Rest Stop Station Report: Shocking!!! Is it moral decay or is there another hidden reason, a 4.5 billion-year-old elder hires child labor!!!
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—Cheng Shuang, the stationmaster of station number DZ-BLD12, please keep your stationmaster challenge ticket safe [Symbiosis]. Best of luck in your challenge.
—Du Jun, maintainer of DZ-BLD12, please keep your stub ticket for the site administrator challenge, [Symbiosis], safe. Best of luck in your challenge.
—To the maintainer of DZ-BLD12, Sihai, please keep your secondary ticket for the site administrator challenge, [Symbiosis], safe. Best of luck in your challenge.
—Liu Juan, maintainer of DZ-BLD12, please keep your stub ticket for the site administrator challenge, [Symbiosis], safe. Best of luck in your challenge.
Note: The Death Land of [Symbiosis] has special attributes, and the maintainer's skills and cards will be frozen. Please prepare accordingly.
Before Cheng Shuang and the other three could react, the six people surrounding them started to move. Liao Yuewei began to take stock of all her cold weapons, Du Lushui helped her brother organize his firearms, Siyue took out various medical supplies, and Sun Han divided the wilderness survival tools he had collected into four groups.
Compared to the others, Gong Zhu was rather confused. In order to refine Feng Jiakang, she had used up a lot of her resources, but there was one thing she had stored up in her spatial storage.
After everyone had finished organizing and handed the supplies back to the four people who were about to participate in the challenge, the item in Gong Zhu's hand immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Gold bars and boxes of gems, pure hard currency; the bear cub's eyes and nose were contributed by her.
"I suspect the reason skills and cards are hidden is most likely because these are relatively normal or socially similar death zones," Gong Zhu explained with a chuckle. "The points saved can be used to buy all sorts of goods, so it's more worthwhile to bring some hard currency!"
Her companion immediately gave her a thumbs up, saying that the idea was really good and extremely practical.
Liu Juan made a detailed list of all the supplies that her companions had collected. She accepted them, but she insisted on returning any unused items, as they were everyone's only hope for survival.
For the remaining three days, Liao Yuewei and Du Lanshan split into two groups to focus on training the four of them in combat skills.
Currently, only badges, martial arts skills, and pills can be used (blessings are passively triggered). Even the Palace Guardian, who originally looked down on the badge function, had to admit that the short flight was just in time.
The remaining people worked overtime to draw talismans. Fortunately, Cheng Shuang did not keep his secrets to himself and taught his companions all the key techniques for making talismans. They would use this to train their mental strength whenever they had free time. So, in three days, they made about a hundred talismans of each of the six types. With the ones they had accumulated before, each of the four people received more than fifty talismans.
If they hadn't been limited by their resources, time, and materials, they would have done even more.
Whether you need it or not, it's always good to have it on hand.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the four of them entered the Gate of Reincarnation hand in hand under the watchful eyes of their companions.
Cheng Shuang only heard a few rings of the bell. When she opened her eyes, she was sitting in a classroom. Many students walked into the classroom chatting and laughing and found their seats.
Then someone tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around, she saw a girl with fangs smiling at her with her eyes crinkled.
"Yuko, what's wrong? Why are you spacing out?"
Cheng Shuang blinked in surprise, then her gaze slid to the other person's desk, where she noticed that the cover of the closed book had the words 'Fujita Yumi' written on it.
"Nothing, I'm just a little sleepy." She smiled at the other person, turned to the side, and casually glanced at the classmates around her.
"I'm so sleepy!" Fujita Yumi rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at the corner of the wall, seemingly talking to Cheng Shuang, but also seemingly talking to herself, "Akasaka-san is so handsome! I wish we were childhood friends!"
Cheng Shuang was speechless. When she was in fourth grade, she had no idea which boys were handsome or not. They were all jumping around like little monkeys, and the more mischievous ones only knew how to bully girls.
She gave a perfunctory "hmm," her gaze fixed on the students' school uniforms in the classroom.
The girls were dressed in standard white and blue sailor uniforms, and the boys were dressed in dark blue suits. Because they were all young children, they had an unexpectedly cute vibe.
Cheng Shuang frowned slightly. Was this death zone similar to Country R on Earth?
Her gaze swept outside and she saw the sign hanging at the door that read "Elementary School Grade 4, Group 3," and her eyes immediately lit up.
It should be Class 3, Grade 4?
The little girl, who had inexplicably failed two grades, puffed up her cheeks unhappily. Apart from being about the same height as a ten-year-old, she was completely different inside and out!
Fujita Yumi was a girl who didn't know how to read people's expressions. She didn't notice anything different about Cheng Shuang at all. She chattered like a little sparrow, constantly commenting on the boys and girls in the class. The topics revolved around who was prettier, who was more popular, who was annoying, who had better taste, and so on.
In short, the level of maturity in discussing this topic is completely unlike that of an elementary school student.
Cheng Shuang lowered her eyes and flipped through the book, familiarizing herself with the course progress. Although she was disturbed by the little girl's noise, in order not to let Fujita Yumi, who seemed to be very close to 'Yuko', notice anything unusual, she nodded from time to time in response, and occasionally she would quietly guide her to ask some questions about herself.
Fortunately, the school bell rang, and a gentle-smiling female teacher walked in and began the afternoon's lessons. Fujita Yumi also shut her talkative little mouth.
The realm of death is not the real world, so the teacher's pace of instruction is not fast. The teacher breaks down the knowledge bit by bit, fearing that the children's minds cannot accept too much content.
Once Cheng Shuang was sure she was keeping up with the class, she started organizing the information she had gleaned from Fujita Yumi. From the little girl's slightly sour tone, she gained some understanding of her own 'identity'.
Her name is Kawakami Yuuko. Her parents, older brother, and older sister have gone on a trip abroad, leaving her alone at home. Because the Kawakami and Akasaka families are neighbors, and their parents grew up together, their bond is as strong as brothers. In their generation, Akasaka Chisato, who is about the same age as Kawakami Yuuko, became her close childhood friend.
Now that Kawakami Yuko is entrusted to the Akasaka family for care, she actually just goes to the Akasaka family's house for dinner every night, then goes back to her own house to sleep and rest, and the next day Akasaka Chisato brings her breakfast bento to school together.
Classes ended quickly. Elementary school classes last until 2:30 or 3:30 in the afternoon. Students take turns cleaning the school in the morning and evening. Today it wasn't Cheng Shuang's turn. She packed her schoolbag and walked briskly to Akasaka Chisato's desk.
Before she could even speak, the students around her started to jeer.
The little girl belatedly twitched her lips, looked down at the impatient little boy whose ears were slightly red, said nothing, but couldn't possibly feel embarrassed or shy towards a little boy who was the same height as her.
Cheng Shuang, whose skin had long been thickened, remained expressionless. She wasn't embarrassed herself; it was others who would feel awkward.
Gradually, the mocking and jeering subsided. After all, it wasn't very interesting to be the only one enthusiastic about it, so everyone went back to doing what they were doing!