Chapter 7

Zhang Su said with extreme depression: "I really should have brought up those things you bought last night!"

"Ah..." Zheng Xinyu let out a light cry, a look of annoyance on her face: "Yes, Brother Su, those things... if we had those things, we could at least hold out for a month. In a month, the rescue would definitely have reached us!"

Zheng Xinyu had promised her fans to challenge herself to not stop streaming and not leave her bedroom for a month. In other words, she wouldn't open the door, and everything had to be done in the bedroom!

She had ordered quite a few supplies for eating, drinking, and excreting. To ensure the challenge was successful, she had prepared particularly well, basically purchasing according to a fifty-day supply.

For this challenge, she had truly spent a fortune, basically spending all the money she had saved this year. She was just about to gamble on turning a bicycle into a motorcycle. Tomorrow was supposed to be the day the challenge started, but the sudden, earth-shattering change made everything vanish like a bubble.

Zheng Xinyu felt a little bit of resentment in her heart, but she didn't complain too much, knowing that at this time, she must not be negative or pessimistic.

Zhang Su pulled his hair in annoyance for a while, then suddenly realized that this wouldn't help, patted his cheeks, and said: "Now that we have lost external supplies, let's first take stock of the supplies left at home!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked toward the front door, thinking that the goalkeeper, Brother Li, probably hadn't left yet...

"Mm!"

Zheng Xinyu agreed readily.

"First, go get water!" Zhang Su stood up abruptly, saying as he walked: "Even if it can't be drunk, there are many places where water is needed normally. Go get the containers!"

However, when the two walked into the bathroom with buckets and basins to get water, they were dumbfounded. They turned on the faucet, but the faucet was like a prostate patient—it squeezed out a few drops and then had no movement!

The water was cut off!

So the two of them had been discussing for a long time whether the water was a problem—it was all just nonsense...

Tap water: "You guys keep discussing, I'm leaving."

The two looked at each other in silence. This was truly forcing people onto a dead end!

"Charge everything that can be charged!"

The internet signal and water were cut off; electricity and gas would probably be sooner or later.

"Only phones and power banks can be charged. There's no signal anyway, what's the use of a phone..."

Zheng Xinyu was extremely depressed when talking about this. Her dependence on the internet was a hundred times stronger than Zhang Su's. She lived on the internet every day and had long been poisoned by it. Without the internet for a moment, she was listless.

"Think on the bright side. What if the internet recovers? Taking a step back, there are many other functions on the phone; they can always be used!"

Zhang Su said while busying himself. Just as he said, everything that could be charged was plugged into the power—phones, power banks, shavers, clocks, night lights, even the electric toothbrush wasn't spared.

"Oh my!"

Just after finishing, Zheng Xinyu let out a low cry with a mournful face.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Su asked curiously.

Zheng Xinyu pointed to the toilet and said: "No... no water, so what do we do about using the toilet?"

Zhang Su held his forehead: "Is such a small thing worth making a fuss about? Small business as usual, big business can be solved with trash bags! I thought it was something big!"

"So disgusting... is there any other way?"

Zheng Xinyu had a bitter face, thinking that she wouldn't even be able to use the flush toilet in the future, and felt a bit panicked.

"If we can't go out, that's the only way. Seal the trash bag and throw it in the bathroom, it'll be fine."

Zhang Su didn't think this was anything; there were many things more distressing than this...

Zheng Xinyu pouted and scratched her butt, feeling infinite melancholy in her heart.

"Don't dawdle, draw the curtains, take stock of the supplies!"

Zhang Su urged, starting to tackle the most important thing—taking stock of the supplies.

*Swish, swish, swish. *

As the curtains were drawn one by one, the light in the room suddenly dimmed.

The two returned to the living room and turned on the lights. Zheng Xinyu asked with slight confusion: "Brother Su, drawing the curtains is... afraid of being seen by others?"

She didn't understand why they had to do this. Shouldn't they let others know there were survivors here so they could launch a rescue?

Zhang Su nodded and said: "We aren't the only ones with no internet and no water. Everyone's supplies are basically fixed in the short term. Guard against others; are you willing to share your life-saving supplies with unrelated people?"

Zheng Xinyu was stunned. She prided herself on being kind-hearted, often feeding stray cats and dogs, but thinking of her hard-earned rations being taken away by others, her heart tightened, and she shook her head violently.

"Very good!" Zhang Su praised, then continued: "The trolley problem will be staged at any time when a disaster breaks out. Xinyu, remember, your own life is always in the first place. Never be soft-hearted!"

The generous and kind Zhang Su on normal days had always had a ruthless and decisive side, and which face he showed depended on the environment he was in.

"I understand, Brother Su, I won't be a pushover!"

A touch of firmness was revealed on Zheng Xinyu's slightly haggard face without makeup, but when she made this decision, she didn't know how difficult it would be when she truly faced a choice.

After closing the doors and windows, Zhang Su and Zheng Xinyu worked busily to count the most important survival supplies—that is, things for eating and drinking.

Since most of the things were piled up in Zheng Xinyu's room, Zhang Su simply moved all the other food to her bedroom.

"Never been here before, really didn't know. Your room isn't even as good as mine!"

Zhang Su stood with his hands on his hips, looking at Zheng Xinyu's boudoir with disdain.

Changed clothes, pants, and socks were thrown in the corner, quite a few things were scattered by the trash can, there were snack crumbs on the computer desk, and the bed—don't even mention it; the inferior dolls from the claw machine were thrown everywhere.

"Hey! I didn't have time to clean up, okay? Don't get distracted while doing things!"

Zheng Xinyu's face turned red instantly.

Zhang Su shook his head with a *tsk-tsk* sound. Actually, he didn't find it strange; many young girls' rooms were like this nowadays. He had seen rooms messier than this...

"Let's see... including beverages and alcohol, there are about seventy-five liters of drinkable stuff, twelve packs of various instant noodles, snail rice noodles—there are really so many, twenty-two bags, four boxes of self-heating hot pot, eight boxes of self-heating rice..."

After some organizing, the conclusion was reached: the two could hold out for half a month. If they were a bit frugal, twenty days wouldn't be a problem. If the electricity and gas were both cut off, that would be another matter...

Fortunately, most of the things were convenience foods, which didn't require a lot of time to cook, reducing a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Most of these things belonged to Zheng Xinyu's reserve grain; Zhang Su only simply provided two five-packs of instant noodles and two boxes of self-heating rice.

"That..." Zheng Xinyu looked at the water piled together and asked weakly: "Brother Su, I feel like the water might not last half a month. Could it be... we won't, won't wash anymore?"

Yes, when Zhang Su was planning the consumption of supplies, he hadn't considered washing at all. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, but after thinking of it, he had thrown it to the back of his mind.

Strictly speaking, the water they had left wasn't much, mostly various beverages, so water was precious!

Hearing Zheng Xinyu's words, Zhang Su was just about to raise his voice, but suddenly thought of the big guy at the door, and hurriedly lowered it: "At a time like this, don't think about washing. Just stay smelly!"

If they couldn't flush their excrement and couldn't wash, the two would soon become "stinky treasures."

Haven't written for more than half a year, thought it would be looser now, didn't expect it to be even more "that." Yesterday's chapter was deleted. In the future, don't be surprised if you see some homophones in the text~~ They might not be typos, oh.

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