Chapter 1026: 1025. Is Sheyu a girl?!

Turns out most people are here for the small giveaways, but with so many viewers and just six prizes, the odds are slimmer than winning the lottery.

Tang Shu deeply felt she had instantly transformed into a scam artist.

“Today, we’ll delve into the growth habits and processing methods of Moon-facing Grass, along with its medicinal properties…”

As usual, the livestream setup was simple—a humble little herb sat before Tang Shu that looked unremarkable. If someone stumbled upon it in the wild, no one would give it a second glance. Yet, it was worth a fortune.

The number of viewers in the livestream room gradually increased over time. An hour later, when Tang Shu finished processing a Moon-facing Grass, the viewer count had skyrocketed to 15 million.

Oh snap~ She vividly remembered the last time the platform nearly crashed from this same number. This time, within just one hour, would the servers collapse again?

In fact, they were really about to crash. Even after upgrading the equipment, the staff noticed the numbers kept climbing, and one lapse in attention could overload the servers instantly.

“I said… Add backup plans, didn’t I?”

“Nothing much happened in the first three days, so I thought last year’s fiasco wouldn’t repeat itself. Who knew the fourth day would push everything to the brink?”

“Oh my god, is he trying to break his own record?”

“See? Us being on edge for three straight days wasn’t unfounded. We could feel trouble brewing!”

Staff rushed around, frantically fine-tuning equipment to ensure the livestream room could operate as smoothly as possible, while Tang Shu’s livestream room remained as lively as ever.

In her small workspace, Tang Shu sat at her desk, hard at work. Out of nowhere, a cup of freshly brewed tea appeared in front of her.

“Drink some water to soothe your throat, it’s freshly made.”

“Tiantian left already?”

“Yeah, she said you haven’t eaten properly in three days. Tonight, you only had a bowl of soup?”

This time, Yang Tiantian directly summoned Jing Yu. Before leaving, the assistant couldn’t rest easy and headed straight to the neighboring Jing Family, where Jing Yu—Tang Shu’s boyfriend—learned his girlfriend had been revising design plans during the day and livestreaming at night. She hadn’t skipped a single task, transforming herself into a spinning top.

Oh, wait… She had indeed skipped one thing: eating.

Tang Shu looked up and found Jing Yu’s gaze sharper than usual, cold and intimidating, almost scary.

She’d seen this look before—whenever Jing Yu faced competitors in the business world, his gaze carried the same detachment.

Seriously? All this over missing a few meals? Aren’t you being a bit nosy… Although she thought so, she could only complain silently. Outwardly, she flinched for a fraction of a second.

After all, this was the second time she’d been caught red-handed.

“I’m not that hungry.”

“Liar.”

Jing Yu didn’t mince words, his tone firm. “This is a bad habit. You’ll set an example for your audience—most of them are around your age.”

“…”

“Aunt Lin told me last time—you used to refuse proper meals as a child. You’d run around the yard before finishing even a single bowl of egg custard.”

“!!!”

Holy crap, you’re bringing out embarrassing childhood anecdotes now?

Tang Shu was dumbfounded by this petty man. Seriously, missing dinner once doesn’t warrant dragging me through the mud before 15 million viewers, does it?

Are you here for revenge? Did a rival influencer pay you to steal my followers or what?

Jing Yu gestured at the nearby monitor. “Look for yourself.”

Tang Shu turned to see her screen filled with comments like, “Uncle She’s really pushing it—he can’t even bother with dinner?”

But that wasn’t all. More viewers seemed utterly dumbfounded by their conversation.

“Wait a second… Why does this dialogue feel a bit off?”

“It feels strange to me too. Where exactly is the disconnect?”

“The conversation doesn’t seem wrong by itself, but the tone is suspiciously wrong.”

“Why am I sensing an overwhelming stink of romance here? A smelly, lovey-dovey kind of stink!”

“Speaking of which, my boyfriend gets this exact tone when he’s angry…”

“What the heck, front commenter? What kind of cursed theory is this? This is clearly more like a grandfather-grandson vibe—or maybe father-son… Wait, did he just say ‘around the same age’???”

Suddenly, the screen exploded with a barrage of “???” and “!!!”.

Tang Shu could only mutter an “Oh wow,” burying her head slightly and throwing Jing Yu an exaggerated eye-roll.

This cue earned her a chuckle—a deep, pleasant sound—while Jing Yu’s handsome face lost all traces of its earlier iciness.

Meanwhile, the viewers weren’t letting up. Theories about “Uncle She’s actual age” ranged wildly—some guessed he was a grad student around 25 or 26, but most leaned toward the idea of a 30-to-40-year-old medical professional.

With this level of knowledge about medicine, how could he possibly be an undergrad? Even a grad student would be a stretch!

While most debated age, a smaller faction had latched onto yet another shocking detail.

“You guys are missing the bigger issue! If that was indeed romantic tension just now, then… what exactly is Uncle She’s gender? The man in the livestream is clearly male!”

The comments instantly turned into synchronized chaos with more “???” and “!!!”.

Tang Shu shot Jing Yu another glare, which only made him laugh more freely.

The viewers completely lost it. Who even cares about pills at this point? Wasn’t the real question whether Uncle She was male or female, and how old they were?

“Uncle She, what’s your relationship with the handsome guy just now? Spill the tea—don’t make us wait!”

Jing Yu, unapologetic as ever, leaned toward the microphone. “Hello everyone, I’m your dear Teacher She’s… boyfriend.”

Tang Shu froze, her forehead metaphorically covered in dark squiggles, as the comment section spiraled into utter pandemonium once again!

“Oh my god, Uncle She’s actually female? I’m shook!”

“Doomsday is upon us! Uncle She is a woman? WHAT even?!”

“How am I supposed to call her ‘Uncle’? I literally can’t anymore…”

“Such a badass woman is rare—Uncle She must be a super serious science lady!”

Tang Shu hastily sent her overly attention-grabbing boyfriend packing, then refocused on work mode.

“Alright, snap out of it, everyone. Next, I’ll teach you how to make pills. Steps will only be explained once, so pay close attention.”

Yet, as Tang Shu spoke in her robotic-modulated, neutral tone, the audience remained unresponsive for the most part, still grappling with the revelation.

Uncle She—or rather, Tang Shu—was female, and her age couldn’t possibly be more than 40! No kidding—she had a boyfriend whose voice was low and magnetic; clearly, her age wasn’t an issue. What’s there to question?

Over the next hour, despite Tang Shu’s pill-making skills and explanations being masterful, most of the audience was completely zoned out. The single thought bouncing around in their collective mind drowned out everything else.

Even as she bottled more than 30 pills one by one, the comment section seemed unusually sluggish. If it weren’t for the display showing 16 million active viewers, Tang Shu might’ve thought everyone had left!