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

Night fell on the floating island of Eden.

The flowers and trees in the courtyard swayed gently in the night breeze. Several night-blooming jasmine plants had already closed their leaves, and only a few scattered lights remained on the distant floating buildings.

Lu Chenyuan sat on the edge of the terrace, his fingers idly stroking the thick, long fur on the neck of the Caucasian Shepherd.

The bionic butler walked up from behind.

"Young Master, the latest public opinion report related to Yu Huashi has been compiled."

Since their last live-stream confrontation, Lu Chenyuan has truly remembered Yu Wen.

After that, he would ask a few more questions about any news about him, whether it was a new work or a scandal.

"explain."

"Currently, Yu Huashi's most steadfast supporters are still his core readers."

The butler's eyes swept over the dark blue data stream.

"They believe that since the mother personally delivered the letter to Yu Wen, she had already expressed her wishes. Those who are truly exploiting the deceased are those who repeatedly create topics based on this."

"This group may not be the largest, but their stance is very firm."

Lu Chenyuan was not surprised.

"What about the second one?"

"Another group of people also appreciate Yu Huashi's work and do not doubt the authenticity of the letter, but they have concerns about publishing the private letters of a deceased minor."

"They believe that even if there was no malicious intent, Wei Guang and Yu Wen should explain whether the mother explicitly agreed to the publication of the letter's contents."

The butler continued:

"These people are not hostile to Yu Huashi, so they are the hardest to be persuaded by simple clarifications."

"Because they are not discussing whether the work is good or bad, but rather the boundaries that should be taken when dealing with real death."

Lu Chenyuan nodded and slightly raised his hand, signaling the bionic butler to continue.

So the comments on the screen quickly changed again.

The tears of the poor ultimately became Yu Huashi's royalties.

[While writing about the hardships of the lower city, he moved into an apartment in the midtown area.]

The girl lost her life, but Yu Huashi used this opportunity to achieve yet another level of godhood.

[Weiguang is using deceased readers for platform marketing.]

"This third type is the most aggressive account."

"They no longer question Yu Huashi's creative abilities."

"After the successive publication of 'To Live,' 'The Old Man and the Sea,' 'The Little Prince,' and 'Take Her Eyes,' continuing to attack the attribution of works will only invite ridicule from ordinary readers."

"Therefore, they turned their attention to Yu Huashi's motives, character, and changes in his life."

Lu Chenyuan chuckled softly:

"Now I know where I can't hit anymore."

With several works already published, whether Yu Wen can write or not is no longer a question worth debating.

Since we cannot deny those works, we can only bypass the works and judge the people who wrote them.

What are their most frequently used phrases these days?

"A well-written work does not mean that everything the author does is correct."

The butler paused for a moment, then added:

"There are also some accounts that deliberately provoke Yu Huashi's readers, and then capture and spread the most extreme comments after he loses control of his emotions."

"Currently, the topic of 'Yu Huashi's readers becoming fandoms' has entered the trending list."

"They tried to make ordinary people believe that Yu Huashi had been molded into a literary idol that no one was allowed to question."

Lu Chenyuan looked down at the Caucasian Shepherd Dog at his feet.

"If attacking one person isn't enough, first make his supporters look repulsive."

"The old way."

"But it always works for bystanders."

The housekeeper didn't respond and continued to retrieve the next set of data.

Compared to the previous insults and arguments, these comments seemed much calmer.

I'll still watch his work, but I'll wait and see about other things.

I don't think Yu Huashi would use this kind of thing for marketing, but Weiguang would better provide an explanation.

From now on, I will only read the books and will not pay attention to the authors themselves.

There's no need to treat a writer like a saint.

"The fourth type is the ordinary reader, who currently constitutes the largest number."

"They didn't engage in the debate, nor did they stop reading; the readership of 'Take Her Eyes' continues to grow."

"But their attitude toward Yu Huashi himself has changed from trust to observation."

"They are unwilling to attack him, but they also don't defend him like they used to when they see criticism."

Lu Chenyuan's fingers stopped.

"This is what this whole turmoil has truly left behind."

Those who curse Yu Wen on the StarNet every day are never the ones who decide the outcome.

The more fiercely they cursed, the more inseparable they became from the name Yu Wen.

What truly matters are those who are still willing to read, yet have begun to take a step back.

They didn't leave, but they were a little hesitant.

"What about the public media and the literary world?"

"There hasn't been much movement."

The butler replied:

"A few literary critics are still discussing Yu Huashi's new work, but most have avoided the controversy surrounding the letters and the live broadcast. As for official media platforms, none have officially responded to the matter yet."

"The same goes for Midtown Observer."

"They did not speak up for Yu Huashi, and the page for publishing The Little Prince remained as usual, neither being taken down nor offering any explanation in response to external questions."

Lu Chenyuan was not surprised.

This level of uproar on StarNet is already quite a spectacle, but it's far from enough to warrant the platforms getting involved themselves.

Unless there is solid evidence or a larger public event is involved, they will not waste their credibility on a writer's reputation.

No comment, no intervention.

Let the debate fester and develop on its own amidst the flow of traffic.

Lu Chenyuan paused for a moment, then changed the subject:

"What about the other two models?"

The butler replied:

"The 'Muse,' who is in charge of researching sadness and tears, has made great progress in her training recently."

"After absorbing Yu Huashi's works, its recognition of human emotions is no longer limited to simple pain and crying."

"It began to be able to distinguish the grief of losing loved ones, the desolation of facing fate, the longing in loneliness, and the passion that arises when a person refuses to give in even in dire straits."

"Especially 'To Live' and 'Take Her Eyes' filled in a lot of emotional logic that was incomprehensible in the past."

Lu Chenyuan nodded slightly.

"And the 'fool'?"

"There is still no significant breakthrough."

The butler replied:

"It can mimic jokes and create laughter through words, tone, and context, but it still cannot truly understand why humans feel humor and fun from absurdity, irony, or even pain."

"Currently, most of the laughter it produces comes from direct stimulation, which is far from true human humor."

Lu Chenyuan's thoughts involuntarily drifted over every story Yu Wen had presented during this period.

"To Live" is a poignant depiction of the pain of continuing to live even after loss.

"The Old Man and the Sea" allows us to see the dignity of refusing to bow down amidst repeated failures.

The sadness in "The Little Prince" is hidden in its gentleness.

"Take Her Eyes" delves into the deepest recesses of loneliness in the world.

There was also the mother in the initial clarification live broadcast who was still thinking about her two children before she died, and the letter from the deceased girl later on.

Whether Yu Wen says it or writes it down himself, it always seems to touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Sometimes it leaves one speechless, sometimes it brings sorrow, and sometimes it can bring tears to one's eyes amidst suffering and failure.

As he thought about it, a faint smile appeared on Lu Chenyuan's lips.

He never hesitates to acknowledge someone's excellence.

Status, interests, and even past wins and losses do not prevent him from giving due respect to true talent.

I knew I hadn't misjudged him.

"Keep an eye on him."

He snapped out of his thoughts and said to the butler:

"Since it's a bit difficult to advance two models simultaneously, let's focus our resources on 'Muse' for now."

"It has found the right direction, so there is no need to further distribute computing power."

The bionic butler bowed slightly.

"clear."

Lu Chenyuan didn't think there was anything unusual about the current difference between the two models.

It's not easy to make someone cry, but it's often even harder to make someone truly smile.

Sadness always finds its way in loss, regret, loneliness, and failure.

Happiness is all alike, but suffering is unique in its own way; there is always one that can touch the old wounds in people's hearts.

Humor, however, is different.

It requires just the right balance, and also an unspoken understanding of human nature, circumstances, and even those unspeakable absurdities.

A minute earlier would seem deliberate, a minute later would lose its meaning.

Thinking of this, Lu Chenyuan glanced at the butler again.

"As for 'the Fool'..."

He gave a rare, self-deprecating laugh.

"Is the name chosen unlucky?"

"Fool...you really are stupid."