Although Wen Yu was arrogant, she never caredlessly wronged anyone.
So when the group heard her words, their first reaction was that Lin Yitang had provoked Wen Yu. That short, sharp scoff had been very obvious.
Coupled with Wen Yu’s words, it was clear: Lin Yitang had taunted her, and that was why Wen Yu had thrown the bottle.
Everyone turned their eyes on Lin Yitang, who was furious to the point of wanting to roll her eyes. She was the one hit, and she was the one being condemned by their gazes—what kind of injustice was this?
She wanted to strike back but also wanted to maintain her image and earn everyone’s goodwill, so all she could do was timidly argue.
Lin Yitang pressed her lips tightly, tears welling in her eyes but stubbornly refusing to fall.
She looked like a small white flower trembling in the morning breeze, yet still holding onto its dewdrops.
Seeing this, Song Yu’s chest tightened painfully.
“I’m sorry, Miss Wen. I apologize—please don’t make things hard for Song Yu.”
“If you think my contribution to the team is small, I can forgo this batch of supplies as a way to make amends.”
“But I don’t feel wronged. I just… couldn’t hold back laughing at Brother Pei Ye’s ‘no internet’ comment. It really wasn’t meant as dissatisfaction or any negative emotion.”
After saying this, she glanced at Pei Ye, hoping for reassurance.
Seeing that Pei Ye didn’t look over, she felt frustrated but didn’t show it, and continued apologizing.
“In times like these, how dare I express dissatisfaction? I’m an orphan—apart from everyone who came out of the orphanage with me, I have no family. I really don’t want to leave all of you!”
“So, Miss Wen, please forgive me. I’m willing to pay any price, just don’t drive me away!”
As her words ended, tears fell.
The timing was perfect, making Song Yu ache for Wen Yu so much he almost wanted to throw a few fireballs at her.
Although Lin Yitang was satisfied with Song Yu’s reaction, she had already said she would give up the supplies. If Song Yu, in a moment of impulse, also gave up and left the team completely, how could she ever approach Pei Ye again?
She absolutely couldn’t let Song Yu act impulsively!
While putting on the show, Lin Yitang tugged at Song Yu’s sleeve to keep him steady.
Because Wen Yu, that wretched woman, would indeed take the opportunity to deduct their supplies and kick them out of the team!
Lin Yitang guessed correctly, at least on this point.
Because of the narrative’s power, Wen Yu couldn’t drive away the heroine Lin Yitang—but she could make her life a little unpleasant.
“Your contribution to the team is indeed small, and your objections to the plan to go to the food factory were clear, so as you said, we’ll deduct your share of the supplies this time.”
Song Yu was dumbfounded.
What face did Wen Yu have to say Lin Yitang contributed little? Drinking coffee in the office early in the morning didn’t count as contribution!
Song Yu wanted to resist Lin Yitang, but she forcibly grabbed his arm and said, “If Miss Wen wants to punish me, then fine—it was my fault anyway.”
“What fault do you have! And…” She was someone who ate and lounged around—how could she punish her teammates?
Song Yu’s words were cut short as Pei Ye gave him a casual glance, and the second half of his sentence choked back down his throat.
Pei Ye’s obvious protection of Wen Yu made Song Yu disheartened and Lin Yitang apprehensive.
Why would such an outstanding man fall at the feet of a woman like Wen Yu?
Could it be that Pei Ye had a “first love” fixation, genuinely enamored with his first woman?
That couldn’t be. Wen Yu had to die—quickly.
Only then could Pei Ye notice her. Lin Yitang’s eyes blazed, as if the next second she could see right through Wen Yu.
Seeing Pei Ye glance at Song Yu, the latter immediately quieted down, no longer interfering.
Wen Yu casually pulled two maps from her space and handed them to Pei Ye.
He glanced at them and gave a faint smile.
He truly hadn’t expected Wen Yu to even have paper maps.
In this era, maps like these were hard to come by.
The maps were the latest of S City; not only were the food factories marked, even grain warehouses were indicated.
Of course, these state-owned warehouses were off-limits—they didn’t want to invite trouble.
The group studied the maps and decided to head to the canned food factory closest to the building materials market.
With a target set and it already afternoon, they didn’t stop killing zombies, rushing full-speed toward the factory.
Forty minutes later, the car reached the canned food factory.
Due to acid rain, the factory gates were corroded, looking like relics from a bygone century.
Before getting out, Wen Yu handed each person a raincoat.
The factory buildings varied; unlike high-rise buildings, puddles and water accumulation were obvious. Acid rain collecting in corners could easily cause injury.
The raincoats were ordinary—no corrosion resistance—but provided at least some reaction time.
Gu Feng sighed, impressed with Wen Yu’s thoughtfulness.
“She’s basically a Doraemon.”
“Childish,” Wen Yu pouted, putting on her raincoat and walking ahead with a disdainful air.
But Pei Ye, a step behind her, saw her slip her hands into the sleeves, clenching them into tiny fists and flipping them secretly in amusement.
Like cosplaying Doraemon—
—with little flesh fists.
Pei Ye chuckled, stepped ahead, and said, “Doraemon, hand me Tang Dao.”
Wen Yu: ⌓⌒⌓
The group stepped through the factory gates.
A cold wind blew, carrying the stench of rotting flesh.
Their faces darkened, guessing there were no few zombies hidden inside.
Gu Feng and Cen Mo instinctively moved a few steps ahead, flanking Wen Yu in a protective stance.
Ye Xin mimicked them, staying a few steps behind Wen Yu.
In the center, Wen Yu didn’t realize this, still thinking about whether she could use the ion gun amidst the chaos.
A few steps away, Lin Yitang’s teeth ached with hatred.
Wen Yu was just a cannon fodder supporting character, and Pei Ye protected her—fine. But why were Gu Feng, Cen Mo, and even newly met Ye Xin protecting her too?!
She took a deep breath, trying to expel the foul air from her heart, when a sudden, stronger stench of decay nearly made her vomit.
She hurriedly covered her mouth.
At the same time, a white gust of wind rushed toward them.
Pei Ye drew his long sword and swung quickly, but the slicing and electric sounds didn’t even clip a corner of clothing.
His expression turned serious. He warned:
“Speed-type ability—everyone, be careful.”
Wen Yu, seeing the blur, guessed it was a speed-type and immediately switched her regular handgun for the ion gun.
Her aim wasn’t great; she could barely hit a stationary target, let alone these wildly darting zombies. She hoped the ion gun’s auto-aim would help.
Lin Yitang, hearing they were speed-type zombies, shamelessly squeezed into the protective circle next to Wen Yu.
In the later apocalypse, speed- or strength-type physical abilities weren’t a match for natural-type powers.
But early on, natural-type powers couldn’t easily overpower physical ability types.
Lower level, less energy, slower speed.
Someone like Ye Xin could take half a day to form a golden spear. By the time he was ready to fight, a speed-type zombie might have already bitten through his throat.
Wen Yu glanced at her inexplicably, but the battle was imminent; she had no time to argue with Lin Yitang.
Suddenly, another gust of wind surged toward them. Wen Yu released the safety and prepared to fire.
At the same time, earthen walls rose up from the ground, forming a circle around them.
The gusts smashed against the walls as fireballs, lightning, and wind blades flew toward the same direction. Wen Yu pressed the trigger.