Chapter 594

After the livestream ended, Ye Xuan's series of golden quotes were posted online by countless editors.

Netizens who missed the livestream all shouted that they had missed out on a fortune, addictively watching one livestream clip after another.

Even many netizens who participated in the livestream couldn't help but rewatch it over and over again.

As the popularity grew, a topic was pushed to the trending list by everyone's discussion.

【A Day of Pitying Mr. Murakami Haruki】

Under the topic, it was full of cheerful teasing from netizens.

"Murakami Haruki: I thought I came to learn, but I learned nothing…"

"Front row, you're wronging Ye Gouzi! Maybe Ye Gouzi doesn't think he's humble-bragging at all, he's just telling the truth 【Covering face】"

"Doesn't the person above realize that the words 'telling the truth' are even more heartbreaking?! I've already suffered ten thousand points of damage 【Crying uncontrollably】"

"Mr. Murakami's inner monologue: Didn't I just want to win a Nobel Prize in Literature? Why is it so hard?! #A Day of Pitying Mr. Murakami Haruki"

"I feel the gap between a serious straight-A student and a carefree genius! 【Cracking】"

……

At this moment, Murakami Haruki, who didn't know he was being pitied by countless netizens, had already started asking about Ye Xuan's arrangements for the next day.

"I'm afraid I'll be bothering you for a while; I'm thinking of learning from you seriously in every aspect……"

Seeing that this Mr. Murakami was about seventy years old with gray hair, and had already won countless honors in Japan, yet was now earnestly putting himself in the role of a student, a few black lines couldn't help but appear on Ye Xuan's forehead.

I always feel like it's a bit weird!

After chatting for a few words, Ye Xuan sent off Murakami Haruki and Tian Zhong, who had already booked a homestay in advance.

Subsequently, Ye Xuan began to welcome his favorite time of the day.

Night!

On the other side, Murakami Haruki and Tian Zhong, who had settled into the homestay, had already started reviewing today's livestream.

During the livestream, both were deeply attracted by Ye Xuan's unexpected answers.

Upon reviewing, the two looked at each other and clearly saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

It was the same story, but if someone else told it, it might not achieve Ye Xuan's effect.

What does this explain?

It explains that Ye Xuan had long reached a state of perfection in his choice of words!

Using the most refined wording to present the most ordinary stories with exquisite effects!

This is the strength of a Nobel Prize in Literature winner!

In his excitement, Murakami Haruki immediately buried his head in his observation diary and wrote line after line of text.

Right now, he was even more impatiently looking forward to the arrival of the next day, wishing he could make his observation diary even more detailed.

The next day.

Murakami Haruki woke up at 3:00 AM without an alarm clock.

That's right, 3:00 AM.

After all, there is a one-hour time difference between China and Japan; it was 4:00 AM in Japan, his usual wake-up time.

Right now, it was pitch black outside the window, appearing exceptionally quiet.

Murakami Haruki turned on the room's main light immediately.

Following his usual habit, Murakami Haruki washed his face, brewed a cup of coffee, and started his unwavering writing.

After writing five pages of manuscript at his desk, with the entire tube of ink in his fountain pen about to run out, Murakami Haruki finally looked out the window.

At this time, the morning light was slightly bright, the fish-belly white on the horizon was clearly visible, and it finally had a shadow of the day.

Putting away the manuscript, Murakami Haruki stood up and stretched.

Looking at the clock, he noticed the hour hand was pointing exactly at ten.