Chapter 73: The Little Doomsday Writer (Yu Hui) 20 Substitute

The answer is of course no.

Zhou Zhanyun knew that he had always had a good memory. Of course, he would not waste too much energy paying attention to worthless things. But even so, Zhou Zhanyun clearly remembered that Song Qingqing had never called him brother.

In Zhou Zhanyun's few impressions of Song Qingqing, she was not an obedient child. It could be said that all the shortcomings of being spoiled in the upper class were concentrated in her, such as being spoiled and willful, and good at pretending to cry.

When they first met, his adopted sister was very dissatisfied with Song's father's decision to adopt her as a member of the think tank, so she often made trouble for him, including but not limited to throwing his textbooks into the swimming pool. However, Zhou Zhanyun did not care, because those items did not belong to him, so even if they were damaged, he did not feel pity or any other emotions.

However, Zhou Zhanyun was dissatisfied that this guy shouldn't have damaged his experimental equipment and disrupted his original experimental plan.

So one morning, he returned the caterpillar that Song Qingqing had asked her lackey to put in his drawer to her bed.

Not surprisingly, she was scared to tears. What did I do when I saw her crying so hard that she was out of breath?

It seemed that he also called her an idiot, and the tone didn't seem to be much different from now, but it scared her and left a big psychological trauma. She was so scared by the word "idiot" that she didn't even dare to cry. From then on, she would walk around him when she saw him in the villa. Zhou Zhanyun's experimental environment became much quieter because of this.

And now, after many years, he used such harsh words to stimulate her again, but she instead showed a harmless and soft look, happily showing her belly in front of him. This unexpected reaction made Zhou Zhanyun feel indescribable.

He instinctively rejected things and situations that he could not control, just like Ye Si's missing experimental subject, and just like the girl who was softly leaning against him in front of him.

Zhou Zhanyun subconsciously frowned slightly, opened his thin lips slightly, and said mercilessly: "The door of the institute has been recorded with your fingerprint. You can open it by yourself."

It seems that calling him brother doesn't work on Zhou Zhanyun.

Song Qingqing lowered her head and curled her lips, loosened her hand that was holding Zhou Zhanyun's clothes, and skillfully raised her hand and pressed her thumb on the fingerprint sensor. The door opened, she pulled her clothes back, and was about to follow Zhou Zhanyun when she heard him, who was still standing there, suddenly ask a question indifferently.

"Do you often go to the lab?"

Song Qingqing looked up in bewilderment. Zhou Zhanyun had his hands tucked into the pockets of his white lab coat. His silver-gray eyes stared at her indifferently, and the next question he asked was a bit aggressive, "Director Ye's laboratory?"

"If I remember correctly, Ye Si teaches at your university. He also has an underground biological research institute."

Song Qingqing glanced at Zhou Zhanyun's expression. She certainly couldn't tell Zhou Zhanyun where Ye Si was right now. Ye Si had just woken up and was not strong enough to deal with him. So she said half-truthfully, "Well, I used to be a student in Professor Ye's group and an assistant on their project team, so I went there often."

Zhou Zhanyun suddenly sneered and asked mercilessly, "Would Director Ye accept a student like you?"

This rhetorical question is full of sarcasm.

Song Qingqing: “…”

She was very angry, but could only rage helplessly, because she didn't dare to scold Zhou Zhanyun back as harshly as she had scolded Zhao Zemu and Ye Si. If he was in a bad mood, she would become a piece of specimen data on his laboratory operating table...

Fine, fine! Fine, fine! She's just an empty-headed idiot, alright?

Forbearance!

Song Qingqing, who was very sensible, lowered her head silently. "Well, there are still many students like me in the group. After all, we are only responsible for assisting the seniors in Professor Ye's group with their experiments."

To put it bluntly, he is just a guy who does odd jobs. If he is lucky, he can be led by seniors to do some experimental projects and complete an experimental report or something.

Zhou Zhanyun was not interested in what happened before the end of the world and nodded indifferently. In fact, he could see that the girl in front of him seemed very nervous. He probably didn't tell the truth in many of the ten sentences she said. He led her into his private office in silence.

The door had just closed, and before Song Qingqing could even come to her senses, she was pushed against the door by a force. Her pupils shrank slightly and she looked over nervously.

Zhou Zhanyun's slender hand, like a work of art, was nonchalantly pressed against his ear. He leaned over and approached the nervous Song Qingqing. The originally indifferent and unapproachable expression on his handsome face seemed to ease a little, and his tone became... Compared to his previous coldness and ruthlessness, it could even be said to be gentle, but the words that came out of his mouth were creepy.

"City A has been completely destroyed. Three comprehensive searches have failed to find any survivors. My dear sister, how did you survive in there?"

"Tell my brother, okay?"

With that almost perfect face and a tone that was just right and not annoying, to be honest, it was hard for people to refuse to tell him the answer.

Song Qingqing raised her eyes and looked into Zhou Zhanyun's silver-gray eyes with an inorganic texture. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, but still could not conceal the cold desert in the deepest part of his eyes.

No matter how gentle his tone was, in Zhou Zhanyun's eyes, he was probably just something related to Ye Si's experimental subject?

The more Zhou Zhanyun wanted to know about Ye Si, the more Song Qingqing knew that she should not tell him. A worthless person could not attract Zhou Zhanyun's attention. She needed to reveal her secrets bit by bit to him.

Song Qingqing bit her lip, seeming a little hesitant, and then, as if she had finally made up her mind, she whispered to Zhou Zhanyun, "Brother, I have awakened the superpower they mentioned."

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhou Zhanyun's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.

Awakening superpowers was not uncommon in such a chaotic and bloody apocalypse. His research institute and laboratory were already able to grant ordinary people superpowers, but most of them were relatively common, and...

Some ordinary people are not capable of being containers of supernatural energy, and the only outcome is naturally shattering and destruction.

However, this is enough to give his institute a very high status among these chaotic people who have no moral reason.

Zhou Zhanyun's surprise was simply because he had not expected that his timid and delicate sister could awaken superpowers. Most people with superpowers are those with strong wills or extraordinary physical strength.

Judging from these two points of view, Song Qingqing does not seem to meet the requirements for awakening superpowers.

As she spoke, Song Qingqing activated her special ability, and a green vine sprouted beautifully from her fingertips. Then, observing Zhou Zhanyun's reaction, it slowly climbed up his collar, and finally stopped in his chest pocket, where a light pink flower bloomed and was pinned on it.

Zhou Zhanyun lowered his eyes and glanced at the small flower pinned on his chest, then looked at the girl in front of him who was looking up at him with sparkling eyes.

She seems to be looking forward to being praised?

Song Qingqing also cooperated and asked him hopefully, "How is Brother? My ability is wood-related."

Of course, her special abilities are more than just this, but Song Qingqing doesn't intend to show them all to Zhou Zhanyun.

"You relied on this ability to survive in City A for so long?" Zhou Zhanyun stood up, his patience running out. "Song Qingqing, do you take me for a fool?"

"Also, what are you wearing on your hand?"

Before Song Qingqing could figure out how to tell Zhou Zhanyun that she had gone to City A, she heard him suddenly ask this question. Before she could even react, Zhou Zhanyun had already grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.

The temperature of his fingers was very low. For a moment, Song Qingqing felt that it was even colder than the temperature of the zombie Ye Si. She looked at Zhou Zhanyun blankly. He was staring at her with his eyes lowered expressionlessly.

Zhou Zhanyun's cold white fingers picked out the silver bracelet hidden in Song Qingqing's sleeve. "This is a relic of Ye Si's mother. Do you think he would just give it to a stranger? Also, don't tell me you found it in City A."

Song Qingqing was a little flustered at first, but she calmed down after hearing the origin of the bracelet. "Brother, Mr. Ye and I are in a relationship. Before the apocalypse, I knew he was going on a business trip to City A. Why do you keep asking me about Mr. Ye's whereabouts? Is it because he used to be on the same project team as you? Is there something wrong between you two?"

"Brother, I want to find him more than you do."

What other story could Song Qingqing make up? She couldn't tell Zhou Zhanyun that Ye Si was holding her in the room yesterday to "attend class well." A human who was related to zombies but had not mutated would definitely be put on the operating table for dissection by that madman Zhou Zhanyun.

So Song Qingqing lowered her head with genuine emotion, her eyelashes drooping. Moisture quickly accumulated in her eyes, condensing into tears that slid down. "Brother, I was going to come to the central base with Brother Zemu to find you, but when we passed by City A..."

"I was accidentally pushed out of the car. I wanted to know where Ye Si was, so I found a place to hide in City A."

Zhou Zhanyun suddenly let go of the girl's slender white wrist, his eyes filled with confusion, "You and Ye Si?"

Song Qingqing nodded, opened her misty eyes and quickly glanced at him before lowering them. She asked softly, "Brother, you won't be angry, will you? I haven't told my family about this."

Zhou Zhanyun suddenly said calmly: "Why would I be angry?"

Song Qingqing was a little unsure whether these half-true and half-false words could fool Zhou Zhanyun, a highly intelligent lunatic, but since things had come to this point, she could only make up this story. This question stumped her. She raised her eyes cautiously and met Zhou Zhanyun's expressionless face.

She suddenly remembered that the plot outline mentioned that Zhou Zhanyun had a doctorate in psychology.

Song Qingqing suddenly felt unwell. It felt like she had nowhere to hide in front of him.

Zhou Zhanyun is really difficult to deal with...

Song Qingqing bit her lip and decided to go for broke. Before Zhou Zhanyun could react, she hugged his neck tightly and kissed him on tiptoe. Maybe because the kiss was too strong, a crisp "bo" sound was heard. Then she lowered her head, hugged his waist tightly and threw herself into his arms, afraid that he would throw her away. His scent was on her nose. Zhou Zhanyun smelled of cold disinfectant, which was in line with his cold and ruthless nature.

The girl's slender shoulders were trembling slightly, probably because she was very nervous, and her voice was also trembling.

"Brother, I've always really liked you and Professor Ye...it's just because he looks a lot like you. Please don't be angry with me, okay? I really didn't mean it."