Chapter 318 My Friend's Name is Jiang Feichi
Faced with Zhang Yan's accusations, Zhao Lan simply explained slowly, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not insulting you. It's just that my team only accepts people with disabilities, and you don't seem to have any disabilities at all."
The implication is that if there's nothing wrong with the body, then there must be something wrong with the brain.
Zhang Yan's eyes darted around, and he nodded seriously. "That's right, I'm mentally challenged. I have a very serious brain disease. Please take me in."
Zhao Lan looked at him with some suspicion: "The original purpose of my car team was to help people who have difficulty surviving here. If your brain disease doesn't affect your survival, then don't take up space in the car team..."
Zhang Yan immediately covered his head, feigning pain, and said, "It's serious, extremely serious! My brain disease is seriously affecting my survival! Do you know? Sometimes I become delirious and even faint. If I faint while driving, what terrible consequences would that have? If your convoy doesn't take me in, I'll just have to wait to die."
Zhao Lan frowned, seemingly considering the veracity of Zhang Yan's words.
He looks...
It doesn't seem like he has a brain disorder.
Zhao Lan: "What illness do you have?"
Zhang Yan casually made up a story: "Local necrosis of brain tissue."
Zhao Lan: "What kind of illness is that?"
Facing Zhao Lan's questioning gaze, Zhang Yan gave a weathered smile, "Never heard of it, have you? It's a very rare brain disease, with a cure rate of less than one percent worldwide."
Zhao Lan: "If that's the case, why don't you go and seek refuge with Mengmeng? You're friends, she shouldn't abandon you, right?"
Zhang Yan: "..." How come this person has so many questions! Is she a walking encyclopedia of questions?
He thought for a moment, then leaned closer to Zhao Lan and whispered, "Let me tell you the truth, Mengmeng... has ulterior motives towards me! If I were to side with her, wouldn't that be like a lamb being led to the slaughter? After much consideration, I think you are the most suitable."
Zhao Lan: "..."
Ultimately, after Zhang Yan's persistent pleading, Zhao Lan agreed to let him join the team.
Zhang Yan breathed a sigh of relief; at least he could stay.
After a while, someone came to call Zhao Lan for dinner: "Captain Zhao, dinner is ready."
She was a middle-aged woman who was missing her left hand, and her expression was one of gratitude as she faced Zhao Lan.
Looking over, Zhang Yan saw several tables set up not far from the road, with steaming hot dishes on them, all cooked in large pots, but they tasted quite good.
At a glance, there were more than twenty people gathered around the table. They all had varying degrees of physical disabilities, and most of them were women.
A thin woman with a leg disability brought Zhang Yan a chair and said in a friendly manner, "Young man, sit down and eat with me."
"Don't bother, I can do it myself," Zhang Yan said hurriedly.
The woman nodded and limped to sit down to the side.
Zhang Yan suddenly remembered something and asked Zhao Lan in a low voice, "Aren't players supposed to be fully healthy when they enter the game? Why are they still..."
Zhao Lan: "I was injured after entering this place." She glanced at Zhang Yan and casually asked, "Did you also develop your brain condition later?"
Zhang Yan's face stiffened. "Yes, yes..."
He lowered his head and tactfully drank water to hide his guilty conscience, afraid that Zhao Lan would notice something amiss.
Zhao Lan didn't ask any further questions and lowered her head to eat.
Zhang Yan stopped talking and ate his meal.
After the meal, Zhao Lan gathered everyone together to discuss the plans for tomorrow.
"Tomorrow I'll take four people to farm the Magic Tower for money. The rest of us will continue traveling, exchanging any extra mileage for coins, and picking up any supply crates we find. We'll open them all together tonight. Also, who doesn't have enough money to cover tomorrow's survival resources?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than half of the people raised their hands.
Zhao Lan transferred money to each of the people who had raised their hands, and the crowd dispersed.
Zhang Yan looked at Zhao Lan with a strange expression: "Are all the people in the convoy supported by you?"
Zhao Lan: "It's not that I support them. At most, I organize them, make the most of each person's strengths, and help them survive better."
Zhang Yan, however, thought of how her ranking had vanished without a trace from the top ten.
He bluntly stated, "Is this how your money disappears?"
Zhao Lan neither confirmed nor denied it.
Zhang Yan found it unbelievable: "Are you planning to support them indefinitely?"
Zhao Lan pursed her lips, seemingly unwilling to continue the topic: "They also put in the work; it wasn't all thanks to me."
Of course, she also contributed a considerable amount of money.
But in her view, human life is far more important than money.
Zhang Yan thought Zhao Lan was a bit foolish: "Those people are none of your business, why are you going to such lengths? Besides, survival games are destined to involve death. You can only save a few, not everyone."
In his view, Zhao Lan's behavior was simply incomprehensible.
In this place where there are no laws or moral constraints, he has witnessed the darkness of human nature.
Some people kill others in order to seize their resources.
Some people form caravans to expand their own power and plunder more resources for survival.
But he had never met anyone like Zhao Lan who helped others without expecting anything in return.
More importantly, isn't she afraid of encountering ungrateful people?
Perhaps Zhang Yan's gaze was too direct, because Zhao Lan smiled and said, "I did this simply to feel fulfilled. I certainly can't save all of them, but I can do my best to do so."
If it weren't so inappropriate, Zhang Yan would have said, "You're not a savior, you should mind your own business first."
After all, in the scene he saw, Zhao Lan, like him, had become a puppet.
But then I thought, if it weren't for the other person's personality, he might not have been able to join the team.
So he smiled and said, "You are the kindest person I have ever met. What did you do for a living before? Were you a kindergarten teacher, a doctor, or something else?"
Zhao Lan shook her head: "No, I'm a soldier."
Zhang Yan stared wide-eyed in astonishment: "Are you kidding me?"
Zhao Lan: "Why would I joke with you?"
Zhang Yan: "It doesn't seem like it. Which military region were you in before?"
Zhao Lan: "Southwest Military Region".
Zhang Yan's eyes lit up. "I have a friend who is also from the Southwest Military Region. He works in the 317th Unit."
Zhao Lan was surprised, "I'm also in the Southwest Military Region, Unit 317."
Zhang Yan exclaimed excitedly, "That's such a coincidence! My friend's name is Jiang Feichi, do you know him?"
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Lan shook her head. "I don't know him."
Zhang Yan murmured, "Don't you recognize me? You're in the same unit. My friend is quite famous in the army, how could I not recognize him?"
Zhao Lan: "They're probably not in the same company."
Zhang Yan: "Perhaps."
He didn't take the little incident to heart and chatted with Zhao Lan about other things. After Zhao Lan yawned frequently, he finally let her go to rest.
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