Chapter 515: Reply! You

For the past month, the two of them have recorded the results of their daily sparring in a notebook.

At first, Yin Yun had no defense and was each time pinned to the ground and beaten by Su Yang.

But later the situation turned sharply; Yin Yun, as if she had taken a drug, suddenly became ferocious.

Her techniques and punches were extremely cunning, targeting Su Yang's lower three lines.

In human history, if a hand suddenly reaches for the crotch, even Huojin would instinctively step back.

Thus, Su Yang often loses to her "clever" attacks.

"I propose we set three rules; we shouldn't fight like this anymore," Su Yang said, rubbing his pale‑blue neck and panting.

"When it's a life‑or‑death clash, who cares about that? A winning move is a good move," Yin Yun said, letting down her bound bun, a cascade of black hair falling.

"You fight like this and can't show your true level," Su Yang protested.

"Who gave you a natural extra weakness compared to me?" Yin Yun smiled brightly, clearly delighted by today's victory.

Weakness?

Su Yang glanced at her chest and muttered two sarcastic remarks in his mind.

If he could forge the Demon Pill as hard as steel, would he still need to worry about her tricks?

Qin Weiyang watched the whole scene, a hint of frustration in his voice: "When she attacks your lower route, you have a full chance to counter; you only retreat all day, why are you so timid?"

"It was a subconscious reaction; I'll watch out next time," Su Yang said.

"Also, when you punch, use straight punches; don't always swing at such wide angles—if you're slow, you give the enemy a chance to strike your face," Qin Weiyang added.

Su Yang, like an obedient baby, listened to the review, earnestly absorbing knowledge to fill his flaws.

"That's all for today. Rest well, remember to apply some ointment to your neck, and continue tomorrow," Qin Weiyang said.

"Let me do it," Yin Yun volunteered, bringing a blood‑circulating, bruising‑removing ointment.

She then gently dabbed the ointment onto Su Yang's neck with a cotton swab and lightly blew.

Su Yang shivered briefly, then laughed, "Hey, winning isn't enough; blowing air is cheating too."

"How's sister's service? Are you satisfied, dear?" Yin Yun looked up and smiled.

Seeing her delicate face, Su Yang suddenly reached out and locked his hand around her neck.

"A beauty trap doesn't work on me!"

"Damned Su Yang, let go!" Yin Yun, startled by the sudden ambush, struggled fiercely.

"All warfare embraces deceit; I gave you another lesson today," Su Yang released his grip and snatched the ointment from her.

"Petty~" Yin Yun glared at him in irritation.

After the joke, Su Yang surveyed the number of players outside the window and said calmly, "More and more people are clearing the stage; it looks like it will end in a few days."

Yin Yun set aside the playful mood, nodded, and said, "If the battle weren't stalemated, most would want a quick resolution."

At that moment, a familiar face suddenly appeared in a dormitory below.

Su Yang couldn't help but curl his mouth and fetched a mirror to glance that direction.

A dazzling flash erupted; the man furrowed his brows, instinctively turned his head to dodge, muttering continuously, clearly cursing.

Seeing this, Su Yang's playful spirit surged, and he kept shining the light unrelentingly.

The man seemed angry, looking toward the light source.

The instant he looked up, the blinding glare vanished without a trace, and a familiar face came into view.

In an instant, the man's angry expression melted away, replaced by a broad smile.

He waved his hand vigorously, moved his lips as if saying, "I'm so bored, talk to me."

Su Yang also moved his lips, but Lin Yang seemed unable to read his lip‑reading, leaning at the window, completely clueless.

"After all this time together, we still have no chemistry at all,"

He turned, walked to the living room, wrote a line on paper and stuck it to the window.

It read: "Sorry, I'm going to have lunch with the great beauty Yin."

Lin Yang painstakingly read it word by word, his face instantly turning coal‑black, and abruptly gave Su Yang the middle finger.

"Prioritizing beauty over friends!"

Su Yang was unfazed, smiled, and gave him a provocative look.

This made Lin Yang even angrier, his mind terribly unsettled.

He thought of the other staying with a beauty while Qin Weiyang and Luo Shuangshuang chatted nearby, and he felt his breath choke, as if his lungs might burst.

But he could only talk to himself in an empty room each day.

The players in both dorms haven't returned yet; it's unclear whether they're dead or the game is still ongoing.

In the past month, he opened the TV several times to relieve fatigue, but aside from the Leaderboard, nothing else could be seen.

To pass time, he even memorized every player's name and score.

This shows he has reached a certain level of boredom.

Now that he sees an old friend, Lin Yang's joy lasts only seconds before Su Yang lands a heavy blow.

"Damn it, fanfic characters have different fates; I also want a beauty to live with!" Lin Yang complained.

He now has a chance to switch dorms, which could get him into the top hundred and earn a Talent Evolution Qualification, while also letting him pick a desired partner.

He just doesn't know how long it will take to finish.

He will have to endure this loneliness alone for a while.

Taofang.

"Dinner's ready," Yin Yun called.

Su Yang went into the bathroom to wash his hands, and seeing the abundant dishes, his mouth watered involuntarily.

"Sweet‑sour ribs, salt‑baked chicken, poached Luo shrimp, tomato meatball soup…" Su Yang continued naming the dishes.

Yin Yun brings out the steaming rice and says, "Today's physical exertion was greater, just right for replenishing Yuan Qi."

Su Yang sits down impatiently, picks up his chopsticks and waits for the moment.

Yin Yun, seeing this, makes a strange face and says, "Move the chopsticks, what are you waiting for?"

"The cook hasn't started enjoying the food yet; how could I have the nerve to eat first?" Su Yang says.

"Nonsense." Yin Yun purses his Mouth a Laugh, removes his apron, sits down and begins to eat.

The two have already developed considerable tacit understanding: Yin Yun cooks, Su Yang washes dishes and does chores.

Under a relatively fair work Task distribution, they have not yet quarreled over the camp issues.

"This chicken is really good, the dip is fragrant." Su Yang stuffs a few pieces of chicken into his Mouth, mumbling.

"Eat slower, no one is competing with you." Yin Yun sees his "storm inhalation," a hint of a curve forming at the corner of his Mouth.

For a Cook, a guest eating deliciously is her greatest approval, and also the greatest emotional value.

Su Yang is always like this; regardless of how Yin Yun's cooking tastes, he always praises at First Place time.

Perhaps this is their mode of interaction… harmonious, stable, tranquil.

It is also one of the few bits of happiness in the oppressive atmosphere of the detention cell.

"Snap!"

At that moment, a faint sound comes from the balcony.

Su Yang suddenly puts down his bowl and chopsticks, raises his eyes Vision Perception Yin Yun with a glance.

The two lock eyes, understanding each other instantly.

He is seen not having time to wipe his Mouth, turns and runs to the balcony, lifts the lid and pulls out a sheet of paper.

"He has replied."

When Yin Yun comes close, the two lower their eyes Vision Perception, their gazes freeze together.

—"You have entered the death countdown…"