There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

Chapter 67 Chapter 19 Discussing the correct way of writing the light novels of Teacher Xia Shizi

Kasumigaoka's merciless and slightly mean words caused Zaimokuza to suffer as if a ton of blows. His whole body was greatly thrown back, and the chair made a 'clicking' sound as if it was overwhelmed. Only after reluctantly regained his posture, he looked at Kasumigaoka with some guilt.

"Want to show that the sentences are level? This should wait until you can write the correct sentences, right?"

At this time, Kasumigaoka seemed to be torturing the prisoner, pressing step by step, and one after another sharp words came out of her mouth.

"Also, your description seems to be based on your own interests. Where you want to write where you want, there is no integrity at all, which makes it uncomfortable for others to read, you know?"

"Well."

"Furthermore, your plot development is too mediocre, too predictable, and not fun at all. Fiction is hard to attract readers if there is no such thing as the twisting suspense of the story, and why is the heroine here? Take off your clothes? It's not necessary at all, and it's disgusting to look at. Will readers pay attention to these things? What do you think of them?"

"Hey, I heard on the Internet that it will not sell well if it is not arranged like that... They said that if the book is not written in this way, not many people will read it at all, and only the smell of contamination can sell it. As for the development of the plot, that is …”

When Zaimokuza said this, he looked a little embarrassed.

Xia Zhiqiu snorted coldly.

"Isn't it just to satisfy those things in my heart?"

"Yeah! Don't say it!"

At the moment of being punctured by Xia Zhiqiang, Zaimokuza was lying on the ground, screaming loudly with his feet upside down, his shoulders twitching constantly, and his eyes rolled to the ceiling, which was an exaggerated reaction.

However, what people didn't expect was that he, who had never cared about worldly vision, still had such a thing as shame.

As a result, the wooden seat in front of him seemed to be about to burn out, turning into white ashes and dissipating into the air.

Yuhihama saw that Zaimiza was so pitiful, so he stared at the sky, trying to find a part that could praise him, and finally forced out a word.

"I, I think...you, you work very hard, and you can persist in writing so many words for such a work."

"Wow!"

Yubihama's words were a fatal blow.

For an aspiring writer, that sentence is taboo, because it means that he has nothing else to offer, and a novel judged in this way is no different from 'unsightly'.

For a while, Zaimuzuo kept inhaling, inhaling, and exhaling the Ramez breathing method (this is a more practical method that uses breathing to distract attention and relieve the pain of childbirth. Here's the Breathing Method"), to restore peace of mind.Then, like a newborn deer, he stood up with trembling legs.

However, the moment he stood up, there was a determined force running through his whole body.

"Although I was criticized very badly by you, it even made me feel that I should just die. Anyway, I will not be welcomed by the opposite sex when I live, and I have no friends."

"But, even so, I'm still very happy. It's a great thing to let others read the works that they have written because they like it, and then listen to the other person's thoughts, whether it is good or bad. Although I don't know how to describe it. It's a feeling...but I'm really happy."

A heartfelt smile appeared on his face.

It was not the smile of the general swordsman, but the smile of Yoshiki Zaimiza.

His beliefs have never been so clearly communicated to others now.

His eyes were full of enthusiasm, even a little dazzling.

"I'll bring it back when I've written a new book."

After Zaimokuza finished saying these words seriously, he turned around and swaggered away from the service department. His back seemed to be more straight than when he came.

A person like Zaimokuza writes because there is something in his heart that he wants to write or convey. He wants to show readers the inner world that he is willing to share. If his work can touch the hearts of others, it is natural A thing to be happy about. .But if he can't get any affirmation, he will still continue to create. Maybe he will be regarded as sick, looked down upon, ignored, and become a laughing stock, but he will never give up or change his beliefs. The proof that delusions are transformed into bodies and persist to the end.So even if it is distorted, naive, and unreasonable, as long as it can be followed through, it must be correct.If it is rejected by others, it is easy to change, and something of that level is not worthy of being called a dream.

"Shiyu sauce..."

Yuhihama called Kasumigaoka a little blankly.

However, it wasn't just her, other people in the service department fell into silence.

Kasumigaoka looked at the direction where Zaimokuza left just now.

"I think he might really be a light novel writer."

Hearing Shi Yu's words, Yin Lili glanced at her in surprise.

"I didn't expect you to recognize him so easily."

So far, everyone's answer to Zaimokuza is obvious.

"Let's just look forward to his new work."

I recommend two books "I Can't Wear Pantyhose When I Become Antlers", and "Boss's Book Recovering Plan", one is a dirty girl, the other is a brain hole

Section 68 Personal Leave

Today, I was harassed by a man named Billy Yukinoshita, who tried to teach me something called philosophy. I refused, but he insisted on me and kept thinking that I was sending various messages to me. This kind of information is really a headache.

In addition, there are always a few days in a bad mood every month, so I ask for a day off.

I promise not to take time off after this month

Chapter 69 Chapter 20 Vocational Apprenticeship ([-])

There is probably no other time more unsettling than school hours.

When students are relieved from the intense classroom pressure, short recess is where they vent.Most people gather in the classroom noisily, chatting with good friends, discussing plans after school, or the TV show they watched yesterday.In the classroom, Jingwei clearly showed the small circles of the students, and the group centered on Hayama was still the largest.

But today's second-year class j seems to be more enthusiastic than usual.

"Falcon, have you decided where to go for an apprenticeship?"