With the influx of new people into the base, Lin Su was surrounded by many new psychics. In addition to Cheng Song, a level 6 wind-type psychic, there was also a level 5 earth-type psychic named Zhu Lang.
Different from Cheng Song who is flexible and changeable, Zhu Lang is tall and fierce, looks a bit simple, and is very calm and honest. When a person with too many twists and turns in his mind works with a simple and honest person, many things will unknowingly pile up on the head of that simple and honest person.
"Zhu Lang, please help distribute the documents needed for the meeting." Cheng Song handed him a bunch of documents.
If other high-level psychics were assigned such a small task, even if they would not say anything on the surface, they would still have some doubts in their hearts. However, Zhu Lang went there with a good temper, and after finishing the task, he would even ask others if they needed help.
This kind of personality is really a bit of a pushover, it's just that his ability level is high, otherwise he would be bullied to death in the end times. Fortunately for his high level, Cheng Song is the only one in the entire central area who can bully him.
He was constantly busy with small tasks in the central area, and when going out to hunt zombies, he was ordered to charge at the front. Overtime and night patrols were common. No one could bear such things, but Zhu Lang had to accept them.
"Mr. Cheng, if you need an assistant, I can arrange a few more for you." Wang Tai said seriously.
Although Brother Lin said that he doesn't have to be afraid of anyone in the central area and won't avoid anyone, but Brother Lin's... Ming Tang also has a sixth-level supernatural power. If he offends this person, it will still cause trouble for Brother Lin.
It just so happens that Cheng Song's behavior is sometimes too extreme. Zhu Lang didn't say anything, but many people couldn't stand it when they saw it.
Cheng Song heard Wang Tai's words and turned around and said with a smile: "Do you think I am bullying Zhu Lang?"
Wang Tai's face was stiff, but he didn't mention that person at all: "No."
"Brother Lin doesn't object to this." Cheng Song stood there lazily, suddenly ruffling Wang Tai's hair and turning away, "The little brat doesn't know anything."
He walked away in a dashing manner, but Wang Tai's hair was a bit messy in the wind. "...little brat?"
"He's indeed still young." Lin Su passed by him, looked at his new look and smiled.
Wang Tai quickly tidied his hair down and looked at Lin Su and said, "Brother Lin, is it really okay to let it go like this?"
"Cheng Song has his own way of doing things," Lin Su said. The zombie's behavior was somewhat different from that of ordinary people. But if he really thought there was something wrong with Zhu Lang, or hated him and wanted to get rid of him, it would have been faster to just bring in a wave of zombies. But he didn't. He was just embarrassed by such a trivial matter, and naturally he had his reasons. "Don't worry about him. If anything really goes wrong, I'll take care of it."
"Okay, I understand." Wang Tai took Lin Su's words as the standard for everything.
After Wang Tai left, Lin Su glanced at Zhu Lang who was still busy. Even though he was a level five psychic, the constant busyness still made beads of sweat hang on his face. The man was carrying heavy objects, and when the sweat flowed down his face, he just put the objects down and wiped it with the hem of his clothes, and then continued to move things.
Someone passing by whistled, "Brother Zhu has a nice figure."
His muscles are indeed very strong, and it is obvious that they are the result of regular exercise. It's just that they are not strictly managed, so they look a little too strong.
Zhu Lang laughed twice: "Not bad."
Someone came over to help, and it wasn't too difficult to move those things.
With a good temper and good interpersonal relationships, an average level five psychic can live a decent life in the apocalypse, especially in the Pojun base. With all the work here recovering, people's lives will only be better than before.
The Central District does not have strict requirements for clothing, but this person is wearing a sweat shirt. Although his shoes are clean, they have turned yellow or even black due to long-term wear and tear.
[Host, is there something wrong with him?] 06 asked.
Data analysis shows that there is nothing unusual about this person, but ordinary people can cause damage to Ming Tang, so any possible risks must be prevented.
[No problem.] Lin Su said.
He can confirm that the people who have no problems have a probability of being without problems that is basically close to 100%.
Because of his busy work, it was already very late at night when Zhu Lang got off work and returned home. When he opened the door, the cabin was lit with a bright light that made people sigh. A young man with delicate and cute looks was sitting under the light and looking at the door.
Looking at him, Zhu Lang felt that the busy day was worth it: "Jiang Ruan, I'm back."
The young man sitting there was originally full of anticipation, but when he saw him, his round almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly, revealing a somewhat pitiful feeling: "Why did you come back just now? I've been waiting for you for a long time~"
"I'm a little late because I haven't finished my work yet. I'll definitely speed up next time." Zhu Lang coaxed, "Have you eaten? I'll make it now."
"I ate it. I heated up the meal you prepared this morning and ate it. I wanted to prepare dinner and wait for you to come back, but I accidentally scratched my hand with the kitchen knife, and it hurts when it touches water. I'm sorry, I'm so useless." Jiang Ruan said with his eyes lowered.
"Where's the injury?" Zhu Lang held his hand with both hands and blew carefully when he saw the wound on his index finger. "I told you not to cook. Just stay home and be good. I'll make it for you and put it away. You can just heat it up and eat it."
"You eat when you wake up and sleep when you are full every day. If you keep doing this, you will get fat." Jiang Ruan retracted his hand and said.
"You're not fat, you're too thin." Zhu Lang rubbed his hands and said, "I'll make you something delicious. What do you want to eat?"
"I can't eat at night." Jiang Ruan said, "You'll really get fat. I'll just watch you eat."
Zhu Lang walked into the kitchen with a simple smile, but he didn't notice that the boy behind him took the towel beside him to wipe his hands, looked at him and rolled his eyes.
Zhu Lang is very popular in the Central District, and some people who come and go know that he has a male lover who he has been dating for more than a year.
"That's awesome! When can we let everyone see it?" someone joked.
"That's right. It's already this time. It doesn't really matter whether you're a man or a woman. With Brother Lin here, no one can laugh at you, right?" Someone patted Zhu Lang on the shoulder.
Lin Su watched them laughing and playing without saying anything. In fact, in such a busy apocalypse, being able to laugh and play a little can also be a spice of life.
Cheng Song sat on the table next to Lin Su and tossed a crystal core. "Brother Lin has played a very good leading role, but I haven't met your lover yet."
The Zombie King's lover sounds like a human.
He was obviously interested. Lin Su glanced at him casually and said, "You'll see him when he comes out of confinement."
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