.

"Hmm, we think it's very interesting!" Gong Uchi Lianhua said solemnly, her cheeks blushing slightly.

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

This is also the second time that he has been active as a real teacher.

"Thank you for your wonderful speech, Mr. Uesugi. It's really good. You obviously have the talent to be a teacher. What you said is really good. Then, do you have any questions to ask Mr. Uesugi?"

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

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

Miyauchi Ichiro and Koshitani Xiaoju and the others looked at Koshitani Xiahai together, and Miyauchi Ichiro immediately smiled and asked, "Oh, Xia Hai, what questions do you want to ask Uesugi-sensei?"

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

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

When Li Yan heard this, he froze there, motionless.

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

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

[Many typos and grammatical errors...]

"!!!" Immediately for some unknown reason, Li Yan felt a pain in his chest, which made him cover his heart almost in pain, and his voice reverberated.

"No...no...it's not like this!!" Koshigu Xiaoju's face flushed, realizing the seriousness of the problem, he quickly waved his hand to explain: "I'm just talking casually, senior, don't take it seriously, there is no other meaning... …”

It was obviously summer, but as it approached noon, the wind seemed a little bleak and deserted.

Miyauchi Ichiho looked at the back of the novelist who left in despair after a hurried chat, and was silent for a while, then said, "Writing a novel will always encounter some flaws, well, if you try your best to learn Mandarin, It should be better for writing novels, Uesugi-sensei should be hoping to tell you this.”

"..." Koshigu Xiaoju, who was standing at the door, looked at the back with an uneasy expression. In the end, she recklessly judged whether she was hurt without knowing the novel written by this senior. this person.

However, when she listened to him talking about the interesting aspects of the novel, she almost felt that she could describe it as amazing. What she meant was not that his novel was boring...

The short-lived novelist's class was over, and Li Yan felt a little melancholy. After all, he was indeed a writer who made money with words, but Mandarin was the worst subject he learned in all subjects. Called "author", "author" this title?

"Huh..." Li Yan thought silently as he walked in the woods.

At this moment, it seemed that he had reached a place with signal coverage, and Li Yan's cell phone suddenly rang.

——【Ding dong! 】

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, stood on the side of the road, took out his mobile phone and looked at it. At this moment, an email was sent to his mailbox. After he opened it, Li Yan was a little surprised by that message.

——[Shina Mashiro: I have already returned to Japan. Now, I have heard the news from the editor and will come to Sherlock Holmes tomorrow. 】

Chapter 222 Students' [Fiction Project]

In summer, the small river flows slowly, and in the landscape of green mountains and forests, cicadas can be heard endlessly, and some unnamed potted flowers can always be seen on the roadside.