8. Fantasy sword wood wood seat ginseng! (Medium)

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“…… Then, what is the problem of this sword hero general coming to our ministry of service? ”

He didn't say anything, just glared at me viciously under the snow and then turned his gaze back to the shivering timber seat.

That obviously meant putting me aside first, cleaning up the troublesome fat guy before cleaning me up - that's what the alarm radar under the snow inside me told me. By the way, the accuracy rate of this alarm radar is 100%, but the mechanism of use is completely unknown. It can be said that I don't know why I know it.

'Naa. ’

Yubihama stabbed me in the back.

'Xiao Qi, don't you think Yukino-chan is a little angry? ’

I guess it's disgust with that dead fat man, right? After all, she is the one who is absolutely right under the snow, and it is normal to feel disgusted by this kind of wandering on the edge, and there is nothing to make a fuss about. ’

'I don't think so......

Yubihama smiled brightly, scratched his head and pulled the stool away from my side again.

Looking at Yui Yuihama's somewhat embarrassed face, I seemed to have a feeling that she had misunderstood something again.

Hey, hey, Yubihama-sama, don't you do this, okay? Misunderstanding this kind of thing once or twice is already considered the limit, and if there are more, it can only be called what you always think in your heart, and it is not a misunderstanding at all. It's completely impossible to figure out a little Miss Yubihama, me and that woman. If you want to talk about personality, I prefer your type-

“…… This ministry isn't my ministry alone, is it? Than Qi Gu Jun? ”

I think that the strong killing intent fluctuation I am facing now is enough to release a big red asteroid to destroy the asteroid, right?

"Ah, all in all, I can get the general picture."

Turn your head to the side, as far as you can to meet the pair of eyes under the snow.

I swear I saw in those eyes the sights of hell, and it was definitely not the killing intent that an ordinary person could unleash. If you were to study the Killing Intent Fluctuation, I think it would be the level that could easily defeat the Ghost under the Snow.

It's terrible, it's terrible. Under today's snow, I don't know what the road is for, and there is always an unpleasant atmosphere. It's normal when you're in the hallway, but why did you suddenly become like this? Although the timber seat is a little disgusting, it doesn't make it look so terrifying under the snow, right? The timber seat is already running away, huh? You're almost trying to run away with his pile of papers? I think there's some earth-shattering secret in there.

At least temporarily, it can only be considered in this way.

"All in all, I think Kizusa-san, I'm here to ask for help, right? Otherwise, no student would have come to this classroom, after all, it was an abandoned place not so long ago. ”

"Uh-huh!"

The guy knelt on the ground and nodded with tears streaming down his face.

"I'm not a suspicious person or a criminal, I'm just a poor guy who came to ask for help and want you to comment on my novel. I'm sorry if I bother you! ”

Huo ...... Do you evaluate novels......"

This kind of thing is one of my jobs.

Ignoring the very unpleasant smell of snow next to me, I picked up the copy paper on my desk.

Generally speaking, as long as the first 10,000 words or so of a novel can judge the entire tone of a novel. And 10,000 words is not too long to read, so after just a few flips, I decided to tell the big boy in front of me the truth.

It doesn't matter what is right or what the truth is, just consider it from the facts. Just by looking at the stack of copy paper and the label-like thing on it, you can clearly understand this fact. This dead fat man just came to seek some psychological comfort. That's why I walked into this place without permission and pretended to be amazing.

There are also such people, after all, they are still teenagers with ideals. Suddenly, I found something that could make me work hard, and I rushed into it with enthusiasm. But in reality? Things that seem close to you are actually very, very far away from you. Longing is the farthest distance from reality, and you won't realize anything just by looking at what you think about it. If it feels like something, the conclusions are often wrong. This fact must be realized in order to see oneself for what it is.

"If you can, Yukishita and Yubihama please don't meddle in the next topic. I'm not used to that. ”

After explaining it beforehand, I crossed my hands and looked at the male high school student in front of me.

Yoshiki Kizuza should be the kind of house disease that is common in middle and high school. I think it's a wonderful thing to use words to depict the world world, and it seems very simple. It's just writing words, everyone can do it, who can't write words well?

So with this kind of unauthorized expectation and longing, I began to write about it. With clumsy words and jumbled ideas, it depicts a rough and shallow world. He may feel that his descriptions are already very exquisite, even comparable to those great writers, but in essence, the gap between the two is completely incalculable.

The author has a complete idea in mind before writing the novel, and newcomers usually think that they can express it clearly, but in essence, they are not looking at the words they have written, but just the imagination in their minds. They only see what they want to see, and they only listen to what they want to hear, and they just entertain themselves in a small circle. The reader doesn't understand the meaning of the descriptions at all, and they don't understand what the author is trying to say, but the author takes the harmony for granted, so a never-ending negative cycle is formed. As long as you don't break it, it will continue.

Writing a novel is a very time-consuming thing, you need to use inspiration and ideas to organize your thoughts into blocks, and then use words to construct the world of your dreams. But words are just a tool for communication, and you need to use your own means to polish your thoughts. What do you want the reader to see, what do you want the reader to realize, it's not enough to rely on your own imagination. You need to express it in words, and the author's task is to express those ideas in words.

But Yoshiki Kizuza didn't realize this at all. He just sat there confidently, with his head held high, thinking that he would be appreciated by writing something casually and stacking it with some great words. That is practically impossible and undesirable. This kind of thinking can even be said to be completely meaningless, and even a waste of life.

So I decided to face him the same way I used to deal with these reviewers. The Internet is the most complete place to express people's thoughts. No matter what the idea is, it will be stripped away and presented nakedly. Therefore, the attitude of using the Internet is the most acute.

“…… Mr. Yoshiki Kiza, do you know Robert. McGee? ”