The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Chapter 258: Defending the Challenge

A message from the little store sent netizens into a frenzy on Star Network.

Grab it!

What? Just one Star Coin?

Isn’t that practically a giveaway?

Those netizens who hadn’t received a thank-you gift were initially a bit resentful, but upon seeing the bright sincerity of the small store, they decided to let it go.

Meanwhile, the small wooden house was still busy making these gift boxes.

When Nian Shutong saw He Xinchun’s post on Star Blog, she realized it was an opportunity.

Since it was an opportunity, she seized it.

First, to solidify the existing fanbase, and second, to let the activity of showing off thank-you gifts naturally extend in time, which was essentially free publicity.

In the small wooden house, Rubble and Ji Sisi were continuously making boxes, thankful for the machinery as they had plenty of wood.

After the boxes were made, they all went to Nian Shutong, who, with colored ink, began writing on the boxes.

Once she finished writing, the kids led by Yun He had boxed everything up and sent them off to the next station for delivery.

A fully functional assembly line was formed just like that.

This busyness lasted until ten o’clock at night.

The children had long been replaced by adults.

Fu Yunhe even found time to livestream for a bit, while Nian Shutong never left her post, not even for meals where she ate a few beef and celery buns right there.

After ten o’clock, Nian Shutong also decided to stop there and let everyone rest.

She herself simply stretched her limbs and continued her cultivation.

Cultivation was like rowing upstream; if you didn’t advance, you’d fall back, so one must never slack off.

The gift showing affair stayed hot for about three days, increasing Fu Yunhe’s livestream traffic by twenty million, which was quite impressive.

Even Yu Zeming thought that such a self-promotion tactic made his livestream company seem like it could only offer marginal help and not play a substantial role.

Yu Zeming felt somewhat guilty.

Of Yu Zeming’s guilt, Nian Shutong was unaware.

Her life had been quite peaceful lately, working during the day and cultivating at night.

As for the fishing trips, after Rubble had completed his Mecha, she handed it over entirely to the others who had been learning to fish.

The processing of the seafood had officially begun, but she decided to stockpile goods for a couple more days, in no hurry to communicate with the Legion.

If the Legion wanted the goods, she would ship them.

If the Legion didn’t want them, they would sell them themselves.

In short, there was absolutely no worry about sales.

Lately, Fu Yunhe’s livestreaming went smoothly, without any noteworthy events.

About ten days later, Nian Shutong received a new email invitation.

At that time, Nian Shutong was clearing farmland, carrying trees.

Daodao reminded her that an email had arrived.

“What email?” Nian Shutong, shouldering a tree, didn’t look at her Light Computer and asked Daodao to open it and see.

After opening it, Daodao said to Nian Shutong, “It’s from the Poetry Club. There’s a competition with a prize of Ten Million Star Coins.”

“Sign up, join,” was Nian Shutong’s response.

Upon hearing Ten Million, she had already decided to participate.

She still had a Rubble-branded money-eating beast to feed.

Daodao agreed promptly but still reminded Nian Shutong, “Master, you might need to show your face for this.”

Show her face?

Nian Shutong dropped the tree from her shoulders and sat in a shady spot to read the email.

It was a challenge match, held on Star Network.

Reading over the specific requirements, she noticed they only asked for humans to compete on Star Network, not necessarily to fully replicate their own appearance.

“No problem, sign up,” she decided.

If it wasn’t explicitly stated, then it was permissible.

Of course, among the other people, some were genuinely interested while others were just after fame and fortune. If not now, then when would you show your face?

Daodao signed up quickly, and the registration information from Earth Bar was reported to Mr. Yu at the first opportunity.

Mr. Yu originally wanted Earth Bar to participate because he was afraid that a promising talent might lose themselves. Yet, he felt embarrassed to say it directly, so he forwarded the registration information under the guise of the Poetry Club.

When Mr. Yu finally confirmed Earth Bar’s participation, he sighed in relief.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too late.

The registration lasted for three days, and after those three days, all the contestants received the preliminary round theme–to write a poem about spring.

During these three days, Nian Shutong did what she normally did, making no preparations at all.

When Daodao told her about it, she decided it was time to start learning.

“Daodao, show me that collection of poetry you mentioned before.”

“Right away.”

Nian Shutong began to read at a prodigious pace, her powerful Divine Sense allowing her to memorize everything at a glance, almost like a photocopying machine.

Not only did she remember everything, but her speed was also exceptional.

Before long, she had finished reading.

“Daodao, bring me another batch.”

“As you wish, Master.”

“Another one!”

“Right away!”

“Again.”

“Okay,”

“Now!”

“Here it comes!”

“Now!”

“There’s no more, Master.”

Unknowingly, Nian Shutong read from sunrise to sunset, having gone through almost all the poems.

“That was quick?” she stood up, feeling as if there was something else she hadn’t done.

Meanwhile, at the Poetry Club, President Yu was frantically urging a young clerk, “Not yet?”

“Mr. Yu, no,” the clerk had repeated many times already.

Mr. Yu kept staring at the screen, indeed there was no submission from Earth Bar–what was happening?

Was inspiration running dry?

That could be a possibility, but Mr. Yu wasn’t quite willing to believe it.

Earth Bar shouldn’t be having these issues.

Could it be they’ve encountered their weakness? It couldn’t simply be that they’d forgotten.

Anxious Mr. Yu had no choice as the submission deadline approached with only one hour left.

Should he inquire personally?

As Mr. Yu wrestled with the thought, the clerk’s words brought relief.

“Mr. Yu, it’s here! Earth Bar’s submission has arrived!”

It turned out that not only had Nian Shutong forgotten, but Daodao had also been overwhelmed by searching for poems.

However, as Nian Shutong crossed the creek and saw Rubble waiting for her on the other side, in a flash of inspiration, she thought of the Ten Million Star Coins prize.

“Rubble, wait a moment, I need to make some money.”

Upon hearing it was about making money, Rubble silently waited.

Ever since Nian Shutong restricted his spending, Rubble finally understood the importance and difficulty of earning money.

Rubble could wait.

Nian Shutong quickly chose a poem, sent it, and the words “submission successful” appeared on the screen, relieving her of the worry that she had almost forgotten.

She then looked at Rubble and asked, “What did you need me for?”

So fast?

Rubble didn’t understand how Nian Shutong made money, but he spoke up, “Ms. Nian Shutong, this time Rubble didn’t waste any money. This purchase is necessary and I must acquire these items.”

Rubble handed her a list filled with items Nian Shutong couldn’t understand, but she trusted Rubble’s words.

“Then buy it.” Nian Shutong smoothly transferred the money to Rubble, leaving him somewhat stunned.

Didn’t she dislike him spending money? Why agree so easily?