Only by becoming mine will you have meaning.

"Bang!"

The heavy car doors completely kept the wind and snow out.

Chen Yu and Zhang Wanyue have returned to the carriage.

A warm current instantly enveloped my entire body.

As soon as the two entered, they saw that all the women were crowded around the window on the left side of the carriage, their faces pressed against the glass.

Deng Yuxin ran quickly to the door, grabbed Chen Yu's arm tightly, and looked up at him, asking, "Chen Yu... are you bleeding? Are you hurt?"

Wang Mengmeng squinted.

She immediately turned around, poured half a cup of hot water from the thermos, and frantically searched for a towel.

His movements were exaggeratedly attentive.

As she handed the things to Chen Yu, she said in an admiring, coquettish voice, "Brother Chen Yu! You're so amazing! That old bastard surnamed Yu should have been dealt with a long time ago!"

Standing in the last row, Li Mengyao still felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing Wang Mengmeng's appearance.

She looked at it the longest and most carefully.

Chen Yu killed Director Yu outside; it was a complete rout.

After the apocalypse, this power that surpasses all others will actually be born.

Yang Kexin left the window and walked into the hallway: "What are those people outside talking about? Why are they so excited?"

Zhang Wanyue had already gone to the driver's seat: "I'm browsing the regional channel."

"Regional channel?"

Deng Yuxin repeated softly, subconsciously bringing up her own screen as well: "Why is it so active?"

The chat window opened in front of her, and the messages scrolled so fast it was dizzying.

Zhang Wanyue had already started the vehicle and was driving towards the outpost.

As she drove, she explained, "For those who are still alive, the second station mission has just ended, the regional channel restrictions have been lifted, and they're naturally more active..."

Wang Mengmeng flipped to the top and exclaimed, "Holy crap! That old man is insulting you by name, Chen Yu!"

Chen Yu: "..."

[Liu Wei: Holy crap! Did you guys see the message just now?! It was posted by Director Yu?!]

[Wu Peng: I saw him, Chen Yu from the third class of the Performing Arts Department, the big devil?]

[Zhao Lin: I just tried to message the director privately, but I found that he can't message me privately anymore!]

[Sun Lili: My God, could it really be like what Director Yu said? Sucking other people dry? Who is this Chen Yu? He's terrifying!]

Information flooded the screen rapidly, expressing fear, shock, speculation, memes, and taking sides...

Zhang Wanyue shook her head helplessly: "People die every moment on this road to survival. Director Yu's death won't cause much of a stir. At most, it will only spread within a small area of ​​the school."

As Wang Mengmeng watched, she cursed, "Pah! That old bastard! Even on his deathbed, he wants to drag us down with him. The devil and the demon have all come. Brother Chen Yu is so domineering! What do they know!"

Li Mengyao coughed twice.

Wang Mengmeng quickly shut her mouth, realizing she had said too much.

We should give Mengyao more room to perform and make amends.

Li Mengyao suddenly said, "I think that's quite well said."

Wang Mengmeng: "?"

Completely bewildered.

Everyone looked over, not expecting Li Mengyao to say such a thing.

Wang Mengmeng whispered, "What's so good about it?"

Li Mengyao explained, "Director Yu was so scared that he didn't even have the courage to scold her to her face. He only dared to go crazy on the channel before he died. The reputation of the devil is terrible, but..."

She paused, then said, "With this reputation, how much trouble will it save us in the future?"

Deng Yuxin frowned, still somewhat conflicted: "But... being called that like that, it just feels..."

Chen Yu waved his hand dismissively: "Let them scream. Whoever screams, I'll kill them."

"Wouldn't that really make him a demon?"

Wang Mengmeng regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking and quickly covered her mouth.

Chen Yu simply shook his head, feeling the question was pointless.

He turned his gaze to Yang Kexin, who was sitting in the corner: "Kexin, come back to the room with me."

Everyone was stunned.

Deng Yuxin stood up almost reflexively before she realized what was happening...

Chen Yu was referring to Kexin, not Yuxin.

Yang Kexin blushed, not expecting Chen Yu to suddenly call her alone.

"Okay, okay."

She took a deep breath and followed Chen Yu through the metal door.

"What the heck..."

"Just like the emperor favoring his concubines!"

Li Mengyao muttered something again.

Wang Mengmeng was exasperated: "Sigh, Mengyao, you had the upper hand, but you don't know how to cherish it! If I were you, Chen Yu would have been mine long ago!"

Li Mengyao pursed her lips: "Really?"

Wang Mengmeng scoffed, "What else did you think? He must love you..."

Li Mengyao looked at the metal door, hesitating and struggling.

Inside the safety compartment...

Yang Kexin stood awkwardly by the door, not daring to sit down casually.

Being alone with Chen Yu, especially in this enclosed space, made the pressure even stronger.

Chen Yu didn't look at her, but sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "The road to survival is long, isn't it?"

Yang Kexin didn't understand, but simply nodded.

Chen Yu continued, "Just knowing how to make weapons isn't enough, far from enough."

Yang Kexin's expression hardened, her heart sank, and she immediately became somewhat nervous.

She was terrified of being abandoned.

Her former teammates, those so-called companions, abandoned her.

But it's okay, because Chen Yu was like a ray of light, warming her and accepting her.

Now, his words are like rubbing salt into a wound.

"Chen Yu..."

"I...I know these are basic. My talent level is A. Given enough time, I can try to conceive of more complex things! Give me some time, and I'm sure I can..."

"time?"

Chen Yu interrupted her, his tone calm: "We don't have much time. The next stop, the next disaster, could come at any moment. No one can wait for you to grow up slowly."

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and looked down at her tense, upturned face.

Yang Kexin's throat tightened: "Then... what should I do?"

Chen Yu smiled slightly, leaned down slightly, and lifted her chin: "Only by completely becoming mine will your existence have meaning, after we finish what we need to finish."

His gaze shifted downwards.

The beige fitted T-shirt is made of thin, close-fitting fabric that accentuates every curve of the body.

Her tulip-shaped short skirt, due to her slightly backward sitting posture, revealed her long, slender legs, which were pressed together, and her skin was fully exposed from under the hem of the skirt, all the way to her delicate ankles.

Chen Yu reached out and locked the metal door with a "click".

After locking the door.

Chen Yu slowly reached out his hand, his fingertips touching her neckline.

Slightly tilt it to one side.

Yang Kexin's body stiffened. She didn't flinch, but simply closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

As the neckline was slightly opened, it became clear that there was what looked like a tattoo on the chest.

But upon closer inspection, it doesn't look like that at all; it looks more like marker handwriting.

To be precise, it should be the Chinese character "我" (I/me), with only the upper half showing, in the middle of the collarbone.

Yang Kexin became even more nervous.

She even felt a strange reaction, her whole body was shaking.

Chen Yu nodded: "Hmm, you were quite obedient and didn't erase it without permission. Today, let's write something else."