An Sanchuan forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace, his voice hoarse and weak: "Thank you, Captain, thank you everyone. I've been eating and living at the health center for so long without earning a single work point, and I really feel bad about it. Now that things are a bit better, I have to do some work, otherwise I'll be too ashamed to eat. I'll work slowly, as much as I can."
Having said that, Chen Fengshan couldn't stop him any longer, so he could only sigh and tell him not to be reckless.
Yan Yu glanced at it only once before pulling Ruan Tang to the area he was in charge of.
But in his heart, it felt as if a stone had been thrown in.
Something's not right with An Sanchuan.
Beneath that frail exterior lay a sense of incongruity that made him extremely uncomfortable.
That was a hunter's instinct towards his own kind in the apocalypse.
Without making a sound, he bent down, swung his sickle, and with a thought, a barely perceptible strand of spiritual energy, like a cold spider silk, silently wrapped around An Sanchuan.
Just as their spiritual power was about to touch, An Sanchuan, who was looking down to pick up his sickle, suddenly froze.
He looked up abruptly, like a wild beast being targeted by a venomous snake, his wary eyes instantly scanning the entire room!
His gaze swept quickly across the faces, some curious and some sympathetic, before finally pausing for a mere half-second on Yan Yu.
Yan Yu's movements remained unchanged, still the same posture of bending over and swinging the sickle, cold and efficient, no different from the other members of the commune around him.
An Sanchuan frowned, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, but his vigilance deepened. He withdrew his gaze, mentally raising the danger level of this place by one level.
The moment the other person looked up, Yan Yu decisively severed his mental connection.
But a tidal wave of emotions surged within him.
I can sense his mental energy probing!
Although the source could not be identified, that keen intuition... was definitely not something an ordinary sickly young man should possess.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation since he came into this world.
This auspicious brigade holds something he doesn't know.
Yan Yu's heart sank. He stopped trying and simply continued cutting the reeds silently and efficiently.
After finishing his work that morning, he immediately took Ruan Tang home.
As soon as he entered the room, Yan Yu's expression turned cold, carrying a chilling aura that only one would expect from an apocalyptic world.
Ruan Tang had already noticed that he was in a bad mood. After he took off his coat, she took his big hand, looked up at him with her little face and asked, "Brother, what's wrong? You've been unhappy since we came back from the reed field."
Yan Yu pulled her to sit on the kang (a heated brick bed), then sat down beside her, his voice low: "That new educated youth who came today has a problem."
He recounted how he had tried to test An Sanchuan with his mental power, only to be detected by the other party.
“He’s very perceptive. He sensed my presence as soon as my mental energy got close.” Yan Yu frowned. “Although he didn’t know it was me, this feeling is very unsettling.”
After listening, Ruan Tang tilted her head and began to ponder.
A moment later, she reached out her fair little hand and gently smoothed his furrowed brow.
"Brother, don't worry." Her voice was soft and sweet, as if it had a soothing magic.
"That's a method you're used to in the apocalypse. It's too domineering and too direct. It's like using a sledgehammer to kill a mosquito. It's too loud, so of course it's easy for people to notice."
She took Yan Yu's large hand and wrote something on his palm, stroke by stroke, until it tickled.
"Have you forgotten what I taught you? To refine your spiritual power into 'divine consciousness'."
"Divine sense is like water, nourishing things silently. Practice more, and when you can control it at will, flow past him quietly like water, and he will definitely not be able to detect you."
Looking at the little girl's serious face, Yan Yu's slight irritation was instantly soothed.
He grabbed her mischievous little hand, pulled it to his lips, and kissed it deeply.
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