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

"That makes sense."

Yu Wen spoke slowly and deliberately.

The moment those words were uttered, the holographic bullet comments floating around him were all stunned.

【What is Teacher Yu trying to do?】

Oh no, has he fallen for this trap?

Zhao Hongbo was taken aback at first, then slammed his hand on the table, almost bursting out laughing.

"He admitted it? He admitted it?"

On the virtual conference table opposite him, Pei Zhixing's projection held a cup of coffee, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses lit up.

In his view, if Yu Wen had simply followed up on this "injustice" with a single sentence, it would have been tantamount to admitting that the Lower District deserved its fate.

"Don't rush."

Pei Zhixing took a sip of coffee. "Let's see how he tries to smooth things over."

On the same encrypted channel, there were also signals from several other people.

Those were several influential figures in the literary world, some writing commentaries, others conducting academic research. On a typical day, when they posted a status update, thousands of people would chime in.

Those who came to Yu Wen's live stream tonight were all invited by Yuntu with a hefty sum.

They ostensibly came to "exchange ideas and learn from Yu Wen," but in reality, they came to cause trouble.

During the live stream, Yu Wen ignored the comments.

He leaned back comfortably in his wheelchair and slowly began to speak.

"What you say is unfair, it's true. Fate decided everything the moment we were born; you're in the clouds, and I'm in the mud."

He paused, then suddenly chuckled softly.

"But after all this going around in circles, from the clouds to the quagmire, from swindling money to evoking emotions, what you're really trying to do is to put another label on me, to say that we people in the lower district live a hard life and deserve it, and that I wrote about Fugui to coax them into accepting their fate."

"Then let's talk about the word 'fate'."

He suppressed his laughter, his expression turning calm, and said, word by word:

When it comes to fate, there's no point in discussing fairness.

Cheng Shuqiao was slightly taken aback.

He was used to dissecting and weighing every word, and when he heard the phrase "Let's not talk about fairness," he instinctively tried to find its flaws.

After weighing it for a few seconds, he realized he couldn't find it.

He looked up at the screen, and for the first time, his usual composure faltered.

During the live stream, Yu Wen continued speaking without stopping:

Who can truly understand this world? Many things in this world are best left unsaid.

You can complain about why God inflicts so much suffering on humankind.

You too can strive to eliminate all suffering and reap the rewards and pride of doing so.

But if you think one step further, you'll fall into deep confusion.

If there were no suffering in the world, could the world still exist?

What glory is there in wit if not dullness?

If ugliness were gone, how could beauty maintain its good fortune?

Without wickedness and baseness, how would kindness and nobility define themselves, and how would they become virtues?

He paused for a moment at this point.

His gaze, which had been fixed on the camera, slowly lowered and fell onto his legs...

If there were no disabilities, would able-bodiedness become tiresome and boring because it is so commonplace?

In the study room, Lin Wan's heart clenched, and she suddenly felt a lump in her throat, unable to speak.

Su Huaijin's heart also stirred.

He had read too many articles about suffering, but most of them were about people on the shore talking about what happened in the water. Only this young man on the screen was truly in the mud, speaking of his own suffering.

Shen Yanqiu, who was beside him, did not say anything, but just kept staring at the screen.

The smile on Zhao Hongbo's face slowly faded.

What is he doing?

"How come you've blown that 'injustice' out of proportion?"

Pei Zhixing's hand, holding the coffee, froze in mid-air; he didn't reply.

He originally thought that Yu Wen would either be angry or cry and try to make amends; he had anticipated all the struggles a person would have when cornered.

The only thing I didn't expect was that this person would calmly accept that "injustice" and then spread it out more and more.

He had an inexplicable premonition that the game was heading in a direction he couldn't understand.

The invited influencers gradually sat up straight.

They make a living by commenting and finding fault, and they are the best at discerning whether there is any truth in what someone says.

Yu Wen's words were not just fancy words made up on the spot to fool people; they were not simple.

The group exchanged a glance, their expressions complex.

During the live stream, Yu Wen's voice calmed down again:

It seems that differences will always exist.

It seems we have no choice but to accept suffering; the entire drama of humanity needs it, existence itself needs it.

Then, a new line of questions, which had been hanging at the highest point, jumped out:

【Well said. Since differences will always exist, and suffering must always be endured by someone, why is it that Fugui, and you people from the Lower City, are the ones suffering?】

The people who had just been stunned were now on edge again.

Here he comes again! He'll seize on any single comment and attack it relentlessly.

Yes... there have to be differences, but why should we be the ones suffering?

Yu Wen looked at the line of text:

And so, here lies the most despairing conclusion.

Who will take on the roles of those who suffer?

Who will embody happiness, pride, and joy in this world?

He breathed a sigh of relief:

We can only leave it to chance. There's no point in arguing about it.

"The logic you're looking for simply doesn't exist. Who suffers and who enjoys, whether it's you or me, whether we're born in the clouds or live in the mud, there's no right or wrong in it, no logic to speak of."

"It's not our fault."

Yu Wendao said, "It's just that this fate happened to fall on Fugui's head, and on people like us. There's no reason why."

"If we switch places, today it might be Fugui, living in the clouds and asking me for advice. And I might not even be able to sit in your position."

Lu Chenyuan paused, holding the crystal plate.

During the live stream, Yu Wen changed the subject and became more serious.

"You even ask why Fugui is the one to suffer all this. But have you ever considered whether Fugui himself would ask that question?"

"He won't. Because being born into that kind of family and suffering that kind of life was predetermined from the moment he opened his eyes. This isn't a topic that can be debated."

He paused.

A person is born, and that is no longer a matter for debate, but simply a fact given to him by God.

When God handed this matter to us, He also guaranteed its outcome, so...

Death is not something to be rushed; it is an inevitable festival.

Chang Liren stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the screen without moving.

[I spent hours concentrating on thoughts of death, and with the same patience and method, I pondered why I was born.]

"Our birth, and Fugui's birth, were never something we could choose. You were born in the clouds, and he was born in the mud—that's a fact, and it's not our place to argue for justice."

"Death is inevitable; it's a rendezvous that everyone must fulfill sooner or later. Since we have to face it anyway, why rush? Before it comes, let's live each day to the fullest."