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

Yuntu Literature Headquarters Building, Zhongcheng District.

After that question was posed, a low gasp suddenly rang out in the previously somber office.

"good!"

Zhao Hongbo stood up abruptly.

"That was a brilliant question!"

Pei Zhixing stared at the light screen, his eyes shining brightly again behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Those people ahead of me are trying to out-emotionalize Yu Wen, of course they can't win."

"This person is different."

"He wasn't asking whether 'To Live' was moving or not, but rather what the point of such emotion was."

According to the other party's explanation, Fugui was not resilient, but simply resigned to his fate.

"To Live" is not about understanding the suffering of the lower classes, but about advising them to continue to endure.

So-called being moved is nothing more than a form of comfort.

Yu Wen, on the other hand, was using the suffering in the lower city district to gain tears, tips, and fame.

Zhao Hongbo quickly understood.

"He doesn't just want to negate 'To Live'."

"And then turn everyone who was moved by this book into a joke."

"That's right."

Pei Zhixing tapped the table lightly.

"Yu Wenruo's defense of Fugui is his defense of resignation."

"If he admits that Fugui is resigning himself to his fate, it would be tantamount to negating 'To Live' himself."

"If one gets angry, it's out of embarrassment and shame."

"To remain silent means to be unable to answer."

Zhao Hongbo laughed.

"So, whatever he chooses is wrong."

In their view, Yu Wen had no way out.

……

In the live stream room.

The moment that question was posed, the previously relaxed atmosphere instantly turned cold.

Because it's not just targeting Yu Wen anymore.

It turned everyone who shed tears for Fugui into fools deceived by a cheap story.

What does he mean? Does our crying for Fugui mean we were deceived by Yu Huashi?

Our lives are already hard enough, is it wrong to even feel upset over a book?

I work twelve hours a day in the factory, go home and read "To Live" and cry, but I still have to go to work as usual the next day. Does that mean I cried because I'm afraid to resist?

I know he's wrong, but I can't quite put my finger on why.

He wasn't asking Yu Huashi; he was laughing at our resignation.

Angry comments kept appearing in the barrage.

But beneath the anger, there was even more panic.

Fugui endured so much suffering, yet he never defied fate.

Is this resilience or resignation?

Did "To Live" allow them to see their own suffering, or did it only give them a reason to continue enduring it?

This question forced everyone to confront the same issue.

Are their suffering and tears really just a form of self-anesthesia?

……

Weiguang Literature Headquarters.

The atmosphere, which had just eased, tensed up again.

The operations manager whispered:

"Mr. Chang, this is no longer a copyright issue."

"He dragged the entire downtown area into this."

Someone placed their hand on the bullet screen management interface.

"Should we suppress it?"

Chang Liren remained silent for a long time.

Suppressing it would be tantamount to admitting that Yu Wen dared not face it.

If we don't pressure him, we'll have to let him answer alone.

In the end, Chang Liren shook his head.

"No pressure."

"This is a question that only he can answer himself."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yu Wen on the screen.

At this moment, even he himself was uncertain.

……

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

Lin Wan stared at the question, her face turning pale with anger.

"He doesn't treat the people in the lower city like human beings at all."

Lu Zhao slammed his fist on the table.

"Now they even have to explain why other people are crying."

Cheng Shuqiao did not immediately agree.

"But he did ask a very difficult question to answer."

"Is Fugui's forbearance an attempt to preserve his life, or an acceptance of injustice?"

The study room gradually quieted down.

Because they discovered that they, too, were unable to provide the answer.

Su Huaijin remained silent for a long time before looking at Shen Yanqiu.

"Senior brother."

"I can't answer that question."

"Even we couldn't answer that. He's only twenty years old, and he's sitting under everyone's gaze."

What should he say?

Shen Yanqiu stared at the live stream screen, her brows furrowed.

"This is not a question that can be answered simply."

"There is never a clear line between perseverance and resignation."

"A person who is in dire straits and still chooses to live can be described as resilient."

"But if someone uses this to demand that he endure it forever, then it becomes resignation."

Su Huaijin was taken aback.

"Could Yu Wen answer like that?"

Shen Yanqiu shook his head.

"no."

"The other party wasn't there to discuss this issue with him at all."

"He just deliberately mixed two different things together and then forced Yu Wen to choose one of them."

"As long as Yu Wen follows his logic, no matter which option he chooses, he will fall into the trap."

Su Huaijin looked at the young man on the screen.

"What should he do then?"

Shen Yanqiu remained silent for a moment.

"I just hope he doesn't answer."

The study room fell silent once again.

All eyes were on Yu Wen in the live stream.