Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 26

Seven o’clock in the morning.

007 set off electronic firecrackers early: Good news, good news, great news!

Good news, my ass.

Yan He’s resentment was now greater than that of a vengeful ghost.

Forgive everything before sleep, then overthrow the world upon waking.

Yan He: If you dare say it’s a 10% discount for everyone, I’ll be furious. I mean it, I’ll be furious.

007 conjured a tiny handkerchief to wipe away tears: Host! The progress bar… it’s moving!

Great, it’s moving! How wonderful.

Yan He flopped around in bed: I can move too! I can even crow like a rooster.

Yan He: You know why?

Yan He: Because I didn’t fall asleep until 1 a.m.

Going to bed later than the System, waking up earlier than the scoring system—this life is unbearable.

007: Host, wake up! I’m saying Qi Xingwan’s favor progress bar for you is moving!

Yan He: I’m already awake! What more do you want? Should I break into a “Dancing Youth” routine right now?!

Yan He: So the progress bar is moving? Big deal. It’s already at negative infinity. Is she suddenly going to fast-forward it to positive infinity?

Current Favorability with Qi Xingwan: -9910

Oh, so her favorability used to be over ten thousand, huh?

The Original Host really suffered…

Bastard! You damned, despicable bastard!

007: Host, don’t be discouraged! The fact that her favorability is now calculable means you’ve already altered her certain death outcome. More importantly, headquarters will adjust the performance content based on changes in favorability. Tasks requiring verbatim reenactment of the original plot will be significantly reduced, and the difficulty will decrease!

Well, that’s like a blind man finally seeing the light after a lifetime of darkness. I actually stumbled upon some good news.

Yan He decided to briefly forgive this world for one second.

She peacefully closed her eyes, ready to drift back to sleep.

The next moment, the Human-Machine System barged in with its ridiculous task.

Plot Performance:

Yan He was deeply dissatisfied with the hotel mattress, waking up with a sore back and aching waist. She kicked Qi Xingwan, who was pretending to be asleep, and ordered, “Hurry up and make breakfast.”

Yan He: “……”

Xiao Qi, come out here. I promise I won’t kill you.

Task: Prepare a heartfelt breakfast for Qi Xingwan and receive a rating of 8 or higher.

Yan He: “???”

Seriously, does this even make sense?

One minute I’m scolding the Female Lead, and the next I’m eagerly running off to make her a love-filled breakfast? Do I have that little backbone?

Yan He scoffed inwardly, then cautiously poked the wise and mighty Female Lead with her toe.

No reaction.

She’s really out cold.

Yan He leaned close to her ear and commanded, “Hurry up and go cook!”

Plot progression complete.

Heh, the sleeping scorekeeper is so well-behaved.

Yan He cupped her hands into a megaphone and taunted, “Qi Xingwan~ you big lazy pig~ hurry up and go cook~”

Qi Xingwan opened her bleary eyes and stared at her, confused.

Yan He jumped in fright, then quickly chuckled, “Oh, you’re awake? I was just about to get up and make breakfast. What do you want to eat?”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

Qi Xingwan: “I heard you.”

Ordering me around to cook, all high and mighty.

And calling me a big lazy pig.

“Give me some face and forget what I just said,” Yan He pleaded, nuzzling the blanket like a puppy.

“Then you have to be obedient.”

“Fine.”

“No more conflicts with Director Han.”

“What counts as a conflict? Can I at least yell at her?” Yan He asked.

Yan He harbored no animosity toward Du Yihan, but that didn’t make her a pushover.

Now that she had assumed the Original Host’s identity, she could apologize and make amends to He Jiamu on the Original Host’s behalf—but only to him.

If Du Yihan continued to be aggressively hostile toward her, she wouldn’t endure it indefinitely.

Qi Xingwan chuckled softly. “No, you can’t.”

Yan He’s eyes widened. “You’re being biased!”

“Aren’t you biased toward your own friends, Miss Yan?” Qi Xingwan’s gaze turned icy. “What’s this? Tired of playing nice and ready to show your true colors?”

Yan He stared at her, an inexplicable frustration rising within her.

“Qi Xingwan, I told you I want to change for the better. I won’t go back on my word. You don’t need to keep testing me or guarding against me.”

Qi Xingwan paused, then swung her legs off the bed.

“The indoor fixed-point livestream runs from 8 AM to 10 PM. Outdoor activities are streamed live in full. The cameras will automatically shut off at the designated times, but before you go to bed, it’s best to cover the bedroom camera with a black cloth and remember to remove it in the morning.”

Yan He scratched her head. “I thought it was supposed to be a 24-hour livestream?”

Why are they cutting corners?

Qi Xingwan explained, “It used to be, but the artists couldn’t handle such intense exposure, and the audience needed breaks too. Besides, excessively long streams tend to dilute viewership, which isn’t beneficial for the production team either.”

The current 8 AM to 10 PM schedule was the optimal timeframe, refined through years of negotiation and compromise among all parties.

Yan He nodded in understanding. “Thank you. You’re a good person—”

“Planning to give me another gift?” Qi Xingwan smiled, her tone pointed. “Yan He, you still haven’t delivered on the Switch redemption gift from yesterday. Don’t make any more promises you can’t keep.”

As eight o’clock approached, the guests began to wake up one by one.

Yan He and her brilliant and formidable Female Lead were just about to eat.

“Good morning,” Yan He greeted Qi Xingwan. When it was Du Yihan’s turn, she added, “Or not, whatever.”

Do whatever you want.

Du Yihan had just returned from his morning run, drenched in sweat and looking rather pungent.

Yan He carried her bowl of egg noodles away from him and loudly called out to He Jiamu, “Teacher He, Director Han smells a bit. Doesn’t he ever shower?”

Du Yihan: “???”

He Jiamu nodded slowly, seemingly surprised that Yan He had initiated the conversation.

Though her demeanor was cold, she wasn’t entirely lacking in social graces. She immediately apologized to the others, “Sorry, he usually eats first and showers afterward at home.”

Yan He let out a sympathetic “Ah,” then added, “It’s fine, my nose is stuffed up anyway.”

Just as Du Yihan was about to sit down, Yan He sighed dramatically, “But the other sisters aren’t like me—they actually cover themselves properly at night. Their noses aren’t stuffed up. I envy them being able to eat their noodles while enjoying the stink brat’s body odor.”

Pfft!

Ke Wenxin gripped her chopsticks, repeatedly trying to pick up the noodles, but they kept slipping through her grasp. Li Jin emerged from the kitchen with his own bowl of noodles, a puzzled expression on his face as he asked her if she was cold.

Zhou Yunuo choked, noodles shooting out of her nostrils in a watery stream. She frantically searched for a tissue, looking utterly defeated. Mu Xu grabbed a few tissues and gently covered her face.

Qi Xingwan also lowered her head, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

He Jiamu frowned and withdrew the noodles he had served her. “Eat after you’ve showered.”

Du Yihan: “……”

Hahaha, just as expected from the representative of the islanders who own a deserted island!

I’m eating noodles too, but why can’t I smell the brat’s body odor?

Director Han: You’d better not close your eyes when you sleep tonight.

Who cooked these noodles? That fried egg looks awful…

No idea, but it wasn’t the brat. She’s been running outside the whole time.

Can we stop with these vulgar jokes? Can’t you see Director Han is furious?

That Miss Yan really lives up to her reputation for being uncivilized. eye roll emoji

Ke Wenxin took a bite and clicked her tongue. “Old Qi, what’s wrong with you? Your cooking skills have deteriorated so much, they’re almost worse than my Jin’s!”

Li Jin, lying down, still managed to retort softly, “My noodles taste better than this.”

Qi Xingwan suppressed a laugh.

Yan He: “…I cooked them.”