Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 579: Chapter 598: Wait, It’s Qiuqiu, and Also Juju

The grueling series of battles was physically exhausting. After leaving the Gravity Room, Jiang Qiuqiu went back to her dorm and collapsed onto her bed.

Her spiritual power hadn’t recovered properly for some time now, and today she’d finally hit her limit. With some free time on her hands, a wave of drowsiness washed over Jiang Qiuqiu, and she fell asleep before she even realized it.

She slept soundly and deeply, for a very, very long time.

She had planned to rest in the afternoon and get up for dinner, but after taking a shower and feeling all clean and refreshed, she didn’t wake up at all that evening.

Liu Tingting had also finished her competition. That night, when the Nutrient Liquids were being distributed, someone asked if they should wake Jiang Qiuqiu. Liu Tingting glanced at Juju on the bed. Her small face was squished against the pillow, and with the blanket covering half of it, her cheeks looked a little flushed.

She knew Jiang Qiuqiu hadn’t been resting well lately. Besides, there was nothing scheduled tomorrow for those who were already done with their matches. "Let’s not," she said. "Let Qiuqiu rest a bit longer. Her Nutrient Liquid is over there; I’ll go get it for her."

The next day, Jiang Qiuqiu woke up to bright sunlight, feeling unusually groggy.

’What the—? Where am I? What the hell? How is it suddenly morning!?’

It wasn’t until Liu Tingting came over to talk to her that she realized it was already the next day. She had slept for over twenty hours.

After washing up, her stomach felt completely empty. A blue tube of Nutrient Liquid appeared before her.

"I got this for you yesterday. Want it?"

"Yes!" When you were this hungry, even Nutrient Liquid didn’t seem so unbearable. ’Ugh, never mind.’

’That’s got a real kick to it.’ "Thanks, Tingting."

"What’s there to thank me for? You’ve treated me to meals so many times, Juju."

"...Treated you to meals?"

"Haha, yeah, during your free fan giveaways! I manage to snag a spot every time, and the food is always amazing!~ By the way, Juju, how did your matches go yesterday? What place did you get?"

"15th overall. You?"

"15th? That’s amazing! I only got 27th. I’m so terrible. I’ve been around Mechas since I was a kid, but my performance is still awful."

"Don’t worry about it. If you want to get stronger, you just have to train hard from now on."

The day passed quickly as the two chatted. The competitions ended even earlier than the day before; by three in the afternoon, almost everyone who was supposed to be back had returned.

Some were happy, some were sad.

At seven in the evening, the supervising instructor posted an announcement in the new recruits’ group chat: the list of Mecha Soldiers who had made it into the top 100 for this year’s final tournament.

It was also announced that all 100 of these new recruits would receive the title of "Accomplished Mecha Soldier" and be awarded 5 merit points. After the final round of battles, the top 10 students would earn the title of "Outstanding Mecha Soldier" and be awarded 10 merit points.

Tomorrow’s competition will take place on the official training field, where participants will pilot real Mechas. Some soldiers from the local garrison will be there to watch. Any students who are curious are free to go and observe tomorrow as well. The venue will be open to all.

Instructor Ning Xiaoyu: I recommend that everyone attend if you can. Regardless of whose ’competition’ or ’battlefield’ this is, it’s a valuable learning experience.

Instructor Ning Xiaoyu: Learning to absorb experience is something every aspiring Mecha Soldier must do to grow.

To those competing tomorrow: get a good rest. The tournament is gauntlet-style, and we won’t be taking long breaks. There will be a ten-minute interval between rounds where you’ll be given a Nutrient Liquid. Fight hard, and don’t show any fear.

Many people replied with "Got it."

As a polite member of the 21st century, Jiang Qiuqiu also liked to fire off a quick "Got it" when she saw messages like this. Then she put her phone down.

Elsewhere, Huo Jia, who was in the middle of a spiritual power meditation, felt his terminal vibrate. He opened it, took a look, and saw...

He also replied with a "Got it."

’So she made it in too. Maybe we’ll be matched against each other tomorrow?’

’Fighting on the same stage?’

...

Huo Jia took a deep breath.

-

Now that the 100 contestants were selected, their files had to be organized. They needed to assign a Mecha to each pilot—everything was numbered and couldn’t get mixed up for tomorrow.

In addition to assigning the Mechas, the Spirit Nourishing Liquids also had to be prepared and matched to each pilot.

It was a mountain of miscellaneous tasks, not difficult but tedious. So, the chief instructor called in a few idle veterans and instructors who weren’t assigned to supervise the competition to handle it.

Old Eight’s barracks was the lucky winner.

A veteran with a swagger in his voice was looking through the files. "Well, well! Look what we have here. An S-class Mecha Soldier... only 21 and has already mastered this many skills. This one’s a real catch."

"Whoa, there’s even a B-class who made the top 100. Promising! This kid’s like our Xiao Zhao, a slow burn with a big payoff. Might end up in one of the major corps someday."

"Here’s one from Rome Star. Hey, he’s from your neck of the woods! Haha, what a sharp-looking kid."

The veteran glanced at the file in his hand, a wave of jealousy washing over him. ’High spiritual power, fine. Born with a silver spoon, okay. But handsome, too? And on top of being handsome, he’s younger than me? So much younger!’

’And this one... a 19-year-old A-class, and she’s a girl? A growth-type, no less. And her surname is Jiang...’

’Her surname is Jiang, just like our ’daughter’. That’s right. Even though the veterans weren’t actually that much older than Jiang Qiuqiu, many of them adopted a ’proud papa’ persona in various online comment sections.

’Sweet, cuddly, and adorable—isn’t she the dream daughter everyone wants?’

’She has the same surname as our ’daughter’? Bonus points.’ He decided that when he went to watch the competition tomorrow, he would cheer for this Miss Jiang... ’Wait, what’s her full name? Jiang Qiuqiu?’

’Oh, so this is that seed contestant Xiao Wang was talking about. What’s she look like?’ His eyes flicked over to the photo column for a peek.

Even in an ID photo, the face was instantly recognizable.

’Her name is Jiang Juju and she looks like THIS?!’

...

’Our sweet, cuddly ’daughter’ is here to become a Mecha Soldier!?’

"What’s gotten into you?"

"Old Bai, are your hands shaking? You sleepwalking or something? Damn, you dropped all the files! Aren’t you going to hurry up and pick them up?"

"Sorting these is a pain."

"O-O-Old... Bai... guess who I saw in here?"

"Who? Some young, pretty-boy noble who’s better-looking, younger, and stronger than you? So what? Which one of these kids isn’t? Is that really worth dropping all the files over?"

... Old Bai grew indignant. "What do you mean, ’which one of them isn’t’ stronger than me!"

"When I was young, I was one of the guys in these files, you know!"

"Pah! Who’s talking about that? You’re getting sidetracked! Guess who I saw in the files!"

"Who?"

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"I’m not guessing."

...

This roommate was no fun at all. Old Bai’s excitement fizzled out. "I saw Juju in the files!"

"Oh."

...

!!

Then, a man with honey-toned skin who had been hanging off a Mecha slid down a ladder with a ZIIIP and appeared with a WHOOSH in front of Old Bai and the scattered papers.

"Who did you say? Who did you see?"

"Who’s in the papers?"