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

There is no perfect answer to this question.

When Yu Wenruo gets truly angry and denounces the injustice of fate, his "compassionate and detached" facade will shatter on the spot, instantly shrinking into a pitiful person who is both jealous and resentful in the eyes of the audience.

If he were to suppress it and instead try to find meaning for Fugui and himself, saying things to comfort himself, then in the face of such a huge disparity, he would appear to be a coward who refuses to face reality, someone who doesn't even dare to look directly at the truth. How could he possibly write with the same toughness as in "To Live"?

No matter how you answer, it's a dead end.

……

"housekeeper,"

Lu Chenyuan handed over the empty glass:

"Prepare a clean Shangcheng District cultural scholar account, log in tonight's online Q&A session, and maximize my privileges to ensure that my questions can reach him."

The butler's eyes flashed with a blue light:

"Does the young master's question require the assistance of Muse to generate?"

"No need."

Lu Chenyuan turned to look out the window.

Under the smog, the lights in the lower part of the city are densely packed, sinking to the lowest level of the city.

He raised his hand, and from dozens of floors away, his fingertips lightly touched a tiny point of light.

"tonight,"

He said softly:

"I'm waiting to see you come down from that altar."

"Then, I'll pick you up again."

As he withdrew his finger, his movement paused almost imperceptibly.

That mind that couldn't even decipher his two top-tier models...

The thought had barely begun when he suppressed it himself.

He picked up the freshly changed glass of ice water and took a sip. The still-frozen ice coolly touched the tip of his tongue.

Will not.

A person's field of vision is limited by their position; that's all they can see.

He stood high enough, while his opponent never had that height from the start.

……

The underground study room of the School of Narrative Language at Weiming Academy.

The supercomputer in the First Underground Library is still humming.

Massive amounts of data scrolled across the holographic screen, comparing them word by word with fragments of ancient texts.

Just then, a live broadcast poster from the Weiguang platform popped up on the secondary screen in the center of the worktable.

[Holographic Meet-and-Greet for the Final Chapter of "To Live"]

Only a few hours remain before the live stream begins.

"He actually dared to do a live stream..."

Lu Zhao frowned as he looked at the constantly fluctuating number of reservations.

"The entire internet is waiting to find a weakness in him, yet he's facing two million people directly?"

Lin Wan was also somewhat worried.

"The cloud map is definitely ready."

"His works' sources, his life experiences, and those deliberately tricky philosophical questions—if he answers even one wrong sentence, it will be magnified infinitely."

Jiang Ci suddenly asked:

"Do you remember the question that Teacher Su asked him when 'To Live' first aired?"

The crowd quieted down.

At that time, there were only a few of them in the live broadcast room.

Su Huaijin once asked Yu Wen in the comments section whether he had consulted anything or received any inspiration while writing.

Yu Wen simply replied with a casual remark:

"I didn't refer to anything; I just had a dream and wrote down the story from it."

"At that time, we felt that he was hiding something."

Cheng Shuqiao pushed up his glasses.

"A person who can write 'To Live' cannot be unaware of what he is writing."

"That phrase, 'I had a dream,' seems more like he's unwilling to explain."

But tonight is different.

Lu Zhao said in a deep voice:

"YunTu must have gone through all of his previous live streams."

"They will definitely seize on this sentence and say that he has no experience or independent thought, and just happened to copy an old book."

Jiang Ci stared at the countdown on the poster.

"So, the fact that he dared to start this live stream means that he is not going to continue to use a 'dream' to gloss over it."

The study room fell silent again.

Shen Yanqiu stood by the window, watching the countdown on the screen steadily decrease...

After a moment, Shen Yanqiu slowly spoke:

"He hid his heaviest suffering in an unspeakable 'dream'... Tonight, let the two million people of the entire Federation see just how shocking the true nature of that dream really is."