Chapter 1282: Hot‑blooded College Guy, Online Zombie Slaying 04

After a ten-minute argument, Jin Chen led Chu Shu, who insisted on coming along to help, and Wei Xian, who claimed he could take care of the zombies, upstairs again.

"Don't worry, Brother Jin!" Zhou Xuan, disabled but resolute, rose to his feet, his lower body still slightly trembling, leaning on Liu Zhi's shoulder as he cheered for Jin Chen.

"The spirit of our 618 dorm is with you!"

Jin Chen brushed off the toxic remark with an eye roll.

Chu Shu reacted even more strongly: "Holy shit, Zhou Xuan! If you don't want to see the little master return, just say so!"

This time going upstairs required extra caution; as before, Wei Xian led the way, and under everyone's gaze the three slowly disappeared into the dark corner.

Having learned that the guide was dead, they instinctively didn't want to let the bold ones die; everyone's nerves were taut, and from time to time they could hear others muttering curses.

The rich second‑generation asked Zhou Xuan puzzledly, "You're all from the same dorm, what is this 'dorm spirit' that makes those two guys react so strongly?"

Zhou Xuan was hesitating whether to let Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng check if his manhood was still functional, but recalling Brother Jin's attitude toward Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng upstairs just now…

Coincidentally, the rich second‑generation's voice snapped Zhou Xuan back to attention; he let out an "ah," then immediately clenched his fists, vigorous and spirited, and recited in a proper announcer's tone.

"If it won't die, beat it to death!"

"618 Warrior Brigade, never surrender!"

"What an incredibly uplifting slogan!"

The rich second‑generation blinked, scratched his face, and laughed, "Ahahaha!"

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen withdrew his gaze from the second floor, his expression hard to put into words, and said, "What do you study?"

"They actually managed to use such a passionate slogan."

Liu Zhi adjusted his glasses, "Esports, forever passionate."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen: "……"

"No wonder they're all chuunibyou youths."

Having been saved by Jin Chen twice in a row, Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen felt he ought to do something.

So he reached out to Liu Zhi, voice calm, "Hand over the glasses."

"What for?" Liu Zhi objected, unwilling to lose his actual glasses—his 700-degree myopia wasn't an exaggeration; if he couldn't tell zombies from humans, he'd be doomed.

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen: "I can fix the glasses."

Liu Zhi choked a little, then gave Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen an incredulous, lightning‑fast look, as if he hadn't expected this person's observational skills to be so impressive.

"Thank you, Doctor Jiang Jiang Yisheng," Liu Zhi solemnly handed over his glasses to Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen, "I'm deeply grateful."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen looked at his expressionless face, refraining from commenting on the truth of those words.

Fortunately, Zhou Xuan promptly explained, "Xiao Zhi has facial paralysis, but his inner life is rich."

"We can't just sit idle; we should also think of more solutions." The rich second‑generation cracked his knuckles, rummaged through his backpack, but found nothing besides various electronic devices now unusable.

He instantly wilted, starting to feel sentimental: "Damn, if I'd known, I'd have listened to my dad and stayed home preparing for an arranged marriage."

Feelings of sorrow and collapse never ceased in the factory; several girls cried until their eyes were red and swollen, but now they've calmed down considerably, and everyone gathered together to think of solutions.

"I'll count how many people we have now, so we can know who's missing; using numbers as codes makes it easier to remember."

The youth in the checkered shirt seemed quite adept at data statistics, although his legs were weak as he stood.

With Zhou Xuan volunteering to help, the people in the factory quickly finished the count.

"Adding the three people on the second floor, we still have twenty‑five."

"Whether you call it many or few, it's still twenty‑five lives."

While counting, Zhou Xuan saw the expressions on everyone's faces; fear and bewilderment were the most common.

He wiped his face, leaned on Liu Zhi's shoulder, and sighed, "Damn, I'm scared too."

"But I will definitely make it out alive, to go back and see how my grandparents in the countryside are doing."

But no one expected that just those words would cause the few who had been sniffling and crying to suddenly lift their heads, rekindling their hope for survival; the atmosphere improved considerably.

Liu Zhi patted Zhou Xuan's shoulder, "With Brother Jin around, we'll surely survive."

Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen lifted his gaze to him, "You seem to trust Jin Chen a lot."

Zhou Xuan nodded, wiped away his tears, energized, and began to recount the thing he wished everyone knew.

"Brother Jin has saved our lives!"

In short, four unlucky kids went out driving for a self‑drive tour, encountered a landslide, and it was Jin Chen, driving the car, who quickly decided and used his superb driving skills to dodge the boulders and mud.

After hearing that, Jiang Jiang Yisheng Chen suddenly glanced at the red mark on his forearm where Jin Chen had just gripped him; his cold eyes finally flickered with interest.

That boy is indeed formidable.

The formidable Jin Chen was following the bold but hesitant Wei Xian, who took two steps forward then paused, as they went upstairs.

In the darkness, Chu Shu whispered a complaint, "Brother Jin, I think I've already learned it."

"Learned what?" Jin Chen asked.

Chu Shu: "Geisha dance."

"Heh."

Chu Shu widened his eyes, slapped Jin Chen's shoulder to tattle, "Brother Jin! Wei Xian is mocking me!"

Jin Chen: "…… I'm on your left."

Chu Shu froze, stiffening his neck to look to the right.

Eyes already accustomed to the darkness could barely make out the outline.

A blue‑uniformed zombie hung upside down by a golden hook, its head and upper torso swaying on the stairs, while his hand pressed against the shoulder of a zombie performing a uniform‑temptation act.

"Heh……"

The zombie again emitted an indistinct gurgling from its throat, sounding like a mockery of Chu Shu's moving reaction.

Just before Chu Shu screamed, Jin Chen pressed him down and hauled him upstairs in a "pulling up radish from dry land" motion.

Wei Xian, who had picked up a shard from the ground, held it aloft; his fairly agile physique swiftly dodged the ascending Jin Chen and thrust straight into the neck of the zombie fond of hanging upside down by a golden hook.

I just don't believe it, I still can't kill you, you monster!

Shards pierced the throat, blood splattered everywhere.

The zombie's heh-heh sound got stuck in its throat, its body instantly stiffened, yet it still stretched out its hand to grab; Wei Xian's strike failed and instead angered the zombie, so he hastily retreated.

What the hell! Damn, how can it not die!

Jin Chen also picked up a handy shard, smashed it against the door frame, forming a sharp triangular arc, "Only hitting the head works!"

As his words fell, the shard clenched in his palm shot out with tremendous force, striking squarely between the eyebrows.

The zombie staggered forward, its steps halted, it tilted and fell, dropping from the platform's corner, and faint screams could still be heard from below.

"Jin Chen, awesome!" Chu Shu threw a punch, his blood boiling from being stimulated by this smooth, flowing motion.

Jin Chen turned around, meeting Wei Xian's doubtful gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, "Any problem?"

Wei Xian felt something was strange, "How do you know you have to hit the zombie's head,"

Jin Chen walked past him from the side, his voice light and airy, "At a glance it's clear you never read novels; apocalypse stories spell it out plainly, you illiterate."

Wei Xian: "... Also! You're a college student, you're being way too ruthless!"

Learned from you, big brother, the shard is used not badly, can even directly stab the neck," Jin Chen turned to look at him, his expression somewhat provocative, "The newer generation is more awesome."

Wei Xian, dead on the beach, gritted his teeth; this guy acts like he's taken stimulants, always talking back, obviously hasn't suffered society's beatings.