Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Thoughtful Fans

“Okay, okay…”

Zheng Xinyu pouted, feeling that asking to freshen up when water was scarce might be a bit much, but she really wanted to freshen up. Like now, she hadn’t even rinsed her mouth after waking up, just took a sip of water, and it felt pretty awful.

“Oh, right!” Just as Zheng Xinyu was struggling with this, she remembered that she had mouthwash!

With light steps, she dashed back to her room, rummaged through a fan-mailed package, and pulled out two large bottles of mouthwash, proudly showing them to Zhang Su.

“So, once during a livestream, I was ambushed while gaming and unleashed a massive attack on that ambusher. Turns out, the one who ambushed me was watching the stream and said my mouth was so foul that they mailed me two bottles of mouthwash.”

Telling her embarrassing story eased the tense and fearful atmosphere a bit, and she couldn’t help but reveal a little embarrassed smile.

Zhang Su looked at Zheng Xinyu teasingly: “Aren’t you supposed to be the cute and adorable type?”

As he spoke, he took the mouthwash, inspecting it – peach flavor, each bottle was 1500 ml, really a large bottle, enough to last a long time!

“Come on, you know that’s just an image, not the real me. Seriously, it’s so annoying.”

Zheng Xinyu rolled her eyes, you could see bloodshot veins in her eyeballs.

“By the way, did your fans send you anything good you can use now?”

Zhang Su looked curiously at the pile of packages in one corner of Zheng Xinyu’s bedroom, roughly counting at least a dozen, big and small!

Zheng Xinyu made a peculiar expression and shook her head, “They’re all bizarre things. You can sort through them if you’re interested, but I doubt there’s anything useful.”

She vaguely remembered seeing things like books on “Postnatal Care for Sows”, “Military Boxing”, spoons as long as arms, masquerade masks, Demon Exorcism Crosses, and so on.

It’s not that there wasn’t anything practical; it’s just that Zheng Xinyu had either eaten or used the practical stuff.

Zhang Su nodded seriously, thinking he should take a look when he had time. These days, things that seemed useless might have unexpected uses at critical moments.

With the mouthwash, they at least managed to solve the bad breath problem. As for the slightly oily faces, they’d just have to bear with it.

Zhang Su walked back to the bedroom, picked up his phone, and saw there was still no signal. He returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, looked at Zheng Xinyu, who was in a daze, and said, “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

Zheng Xinyu pointed towards the window, “Someone was calling for help just now, seemed to be from the next building, very close to us…”

“The louder they shout, the faster they die… It won’t be long before they get surrounded by zombies!”

Zhang Su rolled his eyes, thinking some people really didn’t grasp the situation.

Zheng Xinyu pouted, “I really wish none of this was real. I’d be eating noodles right now, and you’d come out of the room to scold me while I hurriedly clean up. Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Yeah, it would be great.”

Zhang Su looked up at the ceiling, “It still feels unreal, like I’m in a dream!”

“Pfft…”

Zheng Xinyu let out a spontaneous laugh.

Zhang Su looked at Zheng Xinyu, who seemed a bit out of sorts, and asked puzzledly, “Without a care in the world, you can still laugh? What are you thinking about now?”

“I was just thinking, Brother Su, you know, if in this apocalypse the landlord dies, does that mean the house will be ours? No more rent hikes, hmph!”

She wrinkled her nose as she spoke, cursing the landlord in her heart.

“Ahem!”

Zhang Su choked a bit and looked at Zheng Xinyu with a not-so-friendly expression: “You curse me again, and I swear I’ll spank you until your butt blossoms!”

“Huh?”

Losing herself in evil imagination, Zheng Xinyu was stunned by Zhang Su’s words, her eyes widening as she looked at him. Her brain whirred for about seven or eight seconds before she came to her senses, incredulously pointing at Zhang Su.

“You, you, you… Don’t tell me… You’re the landlord!”

Zhang Su sighed helplessly, shrugged, bent over to fumble under the coffee table, a hidden compartment opened, and then he pulled out two red booklets.

“Eight years ago, this complex was completed, I bought a unit in cash on the spot. It was so cheap back then, just over three thousand per square meter, only cost me four hundred thousand including renovations!”

As he spoke, he handed the documents to Zheng Xinyu.

Zheng Xinyu’s lips parted slightly as she blankly took the property certificate and opened it. Sure enough, it had Zhang Su’s name on it.

“You… So you were the one who said no durian in the room, and no pets either! Charging me a buck fifty per unit for electricity, you jerk!”

In an instant, memories of the landlord’s various demands flooded her mind, igniting a playful anger within her as she raised her fist and made to punch Zhang Su.

Zhang Su effortlessly caught her fist and pulled her into his arms. Seeing her face turn crimson as he anticipated her anger, he quickly gestured towards the door, “Don’t shout!”

The assortment of curses stuck in her throat, her already blushing cheeks turned even more crimson, filled with embarrassment, anger, and anxiety.

Feeling Zhang Su’s arm as strong as steel, her heart pounded treacherously, giving up the struggle because this embrace felt too safe.

As she gave up struggling, the embrace loosened, and she felt a slap on her backside.

Smack! Smack!

Zhang Su patted Zheng Xinyu’s bottom, grumbled, “So heavy, crashing into people like that, I almost had a rib broken! There’s no place to get medical attention now!”

“I…” Zheng Xinyu looked down at Zhang Su, who was calm, and felt an uncontrolled anger rising. She pulled the loose T-shirt back to highlight her figure and pointed at her good shape.

“One-sixty-five centimeters, fifty-two kilograms, open your eyes and see clearly!”

Zhang Su, of course, knew Zheng Xinyu had a nice figure, but as he was about to continue teasing, he noticed and pointed out, “The temperature’s dropping, don’t just wear a T-shirt, put on another layer.”

Upon hearing Zhang Su drag out the word “one”, Zheng Xinyu understood, her angry expression frozen, and she ran to the room with small and light steps, appearing rather comical.

Zhang Su sat alone in the living room, and once it was quiet, he could hear the zombie Brother Li’s footsteps scraping at the front door.

Screech, screech…

“That’s a ticking time bomb!”

Zhang Su thought to himself, keeping a zombie like Brother Li at the door wasn’t a good idea. If something fell and hit the ground, he’d be banging the door like crazy.

One zombie banging the door wouldn’t be an issue, but if more zombies came along because of the noise, that’d be trouble. The door was only that sturdy!

“How to deal with this?”

Zhang Su pondered.

And just at that moment, words like ink on paper appeared in his mind.

[How to resolve the zombie outside the door: A. Capture it alive, B. Kill it, C. Lure it away]

(PS: System is online, but just as the introduction says, it won’t be too overwhelmingly powerful. There won’t be any crazy scenarios where the protagonist slaughters a million zombies alone…)