194: Chapter 194 A Bowl of Hot Porridge Shatters Chu Feng's Savior Dream

10:00 PM.

A notebook was spread out on the desk in the master bedroom.

Xia Qingqiu sat beside Lin Yuan, holding a pen and lecturing for fifteen minutes.

"Requests, reports, approvals."

"The format is different, and the tone is different too."

Lin Yuan listened very attentively.

At the sixteenth minute.

Lin Yuan closed the notebook.

"Class dismissed."

Just as Xia Qingqiu was about to get up, her wrist was grabbed.

She was pulled right in front of Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan took off her glasses and placed them on the table.

"Next is the practical lesson."

Xia Qingqiu's ears turned red instantly.

She didn't struggle.

She only whispered: "The light... turn it off."

Lin Yuan didn't turn it off; he kissed her lips directly.

Outside the window, the wind swept across the mountaintop.

The room remained quiet for a long time.

Later, Xia Qingqiu's healing Superpower flared up a few times.

The green light was very faint.

Every time it lit up, she quickly suppressed it herself.

[Ding! Target Xia Qingqiu (Beauty 89), emotional fluctuation has reached the extreme!]

[Affection +18%, current affection 35%.]

[Affection has exceeded the critical threshold, obtained 50% base attribute bonus from the target! (Target Physique: 14, Spirit: 20)]

Lin Yuan lay on the bed, looking at the system panel.

Xia Qingqiu curled up under the quilt, only revealing a flushed ear tip.

Releasing a healing Superpower while fighting.

Can you even play like that?

Aside from Qin Yumo, this was the second existence that could barely go one-on-one with Lin Yuan.

Of course, that was on the condition that Lin Yuan didn't continue to grow stronger.

Lin Yuan glanced at her.

This teacher really should be kept by his side more often for guidance in the future.

The phone screen lit up.

Su Xiaonuan sent a message.

"Boss Lin, can Teacher Xia still attend class normally tomorrow?"

Lin Yuan replied with one word.

"Yes."

Under the quilt, Xia Qingqiu's ear tips turned even redder.

3:00 AM.

The small workshop next to the B3 level was still lit.

Tang Qiqi was hunched over the sewing machine, her hair frizzed up by static electricity.

She had made a set of dark red short-sleeved martial arts tops and arm guards for B-01.

She made a set of dark gray one-piece tactical suits for B-02.

As for the remaining C-rank Zombie Girls, they all used standard black combat uniforms.

Inside every set of clothes, a tag was sewn.

"Tang Qiqi Studio, Second Batch."

After finishing the last stitch, she looked up at the black short jacket in the cabinet.

There was a white butterfly on the back.

That belonged to Number Seven.

Tang Qiqi stared for a long time, then finally folded the jacket and locked it in the cabinet.

"Keep it."

"In case there's a new Number Seven in the future."

The next evening.

The third Red Moon descended.

Red light pressed down over Cloud Top Palace.

Below the mountain, the Zombie Horde was like black seawater, surging up along the winding mountain road.

This time, the scale was three times that of the previous two rounds.

Lin Yuan did not let Lin Motong restrict the Zombie Horde; after all, training troops was still very necessary.

Captain Han Xue stood on the wall of the Outer Circle, her whistle piercing the night.

"Shield wall, press forward!"

Lu Yan pressed his hands to the ground.

Boom.

Three layers of stone walls rose from the ground like rows of gears, cutting the Zombie Horde into several segments.

Tang Qiqi stood in front of the energy cabin console, her hands pressed on the conductive pillars.

Blue current flowed from her fingertips into the system.

The nuclear reactor roared.

The energy shield lit up with a layer of pale blue light film.

"The Electric Mouse is online!"

"Nobody think about stealing my electricity today!"

Liu Qing sat in the main control room, a string of data popping up on the screen.

"Shield stable."

"B-01 and B-02 have entered the Outer Circle."

Below the mountainside.

Two B-rank Zombie Girls led twelve C-rank assault teams and charged into the zombie crowd.

B-01, in her dark red outfit, was fast, specifically targeting the joints of high-level Mutants.

B-02, in her dark gray tactical suit, was even more ruthless, directly tearing open the chest of a C-rank Crawler and grabbing the red crystal core.

Lin Motong sat in the command room chair, hugging her tattered teddy bear, drinking cola.

Six hours later.

The Red Moon receded.

Cloud Top Palace had zero casualties.

The number of crystal cores in the warehouse had doubled.

The laborers in the Outer Circle watched the boxes of crystal cores being carried in, and no one spoke.

Previously, the Red Moon was a disaster.

Now, the Red Moon was like collecting rent.

Lin Yuan stood in front of the study window on the second floor.

A layer of white mist condensed on the glass.

He exhaled, and the white breath quickly dissipated.

Su Muxue walked over.

"The temperature is dropping too fast."

"This isn't a normal seasonal change."

Lin Yuan looked outside.

The system was very quiet.

No player countdown.

No prompts.

As if nothing had happened.

Winter had arrived.

But this time, it shouldn't just be winter that had arrived.

The next day for breakfast.

The Inner Circle of Tiangong No. 1 was kept at a constant twenty-two degrees.

Steam rose from the dining table.

Jiang Xiaowan, with her barely visible baby bump, sat on Lin Yuan's right.

Feng Qingwu stood on her left, holding a juice.

Jiang Xiaowan glanced at her.

"Why are you standing? Sit down."

Feng Qingwu smiled steadily.

"Big sister, you sit steadily first. I'm afraid of bumping into the treasure."

Jiang Xiaowan sneered.

"You sure know how to talk."

"I learned it from you, big sister."

Su Xiaonuan placed a plate of fruit between the two.

"Don't talk while eating."

Both shut up simultaneously.

Su Muxue glanced at Jiang Xiaowan's stomach.

"Stop rubbing it all the time."

Jiang Xiaowan was stunned.

Su Muxue continued: "Usually, it doesn't show until after four months. You're likely just overeating right now."

Jiang Xiaowan's face stiffened.

Tang Qiqi, hunched over the table with sparks of electricity at her fingertips, was heating up milk.

She almost spat out laughing.

Wang Ya came out of the kitchen with an apron tied around her waist.

When she bent down to pick up food for Lin Motong, the apron string loosened and slipped to her hip bone.

Wang Ya casually tied it back up.

Lin Motong lowered her head to eat, whispering: "Mom's cooking is delicious."

A gray-white ring flickered in Wang Ya's eyes.

"Eat slowly."

Lin Yuan looked around the circle.

Betrayed and stabbed to death by Shen Qingyue in his previous life.

In this life, he was living like this.

Pretty good.

A week later.

Jiang City cooled down to minus eight degrees.

The Inner Circle of Tiangong No. 1 remained warm as usual.

The Outer Circle laborer area was also issued quilts and coal stoves.

Things were different down the mountain.

Liu Qing adjusted the surveillance screen to the big screen.

Jiangcheng University.

In the classroom, students were curled up in balls, wrapped in bedsheets.

The farmland on the playground was covered in a layer of white frost.

The area where Ma Chao was "planted" in the soil had half of its plants withered.

Liu Qing pushed up her glasses.

"Below five degrees, Ma Chao's plant Superpower activity drops by seventy percent."

"Jiang University has enough food for ten days at most."

"The death rate of search parties is rising."

The screen switched.

At the gate of Jiang University, someone was sneaking out.

Just as they climbed over the wall, they were pounced on by two zombies.

Chu Feng rushed out to save people.

Flames exploded.

But his clothes were thin and drafty, and his movements were half a beat slower than before.

Su Xiaonuan stood behind Lin Yuan, whispering: "They can't hold on anymore."

Lin Yuan flipped through the ledger.

"People have to be cold to know how much fire is worth."

That evening.

In front of the gate of the Outer Circle of Cloud Top Palace.

Chu Feng stood alone in the snow.

He was wearing an old military coat, the fabric too thin to block the wind.

Frost had formed on his eyelashes.

On the wall, Captain Han Xue held the walkie-talkie.

"Boss Lin, Chu Feng is here."

"He didn't knock."

"He's been standing there for twenty minutes."

In the study.

Lin Yuan was reconciling accounts with Su Xiaonuan.

Hearing this, he paused for a second.

"Let him in."

"Give him a bowl of hot porridge."

In the Inner Circle meeting room.

Chu Feng held the bowl with both hands and took three sips before speaking.

"Lin Yuan."

"Jiang University can't hold on much longer."

Lin Yuan sat in the main seat.

Su Xiaonuan stood on the right.

Xu Qiangwei, Fang Xiaoxiao, Fatty, and Skinny were also there.

They were now wearing clean cotton clothes, their complexions much better than when they were at Jiang University.

Chu Feng laid out the situation point by point.

"Two thousand three hundred people."

"Less than three hundred pieces of warm clothing."

"Half of Ma Chao's plant Superpower is useless."

He looked up at Lin Yuan.

"I need supplies."

"Cotton clothes, food, fuel."

"crystal cores as collateral, paid in installments."

Lin Yuan didn't answer immediately.

He looked at Su Xiaonuan.

Su Xiaonuan opened the ledger.

"Jiang University's current debt."

"Serum, antidote, supplies, training supplements."

"Equivalent to one thousand two hundred C-rank crystal cores."

The meeting room went quiet.

Fatty lowered his head.

Fang Xiaoxiao bit her lip.

Xu Qiangwei couldn't help but speak.

"Chu Feng."

"Why don't you... join Lin Yuan's system."

"It's better for everyone this way."

Chu Feng was silent for five seconds.

Then he shook his head.

"Jiang University is independent."

"I can owe him."

"But I cannot hand over the decision-making power for over two thousand people."

Xu Qiangwei closed her eyes and didn't speak again.

She knew Chu Feng would choose this.

But she also knew that Jiang University didn't have many chances left to make the wrong choice.

Lin Yuan looked at Chu Feng.

This person still had that stubbornness from his previous life.

The difference was, in the previous life, Chu Feng died after his stubbornness.

In this life, he was still alive after being stubborn.

And he brought Jiang University along with him to be stubborn.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair.

"Five hundred cotton coats."

"Twenty tons of grain."

"Two trucks of fuel blocks."

Chu Feng looked up.

Lin Yuan continued: "Interest doubles."

"If it's not paid off before the next Red Moon, all Awakened Ones from Jiang University will serve in Tiangong No. 1 for three months to pay off the debt."

"Lin Yuan!"

Chu Feng stood up abruptly, knocking over the wooden chair in front of him because of the sudden movement.

"You are drinking the blood of two thousand people from Jiang University!" Chu Feng's temple veins bulged, his eyes bloodshot.

"Are two thousand three hundred human lives just numbers on your ledger and slaves for service in your eyes?!"

The temperature in the meeting room rose suddenly.

Fatty and Fang Xiaoxiao were scared into holding their breath, subconsciously shrinking back.

"Chu Feng, get one thing straight."

Lin Yuan tapped the armrest with his fingers, his tone calm.

"It is you who are begging me."

"What does the life or death of two thousand three hundred people have to do with me?"

He pointed to the hot porridge in front of Chu Feng.

"Your so-called 'dignity' is not even worth a bowl of hot porridge in the eyes of those freezing to death."

"You want to be a savior, fine, I gave you the chance."

"You can leave now. The door isn't locked."

In the large meeting room, only Chu Feng's heavy breathing remained.

He looked at the room, warm as spring, looking at those former classmates wearing clean cotton clothes and with rosy complexions.

Then he thought of the students at Jiang University shivering in bedsheets, waiting for him to bring back hope.

His pride was crushed to pieces by Lin Yuan at this moment.

But he didn't even have the qualification to be angry.

Chu Feng gripped the porridge bowl tightly.

The bowl wall made a faint sound, and a crack quietly spread.

Fang Xiaoxiao wanted to speak, but her wrist was pressed by Xu Qiangwei.

Finally, Chu Feng slowly lowered his head.

"Deal."