Ch 115: The Cannon Fodder Won’t Play Along Anymore [QT]

0377 felt she couldn’t make the decision herself.

After chatting with the Mu family for a while, she hurriedly logged off to contact her superior.

Meanwhile, more people gradually entered Mu Xing’s livestream.

Almost all of them were Rupert’s friends, who had come out of curiosity after seeing Rupert’s enthusiastic post.

Before they entered, they all had high expectations for this livestream Rupert had praised so highly.

But once they came in…

Damn! This wasn’t just meeting expectations—

It was like expecting to see a villa, only to be given an entire castle!

In holographic mode, the immersive experience of being surrounded by a sea of roses stunned this group of “bumpkins” who at most had only ever seen a few delicate flowers arranged in a vase.

They bustled around excitedly, circling the place several times before inevitably asking about artificial roses and holographic technology.

The Mu family simply told them these were real flowers.

Some believed it, but more did not.

Still, since this group were Rupert’s friends, they were fairly polite, assuming the streamer was just hyping things up for attention.

A girl even earnestly advised Mu Xing, “Your holographic tech is really strong. There’s no need to use ‘real flowers’ as a gimmick—you’ll definitely go viral anyway. With this level of realism, I’d come back again and again. It’s fine now when there aren’t many viewers, but later on, don’t say that. Be careful—if someone screenshots and reports you for false advertising, your livestream could get shut down.”

“Thank you, sister.” Mu Xing accepted her kindness with a bright smile. “We’ll be careful. Soon, the livestream will make a clarification.”

The pretty and well-behaved boy melted the girl’s heart. She couldn’t resist reaching out as if to ruffle the streamer’s hair—of course, she ended up touching nothing. In a holographic livestream, viewers could see and even “touch” the environment, but never the streamer. Not even simulated tactile feedback worked.

This was one of Red Moon Star Net’s protections for streamers.

The girl regretfully pulled her hand back, reluctantly sent a meteor shower gift, then logged out.

As expected, once this group left, they immediately began singing the praises of the livestream called “Iya” in their own circles.

Not only with words, but also with partial holographic recordings.

Word-of-mouth traffic could be terrifying—especially since this particular recommendation truly lived up to the hype.

In no time, Mu Xing’s livestream caught fire in a small circle.

But when a larger wave of people came flooding in, they suddenly discovered—the livestream had closed.

Mu Xing stared at the system prompt:

[Because the streamer is underage, daily solo livestream duration cannot exceed 3 hours. With a guardian present, total daily livestream time cannot exceed 6 hours.]

Mu Xing froze. Had six hours already passed?

He checked the time—sure enough, it was late. Later than his usual bedtime. Ami had already urged him several times.

The Mu family exited the livestream.

Excitement was written all over Mu Rongrong and the others’ faces.

Mu Yue said, “This was only the first day, and already so many people came!”

She had friends who had tried livestreaming before, even spending money to boost popularity, but it quickly fizzled out.

“That’s because Xingxing’s roses are one of a kind in the whole galaxy!” Mu Rongrong said proudly.

But when she saw Mu Xing’s slightly pale face after logging out, guilt softened her tone. “Mum got too excited and lost track of time. Xingxing, are you tired? Hungry? We won’t livestream for so long again.”

Mu Xing shook his head, eyes shining. “Not tired. I’m really happy.”

He pulled up the backend stats and showed his family a number. “Look—today’s rewards!”

Most of Rupert’s friends came from wealthy families. Coupled with how stunning the rose-filled courtyard was, their tips had been very generous.

They’d even received several meteor showers.

After Red Moon StarNet’s cut, Mu Xing’s earnings for the day were nearly ten thousand.

He beamed, shaking his head in delight. “I can earn money now. Dad, mum, Sister—you don’t have to work so hard anymore.”

The three adults all felt a pang in their hearts.

Since it was late, they said goodnight and went to rest.

In the master bedroom upstairs—

Carefree Mu Rongrong, for once, couldn’t sleep. She sat on the bed, restless.

Lan Xi sat beside her, watching gently. “What’s wrong?”

Mu Rongrong said softly, “Hearing Xingxing say those things made my heart ache.”

“I used to only know how to enjoy myself, never thinking about the future. I thought my children could live as carefree as I have, never worrying about food or clothing. But look at us now—Xingxing is only thirteen, and already thinking about making money to support the family.”

She covered her face. “It’s my fault. I’m useless.”

Her little Xingxing had always been weak and sickly.

She and Lan Xi had once vowed to raise him like a little prince, to live worry-free all his life.

Lan Xi gently pulled her hands away and saw the tears on her face.

He kissed them away softly and held her close.

“It’s not too late,” Lan Xi murmured. “We were wrong before.”

“No one can predict accidents. No one can guarantee a lifetime.”

“Relying on others will never be as reliable as relying on ourselves, right?” Lan Xi’s eyes curved in a smile. “Now that I think about it—my artistic talent, all that I’ve learned—was it only meant for applause at banquets?”

“Xingxing is very good, he’s stronger than us.”

Mu Rongrong lifted her head to look at him.

Lan Xi’s tone was light: “Even our son understands this truth. We can’t possibly be worse than him, can we?”

*

That night, several people couldn’t sleep.

Of course, it had nothing to do with Mu Xing.

He had never kept things in his heart. Translated on Hololo novels. Six hours of livestreaming was a bit much for his body right now, but as soon as his head touched the pillow, he sank into sleep.

He was confident that his livestream room would definitely become popular, but he underestimated the traffic of the StarNet.

Overnight, news that a floral channel had appeared with breakthrough artificial flower technology spread throughout the flower enthusiast community.

The videos Rupert and his friends shared were forwarded countless times. Of course, for Mu Xing’s sake, they all stuck to the same explanation—that it must be artificial flower technology or holographic tech.

Some people thought it looked too real, like actual flowers.

But that kind of comment was quickly mocked and refuted: in the interstellar age, no one had ever raised roses of such massive size.

Even back in recorded ancient human times, when hundreds of flowers bloomed and flowers were just ordinary plants, roses of this scale were not common.

So the next morning, right after the family finished breakfast and opened the livestream, they were immediately stunned by the flood of people pouring in.

Thankfully, Mu Xing had already turned off the special sound reminders for new viewers yesterday, otherwise his ears would have been ringing endlessly.

The spacious courtyard suddenly seemed crowded with the influx.

Of course, the actual number of people was far greater than what Mu Xing and his family could see. For visual effect, the livestream system automatically filtered the visible crowd.

After all, in holographic mode, those who entered were just streams of data.

【Wow, so beautiful!】
【So this is a rose? It’s my first time seeing one, it’s gorgeous.】
【The fragrance, it smells so good. Are you sure this isn’t real?】
【Use your brain, of course it can’t be real flowers. But I’ve been staring for ages and can’t see any artificial traces. This tech is insane.】
【You’re all looking at the flowers, am I the only one looking at the host? The host is so good-looking. The admin next to him must be his family, right? The whole family is good-looking.】

Many people greeted Mu Xing. Because of random intelligent filtering, who he saw was random too.

“Host, your flowers are gorgeous, and you’re adorable too!”

Mu Xing smiled: “Thank you.”

Some people came up to ask about the technology as well.

The real-time heat index climbed rapidly, and the small livestream suddenly shot up onto a trending chart.

More and more people poured in.

*

On Ice Blue Main Star.

Mu Qingqing woke up late. She had a date later and was doing some skincare, casually opening StarNet to watch a stream and pass the time.

By chance, her eyes fell on a livestream called Iya.

She clicked in.

After being stunned by the romantic wall of roses, she finally noticed the host.

When she saw the host’s face clearly, Mu Qingqing froze.

Wasn’t this her useless aunt’s family?

She stood among the crowd, listening to Mu Xing chatting with others.

“Host, your tech is amazing. Want to collaborate?”

Mu Xing earnestly stressed: “There’s no artificial technology. These are real flowers.”

“Haha, don’t joke. I’m serious about wanting to cooperate.”

Mu Xing helplessly said: “And I’m serious when I tell you the truth.”

Both the host and the admin were visible to all viewers, so Mu Qingqing could clearly see the aunt and uncle she thought would be living miserably, as well as that annoying cousin, all smiling and chatting with the audience.

And their faces were still as good-looking as ever.

Just like before, doing nothing yet basking in endless praise.

Mu Qingqing’s good mood in the morning was instantly ruined.

She cast them a disgusted glance, exited the livestream, and went to find her parents.

Mu Lin had already gone out. Xiao Jinwei was tidying up, ready to leave.

Seeing her daughter, Xiao Jinwei smiled: “Qingqing, isn’t today your day off? Why are you up so early?”

Mu Qingqing asked: “Mom, have you been in touch with Auntie lately?”

The moment Xiao Jinwei heard that word, her face cooled. She said slowly: “Qingqing, I’ve always told you to associate with excellent people, so you’ll become even more excellent. Mu Rongrong’s family of trash isn’t worth our attention, understand?”

Mu Qingqing frowned, unhappy: “But I just saw them on StarNet. They’re doing a flower livestream, and Mu Xing is lying, saying he grew real flowers.”

Her tone was cold and full of disgust: “I’m afraid someone will recognize them. Then it’ll be our Mu family’s reputation that’s ruined.”

Xiao Jinwei was momentarily surprised. Then, in a warm voice, she said to her daughter: “Leave this to me. You don’t need to worry.”

Mu Qingqing nodded and walked away.

Xiao Jinwei called her assistant. She didn’t even bother to look at the livestream her daughter mentioned. She simply ordered her assistant to deal with it.

“Find a way to shut down their livestream. It’s an eyesore.” Her tone was light.

The assistant hesitated: “I happened to watch it. Their technology is actually…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Xiao Jinwei’s tone remained calm. “Shut it down. Do you not understand me?”

“Yes, madam.”

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