CHAPTER 39 (PART 1)

The live broadcast of Battle Royale officially began at this moment.

To enhance audience interaction, the production team enabled real-time bullet comments, with Miguang Platform providing full technical support. Below the stream, there was even a voting section for viewers to guess who the “killer” was or predict the elimination order of the “prey.”

The livestream would last for three days.

After it ended, for the convenience of other viewers, it would be edited into a highlights episode.

“Variety shows these days really come up with all sorts of gimmicks…” Cheng Yue’s secretary couldn’t help but comment.

Then, after some thought, he raised his hand and knocked on the office door before stepping into the president’s office.

“Miss Jiang is out of town recording a show.” The secretary paused before placing a tablet on Cheng Yue’s desk. “It’s this one.”

Cheng Yue glanced at it absentmindedly, neither agreeing to watch nor rejecting it.

So, the secretary simply left the tablet on the desk and exited the room.

At that moment, the camera switched to Jiang Su. She was pulling a suitcase, looking relaxed—almost leisurely—as she strolled into the hotel booked for the guests.

[Haha, the last person to arrive at the hotel was so cautious, afraid of being spotted by other guests.]

[What a stark contrast.]

Bullet comments flew across the screen at high speed.

Cheng Yue had seen these comments before while watching the previous group variety show, so he wasn’t too surprised this time.

[I remember the chief director saying last time that if they ever played the vampire game again, Jiang Su must be the only human.]

[? So, this time…]

[Damn, this is exciting!]

[Is she going to be the only prey this time, or the only killer? Either way, it’s one versus everyone!]

[I HAVE to follow this livestream!]

Last time?

Vampire? What was that about?

Cheng Yue frowned slightly.

The footage he had watched before didn’t mention anything about that.

By now, Jiang Su had already checked her identity card, but her expression remained unchanged. She turned, entered her room, put down her luggage, showered, then lounged lazily on the sofa, eating fruit and watching TV.

[Jiang Su isn’t worried at all?]

[Yu Xinyan, on the other hand, looked completely dumbfounded as soon as she saw her identity card. She can’t hide her emotions at all.]

[So, Yu Xinyan is the prey?]

[The others are all veterans—they’re just as unreadable as ever.]

[Oh oh oh! Wang Ji just left his room, and He Feng is out too. Looks like they took the show’s budget and don’t dare to stay in the hotel.]

[Makes sense—staying in the hotel is basically waiting to be “killed.”]

Cheng Yue had never been particularly interested in entertainment shows. But seeing the bullet comments analyzing the game, he raised an eyebrow slightly and paid more attention.

Inevitably, some viewers were still unfamiliar with Jiang Su. Or rather, they knew her but hadn’t watched her previous episode.

They asked: [Why isn’t Jiang Su moving?]

[Honestly, I don’t know either, but I’m sure she has a reason. Let’s wait and see.]

[Chen Xufang isn’t moving either.]

[A true master of survival. The best strategy is to lay low.]

[Is Jiang Su doing the same?]

[Fans believe she probably just wants to take it easy and enjoy some rest.]

At that moment, Jiang Su turned off the TV, finished all the fruit, and ordered dinner.

At this moment, on the other end, the regular MC, Han Hui, was on the phone with the front desk:
“Excuse me, has anyone from our group ordered room service for dinner?”

The front desk had already been instructed by the production team to fully cooperate if any MCs had questions.

So, the receptionist politely replied, “Yes. Room 3303.”

Han Hui asked, “Can I deliver it instead?”

[Wow, trying to take the initiative to catch someone?]

[Han Hui, don’t go! Room 3303 belongs to Jiang Su!!! Last time, you lasted two minutes before getting eliminated—no game experience at all, remember?!]

[This guy is walking straight into a dead end.]

Han Hui picked up the tray and arrived outside Room 3303.

At that moment, Jiang Su was in front of the camera, bending backward and stretching her legs.

[Damn, that waist is way too flexible. So smooth!]

[LS, your drool just landed on my forehead.]

[Her legs are so straight, and her feet are beautiful too.]

Cheng Yue watched the barrage of comments scrolling across the screen. His brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze darkened.

Back when “Jiang Su” still lived in the villa, he rarely paid attention to whether she was beautiful or how she dressed. To him, she was just a little thing he had casually picked up. The villa was full of beautiful things—one more “ornament” wasn’t anything worth noting.

But now…

Jiang Su’s beauty had become striking and unique, radiating a captivating personal charm.

Cheng Yue found himself glancing at her more often, yet the more he looked, the more it felt like her presence burned into his mind—searing, inescapable.

The doorbell rang.

On screen, Jiang Su stopped her movements and walked toward the door.

She opened it.

Han Hui caught only a glimpse of a piece of fabric—pink.

A sudden realization struck him. He swiftly placed the tray down and bolted.

[HAHAHA, why is he running so fast?!]

Jiang Su fully opened the door, glanced at Han Hui’s retreating figure, and made no effort to chase him.

She picked up the tray, turned back inside, and slowly enjoyed her dinner.

“Scared me to death.”

“Good thing I ran fast.”

“She didn’t seem to chase after me…” Han Hui muttered to the camera.

After finishing dinner, Jiang Su took a few leisurely laps around her room to digest—no more than three minutes in total.

[Jiang Su feels like she’s playing a completely different game from them.]

[The only ones left in the hotel now are Jiang Su, Han Hui, and Chen Xufang.]

Meanwhile, Han Hui’s fans were still screaming at him through the screen:

[RUN!]

[Don’t go back to your room!]

The other viewers also finally caught on—watching Jiang Su finish her dance practice, call the front desk, and then leisurely head toward Room 3418.

Han Hui had found Jiang Su, but in doing so, he had also exposed himself as still being in the hotel.

With that, wasn’t Jiang Su guaranteed to catch him?

Han Hui hurriedly packed his things and grabbed the show’s travel budget. He pulled on a cap and mask, wrapped himself up tightly, and secured his GoPro.

As soon as he opened the door—

Jiang Su’s hand landed on his shoulder. “Thanks for delivering the dinner.” She paused, then added, “It tasted pretty good.”

Han Hui: “……”

The shadow of the last round of the game loomed over him.

[Danger.]

[She won’t be able to take Han Hui down this time, right? Last time, everyone was just too polite to actually let her bite their necks, so they gave up voluntarily.]

Before the comments could even finish—

Cheng Yue saw Jiang Su press down on Han Hui’s shoulder and swiftly pull him downward. Before he could react, the tall man lost his balance and toppled backward.

[Holy crap! Isn’t his head going to hit the ground?!]

Jiang Su looked frail, but among female celebrities, her height wasn’t considered short.

As Han Hui fell, she bent down and dropped to one knee.

Looking closer, her other hand had caught the back of his neck—preventing a disastrous head impact.

Han Hui’s expression was completely blank.

[…I’m speechless too. How did she move so fast?]

[She’s not even afraid of falling herself…]

[Han Hui is done for. There’s already a red mark on his neck.]

In the game, “killing” someone didn’t actually involve slitting throats.

The rule was simple—players had to leave a red mark on skin, and it had to be on a spot that could realistically be fatal, like the neck or wrist artery.

[Han Hui: Why am I always the first to die?]

[Where’s W? If he were here, that naive sweetheart would definitely be the first to go.]

Jiang Su looked down.

Scared?

She spread her fingers and lightly patted the side of his neck. “Did you get hurt from the fall?”

Han Hui’s face instantly flushed, the redness spreading from his neck to his ears.

“N-no.”

Jiang Su: “Mm.”

Only then did she let go and stand up.

Today, she was wearing a riding outfit—her blouse adorned with cascading lace, paired with fitted white jodhpur pants.

The main colors were soft pink and white—elegant yet commanding, exuding both a youthful charm and an undeniable presence.

Not just Han Hui, but even the audience watching her couldn’t help but hold their breath for a moment.

[The pinker she dresses, the harder she hits.]

[The way she patted his neck… So dominant… so alluring…]

Sitting in front of his tablet, Cheng Yue unconsciously tightened his grip on his pen.

Jiang Su quickly returned to her room.

「Han Hui Eliminated」

The notification was sent to all the guests’ phones.

As the others were still processing what had happened, Jiang Su, back in her room, casually resumed her stretches. Then, as if nothing had happened, she even opened a video and practiced some girl group choreography.

Once she had worked up a light sweat, she brushed a few stray strands of hair behind her ear, tied them up neatly, and headed for the shower.

[Ughhh, Jiang Su’s not just flipping her hair—she’s flipping my heart!]

Cheng Yue stared at the barrage of comments, his gaze deep and unreadable. His throat moved slightly.

Then, he closed the tablet.

Han Hui’s elimination had put immense pressure on the other contestants, prompting them to flee even faster, rushing out that very night to buy disguises.

Meanwhile, Jiang Su had a good night’s sleep before getting up.

Not only did she not hurry to put on a disguise, but she even went downstairs, casually wrapped in a bathrobe, and openly strolled to the restaurant for breakfast.

[She’s way too composed.]

[Is it because she’s confident that no one can beat her?]

[Let’s not be too hasty with that conclusion.]

The comment section was still buzzing with discussions.

Just then, Jiang Su unexpectedly ran into a man.

“Miss Jiang?”

“Hmm?” Jiang Su clenched her fingers tightly, her muscles tensing as she prepared to strike.

But when she looked up, she realized it was a complete stranger.

The man was tall, dressed in a well-tailored black suit—simple in style, even a bit old-fashioned.

His features were sharp and handsome, impossible to fault. He carried an air of composure and confidence, and there was something vaguely familiar about him.

Seeing Jiang Su studying him so intently, the man subtly furrowed his brows.

“Miss Jiang is here for a show?” the man asked.

He finally understood what the “You have entered a filming zone” sign on the street meant.

Jiang Su responded with a casual “Mm.”

She politely asked, “And you are?”

“Yan Li. You should have heard of me,” he said.

“…Never heard of you,” Jiang Su replied bluntly.

Yan Li paused.

He glanced at the GoPro in Jiang Su’s hand but refrained from saying too much in front of the camera.

“Enjoy your breakfast,” he said.

“Mm.”

“Please, go ahead.” Yan Li stepped aside with perfect manners.

Jiang Su walked past him without hesitation.