Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 128: It Might Make Me Ugly, But I Can Get Stronger

Jiang Qiuqiu had done spiritual power tests with Mo Chengyu many times before.

She could be considered experienced.

She put her things down and sat across from Mo Si. They each took hold of a sensor. Staring at Mo Si’s focused expression, Jiang Qiuqiu suddenly felt as if she were looking at a man in a painting.

"What difficulty did you practice on before?"

"B Level."

Mo Si checked the machine’s previous records, thought for a moment, and said, "You’ve already adapted very well to the B Level. I’ll guide you through a B+ Level training session today."

"I can do it."

The machine started up quickly. Spiritual power training required one’s complete and utter focus. During his PK training session with Jiang Qiuqiu, Mo Si precisely suppressed his own spiritual power to the B+ level.

At first, Jiang Qiuqiu struggled.

The pleasant sight of the handsome young man was instantly forgotten. Only one thing remained in her mind: pressure.

The only difference between B Level and B+ Level was a single plus sign, but for Jiang Qiuqiu, it brought an overwhelming, tide-like change. Her spirit could only withstand it for a few seconds before it began to scream frantically inside her mind.

A slight pain spread outward from her mind. She panted softly. Suddenly, a hand grasped the back of hers.

Warmth transferred from that somewhat large palm to the back of her hand, and a calm voice sounded by her ear. "Don’t get distracted."

"The pain is only temporary."

"Keep moving forward." His voice wasn’t loud, yet it inexplicably made one want to obey. "Push onward, keep holding on."

This bit of strength, borrowed from an external source, supported Jiang Qiuqiu as she continued to press on.

She was completely focused, but her spiritual power still advanced with great difficulty. Before every obstacle Mo Si had set, she felt a sense of inadequacy, as if her strength wasn’t enough.

’Something’s not right.’

Mo Si immediately withdrew his spiritual power and looked at the person before him.

She was sweating. Beads of perspiration dotted her skin, and her soft, black hair was damp, sticking to her fair face. From the exertion, a blush bloomed on Jiang Qiuqiu’s cheeks, and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed.

Ruby lips slightly parted, revealing pearly white teeth, the beautiful sight of a maiden with half-closed eyes and flushed cheeks—

Mo Si saw none of it.

His heart softened for only an instant before he began to analyze. ’Jiang Qiuqiu’s spiritual power is abundant and active; it’s impossible that she can’t pass the few elementary obstacles I’ve set.’

’The fact that she’s being blocked doesn’t seem to be an issue with her spiritual power itself.’

His gaze sized her up, scanning from top to bottom, then bottom to top. His eyes finally rested on Jiang Qiuqiu’s slender wrists and delicate body.

Mo Si didn’t see the slim, delicate charm. He only saw—

’No wonder she can’t get past it. So this is where the problem lies.’

Jiang Qiuqiu’s spiritual power was sufficient, but her body didn’t seem to be up to par. It couldn’t support the consumption her spiritual power demanded.

Mo Si immediately made an assessment: ’Surplus spiritual power, insufficient physical strength.’

’If she were to enlist, she would need to intensify her physical strength training, focusing on her hand and core strength.’

’But that kind of training would probably make her a bit bulkier.’

’She’s still a young girl. Even someone like Mo Chengyu, who’s over thirty, occasionally gazes at his reflection and finds fault with this or that.’

’If she were to strengthen her training...’

’Jiang Qiuqiu’s left arm would suddenly bulge, then her right. The flesh of her cheeks would tighten, her waistline would show more power, her legs too, with the muscle lines becoming slightly prominent—’

’That might not align with a young girl’s aesthetic.’

’But! If I explain it properly, it should be fine. She can get stronger.’

’She might get a little chubbier, but she’ll get stronger.’

Just as Mo Si’s mind was wandering, Jiang Qiuqiu suddenly let out a soft cry, as if she had overcome a major hurdle.