Livestreaming: I am retarded, but selected to join the analoghorror game?!
Chapter 229 - 218 Flash_3

Chapter 229: Chapter 218 Flash_3

"Would you ghostwrite for me?"

"...Yes, yes! I will ghostwrite for you!" Lu Qiou instinctively nodded vigorously.

"The manuscript is in the second drawer on the left side of the desk."

Then, Lu Qiou came into contact with "Flash" for the first time and, under Feister’s guidance, he began to write this work.

Feister did not dictate the writing word for word, but simply gave guidance, letting Lu Qiou write in his own words.

"Clements is a tall man with no expression, intimidating at first glance, but one realizes he is a good man in the mundane sense after getting to know him slightly."

"Nania has just been betrayed, so she distrusts others immensely, but she actually wants to trust others."

"Liliana is lost; she does not know whether to die or to continue living and does not care much about everything around her. However, she still wants to keep her distance from others to avoid hurting anyone."

For some reason, with just a simple description from Feister, Lu Qiou could naturally fill in a great deal of content with his own words.

That strange feeling, continuously exploding in his mind, came over him once again.

Lu Qiou understood that this state was not bestowed by God, but given to him by Feister.

Lu Qiou wrote the words, extremely happy in his heart.

"And then, Clements starts explaining what a flashlight is to Liliana."

"What? No no, that’s too bland," Lu Qiou excitedly said, "It would be more interesting to write that Clements feels hurt because of the generation gap!"

"Are you serious?" Feister seemed a bit surprised, "Clements is a college student, you know."

Lu Qiou nodded confidently, "Of course, the times are changing very fast these days, and generational gaps are a significant issue! If I were Clements, I would definitely feel that way!"

"...Then let’s go with that," Feister said with a gentle smile.

At that moment, the two were incredibly in sync.

Perhaps... they could have become best friends, kindred spirits who understood each other.

But unfortunately... that was no longer possible.

With their collaboration, the story developed rapidly, but... ultimately, it could not conclude with a period.

"And then? What happens next... Feister?"

Lu Qiou hurriedly looked at Feister and found him staring blankly at him.

"...I’m sorry," he said.

That sudden statement made Lu Qiou’s soul tremble.

"Why apologize?" Lu Qiou asked, his voice trembling.

"I... I know you went against everyone’s advice to secure the newcomer award for me. You thought highly of me, yet I failed to meet your expectations..."

Feister was referring to the incident where Lu Qiou publicly criticized his work.

"No... no!" Lu Qiou quickly stood up, "That’s not true! It’s more like... I harmed you."

"No, you are mistaken," Feister said softly, "those who hurt us were hired, it had nothing to do with you."

"..."

"I always thought... you thought my story was too poor, so you behaved that way. I... failed to meet your expectations."

"No!" Only on this, Lu Qiou could assert confidently, "I really like your story! I... have always respected and agreed with you."

"..." Feister smiled with relief, "Good to hear, really... thank you. I... feel at peace now."

After that, Feister’s eyes slowly closed.

"...Feister?"

Lu Qiou hastened to Feister... he was breathing, he had fallen asleep.

"...Rest well now."

Then, after the doctor arrived at the door, Lu Qiou left.

The next day, Lu Qiou received the news of Feister’s death.

After that, Lu Qiou started writing "Deserted Mountain Night" and planned to publish the book "Flash," bundling it with his own "Deserted Mountain Night."

The story "Flash" was left unfinished, so Lu Qiou left many blank pages at the end.

He did not want Feister’s story to remain blank forever; he hoped that talented geniuses in the future could write the final ending for the story.

This is the untold story behind "Deserted Mountain Night."

"I know, Feister actually had no resentment towards me," Lu Qiou said to Xiao Yi, "but even so, I don’t think I am any ’Flash.’ You should understand what kind of person I am, right? In the eyes of Feister, who could see clearly into the dark distance, how could someone like me be the ’Flash’?"

"...Let me tell you a story," Xiao Yi suddenly said.

"...A story? Your story?"

"No, your story," Xiao Yi said, "This is the true meaning of ’Flash’ as I have surmised after hearing so many stories. But ultimately, I cannot assert that it is reality, the truth. So, this is just a story."

Then, Xiao Yi shared his understanding of the ’Flash.’

"Feister’s actions reflected his thoughts," Xiao Yi said, "He always said his life was dark because he did not expect to see the sun, and therefore, he probably had no expectations for his works either, but then someone went against all opposition to let him win a newcomer’s prize.

To know that there is someone who understands himself, and that he is not alone, wouldn’t that make anyone happy?

Moreover, according to your story, although Feister was dismissive of others, he always held you in great respect. That harsh criticism was his greatest respect to you, a fellow creator."

"..." Lu Qiou listened quietly to Xiao Yi’s words, having no thought of objecting.