The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 267 - 265: Poetry Contest

Chapter 267 -265: Poetry Contest

Poetry competition defense match?

There were certainly netizens who knew about the competition, including quite a few fans from Earth Bar.

“I know about this; our Poetry Club is hosting it.”

“Definitely supporting it, I’m a huge fan of Earth Bar’s big shot.”

“Huh? Isn’t Earth Bar the one who sings and writes lyrics and composes music?”

“Don’t get lost upstairs, the Earth Bar you know is the same person as this Earth Bar here.”

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“That’s right, that’s right, Earth Bar’s big shot who can both write poetry and sing.”

“Am I the only one curious about what exactly the relationship is between Mr. Xiao He and Earth Bar’s big shot?”

A skyscraper of comments was built below, constantly asking what the relationship was between Fu Yunhe and Earth Bar.

Fu Yunhe, of course, would not answer; he was afraid he might scare them to death.

“Our edamame is ready, do you want to come and have a taste?”

“Hey, even though I know you’re deliberately changing the subject, I want to say, come on, let’s eat!”

“For real! Let the truth be buried forever, I only care about eating!”

“I’m ready.”

“Come on, come on!”

Fu Yunhe scooped out the cooked edamame, portioned it into small servings, each one ready for a taste test.

There wasn’t much that could go wrong with edamame; after boiling, it was down to its own flavor.

But the beef meatballs that followed the edamame let everyone know where the difference between good and bad lay.

After everyone tasted the beef meatballs made by Master Fan, they all left comments in the section, saying nothing else for fear that Mr. Xiao He would stop the stream.

“I strongly request Master Fan to become a permanent fixture.”

“Seconded.”

“Master Fan, you’ve opened a new world of food for me.”

“The same ingredients truly can taste so different when made properly.”

“Master Fan, you must come often!”

Before logging off, Fu Yunhe reassured everyone, “Don’t worry, as long as there are big dishes or more difficult ones, Master Fan will often come.”

A single sentence calmed everyone down.

“Thank you everyone for watching, and remember not to forget about the poetry competition defense match.”

“I hope you have a wonderful day, goodbye.”

He ended the live stream.

Fu Yunhe first expressed his gratitude to Master Fan, who simply smiled nonchalantly, for he just enjoyed cooking and did not feel he had done anything extraordinary.

As Master Fan was just about to leave, a few people who were watching the live stream, led by Nian Shutong and under Fu Yunhe’s watchful eye, brazenly walked off with the beef meatballs Master Fan had made.

As for the ones made by Fu Yunhe himself, they were left lonely on the stovetop.

Fu Yunhe really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but still shouted to the people across the street, “Leave one for me!”

Seeing how much everyone loved his cooking, Master Fan, at the back, truly wished he could roll up his sleeves right then and cook another meal for everyone.

Seeing them enjoy his food so much made him especially happy.

The supper of beef meatballs was devoured by everyone, seemingly tastier than usual.

As for the beef balls made by Fu Yunhe, he did not have the heart to sell them at the small store and instead, Master Fan took them away to tweak the recipe and turn them into some beef sauce to eat.

Today’s Little River Live felt like the starting point for a poetry competition defense match, following which many other Youyu Live hosts also promoted the event, and several websites were plastered with ads by the Poetry Club.

This event was a big deal, completely transforming the previously highbrow atmosphere of the Poetry Club.

Two days later, the Poetry Championship officially kicked off.

The competition began at 8 p.m., which was when everyone was most active on the Star Network.

Today, Nian Shutong didn’t go to practice his cultivation, but waited in the small wooden house to participate in the competition.

Fu Yunhe’s live stream still started at seven, but it was a short session on how to make soy sauce beef.

After he had demonstrated the process, he brought out Mr. Fan’s seasoned beef for a virtual taste test, instantly solidifying everyone’s love for Master Fan’s flavors.

After the virtual taste test ended, Fu Yunhe promoted tonight’s Poetry Championship and then ended the stream.

A live stream session that didn’t even use up twenty minutes was still extremely popular, and the viewership was steadily increasing each day.

Such a demonstration of power made the small-time live streamers who wanted to cause trouble realize something: Little River Live was no longer just a simple live stream.

He had reached a level where even if he did nothing but sit there and chat, the audience would love it.

In other words, he was no longer on the same level as them.

There was no longer any need for them to stir up trouble because he was too strong; their provocations were like tickling him.

Just like the Water Army they hired, the other side didn’t need one at all; his fans naturally protected him, and he didn’t even have to pay for it.

Unlike them, it was said that the Water Army had taken their money and defected.

The power of Little River Live had a mysterious force that seemed sanctioned by fate, causing everyone with any thoughts of discounting him to back off.

At 8 p.m., in a giant square within the Star Network, twenty ancient-style arenas were neatly arranged in a circle.

The surrounding stands were already filled with spectators.

At eight sharp, the live stream started.

A famous entertainment host came out to introduce each of the finalists.

In the center of the twenty arenas, there was a red carpet, which led up to an autograph wall at its end.

This was something Mr. Yu learned from following his second son.

“First up, please welcome the renowned poet, Mr. Zhao Cheng.”

A refined middle-aged man, holding a folding fan, walked down the red carpet with poise and signed his name on the autograph wall.

His many fans cheered from the side.

“Go, Mr. Zhao!”

“Mr. Zhao is so handsome!”

Zhao Cheng’s fans referred to him as “Mr.,” a term of respect; he was a famous poet in the interstellar community with a considerable reputation.

The second contestant was a woman.

The host began the introduction: “Please welcome Miss Zhe Liu.”

Dressed in a white ancient robe and moving with delicate steps, Miss Zhe Liu exuded a traditional charm.

She had some interaction with Nian Shutong in the past; a well-known live streamer who broadcasted poetry and tea art, she had once proposed a joint live stream with Earth Bar, which was rejected.

She was also a fan of Daodao’s Immortal Slaying.

Miss Zhe Liu also left her name and elegantly nodded to the stands before moving aside to take her place.

In her heart, she fervently prayed to last two rounds, or else she would look foolish.

Miss Zhe Liu had never thought she would advance.

Could it be that having played the part for so long and having been influenced by it, her own skills had actually improved?

That shouldn’t be the case; she felt incredibly weak and thought advancing was impossible.

The central host continued the introductions until a man named Li Xian appeared, sparking a sudden uproar from the crowd.

“Sir! Sir!”

“Sir is the best!”