Chapter Thirteen: The First Live Broadcast

After confirming the livestream had started, Huayun immediately decided what she needed to do first—naturally, to cultivate the land!

A barren planet? Of course, the first step is to reclaim the wilderness!

However, with the academy as her backing, Huayun didn’t have to do the hard labor herself.

A miniature digging robot was just the thing!

At first, Huayun worried she might not manage everything at once, so she planned to have the robot clear just a hundred square meters of land, uncertain how much she could oversee.

Meanwhile, some curious viewers entered the livestream.

“JustConfidence: What’s going on? Is this some kind of gimmick to grab attention?”

“NightWalker: I don’t want to believe a graduation project could be connected to building on a barren planet!”

“JustConfidence: Upstairs, I don’t believe it either, but apparently it’s certified by the top university in the alliance! It shouldn’t be fake, right?”

“NightWalker: Could it be the student messing around?”

“JustConfidence: Not sure, but is there only one person working on the barren planet project?”

“NightWalker: Isn’t building on a barren planet more than just digging?”

Don’t underestimate his ignorance. When he and his advisor worked on such planetary projects before, there were many people involved. One person alone? That sounds too far-fetched.

The robot worked quickly, and before long, the hundred square meters were fully dug. Huayun inspected the work and had to admit, technology was truly useful—the soil was evenly turned with no large clumps.

Looking up, she saw two comments.

“There’s no need to doubt. I’m currently on the barren planet that requires development. This planet is my graduation design,” Huayun explained.

“NightWalker: Don’t lie. Are you trying to insult my intelligence or yours?”

“I intend to plant some vegetables to eat first, so I had the robot dig a small patch.” Huayun was sincere—after all these days of relying on nutrient solutions, she was eager to grow some real food.

“JustConfidence: What? Growing vegetables to eat?”

“NightWalker: I really think you’re trying to fool us. If vegetables were that easy to grow, no one would need nutrient solutions after all these years in space.”

It wasn’t that natural food was unaffordable; it was that natural foods had different grades. Low-grade natural foods contained energies that could disrupt mental focus and even weaken physical health. Only foods of a certain quality were safe to consume, as the body’s immunity could overcome those harmful energies.

There were ways to reduce these harms: one was for a skilled planter to personally cultivate high-grade plants using their own abilities. Even if some plants weren’t edible, they could be introduced to human habitats as greenery to purify the air and beautify living areas.

Another method was to purify existing plants, but this was far more difficult.

“I forgot to mention, I’m a student at the Botanical Academy,” Huayun said directly, seeing the barrage of comments.

“NightWalker: Aren’t there many students at the Botanical Academy? If they could all do this, vegetables wouldn’t be so rare!”

Of course, even if vegetables were rare, he personally wasn’t short of them. His grandfather was an expert in the field—whoever needed vegetables, he had plenty.

“JustConfidence: The streamer is even more confident than I am. Judging by the name of your stream, I thought you’d be nervous. Now I see no sign of that.”

“You’re wrong. I’m actually very nervous,” Huayun admitted, trembling slightly.

“JustConfidence: I don’t know about anything else, but the streamer sure knows how to put on a show!”

“However, I believe the vegetables I grow will be edible,” Huayun said confidently. The original owner’s grades were already good, and combined with her own botanical abilities and recent discoveries, she didn’t think she would fail.

“NightWalker: Does the top university in the alliance know you’re such a bragger?”

“NightWalker: Graduation project, barren planet construction, undergraduate, and all by yourself?”

“NightWalker: Too many things to mock, I don’t even know where to start!”

“Sir, is it possible that what you’re calling flaws are actually facts?” Huayun responded. The interstellar community found the whole idea absurd, but absurd facts were still facts.

“JustConfidence: I admire the streamer’s confidence, although I’m a bit skeptical!”

“NightWalker: If what you say is true, I’ll tip you a spaceship!”

“JustConfidence: Me too!”

A spaceship tip wasn’t something they took lightly, but if it was real, it would be quite a spectacle.

“Really?” Huayun’s gaze shifted to the gift panel. “Is it a regular spaceship or an interstellar one?”

They were not the same scale. While spaceships weren’t cheap, interstellar ships cost five times more, and since it involved star currency, it was important to clarify.

After all, Huayun was still a poor student!

“NightWalker: Of course interstellar!”

He wasn’t short of money; Huayun’s hesitation made him wonder if she thought he didn’t have that much wealth.

Would she believe he could crush her with star coins?

Fortunately, Huayun didn’t know what NightWalker was thinking; otherwise, she would have said, “Go ahead, crush me now!”

“JustConfidence: I’m not lacking that much star currency either!”

Star coins were just numbers after all.

“Alright, first take a look at this,” Huayun said, sharing a screenshot with mosaic censoring—an email she had received earlier.

The only difference was she had blurred out personal information.

“Can you confirm now?” Huayun asked.

—NightWalker tipped an interstellar spaceship!

An incredibly flashy effect flashed across the screen.

—JustConfidence tipped an interstellar spaceship!

The same dazzling effect appeared again.

“Thank you, Mr. NightWalker, for the tip!”

“Thank you, Mr. JustConfidence, for the tip!”

What luck! Two wealthy donors appeared at once, and both were decisive with their gifts.

“NightWalker: I always keep my word!”

That screenshot couldn’t be fake. The StarNet’s AI for image manipulation detection was excellent—they could disguise edits, but if it were photoshopped, StarNet would catch it in a second. No wonder no one doubted it.

“JustConfidence: Streamer, you’re really unlucky!”

“JustConfidence: Your bad luck must be contagious!”

“JustConfidence: Just wait, I’ll definitely be back!!!”

—JustConfidence left the livestream!

“Huh?” Huayun was puzzled. She knew this incident was widely regarded as an unlucky event—but contagious? Where did that come from?

Just minutes before…

A man sat in his chair, a mix of sympathy and excitement on his face. Who was the unlucky soul to get stuck with this graduation project?

He knew exactly how this project came about and was familiar with the academy’s chaotic follow-up operations. If someone was unlucky enough to get this, who wasn’t?

Thinking this, the man couldn’t help but smirk with schadenfreude.

What to do? Sharing others’ misfortune was sometimes a source of joy.

With that in mind, the man posted a status update on his StarNet account.

But soon after, he groaned, “It’s over!”

Big Bro: Aren’t you training? How do you have time for the internet?

The man hurriedly logged into his account to delete the post. Come on, come on! Why does it always fail at the crucial moment?

Finally deleting it, he slumped back in his chair.

Big Bro: I’ll be waiting for you at home this weekend; you better think of a good explanation.

Attached was a screenshot!

“...And he even sent a screenshot.”

The man’s face fell in despair. Big Bro had no honor at all and was incredibly fast with his fingers.