Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha of a Cold Movie Queen - Chapter 61.1

Qi Siyu’s head felt like a boiling kettle, bubbling over with syrupy sweetness.

Gu Qing was just too considerate. Truly, a best friend beyond compare.

Qi Siyu figured Gu Qing was probably worried that her nonsense about having “skin hunger” would worsen, so she took the initiative to help her “relieve” it.

As for anything beyond that… Qi Siyu didn’t dare think too much.

She especially didn’t dare ask Gu Qing what she was thinking—what if asking ruined this rare little “perk”?

The shock of what had happened left her reeling. After sneaking back to her room, Qi Siyu tossed and turned in bed, completely unable to sleep.

Might as well go out for a walk.

Just as she was about to change shoes, she noticed her pinky toe was carefully wrapped in gauze—wrapped so neatly, clearly done by someone with skill.

God, with someone like Gu Qing around, how could anyone not catch feelings?

Well, so what if she had? Her heart was wrapped up safe in her ribcage anyway—no one would ever know.

Oh, right. She’d better seal the windows to her soul too.

Qi Siyu slipped on her sunglasses and headed out.

The sky was barely lit, the morning air still tinged with a slight chill.

She pulled her jacket tighter and headed first toward the show’s designated meeting spot—the same place where Bai Ming’an and Jia Junjie were sleeping on floor mats.

The production team wasn’t completely heartless; they didn’t force guests to sleep outdoors. If the other guests agreed, people were allowed into their rooms.

But Jia Junjie had terrible relationships with everyone. And the rest of the guests were cold-blooded enough to refuse her entry without a second thought.

So Bai Ming’an had stayed outside too—not just because she promised Qi Siyu, but also for the attention. In this pitiful setup, she could milk sympathy from her fans until they dropped dead from heartache.

When Qi Siyu arrived, she saw Bai Ming’an curled up in a sleeping bag, while Jia Junjie was swaddled in layers of clothing on a mat beside her.

Didn’t look all that tragic, honestly. Could Bai Ming’an really pull this off?

Snap. Qi Siyu stepped on a twig.

The sound wasn’t loud, but Jia Junjie instantly shot up.

Her eyes were bloodshot, face drawn and weary, radiating exhaustion and wariness.

Yikes. Looks like someone got harassed all night.

They’d mentioned before—Bai Ming’an had a whole roster of flings locked up in Orange Island. She had a unique ability to keep perverts in check.

The local pervs in the fishing village had never seen a celebrity like her before. Not only did they help her forage by the sea that afternoon, but they also spent the whole night harassing Jia Junjie.

They didn’t lay a hand on her, but they kept her awake—staring, making crude remarks, belittling and humiliating her.

A few guests who’d wanted to approach Jia Junjie to talk about game strategies backed off the moment they saw the sleazy crowd hanging around.

Classic Bai Ming’an—cutthroat as ever.

Qi Siyu gave Jia Junjie a cheerful smile. “Up bright and early, huh?”

Jia Junjie’s expression twisted like thunderclouds. She gave Qi Siyu a long, heavy stare, then glanced over at Bai Ming’an’s sleeping bag in the distance. Without a word, she lay back down and closed her eyes again.

You bastards. One day, I’ll make you pay.

Having inspected the results of her trade, Qi Siyu leisurely strolled off to find the show’s host to ask about breakfast.

The knocking woke the host with a start—she nearly cracked her professional smile.

“If you’d just planned this properly last night, I wouldn’t have to come bother you now, would I?” Qi Siyu said with righteous indignation.

The host had no response. Maintaining her strained smile, she said, “Just a moment, I’ll grab the script.”

“Breakfast will be arranged randomly among the guests. They help each other order, and whether the ordering guest or the eater pays will be decided by a mini-game after the meal.”

“So if someone orders a bunch of expensive, disgusting food and wins the mini-game… the other person’s totally screwed.” Qi Siyu was genuinely impressed. “The planning department really never runs out of evil ideas.”

“Don’t worry,” the host assured her. “The food is guaranteed to taste good. Nothing weird or gross—just expensive at most. The strange stuff comes in the dinner round.”

“For this morning, you’ll be doing a group task. After that, it’s the same as last time—you’ll receive individual missions via the app.”

The group task was to set up a stall at the county market. Guests would buy inventory from the crew, set their own prices, and sell however they liked.

Profits or losses were their own responsibility.

The money they earned would be used to buy gifts for the fishing village residents.

This group task would happen every morning. On the third evening, there would be a bonfire party where villagers would choose their gifts.

The villagers wouldn’t know who bought which gifts—they’d just pick based on what they liked. Whichever guest’s gift was chosen would earn one vote.

These votes could be used in the next round to buy skill cards in the online phase.

Naturally, the show wouldn’t tell the guests any of this. They wanted them to speculate.

Uncertainty and fear were great motivators.

One of the main objectives of this group task was also to detonate the powder keg that was Jia Junjie—blow her up completely and ship her off to Orange Island.

Once she’d gotten the rundown, Qi Siyu left the host alone and wandered off again.

She picked up a few seashells along the beach and strolled until 7:30 a.m., then headed back.

Gu Qing was brushing her teeth, while the cameraman had already brought the task card and breakfast ordering tablet.

Qi Siyu took the tablet and card, sat down, and began browsing the menu.

The production team had thoughtfully listed all prices in “Leisure Coins.”

Each dish ranged from 1 to 200 coins. They could choose between three and five items.

Yikes. If someone went all-out and picked the five most expensive options, one meal could cost a thousand coins.

How many people could earn that in a day?

But if she got to order, Qi Siyu wouldn’t care about the price. After all, she had her little side deal with Zhong Zhonghai.

Gu Qing came out of the bathroom in her wheelchair. Qi Siyu jogged over to meet her, and the two returned to the table together.

“Look, Gu Qing, this is the task card. The breakfast menu’s on the tablet,” Qi Siyu said, laying everything out for her.

Gu Qing nodded, quickly scanning the card. “How should we choose?”

“Hehe, why don’t we ask our dear viewers?” Qi Siyu suggested, casting the livestream onto the TV screen again.

The morning viewership was lower than peak hours, but still close to a hundred thousand people.

Once they saw Qi Siyu interacting with them, comments flooded in.

Half suggested picking something affordable—around a hundred coins. Just in case they lost the mini-game and had to pay for it themselves.

The other half suggested choosing the three cheapest items. After all, the meal wasn’t for themselves—why waste their own coins?

“Looks like everyone’s being super cautious,” Qi Siyu said. “No one wants to splurge. Okay, Gu Qing, let’s do this: take a screenshot of the chat, and whoever’s suggestion is at the top—we follow it. Sound good?”

“Okay,” Gu Qing nodded, holding her phone up.

The bullet screen exploded—everyone hoping to get picked.

In the end, Gu Qing’s screenshot caught a message suggesting the cheapest options. So she picked a steamed bun, a dish of pickles, and a bottle of mineral water.

Total: 2 Leisure Coins.

“Hahaha, whoever ends up with this breakfast is going to be stunned. Let’s hope we get the luxury one instead—I’m not stingy!” Qi Siyu grinned.

“Mhm.” Gu Qing gave her a deep look.

While Gu Qing was in the bathroom again, Qi Siyu used the time to sneakily review what the other guests had ordered—and assigned the most luxurious set to herself.

She might not win the mini-game, but Leisure Coins? She had plenty.

Five minutes later, the host returned with a blind draw box. Gu Qing reached in and drew a number.

“Number Six. That’s the breakfast selected by Ms. Jia,” the host announced. “She chose crab roe buns, thousand-layer beef pastry, assorted salad, blueberry foie gras toast, and ham-bacon-vegetable congee.”

“That’s quite a spread. More than enough for the two of you.”

“Wahoo, not bad! A mix of meat, veggies, dry and soupy items—great balance,” Qi Siyu said.

The host’s mouth twitched. This was clearly just six of the priciest items thrown together. They’d better thank the system designers, or this kind of breakfast would’ve been impossible.

“You two can enjoy your breakfast in the dining room. The mini-game will begin there at 8:00 a.m. sharp,” the host smiled, oozing politeness—while the show’s real goal was to make everyone nervously eat their breakfast in suspense.