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

As a rational adult, Chen Jianjia knew that in the face of the media frenzy and collective frenzy stirred up by capital, it was meaningless for an individual to reason on social media platforms; they would only be instantly drowned out by the spittle of online trolls.

She closed the chaotic trending topics page, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the terminal screen as she fell into deep thought.

To counter media matrices manipulated by capital, it is essential to utilize official channels with absolute credibility.

Chen Jianjia pulled up her contacts, her gaze lingering on one name:

Tang Wan.

This is her best friend from university, who is now the senior editor of "Central City Observer," a highly authoritative official media outlet in the Central District.

In an era saturated with cyber entertainment and sensational news, Midtown Observer is one of the very few media outlets that still retains serious literary columns and official endorsement.

The communication was quickly established.

"Jianjia? What a rare guest! What brings you here today?"

In the holographic projection, Tang Wan was rubbing her forehead, with a busy newspaper editorial department in the background.

"Wanwan, I need your help."

Chen Jianjia skipped the small talk and went straight to the point:

"I want to publish an article in my column in Midtown Observer to clarify things for a person named Yu Wen."

Tang Wan's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped, and her brows furrowed instantly:

"Yu Wen? Are you talking about Yu Huashi, the author of 'To Live,' who's currently trending at number one on StarNet for all the wrong reasons?"

"It's him."

"Jianjia, are you crazy?"

Tang Wan's tone turned serious. As a veteran media professional, she was all too aware of the current public opinion climate:

"At this critical juncture, the entire internet is condemning him for plagiarizing rare old books. The online trolls have already ignited the fire. It's not easy to clear his name at this time. Without absolute, conclusive evidence, further discussion is pointless and will only drag you and our newspaper into the mire!"

The communication channel fell silent.

Chen Jianjia remained silent for a while.

She really couldn't produce any so-called absolute evidence.

But she has something more powerful than those cold, hard numbers.

"Wanwan, let me tell you a story."

Chen Jianjia spoke calmly.

"What?"

Tang Wan was stunned:

"A story? What time is it? You're still telling me stories?"

Chen Jianjia ignored her best friend's surprise. Her voice was soothing and restrained, yet it possessed a power that struck straight to the heart.

She recounted the story she had overheard Yu Yin telling in the classroom a few days earlier—the story about planet B612, about the proud rose, and about the fox longing to be tamed—in detail through the communicator.

At first, Tang Wan was somewhat anxious.

But as Chen Jianjia began her narration, the noisy background noise of the editorial department seemed to disappear from Tang Wan's world.

She slowly stopped all her work, her eyes gradually shifting from surprise to shock.

"...at the end of the story,"

Chen Jianjia's voice echoed in the quiet communication channel:

"The Little Prince understood his responsibility to that rose, and at the beginning of the story, there is this sentence..."

Chen Jianjia paused, then slowly said:

"All adults were children at first, but few remember that."

On the other end of the communicator, Tang Wan had already lost her voice.

As the senior editor of Midtown Observer, she has reviewed countless articles hailed as "masterpieces," but at this moment, simply listening to this recounted story, she felt a long-lost tremor, a gentle jolt to her soul.

"This is a fairy tale..."

Tang Wan's voice was slightly hoarse with excitement:

"No, this is a fairy tale written for adults!"

"This is a bedtime story that Yu Wen casually told in his leaky basement to lull his ten-year-old sister to sleep."

Chen Jianjia pushed up her frameless glasses and said softly:

"Wanwan, a person who can use such fairy tales to protect the purity of her sister's heart, a person with such a clear and broad soul, does not need to steal anyone's rare book."

Tang Wan took a deep breath, her eyes simultaneously igniting the keenness of a seasoned media professional and the fervor of a literature enthusiast.

The purest words themselves are the most absolute evidence!

"Okay! Jianjia, immediately transcribe the text of this story from memory and send it to me!"

Tang Wan made the decision without hesitation, her tone resolute:

"Even just this one story is enough to warrant a special issue today! Once this fairy tale is published, the rumors that he 'only plagiarizes old papers and has no original thoughts' will be completely dispelled!"

A few hours later.

While netizens in the central and lower city districts were still arguing fiercely about the "plagiarism scandal" surrounding "Living" on the StarNet, a media push with absolute official endorsement forcibly appeared on the retina projections of all readers across the entire Federation.

Midtown Observer Weekend Special Edition

The entire front page contained no discussion of the plagiarism controversy, nor a single unnecessary explanation.

There is only one fairy tale quiet enough to make all adults in the cyber age stop and pause:

The Little Prince.

Below the article title, the author's name is printed neatly and clearly in bold black font:

Yu Huashi.