Chapter 900 - 919: I Beg You, Grab One for Me!

What’s the saying? Monkey see, monkey do.

In today’s conference room, it was "monkey eat, monkey do."

Unlike other foods, the milk mochi had a scent, but it was too gentle and mild. It didn’t look like the kind of thing these burly men would enjoy. So at first, barely anyone fought for a serving. Out of the forty thousand people, maybe only a hundred or two snagged some because they were closeted Ju people.

Once they got it, they dug right in! Since everyone’s terminals were connected to the main screen, the terminal data was shared, allowing them to see each other eating the virtual food.

For instance, a soldier sitting next to a Ju person watched his neighbor eat this gooey stuff. The neighbor’s face lit up brilliantly, his eyes sparkling as if he had just seen his long-lost girlfriend.

He grew curious.

"Hey, is it really that good?"

"Yeah," the man answered without hesitation. "It’s so sweet."

"...Sweet?"

"Sweet like sweet-flavored Nutrient Liquid?"

"No, no, no!" The soldier eating the mochi looked utterly shocked. "How can you even compare the two!

"One makes you die of happiness when you eat it, and the other I genuinely don’t want to touch unless I’m starving to death. Are they the same?" After saying that, he polished off the mochi in his small bowl in two or three bites.

Sigh.

How could anyone get enough of this with such a tiny bowl? Unfortunately, each person could only grab one—

Wait.

"I remember you just said you don’t like sweet things, right? How about you grab a serving for me? You won’t eat it, but I will. Come on, be a good bro and do me a favor, please?

"It just takes a flick of your fingers!"

He looked at his comrade with hopeful eyes.

"Is it really that delicious?"

"No, it’s terrible!"

"..." His comrade was in disbelief. "You just said it was good."

"Just help me grab one, please."

"Fine," his comrade said. "Beg me."

The Ju person was stunned!

"Damn, seriously? You have zero camaraderie! It’s such a simple favor and you want me to beg!" He glared with wide eyes.

"Are you going to beg or not?"

"Fine, I’m begging you. Just click it for me."

Seeing his reaction, his comrade understood perfectly. He actually grabbed a serving and placed it in front of the Ju person.

The Ju person had thought his friend might back out, so he happily scooped up a spoonful. But then, his comrade picked up a spoon of his own. Just as the Ju person closed his eyes to savor the delicacy, his comrade reached out his hands and opened his mouth.

It was the enchanting Pandora’s box—

When the Ju person opened his eyes and went for another scoop, the bowl was empty. He looked absolutely bewildered. In just that brief moment, his comrade had already turned his face away and was looking at someone else.

Unfortunately, that other person had overheard their conversation. Instead of agreeing to a "beg me and I’ll give it to you" trade, he grabbed a serving for himself to satisfy his own curiosity.

Without understanding, one could still resist. Once understood, it spread like wildfire.

Thus, the people eating the milk mochi formed an expanding circle, spreading from every corner. The speed of wave after wave perfectly matched the speed at which Qiuqiu served batch after batch.

Twenty minutes later, a soldier who was still chatting and insisting that the streamer had definitely pulled strings turned his head. WHOA! Everyone around him—in front, left, right, above, and below—was eating some kind of round thing.

He stared in utter confusion.

Before he could even react, a good friend to his right suddenly asked, "Fatty, you don’t like this kind of stuff, right? How about you grab one and give it to me?

"I’ll spar with you for spiritual power training tonight, and I’ll even let you beat me up."

Fatty didn’t even have time to wonder why his friend was willing to concede so much, but the offer was simply too good to pass up. He agreed.

Then he watched as that weird cylinder thing appeared, only to be devoured by his friend in just two bites.