The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 270 - 268: Bonus Received

Chapter 270 -268: Bonus Received

Impossible!

Li Xian shouted, then quickly realized that he couldn’t react like this, and hastily added, “Impossible that it’s so low!”

The awkwardness on his face was somewhat conspicuous, but in this situation, he braced himself and continued.

“How can there be so few votes? In my view, this poem is truly a work of great talent.”

His clumsy attempt to save face was still much better than not accepting the outcome on the spot. Mr. Yu just looked at him deeply without exposing him.

The audience in the stands clearly understood that he hadn’t expected to lose and was reluctant to accept it.

But he was not completely without brains, knowing to try and save the situation at the end.

Holding the results of the competition, Mr. Yu said a few words of congratulations to Earth Bar and finished with a heartfelt statement, “Poetry, you must never give up.”

“Of course, rest assured.”

What Nian Shutong was thinking was that as long as it made money, she would come often.

Mr. Yu indeed found solace in the thought: She really must love it, writing songs and such, it’s all just a personal hobby.

Both of them had divergent thoughts, but ultimately, their goals were somewhat met.

Mr. Yu presented Nian Shutong with a trophy in front of everyone and even told her it would really be mailed to her.

But Nian Shutong really didn’t want to reveal her address, so she tactfully refused by saying, “Just keep my trophy at the Poetry Club.”

Mr. Yu was actually moved and said, “Good, good, you really do love poetry.”

Huh?

What’s all this about?

Nian Shutong couldn’t make heads or tails of Mr. Yu’s thought process, but she didn’t say much, just waiting to receive her prize money. If the prize money didn’t come through, you’d see if she really loved poetry.

The last item was for Mr. Yu to distribute the prize money and a small amount of contribution points.

Really a small amount.

Last time, the Poetry Club gave ten thousand contribution points because it was the Royal Family seeking poetry. This time, since they were hosting the event themselves, the contribution points were somewhat meager.

And not only the first place received prize money, but all those who made it to the finals also received a consolation prize, One Hundred Thousand Star Coins.

Actually, that wasn’t too little, and Miss Zhe Liu was quite satisfied.

When it came to Nian Shutong, Mr. Yu holding the Ten Million Star Coins card told her, “I know you don’t care about money, but there has to be a prize for the competition.”

He handed out the card symbolizing Ten Million Star Coins, murmuring, “If you feel uneasy about taking it, I know many charitable organizations that are quite good, and you could donate it.”

Donate?

Who’s donating to whom?

Nian Shutong didn’t understand at all where this idea of donating came from. She grabbed Mr. Yu’s card a bit forcefully, her face unchanged, tone neutral, and said, “I’ll handle it myself.”

Her intention was to take the card herself, while Mr. Yu understood it as her going to make the donation.

Mr. Yu looked at Nian Shutong with great satisfaction, patting her arm and saying, “You’re a child with great love, I am not as good as you.”

Nian Shutong guessed that Mr. Yu had somehow misunderstood her, but as long as the money was given, she wasn’t about to correct him.

After the award ceremony, there were reporters who wanted to interview Earth Bar, but when they went to look for her, she had already disappeared.

Mr. Yu just said to the reporters, “True creators don’t like these kinds of spectacles.”

The reporter, listening to Mr. Yu’s profound words and then looking at Li Xian, who was surrounded by other reporters, wondered if this was a case of talking about the spear while aiming at the shield?

Could he write an article about this?

“Young man, do your job well,” Mr. Yu didn’t say much, but his eldest son, passing by the reporter, spoke these kindly words.

The reporter nodded with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, indicating that he understood.

He dared not publish this report.

And so, the Poetry Contest had come to an end.

Nian Shutong had landed a whopping Ten Million Star Coins and also garnered a thousand contribution points. He disappeared from the Star Network and, sitting in his small wooden house, he looked at his Light Computer account and laughed gleefully.

“Knock, knock, knock”

Fu Yunhe strolled over and knocked on the door of Nian Shutong’s house.

“Come in.”

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Fu Yunhe casually walked in, sat down at the table by the window, and began with a congratulation for Nian Shutong.

“Congratulations on securing the prize money smoothly.”

“Ha Ha Ha! Beauties always have the sweetest words.”

Nian Shutong closed his Light Computer, looked at Fu Yunhe seriously, and said, “I’m going to cultivate for the next couple of days and will be back in about five. Just in time to start harvesting the first batch of crops.”

“You’re on house duty. Make sure you take care of all the big and small creatures we have at home.”

Fu Yunhe got up to leave, but Nian Shutong pressed him firmly down by the shoulder.

“What’s this? Thinking of fleeing without a fight?”

Fu Yunhe took a seat again, somewhat helplessly, and said, “I have this feeling that you’re trying to dodge Rubble because you’re afraid he’ll ask for money.”

Nian Shutong withdrew his hand, rested his chin in his palm, and propped his elbow on the table, his eyes sparkling as he gazed at Fu Yunhe.

That look made Fu Yunhe feel slightly uneasy.

“So, the beauty understands me so well, does she?”

Nian Shutong pulled his arm back, sat up straight, and said quite seriously, “Dodging is one thing, but on the other hand, I really do need to train. My strength is the core of our internal unity, isn’t it?”

“Ah—spoken as if I could refuse,” Fu Yunhe said as he slumped back into his chair, a defeated look on his face. “I’ll watch the house, sure, but you need to pacify the others first.”

“Fine, no problem.” Nian Shutong knew the other creatures only responded to him, which indeed was a challenging task for Fu Yunhe.

But she had recently reached a critical point in her cultivation and wanted to break through using her sculptures and Crystal Stones. Only by reaching the Nascent Soul level would she truly become one of the powerhouses.

Right now, if not for her numerous strategies and poisons, she was nearly at Ha Ha’s level, meaning she would only reach interstellar S Level when she attained Nascent Soul.

The two settled on an arrangement. Fu Yunhe went back to his room to enjoy one final night of relaxation and had to admit he slept better when Nian Shutong was around.

The thought of Nian Shutong leaving for five days, possibly even longer, gave him a headache.

Rubble, Ha Ha, Dou Dou, Elder Hua…

Not one of them was easy to handle, and they especially liked to pick on him.

Might as well sleep, and worry about it tomorrow.

The small wooden house fell silent, and there were no major ripples on the Star Network.

The Poetry Contest was simply concluded with a few brief news reports detailing who won and what prizes were awarded.

Those interested could read through the poems presented at the event, while those indifferent might just glance at the results and move on.

But there was someone who noticed something different—the calligraphy, or rather the signature left by Nian Shutong and the words she wrote with her fingers on the screen.

And this person was the president of the interstellar university, Principal Shu.

He was the president of the Calligraphy Association and had a profound love for calligraphy, a love that went deep into his bones.

He appreciated poetry as well, so when he had time, he watched the livestream, except he froze the video on the signature at the Earth Bar, admiring it too much.

By the time he had finished his admiration, the livestream was over.