Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 285: Is It a Gift? No! It’s the Spirit Nourishing Liquid

Jiang Qiuqiu stared at Mo Si for a moment. Never mind his features; with an aura that dignified, he truly did seem like a little prince—a lone wolf.

"Thank you!"

"You don’t have to thank me," Mo Si said. "Just remember to think of me next time."

"You don’t have to fight your battles alone." He stood tall and elegant, his broad chest blocking the light from behind him. His shadow looked as if it could envelop Jiang Qiuqiu completely.

Jiang Qiuqiu gave a soft "mhm." "I’ll tell you next time."

"Do you want to come in for a bit?" she asked, extending the invitation a second time.

But Mo Si refused. It was too late. And... to be alone in a room with a young woman... Even though his intentions were pure, still...

It was best to avoid arousing suspicion.

"Well, I’ll head inside then." She was eager to find out what had happened.

Just as Jiang Qiuqiu was about to close the door, Mo Si suddenly called out to her.

He said, "I forgot to give you something."

"Huh?" A thought struck Jiang Qiuqiu, and she asked curiously, "Is it a gift?" ’A get-well gift, since he knows I’m injured?’

Before her anticipation could fade, Mo Si raised his hand with a grave air. A silvery-white vial of Spirit Nourishing Liquid gleamed on his broad palm. "Mrs. Ai’er said you haven’t had this tonight. Three times a day. You can’t miss a single dose."

Jiang Qiuqiu...

’How awkward. This is just so awkward.’

’I should have just slammed the door shut a moment ago.’

After dejectedly closing her eyes and downing the Nourishing Liquid, Jiang Qiuqiu let out a long sigh. "Alright, I’m going to get some rest now."

"Go on. Get some rest."

She closed the door, and her footsteps faded into the distance. Mo Si, carrying a case of Nutrient Liquid, walked back to Mo Chengyu’s villa.

-

Back inside, sleep was definitely out of the question.

It was still early, after all. Besides, she was still feeling awful from the Spirit Nourishing Liquid she’d just drunk.

Lying on her bed, Jiang Qiuqiu opened her terminal and searched for "Jiang Tianming" on the Star Network.

She had been recovering at Mrs. Ai’er’s house before and hadn’t paid any attention to news from the outside world. When she searched for it today, she found that while it was an ongoing story, the buzz surrounding the incident on the Star Network was already immense.

The top search result was a post from the social media account of a Military Department spokesperson named Qiudao.

From the post’s description, it wasn’t just Jiang Tianming who had been arrested. The other members of his little clique seemed to have been caught as well. Jiang Qiuqiu glanced over the evidence—

It was even more disgusting than what the original owner of her body had suspected from memory. She frowned and scrolled past, but her finger paused when she saw the report letter.

Without a doubt, this report letter had been written by her.

The letter had been seen, and the person who had tormented the body’s original owner to death had been arrested.

She scrolled through the comments. Hundreds of millions of people had already left their remarks, praising the Military Department, the Admiral, and the spokesperson, Qiudao.

There were also people whose hearts went out to the victims at the school and to the original person who wrote the report:

—What the hell is their problem? Are those idiots brain-dead or something? Someone works their ass off to come study here from a Low-level Star, their life is already tough enough, and they still have to run into morons like this ****

—Can’t the Federation do something about its admissions system? People should be going to school with other people. Brutes like these should be sent to a university exclusively for animals. ==

—It’s not just the students’ fault, right? What school do these people go to? The school is a real piece of work, too!

Many people were speaking out against the injustice on behalf of people like the original owner of her body.

As Jiang Qiuqiu read on, she suddenly felt tears begin to slide down her face. She touched her cheek; they were rolling down like a string of beads, impossible to hold back. But after a few minutes, they stopped as abruptly as they had started.

She sighed and rolled over to stare at the ceiling. ’The matter of the report letter is finished.’

’It’s completely and utterly finished.’