Chapter 1276: Chapter 1066: Somewhat Understands

All three treasure chests have been opened.

Overall, Lin Yuan is still satisfied.

Mainly because the “Soulmate” skill is just too good!

It’s so good that even if Lin Yuan isn’t fully satisfied with the items from the other two chests, he can just barely accept them in the end.

Of course.

Right now, Lin Yuan cannot test the effect of “Soulmate,” as this thing can only be used in situations like a concert hall.

However, the “Abigail character card.”

Lin Yuan can simply think and enter the System space to find and learn from the other party.

As for the conductor…

Countless conducting knowledge has already appeared in Lin Yuan’s mind.

One can’t help but marvel.

The art of conducting is broad and profound.

Ordinary people think that the conductor is just twirling their fingers and poking the air with a little stick at concerts, seemingly dispensable.

In fact:

This unimpressive looking conductor’s baton is the soul of the entire concert!

The performance of the entire orchestra, with its dozens of members, is guided by the baton in the conductor’s hands, making the various instruments in each section harmonize into a whole.

If the conductor stops conducting.

Then the operation of the orchestra will become a mess.

Think about it.

Can an army function without a commander?

If you gather dozens or hundreds of people to play in ensemble without a conductor leading, that’s just nonsense.

After summarizing the gains.

Lin Yuan finally had the leisure to look into several announcements from the Literature and Art Association.

These announcements didn’t specify an implementation time; they were neat and mostly contained the words “ranking.”

Lin Yuan sensed something amiss after scrutinizing for quite some time and finally discerned something from between the lines.

The whole thing was about “internal competition”!

What’s the point of creating all these bizarre rankings if not to intensify the internal competition across all industries?

To make the big shots from various fields fight over rankings!

The benefit of their fighting, naturally, is the development of art.

No need to pay too much attention.

What Lin Yuan cares about is prestige.

Once the prestige is secured, the four kings are good for nothing.

It’s only proper to focus on extending one’s life.

At this moment.

Downstairs, his mom’s voice rings out: “Dinner time!”

Antarctica immediately runs to open the door.

After dinner, Lin Yuan goes back upstairs to surf the internet and directly logs into Chu Kuang’s blog account.

After the long hustle and bustle of Blue Songlympics.

Lin Yuan has been neglecting Chu Kuang’s situation.

Today he’s checking to see if there’s yet another little fan screaming about sending Chu Kuang razor blades.

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

As soon as he logs in, the backend explodes with notifications of being mentioned by others and private messages from different people.

The comments section under the last post from a few months ago has accumulated a mountain of messages.

“When is the old rascal releasing his new book?”

“The old rascal has disappeared (O||”

“Haven’t heard from him in months!”

“The old rascal must have gone to watch the Blue Songlympics.”

“Dammit!”

“I suspect he went to the scene, ticket courtesy of Xian Yu [sly]”

“This bastard stops writing for a damn match!”

“Wake up, old rascal, you’re trailing behind Xian Yu in popularity now [sideways glance]”

“What happened to the ‘South Xian Yu, North Chu Kuang’ saying?”

“The gap between you two has widened this time!”

“Xian Yu has already ascended to godhood at Blue Songlympics!”

“Wailing!”

“Old rascal, I miss you [crying]”

“Old rascal, please come back [pitiful]”

“Old rascal, I won’t trash-talk you anymore, just come back and write.”

“It’s fine even if you kill off the main character!”

“1000 days without the old rascal, missing him!”

Even if Lin Yuan spends days on it, he couldn’t read through all of this, so he scans through it roughly, feeling surprisingly moved.

Readers are the cutest creatures in the world.

No matter how much they curse Chu Kuang on a regular basis.

Deep down, they truly like Chu Kuang.

Having disappeared for so long, everyone’s comments have even turned gentle.

However…

It seems quite improper that Chu Kuang has been missing for so long.

After all, Chu Kuang isn’t like Shadow, who has a bunch of disciples to help draw comics and maintain presence.

During these days.

The disappearance of both Chu Kuang and Xian Yu makes people feel a bit uneasy.

Time for some damage control.

The outside world is saying that the old rascal…

Oops.

They’re saying that Chu Kuang went to watch the match, right? Might as well go with the flow.

Lin Yuan types:

[Just got back from watching the Blue Songlympics, let me know in the comments what type of book you want to see next. This time I’ll listen to you all, whatever you want, I’ll write.]

Click.

Post.

After getting up and pouring himself a glass of water, Lin Yuan waits for comments from his dear readers.

Huh.

Who says the old rascal is cold-hearted?

Seeing all these heartwarming comments, even Chu Kuang can become tender.

…

What Lin Yuan doesn’t know is.

At the very moment that Chu Kuang makes this post.

On a subway.

Many people’s phones ring at the same time.

“Ding ding ding.”

They simultaneously pull out their phones, then their faces light up with joy!

“The old rascal finally resurfaced!”

“Eh?”

“You’re also a fan of the old rascal?”

“You too?”

“I’m a hater!”

“What a coincidence, so am I!”

…

At a certain company.

The boss is furiously criticizing a subordinate’s proposal.

Suddenly, both of their phones ring.

The boss looks at his phone and immediately smiles:

“Well, well!”

“Boss…”

“Your phone’s ringing.”

“Huh?”

“Take a look.”

“Is that, Chu Kuang?”

“You’ve also turned on special notifications for the old rascal, huh? Since we’re both fans, I’ll let you off this time.”

But I’m a hater, damn it!

I haven’t read his books for ages!

I turned on notifications just so I could diss him whenever I feel like it!

…

At a certain university.

In the classroom.

Many people’s phones are ringing.

This group of people also take out their phones.

“Achoo!”

“He’s alive again!”

“Going to watch the game?!”

“You think you’re worthy of watching the game?!”

“Start typing!”

“Update the story now!”

God knows how many have set special notifications for Chu Kuang!

…

Lin Yuan finished his tea and picked up his phone again to scroll through his adorable readers’ comments.

One minute later.

Lin Yuan’s face darkened.

The comments were nothing like what he imagined.

“Old rascal!”

“Get to work!”

“Stop lazing around!”

“Even the donkeys in our village don’t rest like you do!”

“You’re playing the disappearing act, huh!”

“Xian Yu is making a name for herself, where are you off to?”

“Carrying Xian Yu’s bag, perhaps?”

“Xian Yu: I, Xian Yu, a truly great man, you dare to be mentioned alongside me?”

“And you even ask what genres we want to read?”

“Look at you, getting all cocky!”

“Even Xian Yu wouldn’t dare to be so pretentious!”

Lin Yuan was furious.

What happened to missing me?

Where’s that tender affection?

These ridiculous netizens!

What’s more infuriating is that these ridiculous netizens are discussing in the comments how to prank me:

“The old rascal even dares to ask us what type we want to read, he probably thinks we’ll mention the genres he’s good at, let’s just pick a genre he can’t write for the life of him and watch him squirm!”

“Mystery is definitely a no-go.”

“Fairy tales? Okay, forget I said anything.”

“All fantasy novels like Xianxia are a straight pass.”

“I feel horror is kind of niche.”

“Did you forget about ‘Ghost Blows Out the Light’? What horror novel can compare to that? Better to go for sports, even though he’s the ancestor in that.”

“This guy can write martial arts novels too.”

“Damn it, why does it feel like this old rascal can write anything?!”

“No, we can’t let him be so full of himself!”

“Speaking of which, hasn’t Wei Continent recently joined a merger? The sci-fi novels over there are really impressive, that’s something the old rascal has definitely never written!”

“Right, sci-fi, hardcore!”

“Let him show off!”

“Suggesting a sci-fi novel, guys. Like and upvote, let’s go!”

These people really have too much free time but they’re quite committed. In no time, a comment suggesting sci-fi got upvoted close to a hundred thousand likes.

The comment was:

I dare you to try writing sci-fi, old rascal?

Having fun with memes!

You’re playing with Sun Wukong’s meme, huh?

Sun Wukong agreed to it, you know!

Lin Yuan watched from the beginning to the end as these ridiculous netizens concocted their plans, visibly upset, but he genuinely feared the netizens would request him to write a Liu Bei story.

Luckily.

These people still have some integrity.

But even if it were a Liu Bei story, it’s not like I couldn’t write it. Do you think ‘The Plum in the Golden Vase’ was a joke?

And after all that, they only thought of “sci-fi.”

Lin Yuan almost couldn’t help replying: “Is that all?”

If he responded like that, the readers would surely be furious at him, after all, they had racked their brains to come up with it.

Click to reply to the comment.

Lin Yuan typed: “Got a bit of a clue.”

He hesitated for a moment, thinking these four words were too much like Xian Yu. He deleted the words “a bit of a” and left only “Got a clue.”

After editing, he clicked to post again.

And when so many netizens in the comments saw this reply, they were utterly flabbergasted.

They could attest to one another:

The reason they ended up discussing the sci-fi genre was just to mess with the old rascal by picking a genre he hadn’t touched, to embarrass him.

Just kidding.

Which author from ancient to modern times dared to say that they would write whatever genre the readers wanted? Didn’t they know writing could kill?

Yet nobody expected.

This old rascal actually dared to respond, and with such a smug two-word reply:

Got a clue!

Such an old rascal!

You’ve never written a sci-fi novel yet you claim to “Got a clue”?!?

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ps: I’ve written ten thousand words, demanding the readers to hand over their monthly tickets. Watching their expressions change from disdain to confusion, then to shock, is quite amusing. A coder’s life is just plain and boring like that.