HEIFEIGU -Chapter 38

Could Xie Jixing room with Qian Shuyun?

Could he possibly refuse?

He could only say, “Alright.”

So Luo Feiang inexplicably got a single room, and Xie Jixing?

He got a room for five… well, not entirely human.

The entertainment industry was like this—whether you were too popular or too unpopular, you’d get swept up!

After choosing rooms, everyone received their basic survival packs.

They were indeed basic: a backpack, a stainless-steel portable water bottle, a face-covering sun protection mask, two rolls of toilet paper, a phone for internal communication, and a red envelope.

“A red envelope!” This immediately excited Xie Jixing.

The director was amused by his money-grabbing expression: “The amount in the survival pack red envelope is random. You can use it to trade supplies internally or purchase items from locals.”

Nice! They even gave money on the show. Xie Jixing was pleased.

He happily pulled out 200 yuan. Not bad.

Then he saw Meng Zezhou pull out a thick stack.

Xie Jixing’s eyes widened. “How much did you get randomly?”

“2,000 yuan,” Meng Zezhou counted.

“Alright, alright, ten times off… your show really is this random, isn’t it?”

Then Qian Shuyun picked 1,600, Fei Zhehan 900, Xia Letian 1,800, Xuan Caiyan 700, and even the lowest, Luo Feiang, got 500.

Xie Jixing: “I really have no patience for this world!”

He pouted like a little puppy and started rummaging through the supplies, while Xia Letian came over again.

“I think when we pick supplies, we should discuss it first. After all, each person can only take three initial items,” the guy who just suffered a “house selection Waterloo” perked up, his thoughtful ‘little sun’ persona fully activated. “If we plan ahead, everyone can take turns using what’s chosen.”

“For example, Xing, you could take matches, and I’ll take the kerosene lamp. That way, we can have light!”

Xia Letian passionately pitched the idea to Xie Jixing.

“Light for who?” Xie Jixing glanced at him with irritation. “I’m not afraid of the dark.”

His uncooperative attitude instantly set off the live comments.

【Is this guy sick? Xiaotian was just being kind, and his suggestion makes sense!】

【Yeah, isn’t this supposed to be teamwork? Why so rude?】

【And a light source is obviously essential. Xia Letian even offered it to him, and he doesn’t appreciate it? What’s with this attitude?】

【Can you even understand the concept of a survival challenge personal competition? Do I need to explain what a personal competition is?】

【Everyone can only pick three things, so obviously you choose what’s most useful to yourself. No need to boss others around.】

【Honestly, I think this behavior is shady. Xie Jixing is right to refuse.】

【Hahaha, I declare Xie Jixing the Tea Master of Judgement!】

Not receiving positive feedback, Xia Letian lowered his head, eyes slightly reddening. He picked up the kerosene lamp and matches, forcing a smile in his voice. “Then I’ll just take these two myself, and I’ll take fewer personal items for the rest…”

Meng Zezhou stroked his chin, thinking Xia Letian really outshone Xie Jixing in acting out literary drama.

Just as Xia Letian was about to choose a third item, the vicious director arrived, albeit late. “Allow me to remind everyone: your clothes, shoes, and socks count as part of your three personal items.”

“If you’re willing to enter the rainforest in linen shorts and loafers and sleep on the ground at night, then yes, you can still pick tableware.”

“What?! That’s not fair!” Xia Letian hadn’t spoken yet, but Xuan Caiyan shouted first. “If that’s the case, won’t each of us have to pick one less item?”

Wearing a thin jacket and cargo pants, Qian Shuyun quietly moved closer to Xie Jixing and Meng Zezhou, trying to prove not everyone here was an idiot.

The director, speechless, could only reassure them: “The survival guide previously sent out has clearly marked all the precautions for everyone.”

You said we were going up a mountain, yet everyone’s dressed like they’re walking a red carpet.

With the current situation, sleeping bags became a must-have, reducing the remaining item choices by one.

Luo Feiang, Fei Zhehan, Xia Letian, and Xuan Caiyan still needed to change into proper clothes, reducing their choices by another item.

“So that leaves us with only one item each,” Fei Zhehan said, scanning the items on the table. “We need to think this through carefully.”

“Xiao Xie, I think Xiaotian’s suggestion is pretty reasonable,” Fei Zhehan, slipping into his ‘dad mode,’ decided to pick the smallest item first. “You just take the fire source; that’ll make everything else easier later.”

Who even are you?

Xie Jixing reflected for a moment.

Had he been too low-key on this show, not showing his strength, that everyone was so brazen?

Besides, isn’t his own firepower enough? The show’s pitiful influencer matches—just seven sticks per box—wouldn’t even last half the time if he used one per day.

He could strike fire himself whenever he wanted, as long as someone paid!

“Fine, but if you want to use them later, each match is 200 bucks.” Xie Jixing flipped the matchbox in his hand. One stick fewer each time—he wasn’t about to give them a freebie.

“Hey, kid…” Fei Zhehan didn’t expect him to ask for money. “Where’s your team spirit?”

“Team spirit?” Xie Jixing smirked, eyes narrowing as he looked sincerely at Fei Zhehan. “You just randomly got 900, while I only got 200. Team spirit means… do you want to split it evenly with me?”

“Ahem…” Qian Shuyun really wanted to laugh but held it in. Why did he provoke him?

Thinking of Xie Jixing’s green bubble shouting ‘Money!!!’ and the Five Wealth Gods avatar, you could tell how annoyed the little miser was right now.

His exaggerated cough drew Xie Jixing’s attention. The little miser glared back, grinding his teeth.

Anyone who randomly got 1,600 isn’t a good person!

“You…” Fei Zhehan was left speechless after being cornered by Xie Jixing.

But fearing that Xie Jixing would choose the matches and sell them at 200 each, he grabbed the box and handed it to Xia Letian. “Xiaotian, take this.”

The match-selling little miser inadvertently gave Xia Letian a new idea—he could choose this, and later use the fact that he controlled the essential fire source to build rapport with Qian Shuyun.

Xia Letian happily accepted and raised the matches to the director. “Director, I’ve finished choosing.”

Director: “Guest Xia Letian has finished choosing. The three initial items are: clothing, sleeping bag, matches.”

Then Xuan Caiyan finished.

“Guest Xuan Caiyan has finished choosing. The three initial items are: clothing, sleeping bag, kerosene lamp.”

Luo Feiang didn’t select any show-provided items. Besides clothing and sleeping bag, he chose his own sunscreen.

Director: “Guest Luo Feiang has finished choosing. The three initial items are: clothing, sleeping bag, sunscreen.”

Fei Zhehan frowned, about to go full ‘dad mode.’ “Xiao Luo, that sunscreen you chose… isn’t useful for us.”

“What’s the matter?” Luo Feiang raised an eyebrow, holding the sunscreen.

There’s no way he’s wearing a face-coverage mask on this handsome face!

“Is the SPF enough?” Fei Zhehan suddenly realized he couldn’t lecture this guy and immediately switched topics.

The four of them really looked like a team sent by the same company—but they were a total mess.

Fei Zhehan silently critiqued these kids in his mind and picked an aluminum lunchbox.

“Guest Fei Zhehan has finished choosing. The three initial items are: clothing, sleeping bag, aluminum lunchbox.”

After the previous open-and-hidden struggles, Xie Jixing and company waited at the back, not bothering to participate.

Everyone talked about teamwork, but when it came to the last three, all the essential items had been chosen.

Xie Jixing didn’t select show-provided items either. He chose a small silver box and a multifunction Swiss army knife from his own supplies.

The Swiss army knife made sense, but Meng Zezhou was curious about the small silver box. He leaned in. “What’s in it?”

Xie Jixing proudly opened it, releasing a rather pungent aroma.

“It’s the seasoning packets I saved from instant noodles. Even cooking shoe soles would taste good with this!”

Is something like this even possible? Meng Zezhou was stunned.

He instantly admired Xie Jixing even more—felt like if he stuck with this kid in the wild, he’d do just fine. At the very least, he’d get tasty “shoe sole stew”!

“So what do you think I should pick?” Meng Zezhou asked sincerely.

Xie Jixing picked a small plant-crushing, compression-dividing bottle from the show’s supplies. “Take this. The survival guide says we’re going into the rainforest with tons of mosquitoes, but they didn’t provide any medicine. We’ll probably need to make some ourselves.”

“Guest Xie Jixing has finished choosing. The three initial items are: sleeping bag, seasoning, Swiss army knife; guest Meng Zezhou has finished choosing. Three initial items: sleeping bag, rope, manual crushing/filtering bottle.”

Now only Qian Shuyun remained. Xia Letian quietly approached Xuan Caiyan, planning to boost favorability.

Qian Shuyun’s long fingers glided over the items, briefly resting on the painkillers he brought—but didn’t pick them up.

He tilted his head to Xie Jixing. “Teacher Xie, what do you think I should pick?”

Why is everyone asking me? Maybe I should charge a consultation fee…

Xie Jixing muttered to himself but seriously gave advice.

Among the supplies was a thick plush blanket. Poking it, RUA—it’s so soft.

Xie Jixing grabbed the blanket and stuffed it into Qian Shuyun’s arms. “You have to take this anyway. Pick the last slot yourself.”

There might be three ghosts in the room; can’t freeze this yin-energy big shot!

Feeling something soft and warm suddenly in his arms, Qian Shuyun paused slightly, then squinted and lightly rubbed the blanket with his chin.

Painkillers… maybe he won’t even need them later.