"Little Mister, what’s wrong?" Ning Yu’er asked.
Seeing Tang Ye laugh madly and his laughter sounding jarring, Ning Yu’er’s face wore an even more worried look. Tang Ye stopped laughing and turned to look at Ning Yu’er.
He picked up a pen from nearby, and with a strange expression, he wrote a line on the table.
Your na is Ning Yu’er?
"Ah? Yes?" Ning Yu’er nodded and answered.
Oh!
"Then, Little Mister, what’s your na?" Ning Yu’er asked.
Tang Ye nodded, and he started writing on the table again: I’m surnad Tang.
"Oh, so Little Mister is surnad Tang, what’s your first na?"
Instead of answering, Tang Ye walked out of the room. He went outside the dormitory building and brought in two bags of snacks that were left outside.
"Tha... thank you," she managed to utter.
Upon seeing this, Ning Yu’er blushed and thanked him, she then noticed blood all over Tang Ye’s face and advised, "Little Mister, why don’t you wash your face? It’s so dirty~"
Tang Ye nodded and went to the sink to wash his face. Ning Yu’er quietly stood by and watched him. After Tang Ye finished washing, Ning Yu’er said, "Little Mister, look at ."
Her face was so red and alluring. Tang Ye turned his head to look at her with a puzzled expression. Before he could react, Ning Yu’er moved in for a quick peck on his cheek, leaving Tang Ye stunned.
Looking at his dumbfounded expression, bearing no resemblance to his fierce deanor from before, her heart pounded wildly. With a red face, she swiftly ran out.
Tang Ye stood there gazing at her retreating figure. He tried to suppress the surge of emotions within him but, his thoughts were overwhelming. However, in his heart, Ning Yu’er was just a child, he didn’t want to engage in any serious entanglents with her.
He shook his head, silently washed the blood from his arm and began to make his way to the door.
...
In a dark corridor, Zheng Minghui carefully snuck around with a knife. He looked ahead into the pitch darkness, where he couldn’t see the end of the road, streams of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. The dark environnt always stirred the fear in one’s heart.
He did have a flashlight, but he didn’t dare to turn it on. He was afraid that sothing might be lurking in the darkness ahead. He preferred to feign ignorance rather than confronting whatever awaited him.
Unaware, he arrived at a door. Zheng Minghui’s fear increased. After a long silence, he prepared to open the door. He brought out his flashlight to avoid the dried blood on the ground, he turned on the light but dared not look around!
Click!
The sound of the door opening echoed, Zheng Minghui opened the door and shone his flashlight inside. He discovered it was full of abandoned wires and so unidentifiable tools, but no figure of a zombie. He let out a sigh of relief, and closed the door.
"I’ll hide here for now. After a while, I will go out. F*ck, it’s really scary. Why did I even co to this place? Damn that zombie, just you wait!"
Zheng Minghui cursed loudly. The re thought of Tang Ye infuriated him. If it wasn’t him chasing after him, he wouldn’t have ended up in this dreadful place.
Placing the flashlight on the ground, Zheng Minghui stretched his hand into his pocket in search of sothing. A mont later, he took out a packet of spicy strips and began to nibble on them. The flashlight rolled around on the ground.
Suddenly, a silhouette appeared behind him, holding an iron rod. The silhouette raised the rod towards Zheng Minghui’s head. Zheng Minghui looked at the figure and nearly soiled himself.
He rolled away, not sure if he could escape, but rolling away was his only choice!
Bang!
The iron rod slamd on the stool he was sitting on just a mont ago. Zheng Minghui swiftly stood up with his knife, the two n looked at each other.
"Ah!"
"Ah, a zombie!"
"Where? Where’s the zombie? Huh? You’re not a zombie!"
The two n scread simultaneously. Zheng Minghui got a clear look at the person opposing him. It was a dirt-covered man in ragged clothing.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" The man asked.
"F*cking walked in! How else? Rolled in?" Zheng Minghui retorted.
"From outside?"
"Yeah!"
"You didn’t encounter that monster?"
"It’s sothing that crawls! Has a lot of strength. Can that monster rip open an iron door?"
"What? F*ck! I didn’t see anything!"
Zheng Minghui waved his flashlight at his face. Clearly not wanting to lose, the man switched his flashlight on, shining it directly at Zheng Minghui’s face.
"Don’t you f*cking flash that thing at !"
"You f*cking started it! Acting all high and mighty?"
"Say that one more ti?" Zheng Minghui fearlessly challenged him, then pulled out a rifle from his bag. He looked at the man’s face. His expression was strange. He’s certainly not going to tell him that he’s out of bullets. Right now, as long as he can intimidate him that’s enough!
The man’s face changed upon seeing Zheng Minghui’s rifle. He imdiately pulled out a pistol from his clothes and pointed it at Zheng Minghui. There was little tension on his face. He certainly couldn’t tell Zheng Minghui that it was a fake gun!
Seeing the gun in the other man’s hand, Zheng Minghui panicked. Ever since he got his real gun, he didn’t think that soone else might have one too. If soone told him the other guy’s gun was fake, he probably wouldn’t listen.
"Ah, hey, buddy, let’s calm down. Let’s put our guns down and talk!" Zheng Minghui tried to keep his tone calm as he spoke to the man across from him.
"Okay! We’ll put them down together!"
"I’ll count to three, and we put down the guns. One, two..." Zheng Minghui started his countdown only to be interrupted mid-way.
"Wait! What if I put down my gun and you don’t? That’s not fair! I’ll count to three, then we’ll throw our guns to each other, okay?"
"Okay!" Zheng Minghui pondered for a mont and agreed. He didn’t sense anything amiss. His gun doesn’t even have any bullets. He could dispose of him any way he wanted once he gets his hands on his gun!
The man’s face brightened after hearing Zheng’s response. He initially thought his suggestion was extrely poor, but then realized it doesn’t seem so bad after thinking about it for a while. He didn’t expect Zheng Minghui to agree so readily!
"I’m starting the count!"
"One"
"Two"
"Three!"
"Throw!"
Thud!
As soon as he finished counting, Zheng Minghui quickly threw his rifle to the other side. The man hesitated for a mont and then in the tension thrown by Zheng Minghui, he also threw his fake pistol.
Both n swiftly picked up the guns. They were pleased with themselves, then they simultaneously pointed the guns at each other.
"Hahaha, you’re done for. I bet your gun doesn’t have any bullets! Hahaha!" Zheng Minghui laughed as he looked at him.
The man was stunned for a mont, then he tried to pull the trigger on Zheng Minghui’s gun.
Click!
The chambering sound echoed. His face fell. However, a second later, he started laughing.
"No bullets? Well, brother, you bet my gun didn’t have any bullets, huh? Thought you were Yan Shuangying? I f*cking bet your gun was fake! C*nt!"
"What?" Zheng Minghui paused. He also pointed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger, but there wasn’t even a sound.
"Damn it, you liar!"
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