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

"Yu Huashi has started live streaming."

In the group chat, someone suddenly sent a message.

The group that was discussing the matter stopped at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Pei Zhixing initiated a holographic conference.

Within a minute, everyone in the group started to connect.

Pei Zhixing asked:

"When?"

"Just now."

An author sitting in the corner quickly zoomed in on the light screen in front of him.

The live stream page appeared in the center of the conference room.

In the video, Yu Wen is sitting in a wheelchair.

Beside him was an opened paper letter.

The number of viewers in the live stream is climbing at an alarming rate.

Two hundred thousand.

Three hundred thousand.

Five hundred thousand.

Almost every time you refresh the page, that number jumps by a large margin.

"Didn't he say he was planning to take a break for a while?"

One of the authors frowned.

"Why did you suddenly start a live stream?"

No one answered.

The holographic conference room quickly fell silent.

Yu Wen's voice was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the central light screen.

A mother brought him a letter.

The letter was written by her daughter...

The initially relaxed atmosphere in the meeting room gradually changed.

Several authors unconsciously sat up straight.

Some people looked at Yu Wen on the screen with complicated expressions.

They gathered here today to discuss how to deal with the wave of trouble stirred up by Yu Huashi.

But when faced with a child who has already passed away, the arguments about the industry, traffic, and revenue suddenly seemed difficult to bring up.

"This matter..."

A young author hesitated for a moment.

"It shouldn't be related to what we're discussing today, right?"

"Let's take a look first."

Pei Zhixing said calmly.

His face was expressionless.

The live stream is still ongoing.

Yu Wen did not exaggerate how much suffering the girl endured before her death.

Her photo, medical records, and identification information were not displayed.

He simply sat there and recounted the story behind the letter.

No one spoke in the meeting room.

It wasn't until Yu Wen faced the camera and announced that he was preparing to write a book that things changed.

This is a book that is free to read and published, and does not accept donations or participate in any rankings.

The book is titled "We Three".

"free?"

Someone said in a low voice.

Another author shook his head.

"It seems that today's live stream wasn't about making money."

"Isn't it for making money?"

Pei Zhixing finally spoke.

He leaned back in his chair, watching the number of viewers in the live stream steadily increase.

"Why do you always think that only charging fees constitutes revenue?"

The author paused for a moment.

"This book is free, does not accept donations, and is not even on the bestseller lists."

"How many people are watching this live stream today?"

Pei Zhixing asked.

No one answered.

At this point, the number of viewers in the live stream had exceeded three million.

"Three million people, not three hundred."

Pei Zhixing provided the answer for them.

"Will these people follow him after watching the live stream?"

"Will it enter the 'Micro Light Literature' genre?"

"Will you be waiting to watch 'We Three'?"

"Will these people stay after his next paid book comes out?"

The meeting room fell silent once again.

One of the studio managers quickly understood what he meant.

"you mean……"

"Is he using that girl's situation to attract attention?"

Pei Zhixing did not answer the question.

Just looking at him.

The man immediately realized what was happening and shut his mouth.

Pei Zhixing would certainly not say such a thing himself.

At least not now.

He stood up and walked to the center of the conference room.

There's no need to doubt whether that letter is genuine for now.

Whether that girl ever existed is not a question we should be discussing.

"And don't attack her or her mother."

Hearing this, the authors were somewhat surprised.

The studio manager who had just spoken couldn't help but ask:

"So what can we do?"

Pei Zhixing raised his hand and pointed to the central light screen.

Did Yu Huashi obtain the girl's mother's consent before making this public to millions of people?

"Does he have the right to recount the experience of a minor who died in a live broadcast?"

"Does Weiguang Literature know about the content of this live stream?"

"Can the death of a child be used by a writer as a reason for publishing their work?"

With each question he asked, the eyes of everyone in the conference room brightened a little more.

They originally intended to attack Yu Huashi's literature of suffering.

However, it's difficult to truly establish a foothold from this angle.

"To Live" and "The Old Man and the Sea" have already gained recognition from too many readers.

Directly criticizing these two books will only make them appear jealous and incompetent.

But things are different now.

This is not a fictional story.

It is a real, existing child.

"But……"

The young author was still somewhat hesitant.

"Since the mother personally handed him the letter, she probably already agreed to let him publish it."

"perhaps?"

Pei Zhixing looked at him.

Is there any public authorization?

"Is there a complete record?"

"Can the faint light be taken out?"

The young author fell silent.

Nobody knows.

Yu Wen's live stream started too suddenly.

There was no prior notice or publicity.

Even the official account of Weiguang Literature did not release any related information before the live stream started.

This also means that Weiguang is likely unaware of the specific content of the live stream.

Pei Zhixing sat back down in his seat.

You don't need to draw conclusions about this.

"Just ask a question."

"Yu Huashi's original intention may have been good."

"He might genuinely just want to help that mother."

"But goodwill does not mean it can be without boundaries."

"Literature should not be used as a shield for any behavior."