Having spent some time with Yan Jin, Yu Shu had basically figured out what kind of expression Yan Jin had when she was teasing him. Although his instinct told him something was off, Yu Shu, who liked hearing Yan Jin praise him, still honestly perked up his ears. “How so?”

Yu Shu’s two pseudonyms were now basically completely exposed, so the livestream audience could clearly sense his desire to be praised.

[I already discovered Yu Shu is Peach Wine and Apricot Wine. Yan Jin must have realized it too. But she didn’t expose Yu Shu’s pseudonym. What a great person, avoiding another moment of social death for Yu Shu.]

[Our Yu Shu has always lacked confidence. No matter if we private message him or offline, shouting “Baby, you’re already outstanding enough”, our baby still feels that’s only because we view him through rose-colored glasses, but he himself isn’t outstanding at all.]

Yan Jin: “Apricot Wine can write 10,000 words a day, but Peach Wine, it takes him three days to write 10,000 words. Compared to Apricot Wine, Peach Wine really falls short by a hundred thousand miles.”

“Every author has their own strengths. How can you put one down to praise the other?” Yu Shu was a bit unhappy.

Although he was quite glad Apricot Wine was praised by Yan Jin, that didn’t mean he wanted to hear Yan Jin say Peach Wine wasn’t good.

Besides…Apricot Wine and Peach Wine were clearly the same person. Yan Jin had even thrown so many rewards for Apricot Wine before. Changing pseudonyms, she didn’t recognize him anymore.

The fondness Yan Jin expressed before was all lies. Her true love was not Apricot Wine at all!

“But as a reader, what I most want to see is my favorite author writing 10,000 words every day, ideally finishing the novel without dropping it by tomorrow.” After saying that, Yan Jin even mischievously asked Yu Shu, “You follow novels too, you should be able to relate to how I feel, right?”

“But authors also have their own lives. They can’t possibly sit at the desk all day, writing nonstop, right?” Although Yu Shu was a bit depressed, he still tried to reason with Yan Jin. “We have to give authors ample creative space. We can’t force them into such a dead end.”

“It’s not reasonable that once you all get into relationships, you still want a single dog to write fluff for you. That’s too heartless.”

[Ever since I confirmed Apricot Wine is Yu Shu, hearing him say this suddenly feels especially funny.]

[Apricot Wine’s readers are very confused now. Before, Apricot complained to us that “her” real life work was too busy. We thought she was a gentle young lady, but unexpectedly it’s a young man instead.]

[Most authors who write fluff are virgins from birth. This is too real. I feel like my knees have been stabbed to pieces.]

“So I’m also just quietly complaining to you. I didn’t complain to Peach Wine.” Yan Jin said, “Although I’m very regretful that Peach Wine can’t write 10,000 words a day like Apricot Wine, I still like him a lot. Because I like him, that’s why I want to see him write more plot.”

The corners of Yu Shu’s lips curled up slightly. “Then between Peach Wine and Apricot Wine, who do you like more?”

Although both were him, Yu Shu still wanted to know which version of him Yan Jin liked more in her heart.

“Is there even a need to choose?” Yan Jin was very puzzled. “Of course I choose Apricot Wine who can write 10,000 words every day.”

“You’re giving up on Peach Wine just like that?” Yu Shu couldn’t believe it. “You just said you liked him a lot.”

“But Peach Wine can’t write 10,000 words a day. He can only write about 3,000 words a day.” Yan Jin was even more incredulous. “Of course I’d choose Apricot Wine who writes three times more than him every day.”

Yu Shu wanted to refute, but from a reader’s perspective, there was nothing wrong with Yan Jin’s choice.

But Yu Shu still felt a bit off in his heart.

Although both were him, Yan Jin actually differentiated them as superior and inferior.

And what did Yan Jin mean by that look of “how could you ask such a silly question” at the end?

“Who said Peach Wine can’t write 10,000 words?” The more Yu Shu thought about it, the more indignant he felt. “I’ll go write right now. I’ll write a reader letter to Peach Wine, telling him to write 10,000 words tomorrow. Let you see what a real author’s typing speed is like.”

Yan Jin found this topic was going in the wrong direction. Yu Shu was about to expose his pseudonym. Afraid he would realize and experience social death again, she hurriedly changed the subject. “Us readers don’t care how much the author writes, only that the author is healthy and can finish the novel well without dropping it. We really don’t care about anything else.”

Unfortunately, Yan Jin’s rescue came too late. Yu Shu’s whole being was fired up, wishing he could tie a strip of cloth with “strive” written on it around his forehead. “It’s just 10,000 words! Who are you looking down on? Peach Wine can definitely write it out tonight!”