More people poured into Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream as the butler and assistant bots began dishing out the food. Twenty servings of snow-white rice were piled like small mountains, topped with caralized, dark-brown old duck, and accompanied by a sour, spicy, and refreshing shredded potato salad. This was a truly intoxicating delicacy, impossible to resist.
Once the twenty servings were prepared, Jiang Qiuqiu clicked the one-touch upload button.
The magnificent sight was laid out before you. You watched the juices from the beer-braised duck trickle over the snow-white rice, saw the chili oil on the shredded potatoes slowly seep down, and slled the fresh and spicy aroma. Even if you were rooting against this strear, you couldn’t possibly refuse.
Because your brain would tell you—
’Eat. Why wouldn’t you eat sothing this delicious? Besides, no one will know.’
’Your mouth wouldn’t forgive you for passing this up!’
GRAB IT!!!
And so, inside the small room, a plate of fragrant beer-braised duck with rice materialized in front of each of Xiong Xin’s childhood friends.
"This—"
"Is it really okay for us to be eating this? We ca here to support Xiong Xin, but now, uh..."
"It’s probably fine to eat it. We’re not his fans, just friends showing so support. Even if we eat it, we don’t have to support her."
"True."
Having apparently convinced themselves, the group of six lowered their heads.
OM NOM NOM NOM!
...
DING!
Six empty plates appeared in the room.
DING!
Six conflicted souls were born in the room.
Before eating the al, the group had planned to pay lip service—eat her food, but not give her their votes.
But...
"It’s not like you can say Xiong Xin is worse than this plate of food, it’s just... it’s just..."
"We could still vote for him. He’s a cha strear, after all," the speaker said, scratching his head. "This Jiang Jiujiu is just a food strear. Conceptually speaking, Xiong Xin is the rightful winner."
"..."
"No, I don’t think that’s the right way to think about it. This isn’t a battlefield; it’s a livestream competition. Shouldn’t we vote for whoever brought us more joy? What does the ’concept’ have to do with it?"
The group began to argue.
Soon, amidst their arguing, it was nearly six-thirty.
At six-thirty, the final competition of the day would be over.
anwhile, a sea of bullet comnts flooded Jiang Qiuqiu’s livestream.
[She’s on another level. I’d call her the strongest, for real...]
[Now I get why this stream gets recomnded so much.]
[Okay, okay, now I understand why my boss and my advisor love watching this. I’ll never call their taste weird again.]
[So all that stuff from before was just to set up how amazing this would taste in the end!]
"I’m glad you all like it."
"The stream is ending soon. If you enjoyed my food, please give a vote after the competition is over."
[Okay!]
[Okay!!]
Who could possibly say no to a Juju who cooks this well!
And so, the mont the clock ticked past 6:30, billions of viewers in the livestream imdiately cast their competition votes for Jiang Jiujiu.
In a matter of breaths, her vote count had already surpassed 1.6 billion.
Xiong Xin’s votes were also increasing, but once the initial surge was over, his growth rate beca insignificant.
A competition that had lasted a full month could be decided in a matter of monts.
Under the gaze of the masses—
"Alright, alright, no need to argue."
Back in the small room, one of them announced, "The results are out."
One pillar shot up to the heavens, while the other slowed to a halt.
"It doesn’t matter who we give our six votes to now. It won’t change the outco."
Five minutes later, the storm subsided. The master AI separated the connected livestreams and announced to the entire platform—
"Congratulations to Food-category strear Jiang Jiujiu for her victory in the competition against strear Xiong Xin with 5,735,981,441 votes—becoming this year’s Most Popular Strear on the Federation Livestreaming Platform!"
Amidst a storm of cheers, Qiuqiu claid the crown.
She was number one.
The number one spot she had been dreaming of!
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