Chapter 4 You're completely hopeless!
white album tells a complex story of friendship and love among several male and female protagonists striving in a snowy winter.
Its extremely high completion and script quality make it a rare masterpiece, immersing people in emotional entanglements that feel like "a tangled mess, impossible to sort out."
Its anime production was also quite excellent, leading to the spread of many famous memes.
What Izumi Chihiro needs to consider now is to integrate these plots in his mind and then describe them in his own words, in the style of a light novel.
This is not that simple.
Although he already knew the general story, transforming it into his own words and making readers accept it is a very troublesome matter.
After all, even the same story can undergo drastic changes in meaning after being translated into other countries.
"I can only do my best."
Izumi Chihiro murmured to himself, then recalled the content of white album.
Fortunately, his memory in this life was quite good; with just a slight recollection, various images kept emerging in his mind, making him eager to pick up his pen immediately and depict them.
His writing style was average, but he believed that with enough passion, he would definitely be able to break through this barrier!
Soon, he immersed himself in work.
There was one week left of the holiday.
Izumi Chihiro dedicated almost all his energy to completing the first volume of white album.
Typically, a light novel volume contains between seventy thousand and one hundred thousand words. Completing it in a week would only be considered normal operation in his previous life's China.
Given the current situation, only a few people could achieve that.
Writing requires inspiration.
For light novelists, this is especially important.
If one writes rashly without inspiration, unless one's skill is truly solid, the content will be quite uninteresting.
"I don't lack inspiration; the key is whether my writing can be accepted by people."
Izumi Chihiro muttered to himself, stopping his typing.
His heart held countless ideas, his greatest treasure, but to unearth them, he still had to rely on his own abilities.
"Today's the day we agreed upon. Eriri should be here soon. Let her see what I'm capable of."
Izumi Chihiro said, then turned to look at his computer screen again.
Honestly, the words on it didn't seem great, but due to the 'bystander sees clearly, the one involved is confused' phenomenon, he couldn't pinpoint his own flaws.
Therefore, he could only hope Eriri would provide a suitable answer.
Even if it was scathing.
After all these years, it no longer bothered him.
After noon, the doorbell rang.
"Chihiro, open the door quickly."
And Eriri's shouting.
He opened the door to find Eriri standing there, holding her bicycle, dressed in her usual holiday-at-home attire: a green tracksuit, with slightly upturned golden hair that gave off an untamed vibe.
"You're a bit earlier than I expected."
Izumi Chihiro said meaningfully.
"Because... I have a bit more work today, and if I delay any further, I might not make it on time."
Eriri placed her bicycle on the other side of the yard, paused for a moment, then took her drawing tablet out of her shopping basket, pressing her hands to her chest as she explained.
"Really?"
He was half-skeptical.
"Hmph," Eriri snorted, "If you want to become a creator, you'll understand this sooner or later. When you become a light novel author and the deadline approaches, you'll be crying."
The two entered the house.
"How's your light novel coming along? You haven't even started, have you? I know, new writers usually have this problem. It's not a big deal to want to give up after a little taste..."
After entering the living room, Eriri brought up the topic, seemingly casually.
But before she could finish.
"The first volume is just finished."
Izumi Chihiro gave her an unexpected answer.
"What?"
Eriri's expression showed a hint of surprise.
When did her childhood friend become so persistent?
"How many words?"
She composed herself slightly and asked softly.
"About seventy thousand words."
Izumi Chihiro had already estimated it.
"You wrote so many words right after starting. This persistence... hmm, it's so-so."
Eriri feigned disdain, "But writing light novels isn't about being as fast as possible. If it's just a rambling account, readers won't buy it."
"I know that too."
Izumi Chihiro nodded.
Eriri tilted her head to look into his eyes, sensing his seriousness, then let out a soft breath and said, "Then let me see how good this 'little newbie' of yours is."
About an hour later.
"Hoo..."
Eriri let out a deep breath, closed the book, and placed it aside.
"How is it?"
"No good! Absolutely... no good at all!"
She shook her head, spread her hands, and said with a serious expression.
Receiving this answer was expected, but his heart couldn't help but feel a setback.
It's easy to say, but hard to do; this kind of thing is perfectly normal.
It seemed he had indeed spoken too soon.
"What's no good? Many things are no good! And you even boasted about becoming a light novel master, yet you lack even this much discernment. You've disappointed me too much! Idiot Chihiro."
Eriri gave him a harsh scolding, then reopened the book and analyzed it in detail.
"From here to here, your plot transitions have a lot of problems..."
"In this part, Toma's emotional descriptions are a bit redundant!"
"And here..."
She had read it very carefully; otherwise, for tens of thousands of words, speed-reading it in half an hour would be considered slow.
"I understand."
Izumi Chihiro nodded solemnly, his heart sinking.
He had indeed fallen into the trap of having high aspirations but low ability, but it didn't matter; he still had plenty of time to improve.
He was only in his first year of junior high now; his future was promising.
"Alright, I'm going to draw..."
Seeing his expression, Eriri felt there was no need to say more, so she turned to enter the room to complete her drawing work.
"Wait, Eriri, I almost forgot to tell you, from now on, you can work on your deadlines in my room..."