Chapter 931 - 950: A Futuristic Version of Idol Producer / Youth With You / Produce 101?
Chapter 931: Chapter 950: A Futuristic Version of Idol Producer / Youth With You / Produce 101?
The weather was growing colder, and the coursework at Federation University was drawing to a close for the year. Based on past experience, the Spirit Healing Department went on break earlier than the Mecha Single Soldier System. Furthermore, the second-year exams were scheduled earlier than the first-year exams. This meant that in less than fifteen days, Qiuqiu would have to participate in the second round of testing.
Since Dean Zhu was one of the school’s examiners and the test topics hadn’t been announced yet, Qiuqiu felt it would be unfair to seek him out for training. Therefore, she was currently taking a mock exam at Mrs. Ai’er’s place. Mo Si, acting as her accompanying family member, stood outside the courtyard.
From the impromptu theoretical Q&A to the practical operation, Qiuqiu passed everything on her first try. After observing the entire process, Mrs. Ai’er nodded. "You are indeed ready to skip a grade.
"With your level of proficiency, staying in your second year for another year would truly be a waste.
"It would be much more useful to spend that time doing internships and practical training."
"I think so too!" Qiuqiu raised her fuzzy-gloved hand.
"Are you attending your classes in the Mecha Department diligently?"
"Very diligently! I feel that strength makes me grow!" Qiuqiu said. "My spiritual power was able to advance precisely because my training in the Mecha Department has been maxed out.
"Lately, I feel like I can even break through the shackles of my genes and pilot Heavy Armor."
Even if she could only hold on for a few dozen seconds before collapsing, Qiuqiu confidently believed that S was not her limit. As long as she had enough spiritual power, she could pilot Heavy Armor.
"Very impressive," Mrs. Ai’er said, giving her a thumbs-up.
Qiuqiu lifted her head, smiling so brightly that her eyes curved into little crescents. Because her movements were so exaggerated, Mo Si, seeing that she had finished her exam, walked into the courtyard.
"Qiuqiu."
"Mo Si!" She instantly dashed over and linked her arm through his.
Watching the two of them stand together—a handsome young man and a beautiful young woman—Mrs. Ai’er let out an amused chuckle, revealing a fond, motherly smile. "You two haven’t seen each other for just a little while, and you’re already acting so clingy."
Mo Si would never respond to this kind of teasing, but Qiuqiu did. "We’re clingy because we have a good relationship!
"Grandma Ai’er, let’s have lunch together today! We’ll bring our food over and eat together!"
"That’s too much trouble—"
"Oh, it’s no trouble at all! It’s already cooked—Mo Si made it. We have a thermostatic container, so we can just bring it right over!"
She pulled Mo Si along, jogging toward their courtyard house.
Watching how the two interacted, Mrs. Ai’er felt her heart warm. The usually tight-lipped young man had finally found someone who could get him to open up. They were quite a match.
Lunch at Mrs. Ai’er’s was a lively affair. It had to be said—because Mo Si was cooking more frequently, his culinary skills were getting better and better. By the time the robot butler came to clear the table, it was already two-thirty in the afternoon.
Upon returning to their courtyard house, Mo Si had originally wanted to chat with Qiuqiu. Alternatively, they could have built a snowman or perhaps gone out to buy clothes and watch a movie. Unexpectedly, as soon as they got back, a message arrived from the company.
Meimei, Wanxing, Little President Qian, and Mei Lin were all in a group chat, discussing the new gala hosted by the Federation Live Broadcast Company. Recently, the Federation Live Broadcast Company had seen a massive spike in public attention. The ultimate reason was that the format of their new gala was simply too novel.
Lately, Qiuqiu had been so busy with her studies and live broadcasts that she hadn’t had any time to catch up on gossip. Hearing about it today, she felt exceptionally conflicted.
Qian Xingxing sent a message in the chat, "It’s actually a joint selection this time. They’ve abolished the regional divisions and opened up the voting. Almost anyone can cast a vote."
Wanxing replied, "Yeah, it’s going to feature live broadcasts and various talent showcases. They’ve even invited some celebrities to be judges."
Meimei added, "Allowing the general public to participate in the live broadcast and voting is essentially letting the masses decide the life and death of the contestants."
Pushing nobodies onto the high stage, using the votes in their hands to strike down highly popular streamers—life and death on the stage were entirely determined by the spectators. This feeling of holding the power of life and death was intoxicating to countless people.
As Qiuqiu read through their discussion, she found it increasingly strange. She wondered if this was really a novel format, because it sounded exactly like a twenty-first-century talent survival show. Did trends really just move in circles? After spinning for three thousand years, pop culture had returned right back to its starting point.