Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 118 EXTRA 18

After returning from the xianxia world, they brought back quite a haul of souvenirs—so many that the system’s backpack had to be upgraded again just to fit them all.

A win–win situation, really.

The next destination was Gu Qing’s choice: a futuristic world, the kind with towering mechas straight out of a sci-fi movie.

This time, the system arranged for a local guide who was still a student. After hastily processing their visitor passes for the academy, he rushed off to class, telling them to wander the campus for now and that they’d talk business after class.

Qi Siyu and Gu Qing strolled leisurely through the campus of the Future World.

It was a military academy. Their guide was from the Mecha Combat Department, but the school also had Command, Reconnaissance, and Logistics departments.

According to what they’d heard, this was a world plagued by insectoid alien races, where military power was everything.

Instead of wandering aimlessly, Qi Siyu and Gu Qing grabbed a visitor’s brochure and made a beeline for the school’s memorial hall.

The entrance opened into a thirty-meter-high rotunda, lined with displays of every mecha ever built in this world’s history.

The shock of seeing these colossal steel beasts sent a thrill straight into one’s soul.

Qi Siyu craned her neck until it hurt.

They admired the mechas in chronological order. With technological advancements, the machines became more streamlined and compact—once towering forty meters tall, the newest models were just ten.

In earlier eras, some mechas gripped long spears, others bore cannons on their backs—always armed to the teeth. But in the modern age, many models had no visible weaponry at all—perhaps hidden within.

After the exhibition, the path led to a gift shop selling detailed scale models.

Qi Siyu’s fingers itched, but she had no money. She decided to wait and see if she could exchange some with the guide later.

The memorial hall had three floors. The second housed insectoid specimens—trophies collected by alumni during their service—each one tied closely to the school’s history.

When the tour ended, school had just let out. As they stepped outside, it was as if the campus had come alive.

The chime of the dismissal bell seemed to flip a switch, waking the academy from its quiet slumber into bustling life.

Reuniting with their guide, Hu Wutong, they followed the crowd into the cafeteria, where introductions were made over lunch.

“My name’s Hu Wutong—call me whatever you like.” Hu’s manner was brisk and straightforward. Between bites, she laid out her plan: “We’re about to hold a group wedding here. Interested? If so, you can join in.

The school sets up scenic or symbolic locations as backdrops, and the photos are taken right there.”

“Sounds good,” Qi Siyu agreed without asking how two non-students could join a school event. Since Hu brought it up, she could handle it. “But… can we take our set to space?”

Hu raised a brow. “We have a space station—it’s already one of the photo spots. I can even lend you my mecha for the shoot.”

“Perfect,” Qi Siyu grinned.

After lunch, they followed Hu to register for the group wedding. Aside from basic info like name and age, they had to write a short introduction.

Qi Siyu and Gu Qing exchanged helpless looks—what were they supposed to write?

They peeked at others’ entries, most of which read like résumés: what department they’d joined, achievements, then some words of mutual encouragement for the future.

They had none of that.

“Oh! I forgot to give you these—your résumés,” Hu smacked her forehead and handed them each a file.

The system had fabricated student identities so they could qualify for the event. “Sorry—end-of-term brain fog.”

“No problem.” Qi Siyu quickly skimmed through her new identity.

With that done, Hu led them to the wardrobe department.

In this world, even formal attire tended toward fitted, practical designs—after all, an insectoid attack could happen anytime, so one had to be ready for combat.

Thus, wedding attire was essentially an improved military uniform, mostly white and gold, distinguished mainly by custom embroidery.

Once the style was chosen, they discussed embroidery patterns with the seamstress, who would complete them in three hours.

Leaving them to work, Hu dashed off to her evening class, giving them her communicator: “Message me when you’re done, and I’ll come get you.”

The shop was busy with couples commissioning outfits. Qi Siyu and Gu Qing tried on their chosen cuts, then queued for embroidery.

They decided on lemon and red-wine chocolate as their themes: Qi Siyu’s uniform would bear a haughty cat holding a wine glass, wearing a crown of heart-shaped chocolates; Gu Qing’s would feature a silly dog gnawing on a pile of lemons, face scrunched from the sourness.

The seamstress sketched the designs perfectly from Qi Siyu’s description, adjusted the colors, and sent them out to wait while she worked.

Outside, the street was lined with shops.

Having exchanged currency with Hu, Qi Siyu flourished her newfound wealth. “Come on—President Qi’s treating you to a shopping spree!”

“Thank you, little President Qi,” Gu Qing chuckled.

“What’s with the ‘little’? I’m not smaller than you in any way,” Qi Siyu teased, scratching Gu Qing’s palm.

Gu Qing’s gaze drifted briefly, deliberately, to Qi Siyu’s chest.

“…Rude,” Qi Siyu muttered, instinctively folding her arms, cheeks flushing. “We’re in public!”

“I didn’t say a word,” Gu Qing replied innocently.

“Hmph!” Qi Siyu scratched her palm again and darted away.

Gu Qing strolled leisurely until Qi Siyu looped back to her side.

In this world, shops brimmed with futuristic tech, and Qi Siyu could spend half an hour in a single store.

Before they’d finished the second shop, a message came through—their outfits were ready.

Qi Siyu’s embroidery was placed at the lower right, Gu Qing’s at the lower left. The seamstress had also added auspicious cloud and flame motifs, enhancing the design.

The uniforms were stunning, perfectly tailored to flatter their figures.

Two days later, the school’s photo scenes were ready, and their shoot began.

Hu appeared with two enormous dark circles under her eyes, having crammed all her coursework so she could act as their photographer.

Qi Siyu fished out a handful of colorful beans. “A gift from the xianxia world—restores energy and clears the mind.”

Hu accepted one, and instantly her dark circles vanished, fatigue melting away. Her eyes widened. “Thanks. Got more? I’ll buy them.”

“Nope, that’s the last of it,” Qi Siyu said, privately hoarding the rest of the wedding candy for herself. “It’s harmless—probably. But you should get checked, since physiology varies between worlds.”

Confident in her health, Hu grinned. “Let’s get you two the best shots ever.”

From the library to the campus monument, the main gate, mecha training hall, administrative tower, and flower beds… nineteen photo spots in total, all staged with a youthful, romantic flair.

Qi Siyu’s favorite was the banner over the flower bed: “The brightest you and me, together beneath the brightest stars.”

Gu Qing preferred: “With the best of times in our hands, we need not fear the withering of age.”

Hu nearly crashed the camera. “Standard-issue gear is trash.”

“Haha, lucky for us your skills are good,” Qi Siyu said, though standing beside Gu Qing in every shot made her feel like a bashful bride—decidedly un-Alpha.

Determined to change that, Qi Siyu plotted her next move.

Her method: a surprise princess-carry, spinning Gu Qing around. But in the photo, her expression looked more like a smug cat who’d just stolen the cream.

“Try a wall-slam pose,” Hu suggested. “Like in all those domineering CEO romances.”

The actual former CEO choked.

Gu Qing agreed at once.

So beneath a giant mecha, Qi Siyu braced one arm against the “foot” to trap Gu Qing in place, striking an exaggeratedly over-the-top pose.

“Pfft.” Gu Qing laughed outright.

Qi Siyu crouched, covering her face. “You’re not allowed to laugh!”

Still, making Gu Qing laugh so openly was worth the embarrassment—she’d been nearly expressionless before.

Rubbing her face, Qi Siyu stood, tilted Gu Qing’s chin with a flourish, and intoned, “Woman, you’re playing with fire.”

Gu Qing obligingly widened her eyes in mock-fear.

Hu snapped away, from wide shot to close-up.

Nearby couples, intrigued, asked Qi Siyu to teach them the “roleplay pose” style.

Qi Siyu: …

Gu Qing chuckled again.

Soon more onlookers joined in, and a wave of wall-slam photos swept through the crowd.

When they finally escaped, Qi Siyu groaned. “I swear no one was around when we started.”

Hu showed her the shots. “You’d make a great villain—don’t even need makeup. That’s called ‘acting with your eyes.’”

“Thanks… I think,” Qi Siyu muttered, stuffing an ice cream in Hu’s mouth. She bought another two for herself and Gu Qing—different flavors.

After tasting hers, Qi Siyu eyed Gu Qing’s, decided it looked better, and promptly leaned in for a bite—just as Hu’s camera clicked again.

“Pfft—hahahahaha!” Hu laughed.

Qi Siyu: … What’s so funny?!

The next day was the wedding.

Early in the morning, they joined the other couples in the dressing room. The ceremony was held in the auditorium, with three hundred couples in total.

Backstage was tense at first, but soon filled with chatter.

Someone recognized Qi Siyu as the originator of the wall-slam trend and asked for a group photo.

The result: an entire wall lined with couples in wall-slam poses—short ones in front, tall in back.

At 1.7 meters, Qi Siyu somehow ended up in the “short” row, grumbling at being placed first.

“Say cheese!”

“Couple 282, please get ready!”

“Coming!” They’d barely finished the group photo before their number was called. They hurried out, stood on stage for two minutes, then rejoined the crowd—this time in the audience, alongside the couples’

friends and curious students.

When the final rites concluded, Qi Siyu turned to Gu Qing, and together with everyone else, they called out—

“Happy wedding! May you have a hundred years of happiness together!”