Her Food Livestream Broke the Galaxy

Chapter 421 - 440: Jiang Qiuqiu’s Opponent

As Qian Xingxing had expected, the moment he posted the news to his homepage, countless people shared it.

The top streamers all had massive fanbases, but they had gained those followings on the Federation Live Broadcast Company’s platform. You could say the Federation Live Broadcast Company was incredibly famous across the interstellar community—

In his younger days, Qian Xingxing himself had lived a wild and carefree life. For several years, he had been a rich young master, the "national husband." He was also often jokingly called the "Crown Prince," as he was the company’s sole heir.

And now a brother had suddenly appeared out of nowhere?

A twin brother?

How come no one had ever heard of him before?

The explosion of this huge news quickly diluted any discussion related to Jiang Qiuqiu. The post went up that evening, and before midnight, countless explosive topics had flooded the Star Network.

The sheer volume of traffic even washed out the hype for that night’s Federation Live Broadcast PK battle.

However, this only affected Jiang Qiuqiu in the grand scheme of things, as fewer people were talking about her. But in their own little worlds, people were happy to enjoy the drama. Besides, watching a livestream didn’t stop them from gossiping, and following the gossip didn’t stop them from enjoying delicious food.

In fact, lying on the bed, scrolling through gossip while eating the garlic spare ribs from tonight’s PK battle made everything even more flavorful!

After being hit by another culinary critical strike, the new fans rapidly evolved into loyal followers.

As a result, when the PK votes were tallied and the rankings updated that night, Jiang Qiuqiu had risen five spots.

The platform cruelly eliminated the bottom three streamers again. As of today, only nine streamers remained in the competition.

You could say the PK battle was now heading into its final stages. In three days, the true number one would be decided.

All the streamers and their editors were discussing the opponents they might face next.

The top-ranked Mecha genius, Xiong Xin, was chatting with his editor about the formidable opponents in this year’s competition.

His editor said, "You should pay more attention to that Posena. She’s your greatest rival—"

"No, he’s not."

The editor continued, "Spirit Healing Masters are noble by nature, and it’s rare to see one with such a unique spiritual power system. The ability to transmit it through sound is a very useful skill."

"Her fanbase is also the most similar to yours, she’s good-looking, and she has a lot of die-hard fans. You—"

After hearing this, Xiong Xin shot his editor a look of utter disgust. "You actually think *he’s* good-looking?"

"..."

This conversation was going nowhere.

"Xiong Xin, you may be the favorite to win, but you still need to respect your opponents—"

"I do respect my opponents. I just don’t think we need to discuss him because he can’t surpass me. Let’s talk about the one in fifth place instead. This Jiang Jiujiu."

"...Her?" The editor glanced at the list. "The one who’s been getting all that marketing hype lately?"

"What do you mean, marketing hype?" Xiong Xin sounded a little angry. "She has real skill."

"She’s my biggest rival," Xiong Xin said. "If there has to be someone to fight me for first place, she’s the only one who stands a chance."

"?" The editor was confused. "But the gap between your fanbases is huge. How can she compare—"

"It’s not about the number of fans."

It’s about our domains.

Xiong Xin’s eyes gleamed. "I believe we are both the absolute top young talents in our respective fields."

’Besides,’ he thought, ’Jiang Jiujiu is probably a Spirit Healing Master too, maybe even a higher level than Posena.’

Posena’s editor was also talking to him, but Posena himself was quite willful. His blue hair was dazzling, and he wore makeup. When he wasn’t livestreaming, he had a rather cocky attitude. "I don’t listen to others. I only want to compete against Xiong Xin."

"Enough. I can’t be bothered to listen."

He looked every bit the part of a young master who couldn’t be bothered, so the editor didn’t press his luck.