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

The Douyang platform, the live stream room for "Living".

This is the place where millions of people watched Yu Wen type out the final chapter and shed that one tear.

This time, however, the simple 2D fixed camera was replaced with a 360-degree immersive holographic live broadcast.

At this moment, the entire server room of Weiguang Literature was so quiet that the hum of the server fans could be heard.

Chang Liren stood in front of the huge holographic data wall, his hands behind his back.

Despite the pressure from the entire board of directors, he mobilized the highest level of publicity across the platform, staked the reputation of Weiguang, and pushed this young man from the downtown area in front of two million people.

At this point, the move has been made, and there is no turning back.

Whether Yu Wen can withstand the pressure, and whether Weiguang can take advantage of this opportunity to soar to new heights, completely elevating this genius who was almost strangled by capital to their own banner, all rests on this next battle.

"General Manager Chang,"

The operations manager's voice sounded a little strained.

"Online...it's broken 2.4 million, and it's still rising."

Chang Liren didn't turn around, but stared at the data wall, saying each word clearly:

"Everything is ready, the supercomputing center is on standby."

He paused, his voice betraying neither nervousness nor anticipation:

"Now, it's up to him."

Everyone in the server room held their breath.

If successful, one battle will make one a god.

If you lose, you lose everything.

……

"Hello everyone, I am Yu Huashi, the author of 'To Live'."

Yu Wen faced the camera, nodded slightly, and spoke with a rare seriousness:

"The first thing I want to say tonight is to thank all the friends who have been watching 'To Live'."

"Thank you for accompanying Fugui on this journey."

He paused, a hint of warmth in his voice.

"To be honest, I never thought that 'To Live' would be seen by so many people. From that live broadcast room with only four viewers to today, it was you all who accompanied me, word by word, to finish writing it. This book survived not because of me, but because of you."

As soon as these words were spoken, a torrent of comments flooded the live stream chat.

Those were tears from those who had truly read "To Live".

[Waaaa, Teacher Yu... I cried all night over the chapter where Youqing died. He was such a good child.]

Thank you, Teacher Yu, for writing about Fugui. He showed me that even when life repeatedly crushes and tramples people, they can still grit their teeth and keep going.

I've been here since the day there were only four viewers! Watching this book gradually become popular is like watching my own child grow up—I'm so proud!

The screen was filled with countless "I cried," "Thank you," and "It's so good to be alive" messages, reflecting the genuine emotions touched by Fugui's life.

At this moment, the moldy basement seemed to be filled to the brim with the warmth that transcended the screen.

But this warmth didn't last long.

Soon, a few incongruous comments, like ink drops into clear water, forced their way in.

Why are you crying? Crying over a plagiarized story, don't you find that ridiculous?

Wake up! What you're moved by wasn't written by him at all.

[A cripple from the lower city who never even experienced that era deserves your tears? The real author was probably ruined by him long ago.]

[Have you paid the three million yuan penalty for breach of contract? You're just trying to elicit sympathy and sympathy.]

As soon as those few comments appeared, they were repeatedly highlighted and emphasized by someone with extremely high privileges, completely overshadowing the genuine and heartfelt messages.

The atmosphere in the originally warm live stream room suddenly changed.

Yu Wen smiled as he looked at the comments:

"certainly……"

"The internet has been quite lively these past few days."

Yu Wen even had a faint smile on his lips as he said in a relaxed tone:

"They said I was just a typewriter copying from piles of old papers, that a cripple from the lower city couldn't have written 'To Live,' and that I was a plagiarist who deceived everyone."

"I've seen them all."

Yu Wen paused, then calmly shrugged:

"But no matter how I looked at it, I didn't see a single decent piece of evidence, not a judgment ordering me to pay three million in damages. All that was left were 'he couldn't have done it,' 'he couldn't have written it,' and 'he must have copied it.'"

"To be frank, it's all just guessing."

"Based on the fact that I am in my twenties, live in a basement, and use a wheelchair, you can't conclude that I can't write this book."

He smiled, a smile devoid of anger, only one of composure:

"These reasons, I admit, sound plausible, but they are ultimately just guesses."

The comments section paused almost imperceptibly for a moment.

"Actually, I didn't have to come tonight."

Yu Wen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears:

"I don't need to prove myself against accusations without evidence. It's not a bad idea to stay out of the spotlight for a while and wait for this storm to pass."

"But I still came."

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing through the lens to those two million eyes, and also to a place far beyond:

"Because of the platform, when everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself, they pushed me out under pressure, without deleting a single comment that insulted me, and without letting go of my hand."

"It's also because there's a group of people who have been here since I only had four viewers in my live stream. They've been with me as I wrote 'To Live' word by word, and they're still arguing with those people on my behalf to this day."

For the first time, Yu Wen's tone showed a hint of warmth.

"They trust me and protect me. I can't hide behind them and let them take the blame for me."

"So I came out tonight not to ask for anyone's forgiveness, nor to prove my innocence."

He smiled calmly and openly at the camera:

"I'm here to have a good chat with the person who's always been there for me about this book."

"By the way, let those who can only guess see whether I, Yu Huashi, dare to stand in front of you."

These words, like a command, unleashed the pent-up tension and bloodshed that had been building up all day.