I Got Famous Making Cooking Livestreams In Space

k! He’s a long-legged 188cm god! There’s no one out there as hot as him!]

[I may be a guy, but I really gotta fanboy over the marshal, okay? His aura’s way too dominant.
I used to think I was a solid straight guy, but now I’m not that sure anymore… I’m gonna faint.]

[This place’s a whole sea of pictures I wanna lick.
Our marshal’s way too powerful.
Those deep, sharp eyes, that controlling, handsome face… How can anyone live up to him? I’m on my knees.
How can I marry him? Maybe in my dreams?]

The internet was everything marshal-related.
People were digging up all past photos of the marshal during his public appearances.
Every single one of them was of him in military uniform, back held straighter than a ruler.
He was like an unsheathed sword, yet he wasn’t flashy— he could draw attention just by standing to a side.

In the evening, after coming back from a walk with Lin Ning, Zhang Zhining turned the television on and tuned into the livestream.

“Are you watching the conference with the marshal?” Lin Ning walked in with a plate of freshly cut fruits, handing Zhang Zhining a little bamboo toothpick.

“Thanks.
Yeah, I’m watching the livestream.
I feel like your knowledge of current affairs is pretty low.
You don’t really know anything about the marshal, do you?” Zhang Zhining stuffed a slice of apple in his mouth.
It was crunchy and sweet.
“You know, none of my friends ever shut up about the marshal, hahaha——”

Lin Ning took a bite of strawberry.
“Hmm, I honestly don’t really know what’s going on, other than that the marshal’s amazing…” he mumbled.
“Besides, I’m surrounded by rumors right now, so I can’t be too active on social media.”

Zhang Zhining patted Lin Ning’s shoulder.
“My good brother, if you need any help, let me know.
I’m leeching off you now, so I definitely owe you one.” 

Lin Ning couldn’t help but snigger.
He propped himself up on a cushion.
“I’m getting the feeling that you’re no kid in a financial crisis.
Are you some rich family’s boy out here exploring the peasant life?”

He pointed at Zhang Zhining’s wristwatch.
“This.
It doesn’t look cheap.
Probably not a counterfeit.
But I’m just guessing, so don’t mind me.”

Zhang Zhining didn’t want to lie to him.
He knew it was just a joke, but he nodded seriously at Lin Ning.

The hand with a strawberry froze.
Lin Ning‘s heart skipped a beat, “You really are a rich family’s young master!”

Zhang Zhining explained, “The Second Planet’s Zhang family.
You must’ve heard of them.
They’re one of the top fifty most influential families in the galaxy.”

Lin Ning’s hand trembled, and the grape in his hand tumbled down to the floor (which was a waste).
He felt as if he’d been tasered.
Why was it that the people around him got to either be red carpet actors or wealthy masters, while he got to be universally hated????? Did he have some kind of personality problem he wasn’t aware of?

Lin Ning’s head was whirling.
[Hey, System, should I start sucking up to more people? I have two rich guys literally right next to me!!! My god, I’m going crazy.
Is the Zhang family that amazing?]

Wait, the Zhang family…

Lin Ning asked, curious, “Any relation to Zhang Yiming?”

Zhang Zhining shook his head.
“Zhang Yiming’s family is from the Main Planet; mine’s from the Second.
My family lives on the Main Planet now, but nothing’s changed.
We’re not blood-related, and we’ve never collaborated in businesses before.”

Lin Ning nodded thoughtfully.

As Zhang Zhining saw his face.
His mouth gaped open in surprise.
“Hold up.
You had no idea? Everyone and their dog knows about the top 50 most influential Interstellar families.
You… heh, are you really an Interstellar person?” Zhang Zhining looked as if he’d just discovered a new continent.

Lin Ning: “……” Sorry, I really am not.

“Quick, the livestream’s starting.
The marshal’s about to come out.
We can’t miss that.”

Lin Ning just wanted to change the topic.
He stuffed his mouth with a slice of watermelon.
And his timing was perfect.
The conference started.
The venue was orderly, and mass media representatives had laid out mics on the first row of conference tables like pistols and snipers aiming at an enemy.
One of the front-row tables had the plaque with the words “Marshal Li Chengyan” embossed on it.
That was the seat meant for the marshal, without a question.

???

Hang on.
Lin Ning rubbed his eyes, then read the plaque again.

Marshal Li- who now???

“Ah, here comes the marshal.” Zhang Zhining broke the silence, pointing excitedly at the screen.

The livestream cut to another camera.
A tall, handsome man in a military uniform came into the frame slowly, and like a myriad of stars surrounding a moon, a crowd of executives trailed behind him.

The man’s ebony dark hair was combed back.
His face was frigid and stern, unapproachable, but still oppressingly, overwhelmingly handsome.
His nose was tall and sharp, his eyes profoundly consuming, his thin lips pursed in a straight, tight line — he looked hostile.
Ever since he appeared on camera, his steady gaze never once wavered from the camera.
That pointed look shot through the screen, stabbing right at Lin Ning.

Lin Ning’s hand went limp, and the watermelon followed in the grape’s footsteps, tumbling onto the floor.

Li- Li Chengyan!!!

The marshal’s Li Chengyan? Xizai’s ex-owner is the marshal!!!

Ten thousand shots of sedatives wouldn’t be enough to calm down Lin Ning’s pounding heart.
He could barely register the fact that his heart was beating at the speed of light as if it were about to spew out his chest.
It was just yesterday night, yesterday night when he followed the marshal’s personal Interstellar account and disrespected the marshal’s cat…

Uwaa, was it too late to start sucking up to him now?