Chapter 185: Volume 1_Chapter 185 Mermaid? Sirens? (2)

Volume 1_Chapter 185 Mermaid? Sirens? (2)

After they left, Jiang Zhi prepared to return to the guest room.

She knew the storm would arrive in the late night; there were plenty of life jackets on the ship, and each room was also equipped with sea rescue gear.

The label for this world is:

#Supernatural#

#Gore#

#Horror#

Words that look frightening at first glance.

She must prepare well for tonight.

As for the others…… even if she spoke up, they would probably think she was a lunatic.

Just as she turned to go inside, her peripheral vision unintentionally caught a glint of light reflecting off the sea surface.

She stared blankly in that direction, and in the blink of an eye she seemed to see a black‑gold fish tail, as dazzling as a brilliant gemstone, flashing by.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her eyes, looked carefully, and the sea surface was calm and waveless; it all seemed like her illusion.

Was it really her illusion???

Jiang Zhi couldn't help asking the system, 'Is the villain of this world human?'

777: 'Sorry, Host, I can't spoil it.'

All right. She quickly tossed that fish tail to the back of her mind, focusing on dealing with tomorrow night's affairs.

No wonder it's a luxury liner—the corridors are lavishly decorated, expensive Persian carpets lie flat underfoot, and the artworks displayed in the corners are priceless.

Not far away, a figure leaned against the door, wearing a white shirt with buttons fastened precisely, neat black short hair, gold‑rimmed glasses perched on the nose bridge, features deep and handsome, bearing an elegant and noble aura, faintly giving off the air of a refined scoundrel.

He was lowering his gaze to look at the phone in his hand.

He should be the male lead of this world, Chen Qi Bai—from a merchant family that has prospered for three generations; in his generation he is addicted to reading, unable to pull himself away, a typical bookworm, and has no intention of inheriting the family fortune.

Jiang Zhi glanced at him, then looked away, took out her room card, and as she walked past him the young man suddenly called out to her.

Through his lenses, her gaze seemed unfamiliar; his voice, deep like aged wine, asked, 'Do you have a computer in your room?'

Jiang Zhi looked bewildered, yet she answered friendly: 'I don't know either.'

She wouldn't care about whether there was a computer; right now the most important thing is to hurry and prepare supplies for surviving on a deserted island.

Chen Qi Bai raised his distinct‑knuckled fingers, pushed up his glasses, and said, 'I lost my room key; I called the front desk and they said they'd bring a new one right away, but I need a computer now for something—could you lend me the computer in your room?'

His attitude was very polite and sincere, his eyes especially earnest; although they didn't know each other, his words made people instinctively lower their guard.

Jiang Zhi couldn't refuse the male lead, otherwise she'd seem too conspicuous.

Forget it, I'll just be a tool for a few minutes.

She opened the door with her room card; a few minutes later she went to look at him—the young man's hands flew across the keyboard like a pianist, his ten fingers moving in a dazzling blur.

Jiang Zhi feared he would notice her intention, so she could only sit on the sofa and wait for him to finish using the computer and leave.

Yet time ticked by second by second; the watch showed seven o'clock in the evening, and the young man still hadn't finished—he was already immersed in the computer world, unable to break free, losing track of time.

Jiang Zhi could no longer hold back; she rose, walked to the desk, and tentatively asked, 'Um… senior?'

There was no response for a long time.

Perhaps her voice was too soft; Jiang Zhi cleared her throat and raised her volume: 'Senior!'

That 'senior' startled Chen Qi Bai; his thoughts jerked away from the computer, he leaned back, and only then realized he was in someone else's room.

He looked at the data on the computer and asked her, 'What's wrong?'

Jiang Zhi's brow twitched.

He shouldn't have been let into the room—three hours have passed; even playing Fight the Landlord should have drained all the happy beans, so how could he stay online nonstop?

She consoled herself, thinking the world is so beautiful, she shouldn't get angry.

'It's so late, senior, aren't you going back to eat?'

Chen Qi Bai replied upon hearing her: 'I ate something when I came back, I'm not hungry.'

Jiang Zhi: '………'

He's not hungry, but she is! The storm is about to hit, and she hasn't prepared anything at all.

'Senior, the front desk should have delivered your room key by now, do you want…' she trailed off, the meaning already clear.

Chen Qi Bai chuckled lightly and said, 'I'll finish these data shortly; I might still need to borrow your computer.'

Saying that, he asked doubtfully, 'Do you urgently need it? You can use mine first.'

Jiang Zhi glanced at the computer screen, where columns of complex data looked like endless rows of ants; she quickly looked away and rubbed her dizzy eyes.

She lowered her head to check the time on her watch, then looked again at Chen Qi Bai, who lingered unwilling to leave.

In an instant her shoulders slumped listlessly, and she said weakly, 'It's fine, you can use it.'

Having said that, she turned and sat back down on the sofa.

She's run into bad luck.

Chen Qi Bai glanced at her back, pushed up his glasses, took out his phone, and ordered some food.

Soon the room door was knocked on.

Jiang Zhi went to open the door and saw a variety of sumptuous dishes on the serving cart; she couldn't help salivating, smelling the tempting aroma, her eyes lighting up.

Dinner on this cruise is available anytime, but only for certain VIPs—for example, the male lead Chen Qi Bai, who grew up with a rich second‑generation friend, and also the object of that rich second‑generation's affection, He Jing Rou.

As the original host, a cannon‑fodder character, she could never enjoy such treatment.

If one wants to eat dinner, they must go to the restaurant on time; there's no way to order food casually like this.

Chen Qi Bai stood beside her and said, 'Go ahead and eat; I ordered all of this for you.'

Jiang Zhi stared for a few seconds, blankly looking at the young man beside her, then at the feast before her.

This plot is a bit weird.

Never mind, eating her fill is important; whether this kind of cannon fodder like her can survive tonight is a question.

She had no decorum, her cheeks bulging like a hamster's as she stuffed food in, as if racing against time to enter a big‑eater competition.

There's not much time left before the storm.

Chen Qi Bai, watching her eat from the side, showed a flicker of surprise; he who always kept proper table manners, chewing slowly and swallowing carefully, had never seen a girl like her who cared nothing for her image.

Having removed her hat, she revealed a neat, ear‑length bob, her skin slightly dark, her face delicate and pretty, her amber eyes sparkling like stars—bright enough to seem able to dispel all darkness in the world, drawing the gaze in easily.

Chen Qi Bai averted his gaze without a trace, his pupils flickering faintly behind the clear lenses.

After Jiang Zhi had eaten and drunk her fill, Chen Qi Bai, coming over from the computer, said, "I've fixed it. Thank you."

Jiang Zhi slipped her hands into her hoodie pockets, wearing the supermarket's buy‑one‑get‑one‑free plastic slippers, she walked him to the door and said, "It's fine."

Chen Qi Bai was about to ask her name when the door clicked shut from inside.

He pushed up his glasses; the bright light above reflected off the lenses, giving no hint of his expression as the corners of his mouth lifted in a helpless smile.