Lin Mi’er gripped her chopsticks tightly, looking very displeased. Then she put on the posture of a hostess and said with a smile:
“Xiao Cheng, are you really planning to travel with us and Brother Tang? Then let me explain the situation. All of us have killed zombies before, and Brother Jiang is a very powerful metal-type ability user. Yang Fan may not be as strong as Brother Jiang, but he is also a fire-type ability user. Yang Xiao and I are water-type ability users. Chen Yue is a space ability user, and as for Wang Xintong, she is a wood-type ability user.”
She was clearly trying to show off in front of her.
Heh. Were these things even worth showing off?
Mu Cheng glanced at Lin Mi’er as if she were an idiot.
“I’m a spiritual-type ability user. My second brother is a thunder-type ability user.”
As soon as Mu Cheng finished speaking, everyone became unsettled.
According to what they had read in novels, the common abilities were metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Spiritual-type and thunder-type abilities were considered rarer, higher-tier talents.
Immediately, everyone’s gaze toward Mu Cheng and Tang Nuo changed.
Especially Tang Nuo—spiritual-type abilities were quite useless at low levels, but thunder-type abilities were extremely powerful even at level one.
Seeing their reactions, Mu Cheng curled her lips slightly. She hadn’t even told them that Tang Nuo had three abilities and was also physically invulnerable. If she had, these people would probably be kneeling at his feet begging for protection.
Lin Mi’er gripped her chopsticks tightly, trembling with anger. She had originally wanted to embarrass Mu Cheng, but instead, this woman turned out to be an ability user as well—and a spiritual-type at that.
The meal ended under everyone’s deliberate attempts to please one another.
Cheng Jiang carried Lin Xiao Mi upstairs, saying he was going to change her bandages. The others dispersed as well, each going to do their own things.
Wang Xintong pulled Mu Cheng aside and talked about what had happened over the past few days. Just like in the previous life, after seeing their teacher turn into a zombie, they had rushed out of the classroom and followed Cheng Jiang to the Cheng residence. After that, some of them turned into zombies, many were bitten to death, and only a dozen or so people remained.
As for when Lin Xiao Mi and Cheng Jiang got together, Wang Xintong didn’t mention it. She didn’t want to upset her best friend, so she deliberately avoided the topic.
Tang Nuo sat quietly on another sofa, not trying to integrate into the group, nor speaking voluntarily. He remained cold and distant toward anyone who approached him. The only reason he was here was to follow Mu Cheng and protect her—everything else had nothing to do with him.
Perhaps it was something Cheng Hongwei and his wife had said, because when Cheng Jiang came downstairs later, his attitude had changed.
He no longer brought Lin Mi’er with him, and instead took the initiative to sit beside Mu Cheng, constantly showing concern for her.
Mu Cheng found his sudden change in attitude somewhat suspicious, but she showed nothing on her face. She responded to his concern neither warmly nor coldly.
In her heart, she kept warning herself over and over again: For revenge, endure it. Just deal with him.
Of course, even for revenge, she would never go back to clinging to Cheng Jiang and saying sweet words like before. All she could do now was suppress her hatred and quietly listen to his lies.
After enduring a dull afternoon, it was finally time for dinner. Everyone went to the dining hall together.
Wang Shufang also smiled and invited Mu Cheng and Tang Nuo to join them for dinner.
As Mu Cheng stood up to leave, Cheng Jiang said from behind her:
“Xiao Cheng, I know you’re angry at me because of Xiao Mi, that’s why you’re being so cold to me. But you must believe me—the only person I love is you. I take care of her and treat her well only because she is your most important friend.”
Mu Cheng’s lips curved into a mocking smile.
She glanced at Lin Mi’er, who was being helped down the stairs by two girls. Lin Mi’er’s face was extremely ugly—so dark it looked like water could drip from it. She was gripping the two girls’ hands tightly, trembling with rage.