Today was a special day.

The shut-ins who usually stayed up till dawn gaming, then slept half the next day away, all got up early today under their parents’ stunned gazes.

The normies who usually got so busy with piston motion they lost track of time also turned down exercise the night before and switched to hand exercise instead. At least for this one day, they answered the nation’s family planning policy. Too bad for those hundreds of millions of little lives that never made it where they were supposed to go.

In short, everyone was trying to get up early.

Because at eight o’clock today, the final volume of Your Lie in July would be released all at once!

This was the announcement Luo Xiaolu posted on Weibo. After Penguin’s promotion, it had already climbed onto the trending list.

And Luo Xiaolu’s Weibo followers had already passed five hundred thousand. In this world, fake bot accounts weren’t as rampant as in his previous life, so those five hundred thousand were the real deal. Naturally, his popularity was sky-high.

Lin Xiaohan lay in a hospital bed. She had just finished her second surgery, yet she still insisted on getting her phone. No matter how the doctor tried to persuade her, she wouldn’t listen. But one nurse understood her very well and said,

“When it updates, I’ll read it to you.”

“Okay...” Lin Xiaohan nodded with tears in her eyes.

In music class, Xia Fei, who had already switched careers and become a music teacher, held a guitar patched up with layers of tape. He told all the students to be quiet, then simply sat there in silence.

The students couldn’t understand it, but they knew one thing.

Their teacher was waiting for his faith.

Xia Mo, who usually didn’t get up until dark, also woke up this morning. Because today, she suddenly wanted to get up early and work out, and then... casually check her phone.

Inside an abandoned factory in the suburbs, in front of two black sedans.

A group of mafia bosses had gathered there. During a cash-for-goods exchange, one big bro in sunglasses noticed the goods had been cut with a bit of flour. He flew into a rage at once.

He smashed the suitcase hard onto the ground. The other side immediately drew their guns. The two groups faced off, both bristling with menace.

A black-market gang shootout was about to erupt!

Right then, one clueless underling suddenly cried out,

“The final chapter of Your Lie in July is updating!”

Both groups froze for a second, then smiled at each other.

“You too?”

So that underling got beaten up, and the two groups gathered back together. They stared at their phone screens without blinking, all warm and harmonious, like one big happy family.

The goods and the suitcase full of cash were left on the ground. Everyone had successfully contributed to the anti-crime campaign.

At that moment, the big bro in sunglasses waved toward the distance again.

“July Panic is updating!”

A group of armed police immediately stepped out from behind a distant pillar. The three groups exchanged knowing smiles at once. One gang member excitedly patted the captain of the armed police on the shoulder.

“Brother Wei, come join us!”

None of the gangsters cared why this guy knew the captain. The three groups gathered together again, staring at their phone screens without blinking, all smiles, all harmony, enjoying quality family time.

The armed police threw all their guns onto the ground too. Everyone had successfully contributed to the anti-gun cause.

When the time on their phones crawled from 7:59 through the longest minute in the world and finally jumped to 8:00—

With a ding-dong.

Everyone received the update notification.

Then, a strange illness popular among a niche crowd in East Asia broke out in full force—Treeman Addiction!!

The people afflicted with Treeman Addiction mutated on the spot. They slammed into the novel page, devouring it hungrily. Their fingers jabbed wildly at their screens. Many rolled their eyes back, convulsed all over, and let out blissful moans.

As if this alone could bring them a satisfaction they had never known before.

Some people had phones too laggy to load the page. They were so anxious they looked like pure-hearted boys fumbling through their first time. They could only panic in place, suffering so badly they jumped around and smashed their phones in rage.

This update was a full ten thousand words.

It declared that Your Lie in July had officially ended.

In the hospital, the nurse read the story aloud with deep feeling. Her voice kept catching and turning hoarse. As she went on, she could barely speak clearly anymore. But Lin Xiaohan wasn’t angry. She cried along with her—

She needed a moment.

In the classroom, Xia Fei read while narrating the novel’s plot to his students. Just like last month, when he publicly humiliated that male student. Then he continued strumming his guitar, playing a requiem for Fusang for all the students. A school administrator passing by saw the whole classroom in tears and thought everyone had been moved by the music. He was deeply touched and prepared to give Xia Fei a raise.

Everyone read with complete focus.

Half an hour later—

The entire city was shrouded in depression...

Many confused people looked at their phones. It was clearly only 8:30, so why did everywhere feel like midnight?

There was one boy, Wang Xiaoming. Just this morning, the girl he had chased for three years confessed to him. He had also just won thirty million in the lottery. Ma Huateng and Ma Yun were both fighting to adopt him as their son. Even so, after finishing the novel, he still cried and wanted to die.

As Lin Xiaohan listened, tears streamed down her face. “So miracles really don’t exist, do they?!” Her hand had already reached the oxygen tube, scaring the nurse into screaming. A whole group rushed into the room and pinned her hand down.

As Xia Fei kept reading, more and more tears poured down. His guitar grew more and more mournful. In the end, he successfully demonstrated how to make a guitar sound like a suona. It was worthy of being put into textbooks for future generations to study.

Xia Mo cried as she read and cursed, “Damn that Porridge Treeman, damn that Porridge Treeman, Kaoru actually died...” Yet her hand never stopped turning the pages.

Sakura Province already had the highest suicide rate in the world.

But on this day, Chiba City still managed to break the record.

The rooftop of Penguin Group’s tallest building in Chiba was packed wall to wall. If you wanted to jump, you had to take a number and wait in line. Company employees even got special privileges and the right to jump first.

Every bridge over the river had already been sealed off by police. The river itself was full of boats, all tasked with fishing out people who jumped in.

Some people were driven into despair.

And some were healed.

What followed was countless fugitives turning themselves in and laying down their butcher knives.

Many couples who had been arguing saw the girl apologize first for once. Love that had been on the verge of breaking apart was stitched back together. That night, the two spent another unforgettable spring evening together, making the backup simps, bootlickers, and male besties—who had spent a whole month trying to break them up—go so dizzy with rage they nearly passed out.

That was the power of love!!

What the hell had happened to this world??

The confused masses all cried out.

Luo Xiaolu’s Weibo and the novel’s comment section had exploded too. The usual hot-headed bros and pink-avatar sis types finally showed their gentle side. Every last one of them turned into literary giants, into poets.

“No regrets entering July in this life; in the next, may I be Friend A.”

“If I fall asleep holding my longing for you, then I’ll definitely see you in my dreams, right? But if I know it’s a dream, then I’d rather never wake up.”

“Set out boldly on your journey. I don’t know what lies ahead on the road, but we still took that step, and we are still on the journey.”

“In dreams, falling sakura fills the air with Kaoru’s fragrance; awake, I still remember July’s lie.”