Chapter 104: Chapter 104 Only One Left
Shutong Nian looked at the information Daodao had found, and her eyes immediately caught the prominently displayed prize money setup.
Indeed, there were one million Star Coins.
She continued to read, the competition was organized by the Royal Family, requiring contestants to create works on the theme of serving one’s country. All submissions would be judged within a week, narrowing down to ten finalists, and ultimately the winner would be decided by a vote from netizens.
“Master, this is the shortest cycle contest with the highest prize found by Daodao, should we participate?”
Nian Shutong stroked her chin, rubbing it back and forth as she said, “We could participate, but I don’t know how to write poetry, do I?”
“It’s okay, Master, we have Earth! That’s the memory at the heart of the star, thousands of years of culture, what’s there to fear!”
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Nian Shutong did not hesitate, whether plagiarism was good or bad?
Naturally, it wasn’t good, but it mattered how one plagiarized.
The whole planet was her own, and the prize money earned would be used to develop the planet, equivalent to Earth earning its own keep.
“Come on, Daodao, let’s enter the competition.”
“Alright, Master, I have selected a short piece. It’s better to send half of it, take a look?”
Nian Shutong looked at what Daodao had sent over, and after one read, it was indeed stirring, very much fitting the theme of serving one’s country.
“Great! Let’s use this.”
“Hold on, I also want to come up with a name, let’s call it ‘Earth Bar’!”
“Okay, Daodao will take care of it right away.”
Nian Shutong had a lot of trust in Daodao, she completely let go and began her cultivation, also waiting for the coming heavy rain.
Trusted Daodao, upon submitting the document, wrote three words in the author’s name field: Earth Bar.
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Yep, that’s exactly what the master said.
Confirm submission.
A poem filled with a millennia of culture, soared towards the collection mailbox, awaiting to be read.
Meanwhile, on the network, a craze for sugar-fried chestnuts was surging.
He Xinchun was a food blogger, often visiting high-end restaurants due to his affluent background, turning his meals into videos, and sharing them on the Star Network.
At the same time, he was also a student at the Imperial Military Academy. Today, after returning to the dormitory from outside, he passed by a certain dormitory and a sweet, mysterious aroma made him stop in his tracks.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
He Xinchun knocked on the door, politely inquiring, “May I ask what you are eating?”
“He Xinchun! Hello, hello. Please come in, come in,” a student from the dormitory immediately stood up, inviting He Xinchun in.
He Xinchun was quite well-known at the academy, not only for his food blogging but also for his high talent, making him a prominent figure at the school.
He Xinchun was merely curious; he liked gourmet food, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been that blogger.
“Sorry to intrude, I’m curious about this scent, it seems unfamiliar to me.”
He Xinchun walked into the room and saw a male student handing him a dark brown, round object that appeared somewhat sticky.
“These are sugar-fried chestnuts, sold by a broadcaster. Try it.”
The male student, somewhat reluctantly, gave He Xinchun two chestnuts, keeping the rest for himself.
The two chestnuts were the most generous offer he could make.
He Xinchun thanked him, peeled the chestnut, and put it in his mouth.
The unique flavor of chestnut mixed with the sweetness of maltose gave He Xinchun’s taste buds a splendid feast.
Holding the last chestnut in his palm, he got the broadcaster’s room number from the male student and left.
Back in his own bedroom, He Xinchun couldn’t resist snapping a photo of the last chestnut.
Under the bright light, a glossy chestnut lay quietly in the palm of his fair hand.
Caption: Only one left.