I'm a Light Novel Master in Japan

Such a frenetic scene is equal to the interests and weight involved in her high-speed game.This kind of shock really made Ying Lili understand Li Yan's situation.

"..."

Ying Lili couldn't hear the shouts of that group of people repeatedly, and the noisy voice gradually couldn't reach the depths of her heart.

Amidst the cheers and shouts in the auditorium, the appearance of a figure attracted the attention of many audience members who knew him well.Ying Lili also saw it. It was a young man in a shirt, a mask, and a hat. The only thing that remained unchanged was his pair of indifferent eyes.

"Uesugi-sensei!?"

"Uesugi En came out, finally willing to come out!"

"Come on, old thief Uesugi!"

Finally, in the auditorium, people who knew Uesugi Yan roared like a landslide.

This figure seemed to have an indescribable magical power, not only the audience was commotioned, but also the elites in the queue were refreshed, each with their own ghosts.

——[Finally Ken came out, Uesugi Yan. 】

In the team, there were all kinds of meaningful smiling faces, and a thorn in the side of a certain intrusion into the forbidden area of ​​traditional literature was finally able to be pulled out in front of everyone.

Ying Lili, who was sitting in a group of people shaking hands, stared blankly at that figure.

"Otaku Li..."

Ying Lili looked at the figure that kept moving forward, but she couldn't make a sound, she sat there, looking at him like she lost her soul.

The one who made her leave and was left behind in the open space in the park.

That one stood there just to snatch her and Kasumigaoka Shiwa's powerless creator-dignified partner from Benizaka Zhuyin's trampling.

It's just that there is no one around him anymore, only himself is really left...

In the darkness, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu felt the pressure on Li Yan like Ying Lili, but Ying Lili looked at it and quickly lowered her head, which attracted Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu's attention.

"What's wrong with you, Sawamura-san?"

The reporters' cameras flickered in the darkness, and Li Yan heard cheers, but he looked around and couldn't recognize anything in the darkness, but the sounds of [beep, beep, beep] came one after another, as if many people he was familiar with came. .

Li Yan raised his head, his eyes became a little brighter.

"Enough..." Li Yan thought to himself.

The contestants sat in their respective seats. Li Yan was assigned to Area A this time, and was divided into a group with Hagi Cunling. In this time, in the list of fifty people, Li Yan was deliberately arranged by the organizer to the other side. To conceal his special identity.

"Uesugi Yan, this time you will definitely be eliminated to make up for your arrogant hype."

When a gentle young man named Mitsui Kaito, wearing glasses, passed by, he directly challenged him.

Li Yan looked at that person, he knew very early on that when he came here, he would meet traditional writers who hated him.After exposing his identity as Uesugi Yan, all the surrounding cast all kinds of eyes that don't welcome him as a shoddy author.Such discrimination is quite normal in the circle of a stubborn country like Japan, which keeps tea ceremony and flower arrangement intact.

"Hallow, Uesugi Yan-sensei."

Just after the literary youth named Mitsui Kaito left, another white contestant, a well-known American youth fantasy writer named Anderson, suddenly came to his side.

This young Caucasian man with a ponytail, brown hair, a somewhat sloppy appearance, but quite a personality showed a gentle smile and said: "I have seen your works, I am not like other Japanese, I like you very much I like your novels so much that I hold your novels every day, and I don’t want to let it go. I heard that you are going to participate in this competition, so I flew here from California, and I finally met you, Yan Uesugi..."

However, his eyes were full of interest and provocation, showing a sneer: "I admire writers who have the value of creating imagination, and I also like to compare with each other who will be more recognized by readers, my fantasy or yours, so, Don't relax, sir."

In the competition venue, there was a rather intriguing scene. At first, Mitsui Kaito, a prose writer who is very popular among female high school students, seems to have talked with Li Yan, and then it was the one who published a drama that would be adapted into a series The talented screenwriter Anderson also seemed to go there on purpose. The two favorites to win the championship were talking about something with Uesugi Yan, and there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"..."

Li Yan remained silent, never replying a word.

He knew that the top ten positions were probably threatened by the two of them.

The works of these two writers, Li Yan, have been studied later. Mitsui Kaito’s writing style is almost as beautiful as an illusion of reality, and the works of American young genius Anderson are also full of American-style heroic stories. No matter what, their writing Prestige does not need to participate in this kind of competition anymore.

After the staff began to guide the contestants to complete one by one, a hundred authors neatly waited for the topic to be announced on time at 8:00.

The reason why literary competitions are difficult to broadcast live like football sports is that during the three hours of limited time, limited questions, and burning the author's brainpower, readers can't see what they are doing at all, which will make the audience, even Friends and family also find it quite boring.

As a competition to commemorate the influential Japanese literary novel master Jiecun Mingtang, there is a natural rhythm. This time, the works of [-] powerful writers can be submitted in time, and they will be announced to the official website as soon as possible. Wait and see In general, a large number of judges will make comments, that is, the sooner you finish writing, the more chances you have to expose and qualify your articles and names, and to write works that best suit your artistic conception in the shortest time. Jiecun Mingtang, who has the most masterpieces, has the level of talent.

Therefore, Uesugi Yan, who has always been known for procrastinating and breaking chapters, participating in this kind of competition is simply an act of "self-destructing".

Time passed bit by bit, and finally, the 8:00 clock time finally arrived.

The bell rang again.

With the sound of two explosions in a row, the colored ball once again spat out a banner with titles written on both sides.

--【joy】.

"..."

Li Yan and others looked at it one after another. This topic really doesn't need any scenes, but they somehow feel that it is a bit difficult to write.

How to write a [-]-word work that reflects a sense of joy?

As soon as this topic came up, everyone including Shiina Mashiro and Kasumigaoka Shiwa went blank and didn't know how to describe it.

But in an instant, among the writers, a large part of the writers began to give vent to their writing.

A writer is a profession that imposes one's own delusion on the world and the audience. He is arrogant and confident enough. Once he has the inspiration he thinks, he will fully show his arrogant side to the judges and readers.

As a result, when the degree of completion of each writer was continuously broadcast live, stimulating the hearts of the fans, within an hour or so, someone completed the work and submitted it.