Translator: _Min_
The live audience was astounded by the events unfolding.
[Could this woman really…]
[WTF, is she seriously building a wooden hut???]
[Was she a carpenter before?]
[Clearly not. She’s proficient in everything she does, to a numbing degree.]
Ning Luoyao was dumbfounded: “…I‘
The viewers watching the live broadcast fell silent too:
The director contemplated shifting the shooting location, perhaps to a deserted island in the Southern Empty Sea, leaving Si Fuqing there alone.
The assistant director caught on to his thoughts, “I think if you leave her there for a month, Miss Si might build you a city.” The director was astonished: ‘I?!!”
She is playing a construction game, isn’t she?!
The director was astonished: ‘I?!!”
She is playing a construction game, isn’t she?!
“Let’s hurry over,” Yuan Heping urged, “or we won’t have a place to sleep tonight.”
Qi Shuning frowned slightly, reluctantly joining in.
As soon as her hand touched the wood, a splinter pierced her skin.
In pain, but unwilling to fall behind Si Fuqing, especially after seeing how casual Su Fiquing looked, she began to work.
The cameras were all filming, and they all focused on Si Fuqing, the audience becoming increasingly numb to her capabilities.
[She’s so strong… She even made a nest for Little Bai.]
[Si Fuqing’s survival skills are too impressive. What has she been through? I’m so curious.]
[A quick fact check: the notorious Zuo family of Lin City adopted Qingqing but always mistreated her. After the old master’s death, they became even worse.]
[My heart aches for her. A tough beauty in real life. I must become her fan, or else I’m not even human.]
“All done,” Si Fuqing said, dusting off her hands. Yaoyao, you sleep here. I’ll take the spot next to you.”
Ning Luoyao held a piece of wood, looking lost.
She hadn’t contributed much.
Si Fuqing, rotating the hammer in her hand, offered, “Teacher Shen, let me help.”
Shen Xiuwen, wiping sweat from her brow, smiled gratefully, “Thank you so much.”
She sighed inwardly.
This child must have endured a lot in the past.
Watching Si Fuqing help Shen Xiuwen and Yuan Heping, then starting a bonfire to rest, Qi Shuning couldn’t help but speak up, “Isn’t she being unfairly partial? She could have helped us too.”
In today’s fast-paced world, only a dedicated few manage to find the tranquility and time to watch live broadcasts from start to finish. These loyal fans, often with ample free time at their disposal, are the ones who diligently follow the show from dawn till dusk.
The majority of netizens, however, prefer to consume the content in its final, edited form.
Qi Shuning could imagine the amount of screen time Si Fuqing would get in the first episode.
More screen time meant more fans, especially for Great Xia Empire’s first survival show with the backing of Great Xia TV.
The show’s airing would surely skyrocket Si Fuqing’s fanbase.
Xu Jianian, tying logs with a rope, said calmly, “Teacher Yuan and Teacher Shen are both in their sixties. It’s natural to help them. We’re young and strong. Should an 18-year-old girl be helping us? That would be embarrassing.”
Qi Shuning paused, then didn’t say anything more.
Finally, looking at her lopsided tent, her already bad mood worsened.
She had only eaten cold vegetables and was now famished.
Si Fuqing, on the other hand, was grilling leftover chicken breast to make snacks.
The aroma tantalized Qi Shuning, who regretted her earlier claim of being a vegetarian.
Qi Shuning’s fans noticed.
[Shuning is so pitiful. Si Fuqing could have helped her.]
[? Why should she? If you can’t handle survival, why join? Are we supposed to feed you too?]
[Just practice more. You’re on a survival show, don’t be so delicate.]
[Hmm, what is Qi Shuning so pretentious, she seems so different from when she’s hosting.]
At ten o’clock, when the tents were finally up, the live broadcast ended.
It would resume at seven in the morning.
Si Fuqing placed Little Bai in a doghouse at the door and crawled into her self-built hut.
She scattered some specially made cinnabar powder around the area to ward off the numerous insects and pests.
At one in the morning, someone came to visit. Jiang Changfeng entered, “They prepared a wooden hut?”
“Oh,” Si Fuqing responded nonchalantly, “I built it myself.”
Jiang Changfeng:
Typical ofyou.
“You said your gaming pod was broken. I asked the elders,” Jiang Changfeng informed her. “It’s too late now. The quotas were distributed at the beginning of the year. I have an extra gaming helmet, but it definitely won’t suffice..”