Transported to a garbage-filled planet in the interstellar era, Ji You was so poor she was nearly digging the soil to eat, but... the soil was toxic and inedible... With no other choice, she had to lower her standards and pick up trash and sell scrap, such as these beautiful grass seeds that no one wanted. She gathered them and threaded them into beads to sell online.
But once she posted them online, someone left a negative review: 'Selling grass seeds? Are you crazy for money?'
Days later, this person was pounding the wall in regret: 'I beg you, sell me a grass seed bead, just one! Just one is enough.'
Ji You coldly responded: 'Not selling!'
And then there's the sparkling stones lying all over the streets that nobody wanted. She picked them up, polished them into bracelets, and sold them online.
People lashed out with their words: 'Selling such broken rocks - have you never seen money?'
Days later, those same people were crying and wailing: 'I was blind, I was so shortsighted, to overlook such beautiful and pretty stones. I beg you, sell me one.'
Ji You spread her hands: 'Gone.'

At the moment when this agile Wind Wing, shattered into pieces, thunderously hit the ground, instantly, the system's announcement echoed in the ears of every spectator:


Someone asked: "How many seconds was it?"


Someone asked again: "How many seconds did it take to end?"


The fans' gaping mouths gradually closed, and then, under the lead of a head fan, these fans who got stuck in the middle of their tasks had no reason to continue their work and began leaving their seats in droves; in less than a few seconds, more than 90% of the audience had left.


Then, someone else asked: "How many seconds was it? Why is no one answering?"


"15 seconds, duh, there's a timer for the match, can't you watch it?" Immediately, someone shot a glare at the person who spoke, suggesting the questioner was either truly dumb or looking to cause trouble.


Chapter 330 - Chapter 330: Poor or Stingy?