I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

"..." Ying Lili was about to close the door. After he said that, she was slightly startled and looked at Li Yan again.

This guy actually intends to take care of her...

Ying Lili smiled and said, "That's what you said, there is absolutely no problem with the cost of food, then dinner please!"

In this way, there will be no worries.

Ying Lili returned to her room, and the pressure in her heart suddenly eased a lot. She continued to study painting. Today, she must draw a work and send it to Uesugi teacher's mailbox.

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On the other hand, Li Yan's manuscript revision is fairly smooth sailing. He is increasingly confident that he can sell more than 120,000 copies of this book. It is only in terms of illustrations, but Kagurazaka Ayame has issued a copy of more than 1,000 words. The email to him indicated that the artist Sawamura hopes to continue to cooperate, and will re-draw all the illustrations in the fourth volume, and will send him several works for review these days.

Li Yan didn't mind, because he still admired Sawamura's unwillingness, and looked forward to the fact that this partner who had collaborated on the three-volume novel could really achieve this promise.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sender named Zecun finally sent him the first email.

After Li Yan unzipped the compressed package, he saw a scene where the protagonist used super powers to fight his opponent in the first round, drawing a fighting style.

"..."

After reading it, Li Yan was silent for a while, wrote down his own suggestion, and sent it back.

Of course, I rejected this work. Although the artist finally understood what he really needed, the artistic conception could hardly satisfy 30% of the original work.

The editing system just gave: [B] level.

"Speaking of it, it seems to be the first email conversation with Zecun. I am already the first-line illustrator of Sanhe Library. Why should I care so much about cooperation with me... It should be easier to give illustrations to other authors." Li Yan looked at Zecun's reply to the [understanding] text message, and then thought.

After all, big-name painters have a very bullish temper, and it is normal for them to throw a **** directly.

Knowing that at six o'clock, Li Yan had already gone to the kitchen to prepare food, but another email was sent.

Li Yan put down the kitchen knife and reviewed the illustrations sent over again. Whether it is the editing system or his personal judgment, they are all good works, but they do not conform to the judgment of the illustrations in this book.

Once again, I sent back a NO reply.

Suddenly, Li Yan was still sending, but suddenly heard Ying Lili's angry shout from upstairs.

"No way again, shamelessly Uesugi, what wonderful work do you need? Obviously you are already passionate enough! I really want to knock you down with this pencil!"

Perhaps the angry voice was so loud this time, Li Yan finally heard it.

"...What's the matter?" Li Yan raised his head in amazement.

However, his consciousness tells him that it seems that the world is a little small...

Chapter 17 A Friend Is Your Lie

It's six o'clock at night.

While Li Yan was studying the email from Zecun, suddenly there was a doorbell at the door.

With a guilty conscience, he immediately covered the notebook.

"Otaku Lee, open the door." Ying Lili shouted outside.

Li Yan realized that he hadn't cooked yet, but the rice was ready. He opened the door barefoot and saw Ying Lili with a tired face. It seems that she has been painting in her room for a long time, and her mental state is quite unstable.

"Excuse me," Ying Lili said when she saw Li Yan with a calm smile.

"No, you come in... By the way, I actually haven't started cooking yet, about ten minutes will do." Li Yan hurriedly turned around and said directly.

Ying Lili looked at Li Yan, always feeling that Li Yan didn't dare to look at her eyes.

It was indeed ten minutes. Li Yan brought out two fried fragrant sea fish and squid rolls, plus cauliflower, with a bowl of miso soup, as if it was specially made into Japanese style, but it was in Yinglili again. In front of the Anglo-Japanese girl, she felt a bit like a Chinese-Japanese mixed four.

"It's really your style, tonight's food." Ying Lili said.

"Really..." Li Yan looked at the Japanese cuisine he made, doesn't it look like it?

"Thanks, I'm actually hungry." Ying Lili said with a smile.

"...Really, please eat more." Li Yan said to Ying Lili with a somewhat unnatural smile.

Ying Lili looked at Li Yan curiously, and asked, "What the **** is going on with you, I always feel like you care about something, staggering my eyes."

Li Yan was sweating profusely, of course it was the sentence she scolded half an hour ago.

Shameless Uesugi... this name has almost become a specific word, and after he resumed his negative email to Sawamura, Yinglili responded. I have to say that he originally thought Sawamura was a standard otaku. But now think about it, Zecun may not be a fat house, not even a male, but also a female.

After all, he himself used a pseudonym as a pseudonym, which is quite normal in the creative world.

"Just now I heard you suddenly shout something shameless Uesugi, what's the matter?" Li Yanqiang smiled and asked.

"Did you hear that?" Ying Lili asked in surprise after eating a piece of fish.

Li Yan said, "You can hear it from the third floor to the seventh floor."

"...Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb the people, but I was so angry." Ying Riri said suddenly annoyed.

Li Yan asked, "Is it because of work again?"

"Yes, although I shouldn't tell you about the pressure of my part-time job, since you have asked, let me talk about it. Actually, I am working as an illustrator for a novel work." Ying Lili said.

At this time, Li Yan basically understood that his illustrator was actually upstairs.

"I was originally a painter of the Eighteen Forbidden artists, so I am still good at painting aesthetic styles and static illustrations, but the writer I worked with responded that my illustrations did not match his work at all, and now I have been revising myself. I hope to get the approval of that writer." Ying Lili seemed to be really hungry and gobbled up food.

Sometimes, the world is so small, an angel lives downstairs, and upstairs an illustrator who has been cooperating with him lives.

"But, I just sent him two illustrations in a row, and they were all passed off in the end. It's really disgusting. Although I know my paintings are really not passionate enough, I have been well received, haven't they? My work is really that bad. Is it?" Ying Lili complained.

"Probably... the other party felt that the style was too inconsistent, so I chose to deny it." Li Yan reminded him that there was a ghost in his heart.

"Is there? Actually, I think the plot of that book is a bit naive." Ying Lili said coldly.

This is the so-called mutual harm. In a dim estrangement, even though Li Yan was ridiculed in this way, he was helpless with Ying Lili.

"Let's eat, Miss Baimu, don't get angry anyway. I hope you will continue to communicate with that writer. After all, the other party is also considering your own work..." Li Yan said with a wry smile.

"Well...why do you think that Li Jun suddenly began to lean towards the writer? He obviously said last night that he didn't understand art or something." Ying Lili looked at Li Yan with a puzzled face and beautiful eyes blankly.

Li Yan hesitated and said, "This is because...understanding long live..."

I really don’t know how to calm the anger of this female painter. After more than a month of contact, Li Yan thinks that Ying Lili is still a good person. Although the dress is always a little strange, she is an approachable beauty. He is also a neighbor who knows how to care about others, so in all respects, Li Yan does not plan to fall out with Ying Lili.

"Yes, I think that writer also has his own reasons. Although he denied my work, it looks like he is still waiting for me to draw his satisfactory works. This is enough. I am not a weak person who always complains about myself. , I am Sawamura Spencer Eiri, so I won’t admit defeat." Eiri said with an arrogant smile.