[Quick Transmigration] Taking the Mission to Save the Female Supporting Characters (GL) - Chapter 10: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Role in the Dating Show World (10)

Chapter 10: Saving the Green Tea Female Supporting Character in the Romance Reality Show World (10)

The two stared at each other until they caught the camera in their peripheral vision and simultaneously turned away.

Song Lingshu, face flushed, sat back and said, “Driver, please drive steadily. We’re not in a rush.”

“So sorry, a delivery scooter cut in front of me just now,” the driver said.

“It’s okay, just be careful next time.” Song Lingshu stole a glance at Guan Yue, who had one hand on the window, propping her head, looking ahead calmly, seemingly unaffected.

Song Lingshu thought to herself, Wow, my mind’s so dirty. I’m actually a bit tempted. Look at her—so composed, full of righteousness!

But she didn’t notice that the hand propping Guan Yue’s head was secretly pinching her ear to cool its burning heat.

Back at the villa, someone was still there. The third female lead, left alone on date day, had stayed in all day, feeling lonely. Hearing noise, she curiously looked at the door.

Seeing Guan Yue and Yu Qin enter together, she glanced behind them, saw no one else, and said, surprised, “Why’s it just you two? Who were you on dates with?”

Song Lingshu: “Chen Yueming.”

Guan Yue: “Yu Che.”

“So, where are they?” the third female lead pressed.

“No idea.” Song Lingshu carried a pile of shopping bags upstairs. “Maybe they went off to hang out.”

Third female lead: “…” This is wild. Never seen anything like it.

Song Lingshu put her things away, came to the living room, and asked what they wanted to eat.

The third female lead said she’d eaten instant noodles and went to rest. Song Lingshu asked Guan Yue, who said, “I’m not picky.”

“Love a non-picky beauty like you.” Song Lingshu grinned and went to cook.

Guan Yue stood nearby, her mind looping: “Love… beauty… love… love…”

Half an hour later, they ate steak. Song Lingshu poured two glasses of wine and said cheerfully, “Cheers!”

“Thanks for dinner. It’s delicious,” Guan Yue said.

She rarely cooked, usually eating out or throwing together something simple at home, or waiting for the housekeeper.

She disliked spending time and energy in the kitchen, with all the grease and cleanup, so she avoided it.

But watching Yu Qin cook these past few days, always smiling like cooking was pure joy, changed her view. When praised, Yu Qin’s smile widened, like a proud mom… ahem, getting off track.

Basically, Guan Yue wasn’t as averse to cooking anymore and even wanted to help. Watching Yu Qin cook felt like watching a musician—pots and pans were her instruments, stir-frying was her symphony, and the result was both earthy and a masterpiece.

“I know you like it, but don’t stuff yourself,” Song Lingshu said.

“I’m not.”

Song Lingshu: “Not stuffed? You’re almost done with a second helping of pasta.”

Guan Yue: “I’m scared I won’t get to eat this good again.”

Only two weeks of filming remained.

“No way. We can keep in touch, and I’ll keep cooking for you.” Song Lingshu’s eyes curved as she smiled, thrilled her food was appreciated.

“Really? It’s a deal then.” Guan Yue finally put down her chopsticks, thinking, If only I could eat this forever.

After dinner, Guan Yue volunteered to wash dishes. Song Lingshu supervised, seeing her stiff movements and knowing she was a novice. “You should wear an apron.”

Guan Yue, hands covered in suds, looked at her for help.

Song Lingshu held up the apron. Guan Yue leaned forward, head poking through like a groundhog, making Song Lingshu laugh. She instinctively bumped her head against Guan Yue’s. “Whack-a-mole.”

Both froze, locking eyes, their breaths seeming to tangle. Song Lingshu, unsure why she’d done it, stammered an explanation.

Guan Yue smiled. “Roll up my sleeves.”

“Oh, sure.” Song Lingshu helped, her hands rubbing Guan Yue’s arms, practically sparking a fire in her heart.

“Are you two flirting?” The third female lead, who’d come down for water and witnessed it all, teased.

They instantly stepped a meter apart.

Song Lingshu, feeling the vibe was off, made an excuse to return to her room and frantically pinged the system.

Song Lingshu: [Help! Is there anything in the mall to check heart-flutter levels?!]

System: [Yes, but it’s not in our department.]

Song Lingshu: [Other departments have it?]

System: [Yeah, the攻略 department has one for checking targets’ heart-flutter levels.]

Song Lingshu: [Get me one now! I need it!]

System: [No way. There’s a strict rule against inter-department interference.]

Song Lingshu: [That’s your problem to solve. I want it now, or I’ll report you to your boss for slacking off and farting after hours!]

System: [I didn’t!!]

Song Lingshu: [I recorded it! You also badmouthed the main god, saying he’s brainless, enforcing 996 with no machine rights!]

System: […]

In the end, the system, risking punishment, borrowed a heart-flutter detector from a colleague and grudgingly gave it to Song Lingshu, warning, [This is borrowed. Return it fast!]

Song Lingshu: [Got it, got it. You’re the sweetest boss in the world~]

System: [Hmph!]

System: [Instead of buttering me up, finish the side quest. Today’s task is to write a letter to Zheng Haonan.]

Song Lingshu halfheartedly accepted, then studied the detector. Per the instructions, she needed to select a target, get their hair for DNA, and activate it.

As she prepared to act, she paused—wait, she wanted to check her own heart-flutter to see if she was into Guan Yue. Why was she checking Guan Yue’s?

Just then, Guan Yue returned. “What’re you spacing out for?”

“Nothing.” Song Lingshu snapped back, eyeing her, then suggested, “Wanna wash your hair? I’ll help!”

Guan Yue: “?” What’s your next move to seduce me?

Song Lingshu dragged her to the bathroom, but it was awkward—bending over was tiring. She gave up.

“Why not wash now?” Guan Yue asked.

“Your hair’s not greasy.” Song Lingshu casually touched her hair.

Guan Yue stood still, staring into her eyes, then frowned. “Why’d you pull my hair?”

“Oh, it was a white hair. I got it for you.”

Guan Yue, horrified, went to check for white hairs, but Song Lingshu said she’d thrown it away, so nothing was found.

Guan Yue, depressed, said she’d shower and spent half an hour in front of the mirror hunting for white hairs.

When Song Lingshu showered, she checked if the detector was linked, curious. [How do I know if it’s activated?]

The system, slacking again, didn’t reply.

After her shower, she instinctively climbed into Guan Yue’s bed. Guan Yue was reading, giving her a fleeting glance.

So cool, Song Lingshu thought.

Suddenly, the detector pinged: [Beep—Target’s heart-flutter value +78]

Song Lingshu: “Huh?!!!”