A perfect life starting from a light novel writer

Hearing Song Lingjun's voice, Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, then returned to his usual calmness and smiled at her.

"Song, Song Lingjun? Hey, long time no see. Do you want to say hello to me?"

Seeing Xia Yan's indifferent expression and words, Song Lingjun felt inexplicably angry.

After all, Xia Yan was a competitive target that had been tormenting her for almost three months in Song Lingjun's heart.

At school, at home, in the evening, while studying, she will think.

What will Xia Yan's next work be, what direction will it go in creating, and what will be the quality of the new work?

Higher than Journey of Youth?

Or is it lower than Journey of Youth?

She hadn't seen Xia Yan for a month, but the name Xia Yan appeared in her mind countless times every day.

She thought that she and Xia Yan had met dozens of times at Tang Yin's house and played hundreds of games. It was like she and Tang Yin had become friends through getting along with each other during this time.

Also through this period of getting along, she can be considered half-friend with Xia Yan.

Although there is a strong competitive relationship between them.

But who knows, two people in the same school are only one teaching building apart. The distance between the two classes can be walked faster and can be walked in three minutes.

Xia Yan didn't come to her once for a whole month to discuss the topic of novel creation.

Today she was still here pretending to meet by chance and took the initiative to find Xia Yan to say something. Is this his attitude?

Himself, regard him as a competitor.

But it seems that he has no such idea.

"It's nothing, can't I say hello to you?" Song Lingjun's voice was cold, but there seemed to be a hint of resentment.

Xia Yan smiled.

"sure."

Xia Yan walked forward along the street, and Song Lingjun followed closely, walking side by side one meter away from him.

"How is your gaming prowess going?" Xia Yan suddenly said.

The sunset was orange, and on the road in the evening breeze, Song Lingjun's soft hair fluttered slightly on her shoulders, and her fair side face was also covered with a layer of gold by the eyes.

"Not at all." Song Lingjun's expression froze when he heard this.

To be honest, she is not very interested in games, but she is very interested in defeating Xia Yan in the game. Really. Iron Soul, a two-player battle game without an opponent, is far less attractive to Song Lingjun than a set of real mathematics test papers. Come on interesting.

"Oh, that's it! If you want to improve your game skills, you can't fish for three days and dry the net for two days. You have to examine yourself three days a day, strive for excellence, and pursue your limits without any slack. Otherwise, you will always give up halfway and it will be difficult to gain anything. Successful."

Xia Yan had a series of exhortations to Song Lingjun, the game apprentice he had single-handedly brought up, for treating the game casually without any real encouragement from himself.

"." Song Lingjun, she felt like there was a fire rising in her heart.

Growing up, no one would say these words to her like criticizing poor students. •.

"Listen to what you said, have you been playing games since the journey of youth is over?" Song Lingjun suddenly asked, because Xia Yan's words reminded her of an Internet-addicted boy.

"Well, let's play sometimes."

When Song Lingjun heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Xia Yan was sensible and knew that novel creation was the right path, so he didn't waste too much time on having fun.

"Are you writing new novels at other times?"

"It's not like I mostly watch anime when I'm not playing games. Sometimes I also watch movies, watch short videos, and watch other people fishing, chopping down trees, cooking, floating around, and so on." Xia Yan sighed.

"During the serialization of Journey of Youth, I had to write chapter manuscripts every night. After it was finished, I felt really relaxed."

Song Lingjun stopped in his tracks, his calm expression finally changed, and there was some emotion in his tone.

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"What about your new novel?"

"New novel." Xia Yan said after hearing this.

"Last week, I spent a week and almost finished writing the plot of the first three chapters."

Xia Yan had never heard of the anime "Hua Ming" and saw the first three episodes from Yuan Qing's memory. Moreover, he only needed the plot of the first three chapters to submit the novel manuscript to the serialization conference.

So after confirming that the new work was Unheard of Flowers, Xia Yan also worked overtime on weekends and directly adapted the first three episodes of the original animation into a novel.

It took a week?

When Song Lingjun heard this, he felt a lump in his chest.

"Are you saying that the three chapters of your new novel only took a week from conception to completion?"

"Not bad." Xia Yan replied casually. After all, he was just adapting the original work into a novel version. There would be no pain from Kawen, so the creation speed would definitely be faster.

But Xia Yan reacted immediately.

Fang Ke is also a light novel writer like him. He also has experience in writing novels, but he is not a novice in the industry.

If Xia Yan doesn't want others to notice that he's too weird, then he shouldn't tell the truth about everything.

"That's not true, haha. I still conceived it for a long time, but it took me a week to write out the plot."

Xia Yan's tone was a little guilty.

This guilty conscience was caught by Song Lingjun, who opened his eyes wide.

Is he really?

Do you treat your new novel with this attitude?

Song Lingjun thought about the past month. She was absent-minded and conceived the plot during class time. At night, she went back to study novel creation knowledge crazily, conceived the world view of the new work, wrote the outline and setting of the novel, and pretended to sleep at 12 o'clock every night to deceive her parents, and then used a flashlight in the quilt to study the direction of the new work.

The manuscripts of the novels that were written were more than 100,000 words, and the plot settings of the novels that were killed in her mind were even more. She was even sleep-deprived and needed to rest and catch up on sleep during the break time at school.

And Xia Yan

What are you doing?

"Xia Yan, if you do this, it is very likely that the results of your new work will be surpassed by me."

Song Lingjun was really a little angry in her heart, and said word by word.

But she didn't see any strange emotions in Xia Yan's eyes.

It was as if he didn't care.

Xia Yan really never regarded Song Lingjun as an opponent. They were just two novelists serialized in the same journal. How could there be so many opponents! That would be exhausting.

This was the first time that Song Lingjun felt Xia Yan's mentality towards her!

But the one she wanted to defeat was not Xia Yan, who had such a casual attitude.

He must have racked his brains and worked hard to create his most powerful work at the current stage. Xia Yan was defeated by her in the competition with this work. This is a real victory.

Otherwise, what's the point of defeating Xia Yan's work that he created in a week?

But on the other hand.

Xia Yan didn't think that any work in the parallel world could be killed in Dragon Country.

The fun of his being a light novel writer is to spread more works in the parallel world to this world.

Performance, income, and reputation are definitely important. If they can be fought for, Xia Yan will never give up.

But he can also face reality and will not make himself obsessed with these things.

Although Anohana inferred from the existing information that there may be a plot explosion later, Xia Yan is not sure how big that explosion is, and whether the work will not adapt to the local environment, Xia Yan is also not sure.

It is indeed possible that Anohana loses to Song Lingjun's new work.

After thinking carefully about Song Lingjun's words, Xia Yan nodded seriously.

"Well, for most people, failure is always a part of life. I am no exception. If you lose, then you lose."

The next chapter will be published later, about half an hour to an hour