Chapter 52: Everyone is Talking About Livestream

Mo Si finally called over the teammate of the cat-gene soldier to inquire about the situation.

Their accounts were largely the same: it was a streamer with magic.

At the Fourth Army, Qiu Dao and Chang Bei also wanted to mention the streamer, but there wasn’t an appropriate time as Mo Si had already started observing the Fourth Army’s exercises.

History always repeats itself.

Once again, after leaving the battlefield, the mental and physical qualities of a group of people slightly improved.

Mo Si asked several individuals who showed significant improvement and astonishingly received the same answer.

“After watching a food livestream, my body seems to have gradually changed.”

“I just feel less fatigued.”

Then it was the Third Military District, the Second Military District—

As time slowly passed and evening approached, Mo Si and his group were about to head to the northernmost First Legion of the Federal Star. It was also Mo Si’s personal legion.

The spaceship was in transit.

With some time on hand, Qiu Dao immediately stood beside Mo Si.

“Is there something to report?”

“General, there’s something that I and Chang Bei want to tell you. Recently, our training results improved, right? Actually, without any extra training or changes in methods, it’s just that we watched—”

“Also a livestream?”

“Yes.” Honestly, if he hadn’t experienced it himself, Qiu Dao would have thought that everything Mo Si learned today was part of someone’s scheme.

Certainly, someone had influenced the soldiers to be inspected today to recommend the streamer endorsed by the General.

But he had experienced it himself, the irresistible allure of Jiujiu’s cuisine. It cleanses the soul and dispels worries.

When one person speaks, Mo Si doubts.

When a group speaks, Mo Si considers it might be true.

But when a group, plus his own adjutant, also affirms it, then it’s likely true.

So, does food make people feel relaxed and happy?

Amidst his contemplation, they arrived at the First Legion.

Here, currently under the control of Mo Si’s adjutant, also his cousin, Mo Xin. Mo Xin and Mo Si were almost polar opposites in personality.

One calm and composed, rational in dealing with matters.

One naturally comedic, daring to be humorous even in serious situations.

Today, the First Legion was somewhat quiet, with no boisterous slogans or training horns.

Logically, at this time, everyone should still be in training.

“Qiu Dao, go see where the soldiers here have gone.”

“Yes! General, I’ll go see immediately!”

At the same time, in the Federal First Legion Assembly Hall.

This was a place specifically for analyzing battles in the First Legion. When there were classic battle scenes or when they invited experts, they would open the holoscreens here and watch videos of mech battles, striving to become theoretical masters.

But today, there were no exciting battle scenes, nor any experts. Yet, the hall was still bustling with people.

In this vast hall, tens of thousands of soldiers sat, yet not one was making noise.

Everyone was seriously, attentively watching a food livestream.

Mo Xin was also watching, even indulging in some favoritism, using two accounts to watch.

“What’s the rush? Why are you coming over in such a hurry?”

“My cousin wouldn’t come over, and if he did, it would be tomorrow. I heard he’s inspecting the Fourth Military District today, so he wouldn’t have time to come and manage us.”

“There’s nothing wrong with watching a livestream, what’s there to be afraid of? Worried that my brother will scold me? Haha.” Mo Xin waved his hand nonchalantly, looking carefree.

The soldier who was talking to him stretched out his hand, his face horrified as he pointed behind Mo Xin, his tongue tied, “H-he, General!”

“What General?” Mo Xin turned around casually.

A tremendously familiar face suddenly enlarged on the holographic screen, and his heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, he jumped back a few meters, stuttering, “Br-brother!”

“This is the Legion, Vice General Mo, and you’re in the Assembly Hall. What are you doing?”

Before Mo Xin could speak, the holographic screen showed Jiang Qiuqiu smiling softly.

A girl’s gentle laughter in such a situation made Mo Xin lose his composure.