Listening to Xiaoliu's sure words, Natsuki Okawa almost believed it. Looking at his confident face, he couldn't help but feel speechless.

This is a common problem for newcomers. They usually think that their novels are the best in the world and are unparalleled. They cannot understand their novels. They are all the readers' faults, they are all the editor's faults, and even the mistakes of this era. This is unreasonable and absurd, but in many cases, it is a real situation.

The human heart is really a very subtle thing.

So Natsuki Okawa couldn't help but sneer, shook his head, and said, "What you think is too simple, it's impossible. You're thinking too much. If you want to succeed, you must start imitating some of the specialties of novels and absorb the success of those writers in order to slowly move towards success."

"What's the difference between this and plagiarism?" Xiaoliu didn't expect that Natsuki Kinakawa would say what Natsu and Yang said.

He cleverly misunderstood something. In traditional literature, similar writing styles and similar storylines are almost not much different from plagiarism. However, in light novels, there is no such category.

Sure enough, Natsuki Nikawa frowned in dissatisfaction and said, "What is plagiarism? This is imitation, this is reference. You must understand that there is no so-called creation in this world, or there is no creation for no reason. Everyone comes from imitation."

"You said it well, but I still feel that it is a bit inappropriate for over-reference." Xiao Liu thought for a while and said.

"If you think it's inappropriate, don't publish it. Just continue to write your own novels later." Natsuki Kokawa was too lazy to argue with Koriku, so he said helplessly, and then he was too lazy to say something, and began to lower his head to continue writing his own novels.

Xiao Liu felt that she seemed to make her angry? She was a little speechless for a moment. There are two aspects that writers are most likely to cause disputes.

The first is the difference in creative concepts, which is like water and fire.

The second is the jealousy of literati, let alone.

So although many writers have good relationships on the surface, the real situation is not that true.

On the contrary, some light novel writers are more pure.

Xiao Liu nodded to Nagato August and then returned to his seat.

At this time, the fried noodles had been served on the dining table.

Yao asked curiously: "What are you talking about? So hot?"

Na Hua also nodded, looking very curious.

Zhenbai said without thinking: "It's probably the thing in the novel."

Xiao Liu nodded and said, "It's really vain. It's the thing about the novel. I'm going to write a light novel. The girl who is writing things is a light novel writer."

"Oh? Is this true? Brother, are you going to write light novels? The kind of light novels you read in a dead house? Are you the light novels of the protagonist of a girl? Do you actually write such things?" Yao's eyes lit up immediately and he said with some interest.

When Xiao Liu heard this, she suddenly felt cold behind her back, and she was really hit by Yao...

The protagonist of this light novel that is about to be written is indeed a girl. When I was criticized like this, I suddenly felt embarrassed and it was a bit difficult to write.

Nahua said next to him: "You are discriminating light novels! Why can reading materials like "Harry Potter" be considered traditional novels and famous must-read novels? And light novels, things that bring readers joy, are they excluded?"

Yao was stunned for a moment: "I don't mean that either."

Xiao Liu smiled and started eating fried noodles. He didn't want to go too far on this topic.

After eating the fried noodles, it was getting late. Xiao Liu and his friends put on their clothes in the car. Then Xiao Liu drove away from the beach and returned to the villa.

And Nagazuki, who was close to Kawaka, also took the bus back with Nagato August.

In the car, Natsuki Okawa suddenly remembered something and couldn't help asking: "Sister, sister."

A little drowsy Nagato Ayuzu opened his eyes and asked, "Hmm? What's the matter?"

"It's that little Liujun, he...why? I think he looks familiar." Natsuki Nikawa thought for a while and said.

Nagato August said with some amusement: "Do you think it looks familiar? Of course it looks familiar, or you should know him."

"Why should I know him? He is not your boyfriend." Natsuki Okawa said with a frown.

"What, why is this part involved?" Nagato August blushed and said speechlessly.

"Sister, you like him!" Natsuki Okawa said with a smile.

"Why do you like it? This is nothing at all!" Nagato Augustus shook his head and said firmly denying it.

"Sister, you are still arrogant. He is indeed very handsome. Unfortunately, he has a girlfriend and is very cute..." Natsuki Okawa said.

Nagato August shut his mouth and was too lazy to say something.

"By the way, sister, what did you say just now? I should know him? Why?" Natsuki Okawa remembered the serious business.

But Nagato August was too lazy to speak.

"Sister, sister, sister, sister..." Natsuki Kokawa kept calling out to Nagato Azuki, the harassing man. Until the 107th sister, Nagato Azuki finally couldn't help but speak, "Okay, I'll say."

Natsuki Okawa immediately closed her mouth and said so much that his sister's voice was hoarse.

"He is that little Liuying." Nagato August said.

"Xiao Liuping? This name has a little impression..."

"It's the one who was interviewed by the TV station with me, the most popular and popular new writer this year, the one who wrote money and the winner is justice, the one who was against the sky, whose sales volume exceeded one million books early! You even taught him how to write novels, I really don't know how to be high!" Nagato August hummed and mocked, revengeing for the dissatisfaction he had just been teased.

"He, he is actually that little Liuying?!" Natsuki Okawa widened his eyes and said in a bit incredible manner.

"Yes!"

"..." Natsuki Okawa had a dark face and was a little embarrassed and angry for a moment. He actually gave advice to such a famous writer and taught a lesson as a newcomer! What's this all! Anyone who comes out casually is such a strong guy!

"Hehe." Nagato August smiled gloatingly.

"However, however, no matter how good he writes in the field of traditional novels, it is only a traditional novel, and it is still very different from light novels. It is not that simple to write a good light novel!" Natsuki Okawa gritted his teeth and said with a thick face: "If you want to write light novels in this new book, even if you sell more than 100,000 copies, you will definitely not receive praise from readers! Light novels are not that simple!"

"Is that so? Xiao Liujun is a genius?" Nagato August said a little disbelief.

"It's true!"

At this time, Xiao Liu had already returned to the villa. Zhenbai and the other two went to take a hot spring bath. Xiao Liu returned to the room and began to brew and started writing the light novel.

"The Story of the Metamorphosis"

Xiao Liu wrote the title of the book on his laptop, and then his fingers quickly fell on the keyboard as if they were uncontrolled.

Xiao Liu's five fingers danced on the keyboard, looking beautiful and cheerful.

As the keyboard hits, lines of words quickly appear on the notebook screen.

Chapter 1 Black Art and Crab

001

Battlefield Heiyi is a recognized sick woman in the class.

It is natural that I do not participate in physical education classes, and even the school-wide morning meetings and school-wide gatherings refused to participate on the grounds of anemia, but I just stood alone in the dark place.

The battlefield was originally in the first grade of high school, second grade and third grade this year, both in the same class as me, but so far, I have never seen that guy move lively once.

He is a regular customer in the health care room and often goes to the hospital where the exclusive doctor is located. He is repeatedly late, leaving early, and absent. His home is in the hospital, and people often say jokingly.

However, although she is sick, she is not thin at all, giving people a illusion that she is so slender that she will be damaged with a slight touch. Therefore, boys often joke in private that she is the young lady in the boudoir. A very appropriate metaphor. I also think that is surprisingly commensurate with the battlefield.r1152

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Chapter completed!