This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

After refusing Dewey and his mother's unreasonable demands, Yu Chenzhou heard a system notification in his mind, successfully gaining two more chances to win the lottery.

A barely perceptible joy swept through Yu Chenzhou's heart. He had originally thought it would only happen once, but he hadn't expected to receive it twice. This unexpected gain added even more pleasure to his already relaxed mood.

The two lottery entries not only delighted Yu Chenzhou, but also made him more eagerly anticipate the upcoming pre-trial mediation.

He paused, a calculating glint in his eyes, his mind already calculating the various possibilities during the mediation.

According to the relevant provisions of the Civil Procedure Law, for civil disputes that are suitable for mediation, the court may organize mediation before hearing the case.

A case will only formally enter the trial stage if one or both parties explicitly refuse mediation, or if mediation fails to reach an agreement.

The lawsuit he initiated did not involve public interest litigation, confirmation of identity, or confirmation of contract invalidity, which are special circumstances stipulated by law, and fully met the conditions for preliminary mediation.

Therefore, he was certain that the court would organize a mediation session before the formal trial.

Although mediation follows the basic principle of voluntariness, judges must always be given face unless core principles are involved.

So even if you don't want to participate in the mediation from the bottom of your heart, you still have to go through the process step by step.

Since simply refusing Dewey and his mother would grant two chances to enter the lottery.

If, during mediation, one directly rejects the other party's litigation representative, wouldn't that be equivalent to rejecting all 4025 people being sued by them at once?

The moment this thought crossed Yu Chenzhou's mind, his heart began to race slightly.

In other words, as long as he refuses the other party's unreasonable demands during mediation, he can win 4025 chances to win a prize at once.

The sheer number of draws is enough to get anyone's blood pumping.

These more than four thousand chances to win the lottery were one of the key reasons why Yu Chenzhou decided to launch this class-action lawsuit.

To maintain a firm stance while also securing the system rewards for refusing the other party, the number of lottery draws is clearly much more important than simply obtaining compensation through legal action.

The thought of receiving over four thousand chances to win a prize filled Yu Chenzhou with undisguised joy, and a smile crept onto his lips.

He gathered his thoughts and unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Dr. Yu, Dr. Yu, wait a minute! Please wait a minute!"

Just as Yu Chenzhou was walking briskly towards home, still pondering the lottery details, a clear and somewhat urgent girl's voice suddenly came from behind him, breaking his thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou subconsciously stopped and slowly turned around, looking in the direction of the voice to see who was calling him.

What came into view was the same young girl who had offered to provide the video earlier.

She was running towards him, panting, and holding the hand of a middle-aged man.

"Who are you? Is there anything else you need?"

Yu Chenzhou steadied himself, a perfectly measured hint of doubt on his face, his gaze sweeping over the young girl and the middle-aged man beside her.

The little girl used all her strength to pull her father along and run quickly toward her.

The middle-aged man's face was full of helplessness and resistance, and his steps were slow. He had obviously been dragged there by his daughter, and his unwillingness was obvious at a glance.

Looking at the starkly different expressions on the father's and daughter's faces, Yu Chenzhou's curiosity grew even stronger.

The daughter's face was full of joy and excitement, her eyes sparkling, like a little fan who had met her idol;

The father, on the other hand, looked resistant and helpless, with even a hint of barely perceptible disdain.

Running up to Yu Chenzhou, the little girl took a slight breath, then looked up at him expectantly and began to introduce him:

"Teacher Yu, I am your loyal fan. My name is Xie Siyao! This is my father, Xie Jinpeng."

"Ms. Yu, could you please sign your autograph for me?"

As she spoke, she gently shook her father's arm, her eyes brimming with anticipation.

"Signature is no problem."

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou smiled gently, then turned his gaze to Xie Jinpeng, who looked reluctant, and asked in a teasing tone.

"But I'm curious, what's wrong with Mr. Xie? Judging from his expression, he doesn't seem to like me?"

He paused, then added, as if jokingly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Xie, I already have a girlfriend, and I would never steal your 'little cotton-padded jacket' away."

"No, Ms. Yu, you've misunderstood!"

Xie Siyao quickly waved her hand and explained.

"My dad already knew you had a girlfriend!"

The reason he's acting this way is because...because he's a hater of yours!

When she mentioned the word "hater," Xie Siyao emphasized it, and her gaze toward her father was filled with obvious disdain, as if she felt it was shameful for her father to be a hater.

Upon hearing the word "anti-fans," Yu Chenzhou was instantly stunned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He truly did not expect that he would encounter his own hater under such circumstances, and that the hater was the fan's father.

After a brief moment of surprise, he immediately pressed for an answer:

"Is it one of those anti-fans in my fan group, or just any troll you see online?"

After all, there is a fundamental difference between the two.

The so-called "haters" in the fan group mostly just disagree with his blind imitation of the artistic styles of Gu Kaizhi and Wang Xizhi in painting; it's purely a difference in artistic concepts.

The online trolls, on the other hand, are shameless haters who criticize without any regard for the facts, purely for the sake of criticizing. The two are simply incomparable.

Upon hearing this question, Xie Jinpeng's cheeks flushed red instantly, and his eyes became somewhat evasive, revealing an awkward and uncomfortable expression.

After all, as a "hater," being exposed in front of the idol would make anyone feel guilty.

Fortunately, Xie Siyao came to his rescue in time and quickly said:

"My dad is a hater in Teacher Yu's fan group, not one of those rude haters online!"

He simply doesn't like your art style!

"Oh, that's alright."

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou smiled with relief, his tone very open-minded.

"Artistic concepts are inherently subjective and vary from person to person. It's normal for people not to understand each other, and it's not a big deal."

He changed the subject, looked at Xie Jinpeng, and said with a smile.

"But it's clear that your father still loves you very much."

If it were me, and my daughter dragged me here to get an autograph from someone I didn't like, I'd probably turn around and run away by now.

"No, that's not true! He doesn't love me; he's just doing it out of necessity!"

Xie Siyao pouted, rolled her eyes, and retorted mercilessly.

"Because my mom is also a huge fan of yours! She's the only one in the family who objects, so she has no say at all!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou was completely dumbfounded, and the expression on his face instantly became somewhat strange.

He hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously:

"If I may ask, your parents... didn't argue or even fight because of me, this 'point of contention'?"

After all, fans and haters are sometimes sworn enemies, and conflicts can easily arise.

"They did hit each other! But to me, they were just showing off their affection!"

Xie Siyao answered calmly, then proudly raised her chin.

"Besides, it was two against one, and with my mom and me on his side, he had no choice but to submit obediently; he had absolutely no room to resist!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou was instantly amused by the amusing family atmosphere and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This little girl is definitely "leaky," she actually so blatantly "betrayed" her father.

He glanced at Xie Jinpeng beside him, whose expression was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and secretly guessed what was going on in his mind.

At this moment, Xie Jinpeng's biggest wish is probably to quickly create a new account and get an ally to "even the score."

Seeing Xie Jinpeng's increasingly embarrassed expression, his cheeks almost turning completely red, Yu Chenzhou quickly suppressed his smile, proactively changed the subject, and turned his gaze back to Xie Siyao, asking gently:

"By the way, Xie Siyao, didn't you want an autograph? Where are you going to sign it?"

"Hehe, Teacher Yu, I'm all ready! Ta-da!"

Reminded, Xie Siyao immediately remembered her business. Her eyes lit up, and she excitedly rummaged through her small backpack at her waist, pulling out two photos and a brand-new pen, which she then handed to Yu Chenzhou.

Yu Chenzhou reached out and took it. He initially thought it was a personal photo of her, but when he looked down, he realized that the photo was actually of his recently completed painting, "The Legacy of Huangpu".

He raised an eyebrow, secretly admiring the girl's thoughtfulness; she had even prepared photos of her work.

"You've prepared quite well; you've put a lot of thought into it."

Yu Chenzhou smiled and nodded, picked up a pen, and carefully signed his name in the lower right corner of both photos.

The handwriting is elegant and flowing; aside from not recognizing the characters, there are no other problems.

After all, most people can't read doctors' handwriting.

Xie Siyao carefully took the signed photo, holding it in her hands as if it were a precious treasure. She looked at it again and again, then looked up and asked with expectant eyes:

"Teacher Yu, I really like your paintings. Do you have any plans to open painting classes in the future?"

I want to learn to draw from you!

"Thank you for liking it."

Yu Chenzhou smiled gently and responded patiently.

"I don't have any plans to start art classes right now, but if I do, I'll definitely let you know immediately and have you as one of my first students, how about that?"

Yu Chenzhou agreed verbally, but secretly began to ponder.

In fact, there are quite a few ink painting training classes in China, and you can find several in every city, but very few of them can actually produce decent students.

Why is this happening?

The reason is simple: the entry threshold for ink painting seems very low, and you can easily learn to paint a few strokes, but to truly delve into it and grasp its essence is extremely difficult.

The core issue lies in the "artistic conception" of ink painting—a mysterious feeling that can only be understood intuitively and cannot be expressed in words or language.

To comprehend this ineffable realm of meaning requires not only diligent study but also exceptional talent.

Ink painting is a very peculiar thing. Those who understand it can see through the profound meaning in the painting at a glance, while those who don't understand it can't understand it no matter how much you explain it. There is no intermediate state of half understanding and half not understanding.

After politely saying goodbye to Xie Jinpeng and his daughter, Yu Chenzhou turned around and continued walking home, his steps becoming much lighter.

Not long after I got home, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock outside the door, which meant that Xiao Yilin had come home from get off work.

Because Yu Chenzhou took the day off to avoid going to the hospital, and because he overslept this morning and couldn't take Xiao Yilin to the company, Xiao Yilin drove herself to work this morning.

As soon as Xiao Yilin entered the room, she put down her bag and went straight into the study, where she immediately saw the newly placed portrait of herself on the desk.

A faint blush instantly spread across her cheeks, her eyes softened, and her heart was filled with sweetness and secret joy.

Perhaps it was because she had seen it so many times, or perhaps it was because the emotions contained in the painting were so genuine.

She gained a deeper understanding of the profound emotions conveyed in Yu Chenzhou's paintings.

You can even clearly feel the tenderness in Yu Chenzhou's heart when she created this painting.

During dinner that evening, Yu Chenzhou told Xiao Yilin about the farce that had happened in the neighborhood that day.

After listening, Xiao Yilin's face showed a look of emotion, and she said with feeling:

"Yes, most young people nowadays prefer Western art forms and have a lower and lower acceptance of our country's classical calligraphy and painting art that has been passed down for thousands of years. It's quite disheartening to think about."