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

[ID Abyss Spectator]: To those brothers who just abandoned the book, goodbye. It's your good fortune that you have such a high threshold for enjoyment. I only have one request: Author, please let Fengxia recover? Even if it's a miracle? Even if it's a misdiagnosis? I'll give you a bucket of star coins as a reward, please.

[ID: Sewer Worker]: Author, can Fengxia recover? I've heard that there's a chance of recovery from the aftereffects of a high fever, right? My mom used to know someone... never mind, I can't make this up anymore. I just want to beg the author to be lenient.

[ID Pure Love God of War]: Author, I admit I was too naive to ask for a family reunion before. Now I only ask for one thing: that Fengxia can hear voices. Even if she can't speak, that's fine. Just let her hear her father calling her, is that alright?

[ID Electronic Keyboardist]: If this author were to be asked to move, Fengxia wouldn't have lost her voice.

[ID Abyss Spectator]: I tipped 500 Star Coins, did you see it, author? If you did, say something.

【ID Pure Love God of War】: I tipped 300.

[ID Sewer Worker]: I tipped 100. I'm poor, that's all I can give.

Readers keep spending money while simultaneously criticizing the author.

The donation section is being refreshed at lightning speed.

……

After reading the comments section, Yu Wen leaned back in his wheelchair and remained silent for a while.

He didn't reply to any of the comments.

He opened the details of the tips he received.

From last night to this morning, I have accumulated over 1,200 Star Coins.

After conversion, he received over eight hundred.

Including the income from the past few days, he now has a little over a thousand in his account.

Yu Wen smiled helplessly and closed the page.

He opened the saved document, ready to continue writing.

……

The 13th Public Basic School in Xiacheng District.

Lunch break.

The children poured out of the classroom to grab their lunch.

Chen Jianjia sat alone in her office, munching on a synthetic sandwich she had brought from the central district.

There was a gentle knock on the office door.

Chen Jianjia looked up.

Yu Yin stood at the door, still clutching the strap of her tattered schoolbag.

"Teacher Chen."

"Yinyin?"

Chen Jianjia put down the sandwich.

"What's wrong?"

"Is something the matter?"

Yu Yin walked into the office and stood in front of Teacher Chen.

She rubbed the strap of her schoolbag, then looked up and said seriously.

"Teacher Chen, I asked my brother about it yesterday."

Chen Jianjia was stunned for a moment.

She almost couldn't remember what she had asked yesterday.

She has to deal with dozens of children and hundreds of miscellaneous tasks every day.

She told Yu Yin, "Tell me tomorrow," which was originally just a casual remark.

But this little girl actually went back and asked, and today she actually came to answer her.

Chen Jianjia smiled slightly.

"Oh?"

"Did your brother tell you the book title?"

"Um."

Yu Yin nodded.

My brother said his book is called "To Live".

Chen Jianjia's smile froze slightly.

"...What?"

"To Live"

The lingering sound repeated itself.

"Two words. 'Live,' and 'be alive.'"

Chen Jianjia remained silent for a few seconds.

"Yinyin."

"Um?"

"Did your brother tell you what his book is about?"

Yu Yin shook her head, a little embarrassed.

"My brother said he'll read to me when I'm older and know more words."

He said I might not be able to understand it now.

Chen Jianjia nodded.

She reached out and touched Yu Yin's head.

"Okay, then when you grow up, your brother will read it to you."

"Um!"

Yu Yin nodded, turned around and ran out of the office.

Chen Jianjia was left alone in the office again.

She looked at the half-eaten sandwich on the table and lost her appetite.

She turned on the retinal projection.

Slowly type two words into the search box.

"To Live"

The pop-up links were so shabby they bordered on provocative.

The cover is a yellowish-brown background with two words on it.

Author: Yu Huashi.

Platform: Weiguang Literature.

Word count: 42,000 words.

Ranking in the Spark Cup: Just over 14,000.

Chen Jianjia glanced at the introduction.

Humans live for the sake of living itself, not for anything beyond living.

She stared at the sentence for a while, then swallowed.

She clicked on the first chapter.

……

Speaking of which, Yu Wen's condition is somewhat better today.

With that black card now that he has it, he hasn't been so frugal with his spending.

I switched to a legitimate source for the intermediate-level blocking agent, and I'm drinking the protein solution regularly every day.

Last night, Yu Yin and I shared two meat-flavored synthetic meat patties.

The long-lost aroma of fat filled my stomach, and I felt a little more relaxed.

In addition, I didn't stay up late the previous two nights and slept soundly.

The feeling of utter weakness and exhaustion in my body actually eased quite a bit.

Yu Wen moved his wrists, and his knuckles made a few soft cracking sounds.

The dull ache in my temples has faded to almost nothing today.

When my fingers touched the keyboard, that familiar, smooth feeling—the feeling of being able to get into the zone without having to suppress the pain with medication—came back.

He glanced down at the two remaining intermediate-level blocking agents on the table.

You don't need to take it today.

Write a short piece based on your current state, and then take a break when you can't write anymore.

This way, we can save one tube.

Yu Wen silently calculated in his mind.

Today's goal.

We need to code this thoroughly.

At yesterday's pace of "six thousand words a day," it will take half a month to write the remaining eighty thousand words.

He didn't last half a month.

He only has three days.

This book must be finished within three days.

I've finished writing this. There's still a slim chance to try and win the Spark Cup.

If you don't finish writing, you'll have nothing.

On the day his debts were due, he was still a paralyzed man lying in a basement, unable to even afford his medical bills.

Yu Wen took a deep breath.

Today's goals have been set.

At least 40,000 words.

If I can maintain this condition, I'll aim for 50,000.

Yu Wen placed his hands on the keyboard.

"Click."

"Crackling and popping—"

The crisp, clear sound of mechanical keyboards clicking echoed densely in the basement.

The bell tolled for land reform.

Long Er, as a large landowner, was sentenced to death.

On the day of his execution, Fugui squatted by the roadside, watching his former enemy, who had tricked him into losing his family fortune, being led away bound hand and foot.

As Long Er passed by Fu Gui, he shouted at him.

"Fugui, I'm dying in your place."

Yu Wen's fingers flew across the keyboard.

Time passed, second by second.

Outside the basement window, the hazy sky over the lower city slowly changed from white to a dim yellow.

The glass of synthetic soy milk that Yu Yin had prepared for him before leaving home that morning was now completely cold.

Yu Wen didn't move.

He was completely absorbed in the documents.

The character count in the bottom right corner of the screen jumped from 42000 to 55000, then to 58000, and finally to 62000.

Noon.

Document word count: 69000 words.

3 PM.

Document word count: 75000 words.

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Document word count: 81000 words.

Yu Wen finally stopped and let out a long breath.

Thirty-nine thousand words.

He raised his hand and rubbed his shoulder, his bones cracking a few times.

My temples are starting to ache slightly, but I can still manage.

Writing this book, up to this point, is the best he's been in since he transmigrated.

He picked up the now-cold synthetic soy milk and downed it in one gulp.

Then put your hands back on the keyboard.

He was only 1,000 words away from his goal of 40,000 words.

He thought about it.

More than 40,000.

Let's work harder today and reach 50,000.

Yu Wen glanced at the draft again and placed his hands on the keyboard.

"Click."

"Crackling and popping—"