Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH120

Chapter 120

The top floor of Multiverse Livestream was a special place.

As the only intersection point connecting countless small worlds, the Multiverse world possessed exclusive access and pathways to all other dimensions. Ninety-nine percent of inter-world travel relied on Multiverse Shuttle Trains.

Of course, train speeds varied.

From the slowest Z-class to the fastest A-class—the quicker and safer the train, the more expensive the ticket, with corresponding clearance requirements for passengers.

Challengers sent from the Multiverse world to small dimensions would qualify for higher-class trains based on their completion rates.

Last time, when Jian Yunlan cleared Dark River, Bright Light, he’d taken the top-tier A-class train.

…Yet even then, at the final moment, he’d smashed the window and escaped!

Not only escaped, but stumbled into Genius Baby: Three and a Half Years Old’s baby-worshipping zone, triggering a series of absurd incidents—and leaving his tens of thousands of frantic fans to wander various dogblood novel zones in despair over the past few days.

Fortunately, it was all over now.

Yesterday, Multiverse Livestream’s higher-ups had issued a direct order:

“Once the Genius Baby challenge ends, grant Streamer Jian special clearance—use dimensional leap technology to send him back to the Multiverse world!”

Dimensional leaping was hundreds of times faster than shuttle trains, akin to sci-fi “portal doors,” crossing light-years instantly.

Each leap came at an exorbitant cost.

Thus, typically only Multiverse elites had the clearance and wealth to use it.

But this time, the powers that be had spoken:

—No matter what, get Streamer Jian safely to the Multiverse world!

And the company’s top floor was the leap’s arrival point.

It was a vast space.

Endless darkness, dotted with distant starlight—glimmers from worlds light-years away.

In this expansive void stood two chairs and one door.

An utterly ordinary door—redwood, sturdy-looking, with a gilded handle. Currently shut tight, its other side still swallowed by darkness.

Gong Siyuan sat in one chair, explaining to the young man opposite:

“Not just our superiors, but sponsors, advertisers, agencies, and countless fans… everyone’s waiting for Streamer Jian, heh.”

Her companion remained noncommittal.

Gong Siyuan pulled up a screen showing internal surveillance:

Every conference room in the building was packed with agents and CEOs from industry giants—longtime partners of Multiverse. For most streamers, being scouted by even one would be an unparalleled honor.

Yet now, these top agents sat nervously in meetings, fidgeting as they awaited Jian Yunlan’s arrival.

As if they were the ones being evaluated.

…No one was foolish.

Jian Yunlan had no agency, no promotions, yet attracted hundreds of thousands of fans purely through organic appeal. With proper packaging, his commercial value was incalculable!

“Hasn’t Streamer Jian arrived yet?” Strawberry Entertainment’s agent checked his watch anxiously. “The challenge ended over ten minutes ago.”

Others chimed in.

Staff could only distribute drinks to placate them.

“……”

Gong Siyuan shook her head, swiping the screen to another feed—

The scene outside company headquarters.

A sea of people.

No other phrase sufficed.

Though night had fallen in the Multiverse world, crowds packed the streets below. Fans in blue-and-white shirts held signs and banners:

[Jian! Blackhearted Multiverse Corp, return him to us!!!]

[Simple blues, endless skies—walking with you~]

[Demand Multiverse Corp. return Jian to Paranoid Possession world]

[Demand Cross-Dimensional return Jian to Dark River, Bright Light world]

[Jian I love you and your wontons fried rice spicy hotpot fried chicken roast duck=333]

[Trust in Jian’s divine plan]

[I just wanna see you~]
…The fans held up their signs stubbornly, shouting passionately.

No one knew who had leaked the news, but word had spread that after clearing this challenge, Streamer Jian wouldn’t be taking the Multiverse Shuttle Train—instead, he’d be transported directly via leap technology. So the fans had rallied, gathering outside the company to wait!

If not for the professional security guards, Gong Siyuan had no doubt they’d have stormed the building and barged right in.

Among them were not just Multiverse natives, but also fans from Paranoid Possession and Dark River, Bright Light—

—Whenever a dogblood novel world was cleared, its residents gained access to the Multiverse Livestream. With enough Multiverse-Coins, they could even travel to the Multiverse world for visits.

For popular characters from the novels or those who’d gained fame through challengers’ streams, earning those coins wasn’t difficult.

So with just a glance, Gong Siyuan spotted many familiar faces in the crowd:

Like Professors Wang and Murong from Paranoid Possession, still bickering fiercely while holding cartoon signs of Streamer Jian making wontons;

Like Gu Xingzhou leading a professional team, with Gu Tiancheng and his German shepherd Dahei beside him, the latter lecturing the former with a look of exasperation;

Like the square-dancing aunties from Dark River, Bright Light, waving blue-and-white cheering fans;

Like Yu Ming, heart-eyed as he watched the Genius Baby VOD, or Fu Changfeng setting up a milk tea stall while eagerly waiting…

Fans from all these worlds had gathered for one purpose: to see a fresh, piping-hot Streamer Jian in person.

Though unspoken, they all held a sliver of hope:

—What if… what if Streamer Jian starts setting up a stall the moment he arrives? Many had learned their lesson—they’d had delicious food right before their eyes but failed to cherish it, watching helplessly as Jian packed up and left…

Given another chance, they’d be first in line for that hot, fresh food!

Gong Siyuan couldn’t help sighing. “You gluttons’ determination is truly impressive…”

The young man across from her lifted his eyelids coolly:

“Who are you calling a glutton?”

Gong Siyuan instantly fell silent.

Ning Sheng sat with fingers interlaced, his striking features icy, his painted-brushstroke eyebrows giving nothing away—save for the shimmering teardrop mole at the corner of his eye.

…The sheer pressure radiating off him was unmatched.

Gong Siyuan peeked cautiously at his expression, then offered a placating smile: “Mr. Ning, of course you’re different—how could they compare? They’re just poor souls craving roast duck!”

Ning Sheng nodded primly.

He said earnestly:

“Of course I’m different. I simply wish to see Streamer Jian again to thank him properly.

“Though, aside from roast duck, I’d also like steaming shrimp wontons, oily pickled cabbage fried noodles, spicy hotpot with palm-sized tripe soaked in chili oil, honey-butter fried chicken with bursting centers, tender braised roast duck…”

This recitation was alarmingly fluent.

So fluent it made one wonder—just how many times had Ning Sheng secretly rewatched Jian’s VODs to memorize every dish’s details in order?

Mid-speech, he had to dab at the drool nearly escaping his lips with a handkerchief.

Gong Siyuan: “…..”

Alright, alright.

We get it—you’re different.

Ning Sheng (Glutton Supreme Edition).

Clearing her throat, Gong Siyuan vowed confidently:

“Regardless, Mr. Ning, I assure you—nothing will go wrong this time!”

“This time, to ensure Streamer Jian’s smooth arrival in the Multiverse world, we’ve employed the most advanced and secure dimensional leap technology.”

“In five minutes, we’ll be able to see Streamer Jian, freshly returned from his challenge, right through this door.”

Ning Sheng fell silent for a moment.

He lowered his head and suddenly asked a question that caught Gong Siyuan off guard, his voice hushed:

“Streamer Jian just finished his challenge in Genius Baby: Three and a Half Years Old… When he arrives in the Multiverse Livestream, will he still have the appearance of a three-year-old child…?”

Gong Siyuan: “?”

“Is… that important?” she asked hesitantly.

Ning Sheng stayed silent.

Gong Siyuan stayed silent.

After a pause, Ning Sheng spoke first, his face cold: “Of course it’s not important! I was just asking casually.”

Gong Siyuan: “…Oh.”

Ning Sheng: “Mm.”

An awkward silence filled the air again.

What Gong Siyuan didn’t dare point out was that, as the head of the Dogblood Novel Challenge Division, she had access to every account’s viewing data.

For example, Ning Sheng’s account had bookmarked a video uploaded by Yu Ming titled “[Three-and-a-half-year-old Streamer Jian Working Hard to Sell Roast Duck (Full VOD)! Super Adorable!]”—which had already surpassed ten million views in just three hours.

Not only had he bookmarked it, but he’d also rewatched the entire video dozens of times, leaving hundreds of comments like:

[“AHHHHH SO CUTE”]
[“I want to raise a baby like Streamer Jian”]
[“I envy Ye Qingquan so much”]

…It was kind of embarrassing.

Gong Siyuan decided not to reveal the truth, lest Ning Sheng resort to some inhumane measures to silence her.

In the vast black space, the awkward silence stretched on.

Fortunately, it didn’t last long.

Five minutes later—

A soft “click” came from behind the heavy wooden door before them.