All-rounder Artist Chapter 1279: 1068: The Heartbroken

Chapter 1279: Chapter 1068: The Heartbroken

Wei Continent.

Chen Le is a science fiction writer.

Since Wei Continent is the homeland of Blue Star science fiction, the number of sci-fi writers here surpasses all other types of writers bined.

However.

Even among the sci-fi writers of Wei Continent, Chen Le could be considered mid to upper tier.

Not the top, yet quite more than sufficient pared to the bottom.

Today, after finishing his novel, Chen Le, as usual, scrolled through some group chats and stumbled upon people discussing Chu Kuang in one of the sci-fi writers’ groups.

“Chu Kuang?”

Chen Le immediately became interested.

After Wei Continent joined the great union of Blue Star, Chen Le read many novels from other continents, delving into a wide range of subjects.

He wasn’t one of those stick-in-the-mud types who only read science fiction just because he’s a sci-fi writer himself.

To Chen Le, every piece of literature holds value and substance.

During his reading of other continents’ novels, his favorite turned out to be a novel named “Sherlock Holmes.”

The author of this novel was none other than Chu Kuang!

So he clicked into the group chat, scrolling through the chat history.

“This is quite interesting.”

A slight smile formed on the corner of Chen Le’s mouth.

The Qin Continent writer he admired had actually made a first attempt at writing a science fiction novel!

Maybe this was an opportunity to strike up a conversation with his idol and possibly share some experience about writing sci-fi novels!

After all, specialization is key in any profession.

Especially since he’s considered a notable writer in the Wei Continent’s sci-fi munity.

With this in mind.

Chen Le quickly downloaded the blog.

Each continent has its own major online platform.

Despite being united for so long, no single platform could dominate and unite Blue Star.

More often than not.

Netizens from each continent still prefer the familiarity of their own platforms.

After registering a blog account, Chen Le followed Chu Kuang and then found a novel titled “The Heartbroken.”

“This must be the short sci-fi story they were discussing.”

With a mixture of curiosity and interest, Chen Le opened the novel.

First-person narrative?

The very first paragraph began with “I,” which made Chen Le feel a bit unfortable.

He read on.

And became even more surprised.

This “I” didn’t seem to be the protagonist?

A very bold structure, not everyone dares to write like this, worthy of the creator of Sherlock Holmes.

Amidst his admiration.

Chen Le continued to read.

The plot began to take shape under the sketch of words:

It turns out that the main character, named He Xi, es from a single-parent worker’s family, with his mother having lost her job.

Fortunately.

He Xi is highly educated, has a bright future, and possesses an incredibly sharp mind, a true mathematical genius!

In the novel.

There is a lot of detailed description of the mother.

This mother, despite being uneducated herself, is filled with pride for her highly cultured son, caring for him in every possible way.

As great as all mothers around the world who dearly love their children.

And He Xi, like children everywhere, harbors deep love for his mother while also finding her nagging, and perhaps her over-attentive care, rather annoying:

Put on more clothes…

Don’t drink alcohol too often…

Avoid eating out…

I’ve heated the soup for you to drink…

He Xi would find his mother’s meticulousness to be excessive at times.

Taking advantage of the moment his mother went to reheat the soup, He Xi left home for school.

…

[ “He Xi,” she called out softly. Then her gaze hastily searched the room, noting with a sense of relief the absence of the two sweaters stuffed into a bag. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her hand as the bowl of vermicelli soup fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Xia Qunfang blew on her hand, a pained expression on her face, deepening the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Then she went to the kitchen to get a mop.

I stood by the dining table, looking at the spilled vermicelli soup on the floor, thinking to myself:

This soup must taste extraordinarily good.

Better than all the delicacies in the world. ]

…

Back at the school.

He Xi found his mentor.

It turns out that as a mathematical genius, he had developed a theory, this scientific theory was called “Micro-Continuity Theory.”

However, his mentor was not optimistic about this Micro-Continuity Theory.

In fact.

He Xi’s mentor didn’t even fully understand the manuscript He Xi had submitted.

A lot of the transformations made him confused, and many new conceptual things also made it quite difficult for him to accept.

In other words.

The Micro-Continuity Theory proposed by He Xi was a pletely new concept that did not fit into any existing system.

…

[ “Have you ever thought about where your Micro-Continuity Theory might be applied? I mean, even in the wildest of imaginations,” Liu Qing tried to make his voice softer, although he knew it was of little use.

He Xi shuddered, his face turned pale. “I don’t know,” he said, then hugged his head.

I noticed a water stain spreading on the cheap tiled floor beneath He Xi’s feet. ]

…

Ten Years of time!

He Xi invested countless efforts to prove his research; he considered even the minutest details, and now the entire theory was self-consistent, without any contradictions.

However, his mentor’s question caused He Xi to shed tears.

Even He Xi himself didn’t know in what field his research could be applied.

But He Xi didn’t give up.

He was so close to pletely finishing his Micro-Continuity.

…

A story of perseverance leading to success?

As he read, Chen Le pondered Xian Yu’s intent behind the writing.

This was Chen Le’s professional habit.

At that moment.

The protagonist He Xi faced an emotional crisis.

Turns out someone had fallen for He Xi’s girlfriend, Jiang Xue.