Island Rescue: A Star Team's Fight for Survival

"Then you don't want it?" Steve asked as he pretended to take the clip back.

Jarvis, noticing his move, reacted instantly, snatching it from his hands with a quick motion.

"Hmph, since you're so sincere, I'll accept it with great reluctance," Jarvis said, turning away with a smug look.

Steve chuckled, watching him walk off, before letting out a small sigh.

His former classmate had become a top star in the entertainment industry, while he had faded into near obscurity. Every time he saw Jarvis, a sense of inadequacy crept up inside him, making him instinctively avoid direct interactions.

Steve understood that kind of inferiority—standing in front of someone from his past who had soared while he remained grounded.

But now, things were different. He had the system, an advantage no one else could even begin to comprehend. With the treasures he now possessed, he was confident he would rise again.

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Back at the Shelter

When Steve returned, everyone was sitting on their straw beds, engaged in casual conversation. Given the limited conditions, only two straw beds had been arranged—one for the men and one for the women.

"You guys haven't slept yet?" Steve asked with a smile.

Kevin, sitting near the entrance, grinned. "Take a break, man. You've been busy all day—diving for fish, cooking, and making all those crab traps. You've done more than enough."

"Yeah," Chris added, stretching. "I'll be heading out for night fishing soon, so I figured I'd rest later rather than now."

Steve glanced at the sleeping arrangements. On the men's side, Kevin was closest to the entrance, followed by Chris, then Chen Chichi, and finally Peng Peng. Steve would be taking the innermost spot.

On the women's side, Sister Bird slept nearest to the door, then Jarvis, Zhang Xiaoai, Mina, and finally, Bai Xiaolu at the innermost position.

He chuckled. "Looks like our sleeping spots are arranged by age. Guess that makes me the youngest here, huh?"

Jarvis nearly choked on air. Among the girls, she was the second oldest, right after Sister Bird.

Bringing up a woman's age—especially in front of a group—was unforgivable.

'This guy… I'll make sure he pays for that later,' she thought, gritting her teeth.

Kevin, unfazed, laughed. "Seems like it!"

Chris shook his head and turned to Chen Chichi. "Steve's a great guy, but damn, does he have a big mouth."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Bai Xiaolu laughed so hard she collapsed onto the straw bed, unable to stop.

Steve smirked and turned to Chris. "Hey, Chris, you've been carrying that big head of yours around all day. Your neck must be sore, right?"

Chris blinked, momentarily confused. "It's fine…?"

Chen Chichi suddenly started laughing again. Jarvis followed, unable to hold back, while the others looked on, puzzled.

"What's so funny?" Mina finally asked.

Still chuckling, Chen Chichi explained, "Steve wasn't asking out of concern. He was calling Chris' head huge—implying it must be heavy to carry around all day."

The realization hit, and the entire shelter erupted with laughter.

Chris, realizing he'd walked straight into Steve's trap, immediately got up. "You little—! I'm gonna teach you a lesson!"

Before he could lunge, a loud mechanical whirring sound interrupted the moment. A drone hovered outside the shelter, its speakers crackling to life.

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An Announcement

"Kyushu Team, please pay attention. Kyushu Team, please pay attention."

Everyone stopped laughing and turned their attention to the drone.

"Good evening, members of the Kyushu Team. First of all, congratulations on successfully completing your first day on the island.

We have an announcement regarding an upcoming challenge. Please listen carefully.

After discussions between the joint program teams, it has been decided that a competition will be held every Sunday in a format that changes weekly.

The winning team will receive rewards from the program.

The first competition will be a stage performance challenge.

Each team must present two performances, which can include singing, music, comedy sketches, crosstalk, or stand-up routines.

Each performance will be limited to five minutes.

The ranking will be determined by audience votes and scores from twenty world-class art experts.

Rewards are as follows:

1st place: 3 essential items

2nd place: 2 essential items

3rd place: 1 essential item

Teams must submit their chosen performance type by Friday. Any required props or musical instruments must also be requested by then.

We wish you all the best. Good luck!"

As soon as the announcement ended, silence fell over the shelter.

Each person was processing the information, weighing their strengths and weaknesses.

Then, Jarvis suddenly spoke. "Program team, Kyushu Team requests to temporarily mute all microphones."

Everyone turned to her in surprise, but they quickly understood—if they were going to strategize, they couldn't let other teams overhear.

The drone responded, "All members must agree before microphones can be muted. Please confirm."

One by one, they all agreed.

"Understood. All microphones have been muted."

Jarvis exhaled. "Alright, now we can speak freely. So—any ideas on what to perform?"

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Planning the Performance

Everyone exchanged uncertain glances.

Chris scratched his head. "What should I even do? I can't sing, dance, or play an instrument. I'll just sit this one out."

Chen Chichi pinched his chin. "I mean… my singing is okay."

Chris immediately scoffed. "Come on. You? Sing? In front of a global audience?"

Chen Chichi frowned. "Hey, don't forget—I once won a Singing King title."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and we all know how that happened."

"Excuse me?! Are you questioning my talent?"

"Yes."

"Defamation! I should sue you."

"Go ahead. See if I care."

"Fine! Then tell me—who here sings better than me?"

Silence.

Then Kevin cleared his throat. "Alright, alright. Let's settle this later. First, let's see if the girls have anything prepared."

The female members exchanged looks before shaking their heads.

Most of them were actors, not singers.

Actually—wait. Jarvis had released an album before. Her song Death of Love had been a hit.

Was her singing good? …Maybe not better than Chen Chichi's.

Or, rather, they were probably equally bad.

Kevin turned to Steve. "Steve, you're an idol. What are you good at?"

Steve hesitated, then smirked. "Me? I'm best at getting girls to sleep."

The entire shelter fell into stunned silence.

Everyone just… stared at him.

Was he serious?!

This was a live broadcast!

…Wait.

The microphones were muted, right?

Right?!

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