"Then, what is the problem with this sword hero general coming to our service department?”
I didn't say anything. Under the Snow just glared at me fiercely before turning back to look at the trembling Timber Seat.
It was obvious that he wanted to put me aside first and deal with that troublemaker fatty first before dealing with me. That was what the Under the Snow alarm radar in my body told me. By the way, the accuracy of this alarm radar was 100%, but the mechanism of its use was completely unknown. It can be said that they know what they are but don't know why they are.
"Na na."
Yubihashi poked me from behind.
'Xiao Qi, don't you think Yukino-chan is a little angry?'
" I think it's because of his disgust for that damned fatty? After all, she was the absolutely correct Under the Snow. It was normal for her to be disgusted by people who wandered on the edge. There was nothing to be surprised about.'
'I don't think that's the case…'
Yubibing smiled brightly and scratched his head as he pulled the chair back to my side.
Looking at Yui Yubihama's awkward expression, I had a feeling that she might have misunderstood something.
Hey, hey, hey, Miss Yubibin, can you not be like this? Misunderstanding once or twice was already the limit. If there were more, it could only be said that it was always what you thought in your heart and not a misunderstanding at all. Let me get this straight, Ms. Yoshihito. It's completely impossible between me and that woman. In terms of personality, I prefer your type--
"…This service department isn't just my service department, right? Compared to Qigu-kun?"
I think that the intense killing intent I'm facing now is enough to release a large red flame to destroy a small planet, right?
"Ah, in short, I can understand the general situation now.”
She tilted her head to the side, trying her best not to face the pair of awe-inspiring eyes under the snow.
I swear that I saw all kinds of scenes in hell in those eyes. That was definitely not the killing intent that an ordinary person could release. If I were to study the Killing Intent Ripples, I think Under the Snow would definitely be able to easily defeat the Hiroki.
Scary, super scary. For some reason, there was an unpleasant atmosphere under the snow today. He was still very normal in the corridor. Why did he suddenly become like this? Although the Wood Seat was a little disgusting, it shouldn't be so terrifying under the snow, right? Wasn't the Wood Seat trying to escape? He was about to abandon his stack of documents and escape, right? I think there must be some shocking secret inside.
At least for the time being, he could only consider this.
"In short, I think Student Cai Muzuo should be here to seek help, right? Otherwise, no student would come to this classroom. After all, this place was an abandoned place not long ago.”
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Kneeling on the ground, Cai Muzuo nodded with tears streaming down his face.
"I am not a suspicious person or a criminal. I am just a pitiful person who came to seek help and want everyone to comment on my novel. I'm really sorry if I disturbed everyone!”
" Huo... evaluating novels..."
This is one of my duties.
Ignoring the unpleasant smell of snow, I picked up the copy paper on the table.
Generally speaking, the first 10,000 words of a novel could be used to determine the overall tone of the novel. Reading 10,000 words wasn't too long, so I decided to tell this big boy the truth after flipping through a few pages.
It didn't matter if it was correct or not, it was just a matter of fact. Just by looking at the stack of photocopied paper and the label-like thing on it, one could clearly understand this fact. This damned fatty was only here to seek some psychological comfort. That was why he came to this place on his own accord and pretended to be very impressive.
After all, he was still a young man with ideals. He suddenly found something that could make him work hard and rushed into it with passion. But in reality? Those things that seemed very close to you were actually very, very far away from you. Longing was the furthest distance from reality. If you just looked at it and thought about it without authorization, you wouldn't realize anything. If it felt like something, the conclusion would usually be wrong. One had to be aware of this fact before they could see their true nature.
" If it's possible, please don't interfere in the following topic. I won't be used to it."
After explaining everything beforehand, I crossed my arms and sized up the male high school student in front of me.
Saiki Yoshiaki was probably the type of writer's disease that was commonly seen in middle and high school. He felt that using words to describe the world was a wonderful thing, and it seemed very simple. It was just writing. Who could not write well?
Therefore, with this kind of presumptuous expectation and longing, he began to write. Using clumsy words and messy ideas to describe a shallow world. Perhaps he felt that his description was already very exquisite, even comparable to those great writers, but in fact, the difference between the two could not be calculated with reason.
The author had a complete idea in his mind before writing the novel. Newcomers usually thought that they could express it clearly, but in reality, they didn't read the words they wrote, but the imagination in their minds. They only saw what they wanted to see and heard what they wanted to hear. They were just entertaining themselves in their small circle. The readers couldn't understand the meaning of those descriptions, nor could they understand what the author was trying to express. However, the author felt that it was only natural for her to be arrogant and indifferent, so it formed an endless negative cycle. As long as he didn't point it out, it would continue.
Writing a novel was a very time-consuming thing. You needed to use inspiration and ideas to organize your thoughts into blocks, and then use words to construct the world of your dreams. However, words were only tools for communication. You needed to use your own methods to polish your own thoughts. It was not enough to rely on one's own imagination to see what one wanted the reader to see and what one wanted the reader to realize. You need to express it in words. The author's job is to express those ideas in words.
However, Saiki Yoshiaki didn't realize this at all. He just sat there confidently with his head held high and his chest puffed out, thinking that he would be praised just by casually writing something or using some amazing vocabulary. In reality, that was completely impossible and not desirable. This kind of thinking could even be said to be completely meaningless, and even a waste of life.
So I decided to face him with the same attitude I used to face these people who asked for comments. The Internet was the most complete place to express one's thoughts. No matter what kind of thoughts they had, they would be peeled off and exposed. Therefore, using the internet was the sharpest way.
"…Mr. Yoshiaki, do you know Robert? McGee?"
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