Although rummaging through trash cans is a bit exaggerated, the worry isn’t entirely unfounded.
The brain always prioritizes, and the first thing they might have to do now is find food.
Where can they find sothing to eat? And it has to be enough to feed several people.
Probably only those hidden supplies.
Mu Qiu withdrew her hand and leaned bonelessly against Zhao Yu, saying, "Then let’s continue to look for supplies and monster archive cards."
If she finds the hoarded supplies, she could be generous and hide a bit in a more obvious place for them to find.
After all, if you’re handing them knives, you have to ensure they have enough strength to wield them, right?
Zhao Yu naturally placed her hand on Mu Qiu’s exposed waist, and the two walked slowly with their arms around each other.
Zhao Yu: "Where to look? We’ve checked several places already."
Mu Qiu: "Let’s go to the school, we still need to pick up the hostage."
Zhao Yu: "On the way to pick up the hostage, let’s see if the supplies are with him? Makes sense; I heard them whispering that the stuff from the convenience store was looted clean, maybe it’s placed nearby."
Mu Qiu: "Aren’t I amazing? Do you feel a sense of admiration?"
Zhao Yu: "Right now, all I have for you is fatherly love."
Mu Qiu: "...Zhao Yu, you really are a fickle woman, get off ! If you only have fatherly love, why are you around my waist?!"
Zhao Yu: "I’m helping increase the visual waistline, so your stomach doesn’t look bloated, considering you’ve eaten so many loaves of bread."
"...Get off!"
Giggling and fooling around, they entered the school and went to that small store.
Indeed, it was looted thoroughly, almost to the point of ripping up the floor tiles.
However, the door here is a roller shutter, not a glass door, and there are doors on both sides. When both doors are open, it ventilates naturally, no need for windows.
The only place with glass would be the glass counters lined up on both sides.
The counters were smashed, and the snacks inside were gone, leaving only so useless porcelain plates, bowls, and so plush toys and sanitary products that girls might like.
"Don’t get too close." She warned.
Though it’s unclear if the card in Cheng Zhirang’s hand counts all the glass debris in the ruins as 813, or only the museum corridor, it’s better to be careful.
is not a common thing; it won’t parasitically infect everyone for no reason.
Carefully avoiding the glass shards, they picked up a wooden stick thrown on the ground and knocked along the wall.
"Solid."
"...Of course, it’s solid, you’re knocking on the outer wall! Outside is empty ground; there can’t be any partitions!"
Mu Qiu poked her head out for a look, laughed dryly twice, then moved to knock on the inside wall.
All were solid.
She threw down the stick, frowning, "No sound of partitions. Couldn’t Guo Yin be hiding here?"
Zhao Yu looked around and suggested, "Maybe he moved to a different spot to hide, or he waited for too long and left. Or, perhaps Li Yang was just tricking us."
Was Guo Yin really missing from here? Not necessarily.
Mu Qiu pondered for a mont, thinking it’s possible.
After all, Li Yang was getting craftier.
"Let’s go wander around the school building or sothing. If I were to write this episode, based on what I would write, the main human force left after the apocalypse should be the 18 to 28-year-olds.
Such people have good adaptability, physical fitness, and their minds aren’t too mature, making them the easiest for stories to happen."
Zhao Yu chid in, "So the school is also a key focus area?"
"Li Yang and Guo Yin are the focal points."
They went up the school building, checking each classroom on each floor.
Books were disordered, and the blackboard had colorful chalk writings like "Screw your howork; the apocalypse is here, hahaha!"
Just looking at the realistic props setup and the colorful chalkboard writings, it’s evident the production team put in significant effort, probably started setting up long ago.
In the second classroom on the third floor, Zhao Yu casually picked up a book at the door, opening it to see the words "Li Yang" written on the first page in a scrawling, nearly unrecognizable script.
"Li Yang’s physics book."
Mu Qiu, who was still looking for things by lifting curtains, imdiately leaned over to see when she heard.
The almost-brand-new book was decorated with horribly drawn ani characters, appearing every few pages, but it had barely any notes.
Mu Qiu confidently remarked, "He’s a poor student."
"He could also be a genius, you know? Geniuses don’t take notes in class."
"Does he look like one to you?"
"...Although it’s not nice to say this about a pop culture sensation, he really doesn’t look like a genius."
Closing the book, they continued rummaging through the other books in the classroom, focusing on those at their feet—those brand new, carelessly scattered books mostly had Li Yang’s na written on them.
Finally, they picked up a Chinese textbook with an envelope tucked inside.
Pink, and scented.
Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu exchanged a shocked and gossiping glance.
No way, no way, could Li Yang actually be a budding romantic, who writes love letters in pink envelopes to girls?
Mu Qiu waved at the cara, then cautiously opened the envelope, pulling out a jasmine-scented card.
The handwriting on the card was much better than in the textbooks, not a smudge in sight, revealing much care.
"Hi, I’m the guy who found your wallet that day, my na’s Li Yang. When I returned your wallet, sothing accidentally slipped out, and I forgot to give it back to you.
It’s a key, and I thought it might be important, so I wanted to return it to you in person. Also, could you give your contact information? My phone number is on the back, hoping you’ll contact ."
After reading the letter, Mu Qiu couldn’t help but soothe the goosebumps on her arm.
"Ew—Li Yang is such a high school student! Returning found items and falling in love at first sight!"
Zhao Yu flipped the card over; there really was a string of numbers on the back.
"Such little details are pretty well done. But in tis when all you want is a bite to eat and survive, is this pink bubble romance really necessary?"
Mu Qiu flicked the card, musing, "We all have identities, and now identity hints have erged, indicating identities must be useful."
"So are we supposed to find Li Yang’s crush too?"
"This crush must also have an identity, among us. Ah, I got it, it must be Sister Shu Ran!"
If true, Li Yang would likely cry out, ’No, please not!’
User Comments
0 comments from readers