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

"Click, click..."

The sound of the mechanical keyboard echoed steadily in the cramped space.

Yu Wen's gaze was fixed on the document, his fingers moving up and down on the shiny keycaps.

The intense strain caused the veins on the back of his hands to bulge, and a drop of sweat dripped down his chin, soaking the coarse cloth collar of his collarbone.

"elder brother……"

A very soft noise came from the side.

Yu Yin put down her old paintbrush at some point and walked to the wheelchair. She didn't get too close, stopping two steps away.

The little girl's gaze passed over Yu Wen's shoulder and landed on the upper right corner of the old LCD screen.

That's the backend interface of the Douyang streaming software.

The colorful gift effects flashed back and forth, casting flickering light on her slightly sallow face.

Meanwhile, the number representing the "earnings from this session's sound waves" was rapidly increasing by tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, leaving a red afterimage.

Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her faded coat.

Through the rough fabric, his fingers unconsciously gripped the black offline prepaid card, pulling deep creases into the edge of the pocket.

Her gaze followed the long string of numbers on the screen, slowly moving backward. She swallowed hard, her voice low and trembling with a nervous fear of startling something:

"Bro... are all those numbers scrolling up on the screen Star Coins?"

Yu Wen typed half a sentence and pressed Enter, his fingers pausing slightly on the keyboard.

He turned his head to look at his sister's tense shoulders and the deformed edge of her pocket, and gave a weary smile.

He swallowed the exorbitant penalty for breach of contract, and during the line break, his voice, slightly hoarse but steady, said:

"Yes."

He stretched his aching neck and turned his gaze back to the blank document in front of him:

"After I finish typing these words tonight, I'll take you to move, buy a house where the sun can shine, and we'll never eat starch porridge again."

Yu Yin stood there, stunned.

Her gaze darted back and forth between the numbers flashing on the screen and her brother's sweat-drenched profile.

He slowly loosened his hands from his pockets and nodded emphatically: "Mm!"

Yu Wen didn't say anything more.

He composed himself.

Those sweaty hands landed on the keycaps again.

"Click".

"Crackling and popping—"

As the broadcast approached its one-hour mark, Yu Wen's forehead was already covered in a fine layer of sweat, which trickled down his cheeks and landed on the space bar, creating a small, reflective water stain on the dusty plastic surface.

His right little finger suddenly twitched violently. Due to prolonged high-frequency muscle exertion, the muscles began to spasm physiologically, and at the moment of changing lines, he pressed the wrong key heavily.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap."

In the video, his right thumb moves horizontally, and the backspace key is struck three times.

Delete the garbled text and re-enter it.

Towards the end of the hour, the 300,000 viewers in the live stream clearly saw the hands in the center of the screen begin to tremble slightly and uncontrollably.

The sense of superiority and awe that came from the large models vanished completely from the audience's experience. Looking at those sweaty, trembling hands, a primal sense of fear and awe, typical of carbon-based beings, began to spread wildly through the hearts of 300,000 people.

[Scrap Gear]: "Holy crap, look at the keyboard, it's covered in sweat... his hands are shaking like crazy."

[Sewer Rat]: "I feel like he's not typing on a keyboard, he's typing on his own bones."

【Mingmingruyue】: "It's only been the first hour... He's already typed almost five thousand words, hasn't he? At this rate, I'm even a little afraid to refresh the later parts of the story on Weiguang."

【Wind Above the Clouds】: "The person behind the screen must be nearing their limit. This is truly writing a book with their life on the line."

[Old Shennong Tests Poison]: "AI can write millions of words per second, but these hands typed for an hour, and I felt that each word weighed a ton."

Yu Wen did not stop.

His breathing became extremely heavy, his chest heaving violently, and all his energy and will were locked onto the old LCD screen in front of him, his ten fingers continuing to laboriously complete each stroke on the keyboard.

The first hour of this finale, amidst a deluge of bullet comments and a deafening barrage of virtual donations, completely transformed into a silent long march for the human soul.

The broadcast lasted a full hour.

With the frenzied voting from longtime fans who had already read the first 90,000 words, and with the overwhelming buzz generated by the collective participation of official reviewers from the Weiguang platform, Yu Wen's Douyang livestream room completely transformed into a cyber behemoth that devoured the entire network's traffic.

The data is being distorted wildly.

The 300,000 online users seemed to be injected with high-energy fuel towards the end of the first hour.

At the 45th minute, the number of online users was 45.

At the 50th minute, the number of online users was 72.

In the 58th minute, the number in the upper right corner trembled violently, finally settling on a breathtakingly bright red number amidst a deafening roar of system overload: [Current Online Players: 1,005,420]

A full million people! All online at the same time!

Without holographic effects or high-level modeling, a 2D flat live streaming room where you can't even see the streamer's face and only see a pair of hands and a broken keyboard, completely turned the Douyin platform with the largest traffic in the entire Federation upside down in that one second!

The entire underlying algorithm of Douyin (TikTok) was thrown into a state of paralysis-like frenzy at this moment. The four golden lists, representing the platform's highest honor and money-making ability, were overturned one by one like dominoes by the simple scene in this basement:

[Site-wide Real-time Popularity Ranking]: Number One!

[Real-time Online Users Ranking]: Number One!

[Audience Interaction Rate Ranking]: Number One!

[Gift Reward Ranking]: Number One!

Topping the list! Number one across all charts! A grand slam across four charts!

This phenomenal dominance of the charts instantly triggered the highest-level full-network streaming mechanism on the Douyin platform.

Throughout the entire cyber network, countless ordinary people who had just finished work or were wandering around in other holographic pods and had never even heard of this matter simultaneously saw the most eye-catching golden banner of Douyin's platform pop up at the edge of their retinas.

"What's going on? The number one streamer on the entire site is a 2D flat streamer? And they haven't even turned on any beauty filters?"

"What on earth is being streamed so popular? 'To Live'? I've never even heard of it!"

"Let's go check it out, see if it's a bug on a major company's server!"

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of complete strangers who had never read the book and knew nothing about the cause and effect flooded into the live broadcast room.