I survive in a high-risk world by writing essays

"How could this be? I feel like I wrote it quite smoothly?" I was puzzled.

Just because when writing romance light novels, sometimes the plot gets stuck, I can use [readers say it is very blunt] The interaction between the hero and the heroine can blur the past, I feel that writing this is more comfortable than writing horror novels seriously Some.

I have already thought about the composition of the next book.

The 11-year-old in the third grade of Forever Primary School is storyboarding a free-spirited crazy girl and a lyrical lyrical boy Lily (note*), I even thought about the place where I first met.

This is a touching story of meeting in a mental hospital.

— but now... hey.

I was hesitating between going back to writing horror novels and continuing to stubbornly write this love light novel.

[If you write a horror novel, do you have inspiration now? ] Xia You asked aloud.

"Yes, I have. This trip to Tottori gave me the inspiration for a short story. I can write it if I want to." I replied.

[About that village? ]

I nodded, and took the small notebook that recorded my inspiration when I stayed in the house in Tottori for a few days, put it on the coffee table, opened it, and turned to the latest page.At the top of that page was the title of the book I had already thought of.

"Well, I've already thought about the title of the book." I clicked on the text on the page, "It's called "Xu Yu Wan."

Yes, it is derived from the name of the river Xuchuan.

The way I named it is actually very simple. Just bring the name of the main character and it will be a book title. For example, Jiao’s book, Ryoko, and "Paper Doll", so this time I also use the main character of the story as the title of the book. of.

Yes, that's right, the protagonist of this short story inspiration this time is the two-headed snake, but I don't know the name of the two-headed snake, so I named the snake with the river Xu Yuchuan.

[Sounds good, what kind of story are you going to write? ] Xia You's cursing body nodded his head, and his voice sounded a little relieved.

Well...

Generally, I seldom communicate my creative ideas with others. Even the editor will show him the draft directly after writing some. If you want to talk about what kind of story it is...I sorted out the language, "I wrote down the inspiration At that time, I don’t know why I thought of the story of Tawara Fujita who was given a golden pill (note*) after helping the snake demon. If I wrote it, I should write that the snake was rescued by the ancestors of the villagers in Shancun to repay the favor, but it was restricted. In the deep pool of the cave, the story of being enshrined as an evil god by the greed of the people... Anyway, the initial idea is this."

[However, according to your style, Xu Yuwan should be the deep protagonist, and there will be a superficial protagonist to promote the plot, right? ] Xia You said something insightful.

I was a little surprised, "Have you read other books I wrote?"

[Sometimes you put the book on the table, and I will ask Ugly Bao to turn the pages and read a few books. ]

Well, it turned out to be so.

"It's not necessarily true that the protagonist is superficial. In all horror novels, writing about people is always better than writing about inhumans." I bent my legs and leaned on the sofa, hugging my knees and staring blankly into thinking, "Since the village's 'good' acts Name, let’s arrange for the protagonist to be a kind person, an arrogant kind person.”

In the communication with Xia You, I gradually completed the skeleton of this inspiration, which can be regarded as a complete story.

This should be a tragedy like Yoshihide watched his daughter burn to death in the car and made a painting of "Hell Transformation" (Note*).

Well, Akutagawa Ryunosuke never goes out of style.

However, judging from the length and plot setting, "Xu Yu Pill" should not meet the conditions for producing a curse, and it will never become a double-headed snake again. It was written to make readers lose their memory.

As long as a new horror novel comes out, they won't pay attention to that failed love light novel.

plan pass get√

After thinking about it, I sat up at once, took my notebook that recorded the inspiration, went to the desk and sat down, ready to take advantage of the inspiration now, start writing and write the beginning first.

But when I walked to the desk, I saw some small, pink, rabbit-like things on my desk.

Those little pink things like rabbits are whispering around the wooden ghost who has returned to make her home on the window sill, whispering in a language I don't understand.

"What's this?" I took off my glasses and put them on again, only to find that the pink ones disappeared after I took them off, which seemed like a curse.

After I spoke, there was no sound on the window sill.

After a while, Mu Mei explained hesitantly, "It's not your fault, I called them here because I wanted them to do me a favor..."

I saw some candies that I didn't know where to find next to Mu Mei's flowerpot, and a few pink little curses called Wuguai quietly poked out their ears and pulled the candies behind them.

Then I learned that just under the sentence I just casually said that Mu Mei is quite suitable for writing pure love novels, in fact, she had faintly had this idea a long time ago, but Mu Mei, who was not very confident in herself, suddenly felt that she was being rejected. The encouragement has arrived and has been recognized by people in the industry.

Then the idea of ​​becoming a pure love novelist quietly grew into a towering tree in his heart.

But since Mu Mei doesn’t have hands and can’t write, he decided to enter into an employment relationship with Wuguai after much deliberation, using candy and the like to hire Wuguai to help him write.

I was very moved after listening to it, and decided to help Mu Mei, who is not of the same kind as me, but has the opportunity to become a curse of his peers, by providing him with pens and paper and countless reference books.

"This is really great!" I looked at Mu Mei's eyes and suddenly became gentle and friendly, and I moved his pot from the window sill and put it on the desk, facing the tree that was originally only used as a tool. Show a pleasant expression.

"After that, do you want to work harder and write novels?"

When Calvin was pulling his hair and thinking about the plot, maybe it was no longer my pain alone.

Wood Charm: Sudden trembling

After two weeks back in Tokyo.

My life has returned to peace. I just write novels and watch TV every day. I also risked the debuff of "Going out and going out" debuff to go fishing twice at the foot of Mt. Fuji and Enoshima.

Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with going out these two times, and I came back calmly.

I also gradually let go of my heart.

Recently, because the general fell in love, he consciously came to me with a rope in his mouth every day, and took him out for a walk. Maybe it was for fitness?Sometimes I have to slip twice.I don't see any progress between it and the beautiful puppet cat. The puppet cat came a few times and found that the big pink tree that it used as a resting place was gone, so it gradually stopped coming.

On the contrary, I was exhausted by the general squatting on time every day and going out for a walk. I didn't want to go out for a walk, so I simply bought a treadmill and put it at home for the general to use to increase his exercise.

Then one day two weeks later, I received a message from Gojo Satoru, saying that his student had picked up a spell that might have been formed from one of my novels, and asked me to claim it.

Is this still available?

I couldn't help making a question mark, but I still went there, and it was the first time I came to the high school of conjuration that I had heard of many times.

With Liangzi, reef, and summer oil.

Under a special reminder, I didn't hold Xiayou's mantra in my hand, but carried it in an opaque bag, and carried it all the way to a school in the suburbs of Tokyo, where the building looked old.

Before entering the school, there is a long forest path with two rows of stone lamps on both sides of the path, like a road leading to some shrine.

I walked up the moss-covered steps step by step. Xia You stood in the opaque bag, scratching the mouth of the bag and looking out.

[this tree...]

"Huh?" I heard Xia You suddenly make a sound, and stopped in my tracks.Mr. Yizhizhi, who came to pick me up and lead the way, also stopped.

[I seem to have a little memory, I should have carved my name on this tree a long time ago. ] Xia You then finished speaking, with a hint of nostalgia in her tone.

The tree he was talking about was a crooked-necked tree that stood out from the road. Half of its canopy cast a shadow on the road, and the other half of its canopy hung over the mountain stream that flowed beside the road.

When I passed by that tree, because of Xia You’s words, I took a special look at the trunk and saw three names whose lines were elongated and distorted due to the growth of the trunk. If you look carefully, you can still see what is written of.

The name on the top is the words [Wujo Wu] with aggressive and sharp handwriting, and it is engraved there in a flying manner. The name in the middle is [Jia Ruzi], and the name at the bottom is the name [Xia Youjie] that I am more familiar with. name.

Comparing the handwriting of the above two names, Xia Youjie's handwriting seems to be a little more correct, but judging from the style of writing, it is also arrogant and sharp.

"Have you ever studied here?" I glanced at it and continued walking.

I don't know why, Mr. Yidizhi seemed a little nervous when he was leading the way, his eyes kept floating on the bag in my hand, and he tried his best not to float too frequently.

[probably. ] Xia You said, [It feels very familiar, yet a little strange. ]

"Maybe it's because it's been too long since you graduated?" I didn't think there was anything wrong with this, so I said it naturally, "I think the middle schools in my country are also like this. The decoration has changed a lot in a few years, and there are several more buildings. When I went back six years ago, there was still a place I was familiar with, and now it has been almost completely refurbished.”

While speaking, the school gate of the long-known Conjuration College was in front of him, and it was also a gate with a sense of age.

The full name of [Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic] is written on the simple wooden sign on the side of the door.