Live Streaming Food Stall… But in Dog-Blooded Novels – CH70

Chapter 70

In the Multiverse live room, Dark River Bright Light section.

Before the large screen was replaced with Jian Yunlan’s live stream, most of the viewers’ screens were split in two. The left side displayed the original story’s plot, while the right side showed the storyline of the streamer they were interested in.

This allowed viewers to immediately see what changes occurred in the storyline after each streamer tried to alter it.

However, most streamers’ storylines were not very different from the original.

At most, the relationship between the protagonist and the Omega was slightly more relaxed.

The audience was engrossed, munching on sunflower seeds and popcorn, eagerly watching this thrilling plot—until Jian Yunlan’s live stream took over the large screen.

Xiao Xuan looked at the plot of other streamers on the left side, then glanced at Jian Yunlan’s live stream on the right:

On the left, Fu Changfeng arrogantly and unilaterally pinned Yu Ming to the tree, his phoenix eyes dangerously sharp.

Xiao Xuan’s eyes lit up.

On the right, Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming were holding the inhibitor, their expressions resolute.

Xiao Xuan’s eyes went dark.

On the left, Fu Changfeng’s canine teeth triumphantly pressed against Yu Ming’s neck.

Xiao Xuan’s eyes lit up again.

On the right, Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming pressed the needle tips of the inhibitors against their veins.

Xiao Xuan’s eyes went dark again.

On the left, Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming began a fierce “fight,” struggling, gasping, colliding.

On the right, Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming stood shoulder to shoulder like revolutionary comrades, full of conviction as they dreamed about their future with the snack stall.

For the next five minutes, Xiao Xuan’s vision alternated between flashes of light and darkness, like crossing a never-ending zebra crossing.

Finally, when the two said, “Forward, towards the snack stall!” Xiao Xuan couldn’t hold back anymore.

She rolled around on her bed, clutching her head and letting out a dark scream:

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Just like her, millions of viewers in the section, who had been forced to watch the whole process, also lost it.

[What is this??? What is this???!!!]

[My head itches, feels like I’m about to grow a brain…]

[F***, I can’t even…]

[After seeing the protagonist and Omega shoulder to shoulder, in the marking forest, injecting inhibitors together, my heart that was suspended finally dropped…]

[I suddenly feel relieved…]

[(Slams table) I took a day off, closed the curtains, lit incense, prepared popcorn, all to see the protagonist’s thousand-word marking truck scene, and this is what you give me?!]

[Heh, so Fu Changfeng’s dream is to shake milk tea, heh…]

[Fu Changfeng: “Live stream opening a milk tea shop, but a dog-blood story.”]

[Fu Changfeng is not wrong, he just wants to shake milk tea and eat fried chicken.]

[Hello, teacher. My child was in a dog-blood, tortured, entangled, pseudo-incest dog-blood story this morning, and by the afternoon, they returned as a bright and positive food story. This event, my child will not participate in again.]

[Desperately requesting a memory wipe operation. I don’t want to see this kind of plot, aaaaah abandon abandon!]

Of course, there were both happy and sad reactions.

Some people were screaming and begging to forget, while others were crying tears of joy and popped open champagne.

—Student Xiao Lan pulled off a spectacular turnaround!

Not long ago, everyone was worried that Jian Yunlan might be eliminated, even the BE countdown had started, and those vultures were boasting proudly.

But unexpectedly, the plot took a sudden twist.

In fact, this had been foreshadowed, after all, it was Jian Boss’ snack stall that had won over so many people…

As Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming smiled and let go of past grudges, supporting each other as they walked towards the snack stall, the ranking for Jian Yunlan’s live stream began to rise rapidly!

In the gastroenterology department, Hot Pot Brother was holding a bottle of champagne, crying with snot and tears.

“Well, well, sniff sniff… our Xiao Ming really has been saved. Our Xiao Ming can now join the army and fulfill his dreams!”

“Thank you, Jian Boss. I’m drinking this champagne—”

The bullet comments section was filled with excitement.

[After all these years of Dark River Bright Light book challenges, this kind of plot development is a first.]

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[Go Xiao Jian. User [Gu Tiancheng] gifts streamer [Jian Yunlan] Summer Romance x10.]

[Jian Boss, ahhh, brave fly (heart) (heart) User [Ming Ruowei] gifts streamer [Jian Yunlan] Spaceship x5.]

[Heh. I knew it, that’s Jian Boss, of course, no suspense in winning. User [Gu Xingzhou] gifts streamer [Jian Yunlan] Carnival x10.]

[Xiao Lan is amazing, ahhhhhh.]

[@Vultures, weren’t you all so confident earlier? Now you’re not talking? Getting all quiet again?]

[Oh, and these people…]

[Weren’t there several of you who swore to do this and that? Come on, fulfill your promises. A man must take responsibility.]

Including Xiao Hu, many of the “vulture” viewers saw the plot twist and, realizing there was no hope, had already clenched their teeth and decided to delete their accounts and run.

—This was their usual trick, after all. They did dirty things like exposing others’ wounds, and if they succeeded, it was fine, but if they failed, like this time, they immediately deleted their accounts and ran away.

Anyway, the internet has no memory, and they are a group of people, each wearing a mask and hiding in the crowd.

Like vultures lurking in dark corners, waiting for the next prey to arrive.

Moreover, no one would really be so bored as to confront them and make them pay for their misdeeds…

Right?

Xiao Hu skillfully deleted his account, cleared his browsing history, and switched to a virtual IP address before letting out a sigh of relief.

Earlier, he had boasted in the live stream that if Jian Yunlan succeeded in the strategy, he would carve the words “Jian Men” on his forehead.

But how could he possibly go through with it?

Xiao Hu was all about face. In front of his family and friends, he was always polite and refined, no one knew his true nature. No one knew how boring and malicious he was online, the vulture who had masterminded multiple cyberbullying incidents.

In the virtual world, who could trace his whereabouts?

“Damn it,” Xiao Hu muttered darkly, spitting, “What luck, it’s just a cheap attention-grabbing snack stall. If it weren’t for his good luck, I would have ruined him…”

Suddenly, a new email notification popped up on his screen.

Xiao Hu carelessly clicked on the message.

But suddenly, he froze, feeling as though he had fallen into an ice cave, his entire body stiffening.

As he read the content of the message, his face grew increasingly pale, his whole body trembling like a sieve.

In the gastroenterology department’s emergency room.

Hot Pot Brother was furiously typing away on a virtual screen, with lines of code flashing rapidly.

Information about different people unfolded on small screens before him.

These people were of all ages and genders, the only common factor being that…

They were all “vultures.”

[But you said so yourself,] Hot Pot Brother typed with a smile, [You promised to “smash a thousand Carnivals, hold up a ‘Jian God is amazing’ sign in front of the Multiverse live stream headquarters for three days and nights, and eat Hot Pot Brother’s old hotpot while upside down.”]

[If you don’t fulfill your promise in three days, I’ll send the evidence of your cyberbullying to all your colleagues and family.”]

…Of course, this sentence was a lie.

Hot Pot Brother had already set up an automatic program.

Whether these vultures fulfilled their promises or not, the evidence of their cyberbullying would be sent to everyone around them.

A “social death” gift pack, hehe~

After everything was taken care of, Hot Pot Brother sighed in relief and rubbed his aching wrists. “Phew, finally done, damn, that was exhausting.”

He then took a big gulp of champagne.

The light from the screen illuminated Hot Pot Brother’s face. He was a plain-looking man, with an honest and kind appearance.

Hot Pot Brother, whose real name was Li Huoyan, had been famous for years as a mad prophet in the dog-blood genre section, and many old viewers were familiar with him.

But few knew… Hot Pot Brother’s real job was the strongest hacker in the Multiverse multiverse, codename “San Huo.”

All the information and traces of the entire multiverse unfolded like a book in front of his eyes.

The vulture’s tricks like deleting accounts and changing IP addresses were nothing to him.

Having been in the live stream room for years, Hot Pot Brother had heard about these vultures, but until now, they had never crossed his path, so he had only looked down on them inwardly.

But this time…

“Hmph, daring to provoke the savior of our Ming Baby, your good days are over.”

Hot Pot Brother muttered, staring at the live stream of Jian Yunlan, unable to resist opening another bottle of champagne and raising it with a cheer:

“Jian Men!”

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

“Still drinking champagne in the middle of the night?” the nurse strode in, swiftly giving him a tranquilizer, “You don’t want your ass anymore, huh!”

Hot Pot Brother: “.”

Wuwuwu, one thing falls to another.

“Jian Boss, go for it, you must clear the level and help Mingming fly far… burp…”

The number one hacker in the Multiverse multiverse could not withstand the offline physical attack from the gastroenterology department nurse.

Hot Pot Brother peacefully closed his eyes.

*

“Dark River, Bright Light” Realm

Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming hobbled out of the small grove, supporting each other.

— In their expectations, the snack stall should have been a battlefield by now, with those Alphas lacking suppressants reluctantly leaving.

But the reality was exactly the opposite.

The two stared in disbelief at the scene before them:

Not long ago, the spicy hotpot and fried chicken customers, who were once at odds, now shared a completely different sight.

Although suppressants were still in short supply, enough could be gathered for two people.

Many of the fried chicken and spicy hotpot customers were shoulder to shoulder, happily waiting in line.

“I still have an extra suppressant, anyone need it?”

“Beta here, I have a fried chicken spot. Want to try the hotpot? Anyone want to team up?”

“Hehehe, it’s almost our turn, my partner and I want one fried chicken and one hotpot each, Jian Boss…”

At first, it was Xiao Xiao who took the initiative to help Duan Qiongzhi, offering the extra suppressants to her.

Initially, the fried chicken customers were a bit unhappy—how could you, a fried chicken supporter, help the hotpot customers?

But as Xiao Xiao enjoyed the hotpot, gazing at the mouth-watering dish, everyone’s attitude gradually changed…

What were they even fighting over before?!

Both fried chicken and hotpot were made by Jian Boss, right?

“This is just like flooding the Dragon King Temple,” Principal Lao Xu wiped his sweat, took a serving of hotpot, and inhaled deeply. “Ahhh, so fragrant!”

Song Lanzhen thought the same.

Unlike the fried chicken customers, the hotpot customers felt a greater sense of crisis since they had experienced the pain of losing before.

Jian Boss might not set up the stall tomorrow.

Enjoy today while you can. If they don’t eat enough today, they might starve tomorrow.

At the snack stall, Jian Yunlan smiled, skillfully wielding a spatula.

…If you looked closely, you could see that because he was moving so fast between the fried chicken and hotpot, his figure seemed to blur with afterimages.

The secret technique… The Great Snack Stall Skill!

“Hotpot number 37 is ready,” Jian Yunlan’s voice was clear and pleasant, like hearing the music of the gods, “And fried chicken number 42 is ready.”

The customers whose numbers were called shakily stepped forward, holding suppressants in one hand and chopsticks in the other, eating eagerly. “Ah, thank you, gods, for this gift…”

On the fried chicken side, Hu Danggui was still managing the fire, attempting to sneak a bite, but was promptly stopped. She sighed, holding her face, gazing at the fried chicken.

“Wuwu, I’m not stealing, okay? A monk’s actions are never called stealing!”

A faint glow emanated from her.

Many Alphas who had yet to receive their suppressants couldn’t help but drift closer to her. For some reason, they felt much calmer.

Meanwhile, Taotie, the big dog, was tirelessly maintaining order in the crowd, preventing chaos during the Omega fever outbreak.

The big dog, with striking golden eyes, exuded an aura of authority.

After Taotie stopped and chased away an Alpha who tried to snatch some fried chicken during a fever, the crowd erupted in applause.

“Mao Mao is truly the security captain, swift and steady, very reassuring.”

“Jian Boss’s loyal assistant, what would we do without Mao Mao?”

“Moon Beast, I bow to you!”

Taotie proudly lifted his head, a hint of arrogance on his face, as he unconsciously began showing off his skills.

With lightning speed, rolling, jumping, and even flying!

…He seemed to be a skilled acrobatic dog.

The rest were the customers helping each other.

In this crisis, everyone put aside their past conflicts and worked together so that more people could enjoy fried chicken and hotpot.

Some shared their extra suppressants.

Others helped move the fever-stricken Alphas to the medical room.

Some helped Mao Mao hand out numbers, making sure everyone received their fried chicken and hotpot in order.

Elsewhere, Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming, just out of the small grove, were stunned by the scene.

They exchanged a glance.

In each other’s eyes, they saw the tacit understanding of having grown up together.

They decisively joined the crowd, standing in line while also helping out.

“I have extra slow-release capsules.”

“I’ve already taken my suppressant, I can help carry people.”

“Xiao Ming is here!”

“Brother Fu, we have an Alpha who’s lost consciousness…”

Yu Ming was a treasure in the eyes of the elders in Lotus Pond neighborhood, and when he joined, the customers there immediately felt at ease.

Fu Changfeng also had great authority in the summer camp, with both teachers and students willing to listen to him.

With their combined effort, the order at the snack stall gradually returned to normal.

Soon, more and more customers enjoyed their hotpot.

It was an ordinary night.

The distant wind carried the cold of winter, and the bright moon cast a silvery light.

It was around four or five in the morning, everything was quiet, and the night breeze gently caressed everyone’s hair.

On the other side of the city, at the vegetable market, many vendors were already setting up their stalls under the stars. Boss Zhao, selling sesame paste, arranged jars of paste on his stall, but the best and thickest batch was carefully placed in a basket beside him, covered with a cloth.

“Old Zhao, you’ve saved the best jars for Jian Boss again?” a neighboring vendor teasingly asked while arranging fresh vegetables. “Jian Boss hasn’t come for days, maybe he’s stopped selling?”

Old Zhao waved his fan and smiled, “Whether he comes or not, I have to save some for him. What if he does come… Old Li, aren’t you doing the same?”

Jian Boss loved sesame paste. If he came and couldn’t buy any, he’d be so disappointed.

Old Zhao glanced sideways at Old Li’s stall, where he too had discreetly set aside the freshest, top-quality vegetables, placing a “Not for Sale” sign on them.

Old Li scratched his head and laughed.

Aside from the two of them, most of the vendors at the entire market are doing the same thing—leaving the tenderest ribs at your stall and the best pork belly at mine, all eagerly awaiting the return of Mr. Jian to make a purchase.

Today, the two large dogs from Old Zhao’s stall also joined him after a long absence. They sniffed around, their furry heads rubbing against the hands of the vendors, which amused everyone.

As the morning light gradually grew brighter, everyone occasionally glanced toward the nearby market, their faces filled with subtle anticipation. Customers were beginning to arrive, and the day was becoming busy once again.

On the abandoned construction site on the western outskirts of the city, the moonlight was equally silvery.

A middle-aged man in blue work clothes sat cross-legged on the ground. His appearance was plain, with a face tanned by the sun. He carefully nibbled on a fried dough stick, savoring each bite. Though the dough stick had cooled and lost its crispy freshness, it was still incredibly delicious.

“Old Ma, today I need to send a few chickens to Mr. Jian,” the man spoke softly into the phone while munching on the fried dough stick. “You should scald the chickens with hot water and pluck the feathers. When I get back, we can debone them…”

On the other end of the line, a furious voice yelled:

“Chicken, chicken, chicken! All you think about is your damn chicken! Here I am, working hard, negotiating with the underworld and construction bosses, and you—I’ve told you a thousand times, raising chickens and farming has no future—”

The sudden outburst startled the middle-aged man, causing him to drop the fried dough stick. Quickly, he bent down to pick it up, dusted it off, and continued eating, his face showing a hint of frustration.

…What should he do when his partner doesn’t support his dream?

At the entrance of the Golden KTV in the city center, it was still quite late in the night. Despite it being past midnight, the sound of singing and weeping could be heard from many of the private rooms. The staff had explained countless times that “we don’t sell fruit salads” before finally closing the door in exhaustion.

In recent days, more and more “spirits” had been seen wandering around the KTV, their eyes vacant as they murmured the words “fruit salad” and occasionally let out a silly grin.

Wang Xiaofu, decked out in gold chains, sat on the ground crying helplessly after scouring the nearby food stalls for the hundredth time without finding Mr. Jian. “Mom said money can buy happiness, but why, why does it feel like I’ll never be happy again, even though I have so much money…”

Beside him, Huo Huan, with her neat high ponytail, sat on the ground as well, covering her face and sobbing. “Mom said I’m a princess, and whatever I want will come to me, but all I want is to eat fruit salad again…”

To eat fruit salad again.

To taste that refreshing, sweet, tangy flavor, with smooth yogurt and the fruity essence flowing through their mouths.

Mr. Jian, where are you…

In Lotus Pond Community, many children were already reluctantly up and getting ready for breakfast to catch the early school bus. Chen Shuoshuo and a few other kids, yawning and getting dressed, murmured tearfully, “Moon Divine Beast… Moon Superman… Spicy hot pot…”

Like Wang Xiaofu and Huo Huan, they couldn’t help but ask in agony:

Mr. Jian, where are you!

Mr. Jian was setting up a food stall in front of the Long Teng Summer Camp.

In this corner, far from the city’s bustle, on this autumn night when the air was getting cooler, the lights of the food stall shone brightly, and the voices of people were lively.

—Song Lanzhen and Xu Lijun sat close to each other, enjoying the large fried chicken, rubbing their bellies in satisfaction.

“This is the first time I’ve had fried chicken, such a young person’s food. I didn’t expect it to be so delicious,” Song Lanzhen remarked. “I guess I’m getting old…”

“Sister Song, weren’t you the most fashionable?” Xu Lijun teased her, “When we went to the health school on the first day, you walked in with a big wavy perm and red earrings, and all the boys in our class were smitten.”

Next to them, Song Shixia was eating fried chicken as well. She tilted her head and excitedly asked, “Grandma, was that really how you were? Xu Grandma, tell me more!”

Song Lanzhen couldn’t help but blush.

She nudged Xu Lijun, “Stop talking, we’re so old now, halfway into the grave.”

But Xu Lijun took out an old photo from her wallet. In it, both of them looked young, with Song Lanzhen wearing a big puffed skirt and a high ponytail, and Xu Lijun in bell-bottomed pants and a curly hairdo. They were smiling and flashing peace signs at the camera, full of youthful energy.

Later, they both moved to City A, worked hard, bought houses, married, and had children, but they continued to support each other. Despite occasional squabbles, they never drifted apart.

When they were young, they worked together to earn money; now, in their old age, they danced square dances and chatted together.

They both took a large bite of fried chicken at the same time. Their long-standing tacit understanding made them exclaim in unison: “Amazing!”

They exchanged a smile.

—Principal Lao Xu and the teachers on duty huddled together, heads touching as they ate spicy hot pot.

“So delicious…” “Ah, I have to admit, it’s really good, sniff sniff.” “Principal, are we still going ahead with the plan to catch those who climb the walls?”

Someone couldn’t help but ask.

Lao Xu, with graying temples, looked at the happy faces of the students around him and sighed deeply.

“Twenty years. It’s been twenty years since I started the summer camp,” he murmured. “This is the first time I’ve seen the kids look so happy.”

At that time, he was just a young fool who had returned from overseas. His wife had passed away early, and he had no children. The idea behind founding the summer camp was to help the students make friends and enjoy a carefree summer.

But as time went by, and more and more students were admitted to prestigious schools, the camp’s direction, somehow, changed.

Fully enclosed, high-intensity, utilitarian…

“Maybe it’s time to return to the basics,” Lao Xu slurped a piece of beef, his gaze dim. “I haven’t been a good principal. I’ve been on the wrong path all these years.”

The teachers didn’t know what to say.

After a long pause, they patted the principal’s shoulder and comforted him:

“Returning to the basics is fine!” “Yeah, we’re with you.” “It’s never too late… by the way, we still get paid, right?”

Lao Xu: “…”

Other teachers: “.”

Good question.

—Song Jing’an and Lu Ling were nestled under a tree.

They had already eaten spicy hotpot, and now each held a piece of fried chicken.

“Hide it well,” Lu Ling said, looking around cautiously while clutching his chicken fillet. “A lot of people didn’t get any, they might come and try to snatch it.”

Song Jing’an was amused by the way his cheeks puffed up and the alertness in his eyes.

When they first met, Song Jing’an thought Lu Ling looked like the calm, disciplined type of top student, but in reality—

He was like a cute little hamster.

And he even ate grass.

At first, Song Jing’an just wanted to get close to this little hamster, watch him more, touch him, hug him… And in the blink of an eye, the child was already three years old.

Song Jing’an took a big bite of his chicken fillet and casually said:

“Baby, don’t you not eat meat? Should I have this chicken fillet instead? Waaaahhh—”

When he said “have this instead,” Lu Ling’s face reflected in Song Jing’an’s eyes.

…Have you ever seen a hamster turn into a T. rex?

“Is this all you want for your last words?” Lu Ling smiled and stretched his wrist.

Onlookers would smile knowingly: “Ah, young couple, seven years of marriage and their love is still so strong. Being hit means affection, being scolded means love~”

Song Jing’an: “Help, help!!!”

—Jiang Wolong, Lin Feng, and Cui Hu squatted on the ground, setting up their “Longmen battle.”

In their left hand was a bowl of spicy hotpot, and in their right hand, a piece of fried chicken.

It smelled amazing!

Cui Hu, inhaling the scents of both the spicy hotpot on his left and the crispy, rich fried chicken on his right, had a bold and terrifying idea forming in his small brain.

“Big brother, second brother, I think…” He looked at them with longing eyes.

“Third brother, no need to say more,” Jiang Wolong pressed his mouth shut, his gaze equally firm. “I know what you mean.”

Lin Feng: “Life is just a few moments, why not dive in?”

The next second, the three of them, in perfect sync, dipped the fried chicken from the right into the spicy hotpot on the left!

All the diners: “?????”

Everyone stared at this wicked combination in disbelief.

Jiang Wolong picked up the fried chicken, now soaked in the spicy hotpot broth. The crispy golden crust had absorbed the red oil, steaming with a rich, shiny color. He couldn’t wait to take a big bite—

“Ah!!!” His eyes watered. “It’s delicious, really delicious, you have to believe me!”

The fried chicken crust, soaked in spicy oil and beef bone broth, was rich and savory with a hint of crispiness. It wasn’t the usual crunchy texture, but the wet, spicy flavor was a unique twist. As he chewed, the rich broth had seeped into the tender chicken, releasing hot, fresh juices and giving the cheese a spicy kick…

It was an oddly delicious flavor.

Jian Yunlan: “….”

He was still too conservative! The diners’ spirit of innovation knows no bounds!

Seeing the three of them eating so happily, more and more people stared at their hotpot and fried chicken, tempted to try it.

Among them were fitness enthusiasts like Duan Qiongzhi and Wang Dajian.

They looked at the fried chicken, then at the hotpot, gritted their teeth, their eyes filled with determination: “High protein, low calorie, my sister said it’s zero calories, let’s go!!!”

Watching this magical scene, Xiao Xiao couldn’t help but pull out her phone and snap a picture.

Online.

Since around 3 or 4 a.m., after an intense online battle between the fried chicken faction and the spicy hotpot faction, both groups suddenly went quiet. Many netizens were extremely curious and started asking:

[How did your offline PK between fried chicken and spicy hotpot go? Still fighting?]

[=?= Don’t tell me you actually dropped it into the oranges ahhh]

[Scary, fried chicken and spicy hotpot actually got to this level]

……

By around 5 a.m., everyone in the spicy hotpot VS fried chicken fan group saw the latest post from a prominent influencer who had been fiercely defending fried chicken:

[Xiaoxiao Cat V: Hello everyone, we’re together now [picture].

The image showed a piece of fried chicken soaked in spicy hotpot broth.

Netizens: “…Aren’t you guys buddies???”

At this moment, their feelings were like that of the best friend who advised a couple to break up a thousand times, only to find out they’re now married and sitting at the main table.

Netizens painfully hammered on their keyboards:

[Are we just a part of your play here??!!!]

“…”

The snack stand was still lively.

The crowd laughed and chatted happily, crowding around Jian Yunlan as he skillfully wielded a spatula.

One after another, bowls of spicy hotpot and fried chicken came out, handed to everyone, and more and more people couldn’t resist the temptation of “fried chicken dipped in spicy hotpot” and were eager to try it…

“It sounds dark, but it actually tastes pretty good.”

“Ahhh, so spicy! But so fragrant! The spiciness of the hotpot and the freshness of the fried chicken blend together, with the crispiness mixed with the soup… it’s amazing…”

“I’m sweating so much.”

Suddenly, someone said:

“How great would it be if we had a cup of iced milk tea right now?”

This sparked a wave of agreement, with many people voicing their thoughts:

“I want lemon tea!”

“Iced milk tea with fried chicken and spicy hotpot? You guys are living on the edge.”

“Yeah, the sound of the ice cubes clinking, the smooth, sweet taste of the milk tea, mmm…”

On the side, having just finished eating fried chicken and spicy hotpot, Fu Changfeng, who had been silently helping maintain order, paused when he heard this.

A light gradually shone in his eyes.

But then, as if thinking of something, he lowered his eyes, and the spark faded.

—Back in the dorm, he had secretly prepared the ingredients for milk tea: fresh milk, tea bags, small toppings, even the ice cubes were ready.

But… it was too late now.

He still had to help here.

Suddenly, someone patted Fu Changfeng on the back:

“Bro, go ahead, I can handle things here.”

Fu Changfeng turned to see the support and trust in Yu Ming’s clear eyes.

“This is your dream, isn’t it?” Yu Ming smiled, handing him a flyer that still smelled of fried chicken.

“Carry the name of Boss Jian and chase it. You have to try your best so you won’t regret it, right?”

“Xiao Ming…” Fu Changfeng hesitated, wanting to say something.

After a moment, the confusion in his eyes was replaced by determination.

“Okay!” He nodded.

At the same time, Yu Ming’s phone rang with a “ding” sound.

He opened the phone to find a new email from a few hours ago, but it hadn’t notified him due to lack of signal.

Yu Ming opened the email:

[Yu Ming, hello! This email is to notify you that you’ve been pre-admitted to our school…]

From the military academy he had dreamed of for eighteen years.

His long-dormant heart suddenly surged with excitement.

“Bro, I got in…” Yu Ming said softly.

“Xiao Ming, congratulations,” Fu Changfeng said sincerely.

The bright moonlight bathed their hair, spreading like a shining Milky Way across the road ahead of them.

At the start of the Milky Way, where the human world’s bustle gathered, was Boss Jian’s snack stand. The owner, wearing a floral apron, skillfully cooked one serving of spicy hotpot after another.

In front of the snack stand, Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming lightly bumped their fists together.

Then they parted.

They turned and walked toward two completely different paths.

Fu Changfeng rushed to his soon-to-open milk tea shop;

Yu Ming headed toward his dream academy and the frontier;

All the tacit understanding, the years they had walked side by side, their childhood dreams, all blended into the moonlight at this moment…

All the entanglements, obsessions, and regrets found their perfect conclusion in this moment.

In the live streaming room of the Multiverse, in front of all the streamers challenging the “Dark River, Bright Light” scenario, all the scenes suddenly froze.

The shattered kettle froze mid-air, the raised hand stopped in place, and the words that were about to be spoken got stuck in the throat.

A beam of light appeared on the screens of thousands of live streaming rooms, with millions of viewers watching.

“Could it be that Dark River, Bright Light was actually completed by him?” Gong Siyuan’s forehead was covered in sweat. She turned her back to the light screen and forced a casual smile, “Heh, that’s one of the classics in our melodrama section, been around for a century… Heh, it can’t be, right?”

Her colleagues stared at her back with expressions like they’d seen a ghost.

Sensing something, Gong Siyuan stiffly turned around. Click click, she could hardly bear to read the words on the screen:

“Ding dong! Congratulations to streamer [Jian Yunlan] for clearing the Dark River, Bright Light scenario, with a plot completion rate of 75%, successfully changing the bad ending. The latest happy ending ‘The Bright Future of Fu Changfeng and Yu Ming’ has been unlocked and will soon replace the current timeline.”

“Streamer [Jian Yunlan] becomes the first challenger to clear Dark River, Bright Light; his name will be remembered in history.”

“The timeline for the Dark River, Bright Light scenario is unlocked, granting all residents of this dimension access to the Multiverse live streaming rooms. Let’s welcome them!”

The entire Multiverse live streaming room erupted in excitement!