Chapter 417: Chapter 416: Battle Hymn
Nian Shutong and Ji Sisi ended their conversation, with neither of them bringing up the topic again.
As for who Dou Dou’s father was, it didn’t matter.
The two’s personalities were sowhat at odds, but there were similarities too, notably once they made up their minds, there was no further dwelling on it.
Nian Shutong’s confidence stemd from her strength.
Ji Sisi had a straightforward and unique way of thinking, which led to her clarity of thought.
Like the ti when she was pregnant and everyone advised her to secretly terminate it before it started showing, she simply asked innocently, “Why? Isn’t this my own child?”
Therefore, once she decided to do sothing, she did it, just like when she took Dou Dou and left the Ji Family without hesitation.
The topic of whether the Crown Prince was Dou Dou’s father was permanently sealed away in the small wooden house. Maybe one day in the future, or at an appropriate mont, it might be brought up again, but for the mont, they didn’t have much interaction with the Crown Prince.
And indeed, after Fu Yunhe sent the express delivery, he didn’t say anything more.
On the other side, when the Crown Prince received the express delivery, he only glanced briefly at the wooden carving.
“It’s pretty impressive.”
“Pretty impressive” was the Crown Prince’s comnt.
But he wasn’t particularly fond of such an object and thought of his mother, the Empress, who would appreciate it, so he passed the wooden carving on to her.
When the Empress received this gift, she was absolutely enchanted with it, even setting aside her favorite “The Return of the Condor Heroes” for a while.
That night, the two luckiest people made it to the hot searches, not the first place but the very last.
But these two definitely garnered everyone’s envy, and many hoped the fortunate duo would show off the gifts sent by the Boss of Little River Live.
Alas, the netizens’ wishes would not be fulfilled.
The Crown Prince obviously didn’t have the ti to show off the gift, having even given his away.
As for the other, Dou Dou, being underage, was prohibited from using the internet.
At this mont on Star Network, the hottest search was a military song contest.
Specifically, it was a song contest hosted by the military, offering no prize money but contribution points instead.
[Military song? What kind of military song?]
[A powerful song that promotes the spirit of soldiers.]
[So many contribution points.]
[Who will win the prize?]
[I don’t know, there are so few military songs!]
[Look at their requirents; they want sothing high-spirited and motivating.]
[Sounds challenging.]
[Of course, those lovey-dovey songs won’t cut it, and the perforrs are very picky too.]
There was a lot of discussion about this on Star Network, but it didn’t reach the level of top search. However, there was no helping it; for such events, you have to make way for others.
The following day after Little River Snack’s special, Nian Shutong finished her cultivation early and returned to her room.
“A song contest?”
“Yeah! Master, you’re planning to build a Transfer Station, right? You need a million contribution points just to qualify.”
“How many?”
Nian Shutong hadn’t asked for the specific number of contribution points last ti, so she was unaware.
“One million contribution points,” Daodao repeated, emphasizing, “It’s one million just to qualify, not that you’ll definitely get to build.”
At this mont, Nian Shutong, holding an embroidery stretcher in her hand, bowed her head, fingers handling an extrely fine needle with thread thinner than a strand of hair, intricately stitching back and forth.
“One million for qualification, it’s honestly beyond reach just to mix in.”
Currently, Nian Shutong had a total of twenty thousand contribution points, which she thought was substantial, but it was far from a million.
The most challenging part was that contribution points were not like money that one could earn by simply finding a way; they were granted under specific conditions.
It wasn’t easy to control.
“It seems I’ve set myself another task following the money-making one, and now it’s to earn contribution points.”
“It seems like my fate is definitely one of perpetual poverty.”
Nian Shutong really thought so. By now, she had earned quite a bit of money, yet her account balance was zero for eight out of ten days.
It seed as if her account was just a transfer station. Not a penny could stay put; it was destined to flow away.
“Daodao, how many contribution points do we have?”
“Twenty thousand contribution points.”
“Let’s do it!”
Nian Shutong imdiately made a decision, regardless of whether they would win or not. If she didn’t even participate, there’d be no chance of losing.
“Right, this ti let’s have all our perforrs use a uniform na, called ‘Earth people’, and let’s also revise the previous three songs. No more marking them as machine-synthesized.”
“Understood, master. I’ll go pick out the songs now.”
Daodao withdrew, and Nian Shutong was still bent over, embroidering the small piece of the world in her hands.
The embroidery lasted until breakfast ti.
In the morning, Fu Yunhe would usually help out a bit in the kitchen. As he was preoccupied, he said to Ha Ha, who had just returned from working outside, “Go call Nian Shutong and tell her to co eat.”
“Got it.”
Ha Ha agreed very readily, but the next second Fu Yunhe wanted to smash the tofu pudding in his hand onto Ha Ha’s head.
At this mont, Ha Ha’s hands were shaped like a gaphone, and he was shouting at the top of his lungs.
“Good person—ti to eat!”
“Ti to eat!”
“Stop shouting!”
Fu Yunhe scolded angrily, putting down the bowl he was holding. He then looked at the now-quiet Ha Ha.
“I ant for you to go to her door and tell her, not to scream like this.”
Ha Ha furrowed his brows in frustration, and in an educating tone, he said to Fu Yunhe, “Xiao He, you should speak more clearly.”
“You scared the good person.”
Fu Yunhe’s mouth opened then closed again. His hands were itching to reach out and give Ha Ha’s head a good pat.
“Who? Was it not you who shouted? What’s that got to do with ?”
“It was you who had Ha Ha shout, Rubble can testify.”
Rubble mysteriously erged from sowhere, stated his case, and received support from Ha Ha.
“That’s right, you said to shout for the good person, and that’s what I did.”
Fu Yunhe felt his nerves jumping, but in the end, he suppressed them again. He couldn’t win.
He thought that his nourishing body skills would get much better with Ha Ha’s training.
“What are you all doing here? Sit down and eat.”
Finally, Nian Shutong ca out. She was holding her hands behind her back, her thumb continuously rubbing against the tip of her forefinger.
Startled by Ha Ha’s roar, she pricked her finger by accident.
When Nian Shutong sat down, she casually asked, “Xiao He, have you been busy this morning?”
“Not really.”
Fu Yunhe looked up, then said with sudden understanding, “Next ti, I’ll co to call you. But you’re not hurt, are you?”
“No, it’s fine.”
Nian Shutong had already started eating her tofu pudding, while Fu Yunhe looked concerned. It seed like nothing was wrong.
“Good person, did you hear shouting?”
“I heard it.”
“Then next ti Ha Ha will still call you.”
“No need, I like it when Xiao He calls. He’s good-looking.”
“That’s true, Xiao He has even served in the bedroom.”
“Pffft——”
“Cough cough——”
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