Chapter 22: Live Like a Devil (Seeking tickets, seeking follow-up reads)

"What do you think of this woman Zhong Xiaoshan?"

Back at 801, Zhang Su threw the supplies he brought back into the corner and asked Zheng Xin.

"Flirtatious and shameless, but... she's sensible. If I were a man, I'd probably like this kind of woman."

Zheng Xin said her thoughts.

Zhang Su sneered: "Being a mistress, of course, you have to learn to be sensible, otherwise how can you walk around rich people? Hey, what flavor of rice do you like? Braised chicken, braised pork, or mushroom beef?"

Zheng Xin hadn't expected Zhang Su's conversation to jump so amazingly. After humming and hawing for a while, she struggled and said, "Anything except mushroom beef is fine."

"Fine! Then we'll give this one we don't like to Zhong Xiaoshan, hehe..."

After speaking, Zhang Su picked up the mushroom beef and walked toward the main door.

The sunset was like blood, illuminating the sky and covering the entire city in a thin red glow, as if bleeding and weeping!

In October, the days in Qincheng were gradually shortening. Zhang Su and Zheng Xin sat together, looking at the fiery red sunset through the palm-width gap in the curtains.

As time passed, the power of the cold wave appeared. Zheng Xin had already put on loungewear, and Zhang Su had also changed into a long-sleeved T-shirt.

"It's been a long time since I watched the sunset so carefully. It's so beautiful."

Zheng Xin gently leaned her body against Zhang Su, enjoying the rare peace.

In the past, she basically spent her evenings in front of the computer. How would she have noticed the beauty of nature?

"Usually at this time, there's heavy traffic, constant honking on the road, traffic jams like dogs. Now, there's not even a ghost... heh."

Zhang Su gave a bitter laugh, his brow filled with sorrow that couldn't be dissolved. The scene outside was despairing, requiring a strong mind to endure.

How many people hadn't turned into zombies, nor been bitten to death, yet couldn't hold on in this apocalypse? Because of collapse—a true collapse from within.

"Everything will be fine, it will get better, right?"

Zheng Xin completely leaned her body against Zhang Su and asked softly.

Zhang Su felt Zheng Xin's body temperature, and his tone softened a bit: "We hold onto the belief that it will get better, but we must make preparations as if it will never get better to fight for our lives. Understand what I mean?"

Zheng Xin was silent for a long time, then hummed in response to Zhang Su's cruel suggestion.

The sun set on the other side of the mountain, leaving a red glow at the end of the sky. Slowly, the sky gradually darkened. The two still leaned against each other without moving, as if as long as they maintained this posture, it could last forever.

"I said you're heavy, you're crushing my arm. Are you going to kill zombies to protect me?"

Zhang Su said softly.

"Hateful!"

Zheng Xin sat up straight and punched Zhang Su, unwilling to have the beautiful atmosphere broken like this.

For dinner, Zhang Su decided they would cook a bag of snail noodles together, plus two braised eggs and a sausage. The self-heating pot would be left for last; if the gas was cut off, they wouldn't starve immediately, and if they had to move, it would be easier to carry.

Zhang Su, who disliked the smell of snail noodles, didn't care about that anymore. He greedily drank the last drop of soup and let out a satisfied burp—water-full...

Zheng Xin was also only half-full.

Finally, Zhang Su decided to open another bag of sea salt puff balls as dessert.

"Brother Su, if we don't turn on the lights like this, what if a rescue team passes by and doesn't find us?"

After dark, there was only a small night light in the room for illumination, which made Zheng Xin quite uncomfortable.

"Zhong Xiaoshan only went hungry for one day and was ready to strip and dance for me just to trade for a meal. Haven't you seen how terrifying hunger is? It's absolutely a vicious catalyst. From now on, we have to be careful not just of zombies; people will be even more terrifying. Of course, people were already terrifying!"

Zhang Su said seriously.

Zheng Xin's face in the darkness turned serious. Thinking of the many things that had happened in history, she suddenly felt lost about the future. She walked to the window and lifted a corner.

She hadn't noticed it during the day, but at night, she realized that many places in the city had ignited raging fires, clusters reflecting the night sky red, like a ruined city that had just experienced a war.

The streets were cold and clear. The unbroken streetlights and the flashing hazard lights of out-of-control cars stubbornly illuminated a corner. Not a single living life could be seen, only stiff black shadows wandering around, making one's heart feel blocked.

Within view, Building 4 and Building 8 were brightly lit, but if you looked closely, you would find there were no traces of human activity. It was just because the zombie virus broke out in the early morning, and many families had their lights on...

Real lights of ten thousand homes would have people walking in the rooms, shadows flickering on the curtains. But at this moment, besides the deathly silence, there were various death patterns painted by blood splattered on the window glass.

Despair. Looking at the silent dead city, it was easy for one's heart to despair.

"Zhang Su, do you think there's any meaning in us living like this?" Zheng Xin asked in a low voice.

"Despairing so soon?" In the darkness, Zhang Su showed his white teeth and laughed: "Living like this—at least we're alive. Being alive is the meaning. Why think so much? I ask you, what was the meaning of you twisting your butt for those family members in your live streams before?"

"Screw you, who was twisting their butt? I'm a game streamer, okay? Damn, idiot!"

Zheng Xin was immediately furious, feeling Zhang Su was so annoying, always breaking the atmosphere when it was sad, beautiful, or artistic!

"A game streamer, huh? What games do you play? Is it that kind of Yang Guo butter game?"

Zhang Su raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Can that kind of game be streamed? I play PUBG, chicken dinner, understand, uncle!"

Zheng Xin gave Zhang Su a big eye roll.

"Chicken dinner... heh, brother plays CSGO, blowing your head off in minutes, noob!"

Seeing Zheng Xin's chest puff up, clearly inhaling to prepare for the upcoming lip-and-tongue battle, Zhang Su hurriedly said: "Regardless of what kind of streamer you are, from now on you're going to be a fitness streamer!"

"What do you mean?" Zheng Xin looked at Zhang Su, who was putting on gloves, very confused.

Zhang Su walked toward the bedroom and said: "Your physical fitness was barely enough before, but now... I feel like you won't make it out of the complex. No, you won't make it out of our unit before you get a box lunch. So, taking advantage of the opportunity now, I'm going to give you devilish training."

Not only did he need to train Zheng Xin, but Zhang Su also needed to strengthen himself well.

Usually, he worked out every day, but he had lowered the intensity in the last two years, only using it to maintain his figure. Now, a good figure was clearly not enough. Strength, speed, endurance, and flexibility were the keys to survival!

"Devil... how, how devilish?"

Hearing the word training, Zheng Xin felt her eyelids twitch.

"Devil training! If you want to survive facing zombies, turn yourself into a devil! Here, follow me!"

Zhang Su didn't say more, handing Zheng Xin a pair of small dumbbells, while he himself picked up a pair of twenty-kilogram dumbbells and started warming up.

Zheng Xin didn't resist and hurriedly started practicing to Zhang Su's rhythm.

If you want to survive in a world full of zombies, you can only become a devil—not just in body, but also in thought...

Book friends, keep the follow-up reads going, I'm grateful. If I successfully advance, I'll definitely add more chapters!!!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 23 =====