I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

Yu Wen paused for a moment, looked at the crumpled construction order, and then chuckled to himself:

"Okay."

The young man rummaged through his pockets for a while and pulled out a crumpled construction order.

He looked down at it, frowned, and reluctantly stuffed it back in.

"No way, this lousy order doesn't deserve a great author's signature. Yu-ge, wait for me!"

Before Yu Wen could even speak, he flung open the rusty iron gate and rushed out.

Yu Yin, biting into half a piece of artificial meat, stared blankly at the open door:

"Brother, where did he go?"

"Going to find some paper, huh?"

Yu Wen smiled and shook his head.

Less than two minutes later, another series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The young man ran back, panting, carefully holding a flat, ivory-white cardstock with subtle patterns in his hand.

This was clearly a treasure he had found by rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the construction vehicle outside. In this highly digital age, such high-quality physical paper is not cheap.

"Use this signature!"

The young man solemnly handed over the card along with a pen:

"I searched through the car for ages, and this piece of paper was the best; I usually don't even want to use it."

Yu Wen took the cardboard and placed it steadily on his lap.

But he did not sign the words "Yu Wen".

With a flourish of his pen, he signed his pen name: Yu Huashi.

Furthermore, he did not write horizontally from left to right as is the usual practice, but rather vertically from top to bottom.

In particular, he deliberately wrote the characters “化” and “十” in a very compact manner, with the upper and lower structures connected together.

The young man peeked out and looked over, somewhat puzzled.

"Why not sign Yu Wen? Others who want to become famous would love to have their names plastered all over the place."

Yu Wen handed the card back to him and smiled:

"I used this pen name to write this work. In a sense, Yu Huashi is the true author of this book. What do you think?"

The young man took the paper, scratched his head, and his gaze fell again on the three vertical characters.

Yu

Chemical

Ten

He frowned and muttered to himself:

"I don't really understand you writers... But this signature looks like 'Yu Huashi,' but when 'Hua' and 'Shi' are put together, it looks more like the character 'Hua'... Yu Hua?"

Yu Wen did not explain the literary giant of that parallel world, nor did he dissect the structure of this Chinese character.

He simply looked at the signed paper, a deep respect in his eyes, and softly said:

"This is its true author."

The young man, seemingly understanding but not quite, folded the form neatly, put it in his pocket, and shook his head with a smile.

"You guys who work with words, your minds are always so roundabout. You even play word games when you're signing your name. Alright, I won't disturb your meal anymore. Brother Yu, good luck with tonight's live stream."

"Thank you for your kind words."

With a screeching sound as the heavy iron door creaked, the young man installing the door disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Silence returned to the basement, broken only by the lingering sound of someone chewing food.

"Bro, what's a word game?"

Yu Yin swallowed the food in her mouth and blinked curiously.

"It's nothing, just a matter of respect for a gentleman."

Yu Wen picked up his chopsticks and placed a piece of meat in his sister's bowl:

"Eat up, eat your fill, then help your brother prepare for the live stream."

After finishing his meal, Yu Wen wiped his mouth with a tissue and turned his gaze back to the scratched holographic screen.

Just as he was preparing to start planning the next holographic live broadcast, the terminal on the table suddenly began to vibrate violently.

The caller ID still shows Chang Liren.

As soon as the call connected, Chang Liren's voice, noticeably raised an octave, came through, his tone filled with extreme surprise and barely suppressed excitement:

"Teacher Yu! When did you ever write a fairy tale called 'The Little Prince'?! How could you keep such a crucial secret from me?!"

"The Little Prince?"

Yu Wen was stunned.

When did he write "The Little Prince"?

After coming into this world, the only thing he typed out was "To Live." "The Little Prince" was just a bedtime story he casually told his sister that night to lull Yu Yin to sleep! How could it have been published?

"What's going on? Mr. Chang, please explain clearly."

Yu Wen frowned slightly.

"The most authoritative official media in Zhongcheng District, 'Zhongcheng Observer,' has published a special weekend supplement today, a whole front page, featuring the story of 'The Little Prince,' and the author's name is clearly printed as your pen name: Yu Huashi!"

Yu Wen's mind raced.

Since she didn't write it herself, Yu Yin couldn't possibly submit it to the official media in the central district.

Who did it?

In a flash, Yu Wen suddenly remembered.

Chen Jianjia!

Yu Yin had told her the story of "The Little Prince" before, and she made a special trip to visit her home a few days ago because of it.

Chen Jianjia is a highly educated intellectual in Zhongcheng District. She is very cultured and only she has the ability and motivation to use her media connections in Zhongcheng District to help him out at this critical moment when the entire internet is attacking him.

Having figured this out, Yu Wen's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

"This was indeed written by me."