Worship the electronic moon and talk about cyber love

After submitting the novel directly to Tamura Yusuke's mailbox, he finally lay lazily on the bed.

"The next step is to wait for the seniors to dig out my new book."

After closing his eyes for a while, he quickly opened them again.

There is still homework to do today.

Hayakawa Haruna is indeed a qualified or even excellent teacher, and all the learning content assigned directly targets his weaknesses.

It was a bit difficult to do it at first, but as he gradually got used to it, his frown soon became more comfortable.

Intelligence +1 is somewhat effective, and it feels quite refreshing to be filled with knowledge.

He finally understood why some students were addicted to studying.

When everything settled, he raised his head and looked at the time on the computer.

It was already past eight o'clock at this time. Counting the time, Ishihara Rina should also get up.

He opened Twitter and found that his friend in the background had passed through at some point.

He decisively sent a record.

"Catch a night owl, Rina-san, why are you secretly using Twitter behind my back!"

……

[Location: Ishihara’s house]

Ishihara Rina sat on the chair, doing nothing but looking at the phone quietly.

She agreed to the application early, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see the person reply.

She couldn't help but wonder: "Is it really just a dream?"

The more she waited, the more she suffered, and the more she waited, the more disappointed she became.

Suddenly, a message popped up in the background: "Capture a night owl, Sister Rina, why are you secretly using Twitter behind my back!"

A rippling smile appeared on her face, she typed a sentence and then deleted it.

Then hit again.

Delete again.

After dawdling for a long time, she felt as if she was still dreaming, trembling so much that she couldn't utter a word.

Damn it, damn it, Ishihara Rina, why are you so useless?

Didn’t you reply to him directly in the dream?

She almost wanted to tell him her home address directly.

But after thinking about it, timidity came back to me.

It's precisely because I know... that I can't say it out loud!

That is the groom of my dreams!

……

When Asaba Kazama takes a break from his busy schedule, he always checks his cell phone.

I just don’t know why, even though I have been approved as a friend, Rina Ishihara never replies.

"Is there something wrong with the simulation?" Qian Yufengjian was a little worried.

Could it be that something happened to her?

He was a little irritated. Looking at the messages sent by unknown people in the background, he started to click on them one by one.

The number of private chat messages hanging above looked too annoying, and he, who had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, couldn't stand it.

Clicking and clicking, he suddenly saw an account named [Lily doesn’t want to write a book], and the account responded like this:

"Dark Tyrannosaurus Warrior, do you know how to submit a light novel?"

Asaba Kazama:?

Don't tell me this is Lily Garcia.

After thinking for a moment, he replied: [Send directly to the editor's email address, especially Tamura Editor Co., Ltd. of Dengeki Bunko]

Before he could say more, his cell phone rang.

I glanced at the screen and saw a phone number I hadn’t seen before.

After the connection, a deep voice spoke: "Hello, I am the editor of Dengeki Bunko, Yusuke Tamura. Are you Mr. Asaba?"

"Yes, Editor Tamura called me this late at night. Are you still reviewing the manuscript at night?" Asaba Kazama said with a smile.

He didn't expect that the senior would react so quickly.

It's late at night and I'm still reviewing the manuscript.

It seemed that he was on the right track when it came to "taking the bait".

Chapter 34 Qianyu Kazama is a god!

On the other end of the phone, Tamura Yusuke’s voice was clear:

"Teacher Qianyu, I took a quick look and found that the new book you submitted to the mailbox is very in line with the requirements of our Dengeki Bunko. If you don't mind, I wonder if you can come to Dengeki Bunko tomorrow morning to sign the licensing contract.

If you are in the following cities or counties, I will send you an electronic version of the contract. After you sign it, just mail it directly to our Dengeki Library. "

"I'll go to Dengeki Bunko in the afternoon. I'm in Tokyo now."

"That would be great. By the way, I have one thing to ask you. Did you draw the illustration at the beginning of "The Reincarnation of Succubus" yourself?"

"Yes."

"You are an illustrator whose level is far beyond the ordinary. If I don't delay your coding and you are responsible for the illustrations of your own novels, you may have unexpected surprises." Tamura Yusuke said seriously.

Qianyu Kazama nodded subconsciously.

That's why he went straight to illustration first.

Head start!

Even if you are a recent graduate, you all know how to prepare a good-looking resume for yourself. How could he, who is just starting out, not know how to instantly attract attention among thousands of flowers?

"Of course there is no problem. I trust the aesthetics of Dengeki Bunko editors."

Tamura Yusuke was silent for a moment, his voice seemed to be three points lower, and he said:

"Teacher Qianyu, you should be well-known in the illustrator world, right? With all due respect, given the level of your illustrations, we may not be able to give you a satisfactory price. The editor-in-chief and other illustrators will also have objections."

Qianyu Kazama snorted softly.

Come on, come on, this is the answer he wants.

He said calmly: "It doesn't matter. Just pay the price you can give me. Just think that I am paying for my dream. I still have a little confidence in this book."

Editor Tamura breathed a sigh of relief. Based on his intuition from many years of work, this book, combined with the specially customized illustrations, may become a hit.

But as he said, Dengeki Bunko cannot afford such a high price. He said in a gentle voice:

"I don't know how long it will take you, Mr. Qianyu, to draw such an illustration. Will it delay your time in writing a novel?"

"Of course not." Qianyu Kazama said flatly, "It only takes half an hour to draw an illustration of this level, which is not as long as the time it takes me to type."

"Half~half an hour?"

……

[Location: Dengeki Bunko Editorial Department]

Tamura Yusuke put down the phone, took a screenshot of Asaba Kazama's illustration, and sent it to a colleague on the side.

"Wow, what an amazing painting."

Another editor who was still working overtime poked his head out of his desk and shouted to Tamura: "Tamura, which teacher's masterpiece is this? I'm going to see if there are any pornographic pictures."

He looked at Yusuke Tamura sitting at his workstation thoughtfully, so he said, "What's wrong, Tamura, you look like you're scared?"

"This painting was painted for his own work by an author who just submitted a manuscript to me."

"So awesome! What great teacher wants to go ashore and actually chooses to do it himself and paint such a painting? It must be very hard!"

"I don't know who it is, it should be an old author who has been writing light novels trying to restart it. The writing style is quite experienced, not like a newcomer.

But he

I'm a little concerned about what you just said. "

"Ok?"

"He said it would take him half an hour to paint such a painting."

The editor was stunned, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Don't be joking, Tamura, you can't believe this.

We also have to deal with that group of illustrators. Others don’t know it, but you and I don’t know it either?

For illustrations, it does not take much time to draw an exquisite character, but it is not an easy task to ensure that the character is exquisite, the colors are rich and eye-catching, and the movements are beautiful and eye-catching. "

"Yes." Yusuke Tamura was secretly shocked, "Some people have been drawing for several years, and the illustrations they draw will give people a 'dirty' feeling."

"More than that, look at the use of colors, it's amazing! Look at the background, it's elegant, it's so elegant! Is this something that can be done in half an hour?"

Tamura Yusuke pondered, this is really hard to say.

Teacher Qianyu's words just now were too calm and too natural.

He asked cautiously: "Nippori, what if he really did it in half an hour?"

Editor Nippori turned his head in surprise, thought seriously for a moment, sighed and said:

“Painting requires skills, but some people are born with such abilities. For them, areas that take ordinary people half a lifetime to touch may be their starting point.

Every illustration of this level is a pleasure. If it is as you say, that teacher Qian Yu can really do it..."

"It should be very powerful!"

Editor Nippori shook his head and said: "No, it's not very powerful, it's a god! But..."

He raised his head and said calmly: "There can be no God in this world."