I Am a Master of Light Novels in Japan

"..." Ying Lili was about to close the door, but after what he said, she was slightly taken aback, and looked at Li Yan again.

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

Ying Lili showed a smile and said, "That's what you said. There is absolutely no problem with the food expenses, so please take care of the dinner!"

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. Within today, she must draw a work and send it to Teacher Uesugi's mailbox.

...

On the other hand, Li Yan's revision of the manuscript was smooth sailing, and he became more and more confident that he could sell more than 120,000 copies of this book, but in terms of illustrations, Kagurazaka Changpu sent a copy of more than 1,000 words. The email was sent to him, explaining that the artist Sawamura hopes to continue to cooperate, and will redraw all the illustrations of the fourth volume. These days, he will send a few works to him for review.

Li Yan doesn't mind, because he still admires Sawamura's reluctance, and also hopes that this partner who has collaborated with the three-volume novel can really fulfill the promise.

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

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

"..."

After Li Yan read it, he was silent for a while, then directly wrote down his suggestion and sent it back.

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

The editing system only gave: [B] level.

"Speaking of it, it seems that this is the first email conversation with Sawamura. He is already the first-line illustrator of Sanwa Bunko, so why do you care so much about my cooperation...It should be easier to illustrate other authors." Li Yan looked at Sawamura's reply to the [Understand] text message, and thought about it.

After all, big-name painters can also be quite arrogant, and it's normal for them to throw a bad word directly.

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

Li Yan put down the kitchen knife and reviewed the illustrations sent over again. Regardless of 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.

Again, a NO reply was sent back.

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

"No way again, shameless Uesugi, what kind of wonderful work do you need? You are obviously passionate enough! I really want to knock you down with this pencil!"

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

"...What's going on?" Li Yan raised his head in astonishment.

However, his consciousness told him that the world seemed a little small...

Chapter 17 A friend is your lie

At six o'clock at night.

When Li Yan was still studying the email sent by Sawamura, suddenly, there was a doorbell at the door.

As if he had a guilty conscience, he immediately covered the notebook.

"Otaku Li, open the door." Ying Lili shouted from outside.

Only then did Li Yan realize that he hadn't cooked any vegetables yet, but the rice was ready. He went to open the door with bare feet, and saw Ying Lili with a tired face. It looks like she spent a lot of time painting in her room and was in a rather unstable mental state.

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

"No, come in... By the way, I haven't started cooking yet, it will take about ten minutes." Li Yan turned around hastily and said directly.

Ying Lili looked at Li Yan, and always felt that Li Yan seemed a little afraid to look her in the eye.

Indeed, within ten minutes, Li Yan brought out two servings of fried sea fish, squid meat rolls, cauliflower, and a bowl of miso soup. In front of a girl of English-Japanese mixed race, I feel a bit like a mixture of Chinese and Japanese.

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

"Is that so..." Li Yan looked at the Japanese food he made, doesn't it look like it?

"Thank you, I'm actually starving." Ying Lili said with a smile.

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

Ying Lili looked at Li Yan curiously, and asked: "What's wrong with you, I always feel that you seem to be concerned about something, so you staggered my eyes."

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

Shameless Uesugi... This title has almost become a specific vocabulary, and after he replied to the negative email to Sawamura, Eriri responded. It has to be said that he thought Sawamura was a standard otaku. But now that I think about it, Sawamura may not be a fat house, or even a man, or a woman.

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

"Just now I heard you suddenly shout something shameless Uesugi, what's wrong?" Li Yan asked with a forced smile.

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

Li Yan said: "Maybe it can be heard from the third floor to the seventh floor."

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

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

"That's right, although I shouldn't have told you about the pressure of my part-time job, but since you asked, I'll tell you. In fact, I'm working as an illustration for a novel." Ying Lili said.

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

"I was originally an artist of the eighteen forbidden painters, so I am good at painting aesthetic types and static illustrations, but the writer I worked with responded that my illustrations did not match his works 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 she ate voraciously.

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

"However, I just sent two illustrations to him in a row, and they were all passed in the end. It's really disgusting. Although I know that my paintings are not passionate enough, but they are well received, right? My works are really that bad. Is it?" Ying Lili asked complainingly.

"Probably...the other party felt that the style was too inconsistent, so they chose to deny it." Li Yan reminded as if he had a ghost in his heart.

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

This is the so-called mutual harm. In a hazy barrier, although Li Yan was ridiculed like this, he was helpless against Ying Lili.

"It's better to eat, Ms. Baimu, no matter what, don't get angry. I hope it's better for you to continue communicating with that writer. After all, the other party is also thinking about his own work..." Li Yan said with a wry smile.

"Hmm...why do you feel that Li Jun suddenly started to favor the writer's side, and he said that he doesn't understand art last night." Ying Lili looked puzzled, and stared blankly at Li Yan with her beautiful eyes.

Li Yan hesitated and said: "This is because...understanding Long Live..."

I really don't know how to calm down the anger of this female painter. After more than a month of contact, Li Yan feels that Ying Lili is still a pretty good person. Although her dress is always a bit 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 intend to fall out with Ying Lili.

"That's right, I think that writer also has his own reasons. Although he denied my work, it seems that he is still waiting for me to draw a work he is satisfied with. This is enough. I am not a weak person who always complains about himself. , I am Sawamura Spencer Eriri, and I will not admit defeat." Eriri said with an arrogant smile.