Wish to Get Rich But Wear a Scumbag A - Chapter 31

The mysteries surrounding Yan He continued to deepen, forcing Qi Xingwan to confront a crucial question: Which version of Yan He was the real one? Why had she undergone such a dramatic transformation?

Or, perhaps, what other unexpected changes might still emerge?

“Because it’s Friday! Send me 50 yuan so I can treat myself to some spicy hot pot.”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

“Okay, fine. Actually, it’s because some of the elementary school students in town come from nearby villages. They have to catch the school bus home on Fridays, and they don’t have time to eat in the cafeteria before leaving.”

Qi Xingwan: “How do you know all this?”

“Because I’m super smart, duh.”

Qi Xingwan: “……”

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No wonder someone who could come up with an ID like “The God of Wealth’s Beloved: ‘Get Lost'”—about a cockroach riding a dung beetle across the road and getting hit by an unlicensed dung beetle driver five miles away—has such a thick skin…

I just checked, and every mission group gets meals provided.

Director Han’s group is helping an elderly woman living alone clean her house. That sounds like a lot of work.

Xinxin’s task is quite demanding too. It’s hilarious seeing God Jin so flustered playing a game for the first time! Hahahaha!

The person who came up with this task is a true genius. Making a singer blow up balloons? Anyone else would be exhausted to death.

God Jin: Already exhausted to death. Don’t @ me.

Everyone’s really good at picking tasks, all going for what they’re good at.

Exactly! That’s how they promote Sister Zhou outside, hahahaha!

What’s the difference between throwing Zhou Yunuo into a dried goods store and a mouse into a granary?

The manager must be in despair.

I bet Sister Zhou wants to teach the dried goods store owner how to stir-fry…

She mentioned in an old interview that an elder in her family is a non-heritage inheritor of stir-frying techniques. When she was young, she didn’t like studying and didn’t want to stay home stir-frying, so she became an actress instead.

…Such a simple reason. Typical Sister Zhou—she really says what’s on her mind.

Whoa, a class with so few students?!

Everyone’s moved to the county seat. These days, who would let their kids study in a small town?

“Hello, students. Your Food Protector Chief is on leave. Teacher Qi and I will be serving lunch today,” Yan He announced as she entered the classroom, her passive skill activating instantly as she adopted a stern expression to maintain order. “Don’t rush. First, line up at Teacher Qi’s station to get your trays, chopsticks, and spoons. Then come to me for the main dishes. Be careful with the hot soup and no roughhousing.”

“Teacher, are you filming a TV show?”

The children, a little intimidated by Yan He’s stern demeanor, swarmed around Qi Xingwan, peppering her with questions.

“We’re recording a variety show,” Qi Xingwan replied. “Let me know if there isn’t enough food.”

“I know! I know! You’re filming a romance show, the kind with kissing!”

“Kiss!”

“Teacher, I want to see you kiss!”

One child started the chant, and the others immediately joined in, their group spirit strong.

“Teacher, are you an Alpha or an Omega?”

A group of taller boys huddled together, whispering.

“Judging by her figure, she’s probably an Omega.”

“Not necessarily. Lots of celebrities lie about their secondary gender.”

“We could just look at their glands. My dad says Omega glands are bigger.”

“Looking at glands? Isn’t that a bit… inappropriate?”

“We’ll differentiate eventually too. What’s the harm in taking a peek? Teacher, you’re not being stingy, are you?”

“Teacher, what does your pheromone smell like? My grandma’s is peach-scented!”

“Let us have a sniff!”

“My grandpa’s is peach-scented too! But it’s like overripe peaches—it stinks during his heat cycles!”

“Teacher, when’s your heat cycle?”

Qi Xingwan sighed helplessly. “…These are personal matters. It’s best not to pry into them. It could offend strangers.”

“Why can’t we ask?”

“Teacher, don’t be ashamed of your heat cycles! Don’t you ever go online?”

“Hehe, do you think she’s in heat right now?”

Qi Xingwan, who usually handled reporters and flashing cameras with ease, suddenly felt flustered. Her profession prevented her from scolding a group of seven- or eight-year-olds in front of the cameras.

Yan He, a jobless drifter, didn’t care about such niceties. She grabbed a serving spatula, strode over to the stainless steel rice bucket, and banged it loudly. The racket drew the attention of the patrolling Dean.

“Your class is the only one making such a racket in the whole building! What’s with all the noise during lunch?!”

“The new girl scared us by banging on the food bin,” someone shouted from the crowd, pointing at Yan He.

The Dean, aware of the filming, frowned. “Focus on your program and avoid conflicts with the students. If there’s an issue, bring it to a teacher.”

Bang!

Yan He showed no restraint, slamming the shovel against the bin again. She then pulled out her phone and played a recording.

She said nothing, yet her actions spoke volumes.

“Who said these things?! Step forward now!” The Dean’s face burned with embarrassment. He gave Yan He an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about this. We’ll have to cut this part out. Most of these kids are left-behind children; their elderly guardians don’t understand online matters and can’t control them.”

Qi Xingwan glanced uneasily at the two filming directors. “I’m afraid that’s impossible. Our program is live…”

The Dean: “!!!”

Hello.

How tacky… Even if you know someone, you can’t just ask about their pheromone like that.

Normal kids don’t do this…

Normal kids have time to watch livestreams on Fridays???

Sister, I’m at the hospital getting an IV drip. Photo: IV drip with homework

Good child, shouldn’t you call a doctor before watching the livestream? This drip seems to be flowing too fast! Terrified emoji

It’s okay, Sister. My mom only got me excused from school for the morning.

No worries, no worries. Even adults can only sneak peeks at livestreams on Fridays. Wry smile emoji

Seriously? Blaming the phone for everything? Why not look for the root cause within themselves?

A film crew is here to record a show, and this teacher doesn’t even know the format? This has to be staged…

Schools aren’t top-secret facilities. Maybe the film crew didn’t emphasize it was a live broadcast during communication, so everyone assumed it was pre-recorded.

Teacher trainees are already crying in the bathroom, imagining themselves in this teacher’s shoes. Sadness flowing like a river emoji

What does this have to do with the teacher? Shouldn’t the blame fall on the administration for not taking it seriously and failing to assign proper liaison personnel?

Agreed. The administration clearly didn’t take this seriously. These high-profile tasks are always assigned to the elite and advanced classes.

Is it possible that rural schools typically don’t have advanced classes?

No worries, we’ll know better next time.

“Class 101 Food Protector Chief mission complete.”

Qi Xingwan turned to see Yan He still munching on her apple. “Rest for a bit or keep going?”

Yan He pondered for a moment, then asked a staff member, “What happens if other groups catch up to us during a mission?”

“They’ll be assigned the previous mission, and this one will be temporarily locked.”

Just as she’d suspected, the two missions, though in the same location, were treated separately. There wouldn’t be a scenario where two groups were simultaneously working on the same task.

Before making a decision, Yan He politely asked the Female Lead for her opinion. “Do you want to take a nap?”

Qi Xingwan shook her head.

“Then let’s claim a spot first and try to get the students to choose before their afternoon nap. If not, no big deal—we’ll just find a place to sleep.”

Qi Xingwan sighed. “I’m afraid that won’t work.”