The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead-Chapter 162 - Popularization of Law

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 Popularization of Law

Little Sweet’s live broadcast room.

As Little Sweet looked at the mess in the pot—skins and fillings separate—she finally lost her sweet composure.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know why this happened,” Little Sweet said, choking back tears, trying to be strong as she sniffled twice, with unrestrained tears still in her eyes.

She struggled to hold back her tears and looked at the camera, “I’ll make dumplings for everyone to eat. I’m feeling a bit upset today, and my hand is injured…”

She left her words hanging, a classic damsel in distress.

[Little Sweet, don’t cry, don’t cry.]

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[Right, you must be injured; otherwise, it wouldn’t happen like this.]

[I’m waiting to eat the dumplings you make.]

[Yes! Little Sweet’s dumplings taste the best.]

[How did you hurt your hand? You were online in yesterday’s game the whole time; we even played together.]

One of the fan leaders, who often spoke out and was also a moderator, couldn’t believe the sweet and kind girl she admired could willingly lie.

But the game yesterday required precise control with both hands and was much more difficult than making dumplings.

The question asked by this seasoned fan, who was also one of the moderators, made many fans doubtful.

Little Sweet naturally saw this too and felt a bit panicked, but she still managed to show an embarrassed smile.

“I’m really sorry, I only played for a little while yesterday, then I gave my account to someone else. My hand was injured in the evening.”

[Oh… I believe in Tiantian.]

[Tiantian is the most understanding.]

[Our Tiantian is beautiful on the outside and kind-hearted.]

[Isn’t this almost like a cult? Why do I feel like Tiantian is lying?]

[You don’t need to tell me to get lost; I had my fill elsewhere before I came here to check things out.]

[You want to know if your host is real or fake? Just use that medical scanner during the live broadcast to find out.]

[Goodbye.]

After dropping the bomb and leaving, Yu Zeming promptly shed his alternate account, switching to his main one and heading to Fu Yunhe’s live broadcast.

“Luckily, I haven’t forgotten how to tear someone apart, hehe. Got the screenshots and recordings; I’ll trade them with Xiao He for a couple of soup dumplings.”

Yu Zeming went off to enjoy himself, but the stillness in Little Sweet’s broadcast room was deafening.

Because Little Sweet broke down crying.

“I… I…” Little Sweet couldn’t speak through her tears, sobbing pitifully like a drenched pear blossom.

Casual fans who had been watching for several years were accustomed to sticking around, but what was going on now?

You’re a cooking streamer, so why are you putting on a theater performance instead?

[Sigh, I’m leaving.]

[Me too, I just wanted to eat something. This is too hard.]

[I completely don’t understand. What’s there to cry about in this situation?]

[You’d rather cry than show us the injury, huh.]

The broadcast room was left with a pitiful three million viewers.

Among these three million were a lot of viewers bought by Little Sweet herself, the Water Army, who typically juggle multiple accounts at once, leaving one to automatically refresh while they themselves had gone to Fu Yunhe’s live broadcast.

Little Sweet finally realized that the tide had turned against her, but she couldn’t comprehend how things had gone wrong just by saying a few words.

She made an excuse about network delays and shut down the live broadcast.

Her loyal fans felt their disappointment deepen.

In the interstellar Empire, even if lag did occur, it was a matter of seconds, and technical issues were genuinely rare.

The remaining fans suddenly became like rootless duckweed, children without a mother.

Many, out of curiosity to know why, entered Fu Yunhe’s live broadcast room.

At that moment, Fu Yunhe remained a pair of unchanged hands, his voice pure and free of dust.

It felt like all irritation was washed away. The purpose of coming to this live stream was simple: gourmet food.

“We still have pies left, and we’ll be able to eat them soon.”

[No! You still have all kinds of buns!]

[That’s right! I’ve been taking notes, there is custard bun, meat bun, sugar bun, scalded-flour buns, and leavened buns that haven’t been introduced yet.]

“Buns are patented by someone, so I can’t sell them.”

Fu Yunhe’s statement was straightforward, presenting it merely as a fact.

[No— I haven’t managed to grab anything yet!]

[If there’s only one thing left, then I’m definitely going to lose out again.]

[Host, I’m a student of the law department at the Interstellar University, and I can enlighten you about the laws of the Empire.]

[According to the Empire’s law, products that have applied for patents can be used by others but may not be directly profited from. The key word here is profit, as offering virtual tastings doesn’t generate any direct profits. So, it doesn’t constitute a legal infringement.]

[Moreover, according to the law, only the original inventor has the right to apply for a patent. That means, for all the products you make, only you can apply for patents. Applications from others don’t count.]

[The person above is correct.]

Updat𝓮d from freewēbnoveℓ.com.

[Agree, plus one.]

[Plus ten million and one.]

Agreeing posts quickly stacked up to form a skyscraper, and there were even greater personages.

[I am a professor from the law department of the Interstellar University. You can search my name; I’m called Zhang San.]

[In fact, the accusation of piracy levelled against the host this time is not valid. First, the dumplings in the live stream were not sold, and secondly, according to patent law, only if a product is ninety-nine percent similar can it be deemed as plagiarism.]

[Dumplings and buns are very different and don’t constitute any form of plagiarism, so the opposition’s theory is invalid, and their appeal will surely fail.]

[Wow! A big shot appears above!]

[Is this the Zhang San known for ensuring the failure of the opposing parties when he steps in?]

[I can’t believe I’m watching the same live stream as the big shot.]

Outside the live stream camera that the audience couldn’t see, Fu Yunhe was strategically navigating his moves with confidence.

On the other side, Nian Shutong looked satisfied, like a fish on the hook.

These two people were sure that someone wouldn’t be able to resist. With more than five hundred million viewers, there must be a few studying law, right?

Sometimes, what others say can be a bit more credible than what you say yourself.

“So that’s how it is, thank you everyone for the tutorial.”

“After the pies, I will open up these foods for virtual tasting, and all but this leavened giant bun can be sold in my shop.”

“As for the giant bun, it will be available for free in the shop, so it’ll be down to everyone’s luck.”

[Wow! Host is impressive.]

[Magnanimous.]

[Beautiful.]

[Hurry and start. I’m about to drool dry.]

The atmosphere in the live stream was joyfully relaxed.

The die-hard fans of Little Sweet only had one feeling: this host’s voice was quite pleasant.

And he seemed a bit more normal when he spoke. Of course, the most important thing was… what exactly was that sizzling, often flipped pie?

“Virtual tasting starts now.”

The fiercely loyal, yet not completely defected fans subconsciously tried to grab a taste, with quite a few actually succeeding.

Those who succeeded in tasting were without exception left behind and bookmarked Fu Yunhe’s live stream.

Several others, stubborn as dead ducks, convinced themselves: I’m just here to scout the enemy’s situation!

As for the die-hard fans who didn’t manage to get a taste, their first feelings were regret and disappointment. Still, they consoled themselves firmly: It’s just flour-based food with fillings, how good can it be?

Just, would you mind not slurping while you complain?