Arguing with capital is a futile exercise; capital doesnât listen to reason.
Qian Song had no interest in listening to any whining. One of his star talents had gotten into trouble. Losing money was a minor issue, but the incident had blown up into a scandal, and Qian Duoduo had even personally chewed him out for it, leaving him furious.
He took his anger out on Wang Henli. If it werenât for the fact that the branch office truly had no other options at the momentâ
He looked over Wang Henliâs stats. The man was practically finished. Unless he could cook something even more delicious, a comeback was impossible.
Qian Song had learned from Li Ran that Wang Henli owned a recipe book.
The mention of a recipe book sparked an idea in his mind. With a proper system, he could groom a new star. Given enough time, he was confident he could launch a new No. 1.
But this streamer didnât know what was good for him and just kept complaining.
"Itâs a family heirloom..."
"Fine," Qian Song said lazily. "You have two choices now. Work hard, take first place, and make everyone happy."
"Afterward, youâll also have two choices. You can hand over the recipe book, or Iâll make you hand it over."
Wang Henli wanted to say more, but Qian Song had already ended the call.
He upended the table.
After sitting there for a while, he retrieved his recipe book from a compartment in his robot safe.
He knew it himself. The upcoming PK matches were crucial for him. Without any points, his title of "Number One Streamer in the Food Category" was just a mockery.
Gently flipping toward the back of the book, his eyes settled on the words "Chuan Chuan." He had made his decision.
The recipes in this part of the book were ones Wang Henli had never used before. They were his aces in the hole, trump cards to be played only in an emergency.
âThis is the one.â
âIt will definitely save me from this disaster.â
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Jiang Qiuqiu hadnât expected things to get so hectic.
She had just participated in the annual PK competition yesterday, and today, Federation University had already opened its public admissions registration.
"It is opening a bit early this year," Mo Chengyu remarked, also finding it a little strange. "But itâs not unheard of. The school got a new president a while back whoâs more laid-back and unconventional, so itâs become pretty common for event schedules to be a little unpredictable."
âThat tone of voice...â
Jiang Qiuqiu glanced at Mo Chengyu.
"What is it?"
"Itâs nothing. I guess we canât do our Spiritual Training today, then."
"Of course we can! Weâll just do it at Federation University," Mo Chengyu said with a smile, grabbing Jiang Qiuqiuâs hand. "I know you probably looked up the process online already, but as your good friend, Iâm going to tell you again anyway!"
"Today, youâll take your personal terminal and ID to the Federation University public admissions office. Youâll take another spiritual power test, and then theyâll give you a preliminary evaluation to decide if you qualify for the second round of testing."
"The first test just gets you in the gate; the second one is what gets you through the door. During the second round, theyâll conduct more precise data measurements and a thorough spiritual power assessment. Theyâll test your Perception Ability and offensive capabilities, evaluate your personal potential, and then use that analysis to place you in a suitable major."
"My brother and I..." She almost let it slip. âCrap!â Mo Chengyu cursed herself inwardly. "Youâve been doing this kind of training all along, and your performance has been fantastic."
"So you donât need to be nervous at all. Youâll definitely be accepted."
Jiang Qiuqiu hummed in agreement, her fluttering heart finally settling down.
"Alright, Iâm off to register thenâ"
"Go on. Itâs a shame Black Hole isnât around, or we couldâve had him give you a ride."