From the melancholy in his tone, Xiao Jin could tell that Xiang Lei, whom Feng Mingyang was talking about, was probably already dead.
However, after his reminder, Xiao Jin did indeed recall it.
But... Feng Mingyang seems quite different from the cheerful young man I remembered!
But then Xiao Jin realized that this was normal, since they had just entered and were unfamiliar with everything about the survival game.
To put it bluntly, they haven't received a severe beating yet.
Feng Mingyang has grown a lot.
While it was nice to run into acquaintances, neither Xiao Jin nor Feng Mingyang were particularly outgoing people.
So Xiao Jin left after chatting for a while.
I glanced at the time; it was already 7 p.m., so I decided to go back and rest.
………………
As soon as Xiao Jin opened the door, her fingers touched the cold doorknob, and she keenly caught a slight movement coming from inside.
There was a sudden pause in breathing inside, as if startled by the unexpected noise.
The man then took a deep breath and tried to lower his breathing as much as possible, attempting to blend into the quiet environment around him.
Xiao Jin's lips curled into a smile as she thought to herself: They're quite alert!
Without further hesitation, she pushed hard, and the door to the live broadcast room opened with a slight creak.
Inside the door, Duan Ziyue sat in the distance, never daring to put down the short knife in her hand.
The moment she saw Xiao Jin, Duan Ziyue's eyes lit up instantly, her lips unconsciously curving upwards, and her voice filled with undisguised joy: "You're back."
Immediately afterwards, Duan Ziyue's gaze inadvertently fell on the food bag in Xiao Jin's hand.
The alluring colors peeking through the bag, along with the pungent aroma emanating from it, acted like an invisible hook, stirring up her long-dormant hunger.
Duan Ziyue's throat bobbed involuntarily, and she subconsciously swallowed. It smelled so good.
Just then, something even more awkward happened.
Duan Ziyue's stomach protested, making a rumbling sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet room.
Duan Ziyue's face instantly turned bright red. She quickly reached out and covered her stomach, her eyes filled with embarrassment and shyness.
If there were a crack in the ground in front of her, she would definitely crawl into it immediately.
Seeing this, Xiao Jin's smile widened.
She gently shook the bag of food in her hand: "Come and eat."
Duan Ziyue chuckled: "So you went to find something to eat? Thanks, brother."
Xiao Jin didn't explain; she simply said that was it.
Duan Ziyue rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, quickly shook the water off her hands, and almost ran back to the dining table, where she plopped down in a chair.
That impatient energy was like someone who hadn't eaten for years.
However, when Duan Ziyue scanned the desktop with anticipation, her expression froze the moment she saw what was on it.
Duan Ziyue's eyes widened suddenly, and her neck involuntarily stretched forward: "No way! Braised prawns, spicy grilled fish, pine nut corn? Is this...is this real?"
She murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief.
The braised prawns are brightly colored, with tempting sauce clinging to their shells. The spicy grilled fish exudes a fragrant aroma, with its skin grilled to a golden brown and crispy. The pine nut and corn kernels are distinct and colorful, making it a dish that is sure to make your mouth water just by looking at it.
Which of these dishes is worthy of her, a person stranded in the apocalypse?
Moreover, there was no shortage of staple food. In addition to rice, there were also plump white dumplings, and chilled plum juice was served in a transparent glass bottle with fine water droplets hanging on the bottle wall, giving off a cool feeling.
Duan Ziyue's gaze swept across the dining table, a profound and indescribable shock welling up within her.
The words that came out of his mouth were: "You're not going to find food, you're going to make it fresh, aren't you!"
But then a wave of shame washed over Duan Ziyue. She really deserved to die!
Duan Ziyue found it hard to imagine how Xiao Jin could prepare such a 'luxurious' dinner in such a short time.
Just think about it, it must be incredibly difficult to find these ingredients now.
Supermarkets, residential buildings, hotels—aren't they all places teeming with zombies?
Duan Ziyue silently lowered her head. She really was useless. Not only did the young man have to take care of her, but she also had to trouble him to cook for her.
Seeing the child's face change drastically several times, Xiao Jin picked up the rice bowl expressionlessly: "What are you daydreaming about? Eat quickly."
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Jin added, "I don't like to compromise. I also need to eat."
No matter what she said, Duan Ziyue was already convinced that Xiao Jin was taking care of her. She ate heartily while thinking to herself.
I absolutely can't let this guy down. I have to eat it all...
After finishing their meal, the two quickly tidied up the messy bed and the slightly cluttered sofa.
Duan Ziyue's gaze swept across the small live-streaming room, finally settling on the single bed.
"You can sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa." She voluntarily gave up her bed and tossed her little backpack onto it.
Xiao Jin was slightly taken aback, but she didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the bed, gently lying down.
Her body was instantly enveloped by the soft mattress. She turned her head to look at Duan Ziyue, only to see her struggling to curl up in the obviously too small sofa.
The sofa in the live-streaming room was very small. Duan Ziyue, who is about 1.6 meters tall, could only curl up in an extremely awkward position on the sofa, with her calves hanging outside the sofa armrests and her body pressed tightly against the edge of the sofa.
Her brows furrowed slightly, clearly indicating that this sleeping position was not comfortable.
However, in this state, within just five minutes, Xiao Jin heard regular breathing sounds coming from not far away.
Duan Ziyue is asleep.
The only sound in the entire live stream room was Duan Ziyue's even breathing.
Duan Ziyue didn't sleep in the cafeteria last night, and neither did everyone else.
The group was terrified and their minds were completely blank; how could they possibly fall asleep?
But tonight was different; Xiao Jin gave her a sense of security.
And once she fell asleep, Duan Ziyue slept straight through until dawn.
Xiao Jin swore that she definitely didn't hear a single sound of gunfire or fighting last night.
When Duan Ziyue opened her eyes in the morning, she found herself lying in a small bed, while Xiao Jin was standing by the window, holding a pair of binoculars.
Duan Ziyue quickly got up, but as soon as she stood up, she felt sore all over, and her face immediately scrunched up.
Ouch~ It's numb!
Happy New Year, everyone! May your lives and careers soar to new heights in the coming year, and may you have great luck and wealth! (*^▽^*)
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