2333: “What’s wrong with Song Zhicheng?”
Wen Qianshu: “What’s not wrong with Song Zhicheng?”
2333: “…”
2333 was unwilling to give up. 2333 asked repeatedly. Just as an iron pestle can be ground into a needle, 2333 didn’t believe it couldn’t wear down Wen Qianshu.
It asked for two consecutive days, right up until it was almost time for the simulation field to open and Li Shan gave them a day off.
However, although it was a day off, they still had to stay at the base. Most trainees chose to continue training, trying to improve their scores as much as possible. What if they could get assigned one more zombie?
Wen Qianshu finally had some free time. She wandered around the edge of the training ground, found a hidden corner to sit down, took out her phone from her waist pack, and answered it: “If you wanted to persuade me not to touch that drug, how would you do it?”
2333, giving up all hope, said: “The way he did.”
Wen Qianshu let out a laugh and said: “You would tell me what side effects this drug has. At the very least, you’d say that injecting these things is a crooked path and not a long-term solution, instead of telling me how good the benefits of the ‘Pre-determined Team’ are, and that Team 5 might not be as amazing as I imagine.”
The image Wen Qianshu had consistently projected at this base was one of being impulsive and loving the spotlight.
“This method of persuasion he’s using, is it meant to stop me from finding out, or to provoke me into finding out?”
Wen Qianshu confirmed her phone was fully charged: “Take a guess, could this drug be ‘Divine Light’?”
2333 was shocked: “Are you going to inform Shang Ci?”
“No rush.”
Wen Qianshu: “And look at these people, they’re always observing me. I think this training camp has been pretty thoroughly infiltrated, right?”
2333: “Are you sure? I feel like they’re…”
They like you.
But 2333 didn’t dare to say it out loud, only using a more tactful phrasing: “Don’t you think you’re being overly cautious?”
Just like how Shang Ci was concerned about her, yet she insisted on connecting it to conspiracy theories. These thoughts were even too serious, not at all like Wen Qianshu’s usual style.
Wen Qianshu: “Being cautious won’t get me into trouble, right?”
She had been fiddling with her phone, but now she raised her eyes and smiled. The sunlight hit her cheeks, reflecting off the glistening beads of sweat. With a slight movement from their owner, the brilliant golden rays mixed with the sweat and flowed together into the restraint device.
The restraint device was cold and exquisite, with the small, bright red character for “Shu” hooked by her ear. It was like a lock, locking away a smile, and also like a net of ice, restraining a handful of fire.
2333 started to feel that something was off. Wen Qianshu had completed missions before, but always very casually, never following the rules. It was obvious she didn’t care much about the so-called ‘repairing the world line’; most of the time, she was just seeking novelty and her own amusement. In Yan Chengshuang’s world, she even pushed the female protagonist aside and turned everything upside down on her own.
She was being so well-behaved now, although not entirely.
2333 finally asked suspiciously: “Are you cooking up some bad ideas again?”
Wen Qianshu said in surprise: “Ah, when have I ever not been cooking up bad ideas?”
She pressed a few buttons on her phone, put it away, and said with a smile: “Your observation skills are lacking, 2333.”
2333: “You’re a perfectly fine person, why did you have to be born with a mouth?”
Wen Qianshu laughed: “What a thing to say. If I didn’t have a mouth, how could I piss you off?”
2333: “…”
2333: “Wen! Qian! Shu!”
Wen Qianshu responded to it, as nonchalantly as could be: “Yes, 2333.”
She stood up and smiled: “Let’s go, we have to go check out this drug.”
Only then did 2333 realize that although the place Wen Qianshu was sitting was hidden, it wasn’t shady. The sun beat down directly, making her face red. It was by no means a good place to rest.
It was clear she was sitting here waiting for something, and she had found it.
2333 followed her line of sight and saw two trainees huddled close together, speaking to each other with their heads down. One of them looked nervous, while the other patted his shoulder firmly, as if making a promise.
Soon, the two of them walked off together down a small path.
Wen Qianshu also started walking, following them. The path was winding, with lush grass and leaves. Days of training had made Wen Qianshu even more nimble, and she silently tailed the two like a shadow falling behind them.
They went to the dormitories at the back.
Wen Qianshu followed outside, watching them go upstairs.
The old man guarding the dormitory sat there, his hair gray and his face kind, drinking water from an enamel mug and reading the newspaper. Wen Qianshu glanced at him, bypassed the main entrance, and started climbing up the balconies bare-handed.
2333: “…”
You’re so fierce, really.
Wen Qianshu: “Help me keep an eye on the surveillance… never mind, don’t bother. They know I’m here anyway.”
2333 was stunned: “If they already know, why are you still climbing the balcony?”
“Can’t be helped, I still have to put on a show.” Wen Qianshu said, “Who told me to establish a persona of being all brawn and no brains, and arrogant enough to challenge the heavens, when I entered the training camp?”
2333 came to a sudden realization: “I knew you were pretending! I was wondering why you were so fond of the spotlight, attracting so much attention.”
After all, in the life of Yan Chengshuang, she had been the Senior Sister of Canglan Courtyard for a long time. She was constantly expected to be “a model for the righteous immortal sects,” with every action and movement needing to be proper. Being in the spotlight had been utter misery for her.
Wen Qianshu: “Oh my, you’ve found me out. But I’m busy right now, I’ll give you a little red flower later.”
2333: “Get lost!”
Wen Qianshu stepped on the railing, concentrated on listening for a moment, then continued climbing up the water pipe: “The persona you create for yourself, you have to see it through with a smile.”
Reaching the third floor, she stopped, swung herself over to the adjacent balcony, and agilely flipped into the dormitory. Unexpectedly, there was another trainee in the room. He was shirtless and dripping wet, drying his hair while grabbing clothes to hang out. He froze when he saw Wen Qianshu, rubbed his eyes, and stumbled back two steps in fright.
The next second, Wen Qianshu snatched the cloth he was using to dry his hair, stuffed it into his mouth, and muffled the noise he was about to make.
Wen Qianshu raised her index finger: “Shh.”
The other person was terrified. His exposed face was wet, very handsome, and also very familiar.
“Huh? Song Zhicheng?” Wen Qianshu was surprised, “What are you doing here?”
Song Zhicheng: “???”
Shouldn’t I be the one asking that?
He pulled the cloth out of his mouth and asked in a low voice: “What’s going on?”
Wen Qianshu: “Nothing’s going on, I’m just taking a stroll.”
As she spoke, she pressed her ear against the wall, trying to hear sounds from the next room, but she heard nothing.
The wall seemed to have been thickened; it was impossible to hear anything between the adjacent rooms. It was even less clear than listening from the balcony.
Wen Qianshu: “The soundproofing is really good.”
She raised her eyes to look at Song Zhicheng. Her gaze swept over his firm and sturdy upper body and the loose-fitting cargo shorts he was wearing, finally landing on his slippers. The plastic sandals weren’t wet, and they didn’t make any squeaking sounds when he walked. No wonder Wen Qianshu hadn’t heard him moving around in the dorm from the balcony.
He took a shower, but his slippers aren’t wet?
Wen Qianshu shifted her gaze back to his bare upper body.
Song Zhicheng shivered under her gaze but didn’t look away: “What is it?”
2333 said urgently: “What are you going to do!”
Wen Qianshu didn’t answer Song Zhicheng, but she answered 2333: “Don’t worry, I have your Sister Lou.”
2333: “What do you mean, my Sister Lou?”
Wen Qianshu: “What do you think?”
“Isn’t she your Sister Lou? Otherwise, why do you act like you’re monitoring me on her behalf?”
It was the same with Yun Cai. The system clearly doesn’t interfere with a repairer’s emotional state, but Wen Qianshu remembered distinctly that when she suspected Yun Cai, 2333 had defended Yun Cai, even questioning her, asking if she didn’t like Yun Cai.
2333 was startled and said: “What are you talking about? I don’t even know her. What are you thinking about all day?”
Wen Qianshu gave a half-smile: “What I’m thinking about all day, you don’t know?”
2333 shivered, but Wen Qianshu’s words seemed like a simple complaint or joke, light and fleeting. Before 2333 could react, she had already said to Song Zhicheng: “Brother, you’re strong, do me a favor?”
Song Zhicheng: “What… what are you going to do?”
A few seconds later, Wen Qianshu was standing on Song Zhicheng’s shoulders, half-squatting, and peering inside through the window on the door. Originally, Wen Qianshu had wanted Song Zhicheng to just kick the door down, but he refused no matter what. After much persuasion, she settled for the next best thing: having him let her stand on his shoulders to see what was going on inside.
Song Zhicheng didn’t understand: “Why are you standing on my shoulders, peeking into a boys’ dorm for no reason?”
Wen Qianshu: “Huh? You want to stand on my shoulders and look instead?”
Song Zhicheng: “?”
Is that really what I’m hung up on?
Wen Qianshu narrowed her eyes.
The neighboring dorm had the same layout as Song Zhicheng’s. From Wen Qianshu’s angle, she could see a single bed and a small desk. The two trainees were sitting at the desk, talking face-to-face. They seemed to be arguing in low voices, gesturing with their hands.
On the bed sat a stranger with their back to the door. Their smooth, long hair was tied up, revealing a delicate and slender figure.
It was a woman.
The two trainees said something and then went to ask the woman. She turned her face to the side. She wasn’t wearing a restraint device, revealing a face that couldn’t be more familiar: Jiang Yao.
Wen Qianshu shook her head: “How cliché.”
Her eyes fixed on the clock inside the room. She smiled, took a sharp breath, and pressed down hard with her foot. As expected, Song Zhicheng grunted in pain and bumped into the door.
From inside the door: “Who is it?”
Wen Qianshu leaped down lightly, turned upon landing, and pretended to run, only to collide right into Song Zhicheng. Just then, the door opened, and a gun was pointed at them.
One of the trainees said in a hoarse voice: “Get in.”
Song Zhicheng wanted to cry but had no tears. He swallowed hard and entered the room with Wen Qianshu. The other trainee closed the door.
Wen Qianshu: “Why is it you?”
Jiang Yao didn’t answer. She just glanced at Wen Qianshu and then looked at the trainee holding the gun: “What’s going on?”
That trainee spat, frowned, and asked: “Did you recruit her?”
The other trainee quickly shook his head: “No, absolutely not!”
The trainee with the gun frowned even more tightly and instructed the other one: “Search them.”
Wen Qianshu sneered, unfastened the sharp knife from her waist, and threw it to the ground with a “clang,” clean and decisive.
The trainee stepped on her knife, kicked it away, and bent down to search her, checking several places where a weapon could be hidden. Then he looked at Song Zhicheng: “…”
Song Zhicheng explained with a bitter smile: “I just took a shower.”
He was still shirtless and wearing sandals, so the trainee gave him a perfunctory search and shook his head: “Nothing.”
Wen Qianshu stared at Jiang Yao, who stared back at her. The trainee with the gun asked: “What should we do now?”
Jiang Yao interlaced her fingers and placed them on her lap, as if in deep thought.
Wen Qianshu glanced at her mid-calf leather boots and asked: “What’s the deal with the drug? Are you involved in this too?”
Jiang Yao didn’t deny it. The trainee with the gun, however, stared at them for a moment, smiled maliciously, and raised his leg to kick the back of Wen Qianshu’s knee, as if trying to force her to kneel. But Wen Qianshu seemed to have anticipated it, suddenly sidestepping to dodge, making him kick empty air. The man wasn’t flustered and immediately pointed the gun at Song Zhicheng: “If you move again, your classmate’s life is over.”
2333: “…”
Wen Qianshu’s face darkened. She looked at Song Zhicheng. The tall guy’s face was also grim as he said defiantly: “Go ahead and shoot if you have the guts.”
“Wait!” Wen Qianshu raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, her expression extremely ugly: “What exactly do you want?”
2333 suddenly found the scene a bit absurd, even feeling the urge to pull out a bag of sunflower seeds to snack on.
This time, the trainee got his wish and successfully kicked Wen Qianshu’s knee, forcing her to kneel. With a “thud,” her knee hit the ground, a sound that would make one’s scalp tingle.
Wen Qianshu’s face turned pale with pain, but she smiled, her gaze growing fiercer as she stared at Jiang Yao like a little wolf. Jiang Yao said: “You should show a little more tenderness to the fairer sex.”
The trainee with the gun snorted coldly: “Captain Jiang, you don’t know, this little girl is usually so arrogant. Backed by Team 5, she doesn’t give anyone face, her chin is always pointed at the sky. She only pays attention to this pretty boy, always going to find him.”
No man would be happy to be called a “pretty boy,” and Song Zhicheng shot him a glare on the spot.
Jiang Yao: “I know.”
She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on her knees and pressing her thumb against her lower lip, studying Wen Qianshu. Her eyes were pitch-black, making one feel strangely uncomfortable.
Wen Qianshu also looked up at her, her equally dark pupils like a starless, moonless night. Jiang Yao smiled, seemingly amused: “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt your little boyfriend.”
2333: “…”
Wen Qianshu: “…”
Wen Qianshu’s ears quickly turned red with anger.
But she reacted quickly enough, stiffening her neck and denying it in a way that only made it more obvious: “He’s not!”
2333: “?”
2333 suddenly felt that the sunflower seeds in its hand had lost their flavor: “What the hell?”
The trainee sneered and punched Song Zhicheng in the face, knocking his head to the side. Wen Qianshu gritted her teeth: “You!”
Her sentence was cut short, but only 2333 heard the second half: “Nice job.”
2333: “…”
However, from anyone else’s perspective, Wen Qianshu was just narrowing her eyes and staring daggers at Jiang Yao, as if she were about to breathe fire.
Jiang Yao was pleased. She said gently: “We can let him go, let both of you go. But I need you to keep this a secret.”
Song Zhicheng opened his mouth: “No, don’t listen to them! Don’t you dare listen to them…”
Before he could finish, someone clamped a hand over his mouth, and he struggled with muffled “mmph” sounds. Wen Qianshu: “What kind of secret?”
Jiang Yao: “I need you to stay and get an injection. Don’t worry, there are no side effects, it’ll just make you a bit stronger. But this thing is against the rules, so I hope you won’t talk about our little transaction. As for him…”
Jiang Yao sized up Song Zhicheng for a moment: “I’ll think about it later.”
Wen Qianshu: “How do I know you’re not lying to me?”
Jiang Yao: “Even if I am lying, what can you do about it?”
“You might as well just obey.” Jiang Yao glanced at Song Zhicheng. “I can still let him leave in one piece.”
Wen Qianshu frowned, staring coldly at Jiang Yao. She seemed to have calmed down and resigned herself to her fate: “Fine.”
Jiang Yao smiled: “Smart.”
However, Wen Qianshu added: “Let me say a few words to him.”
Jiang Yao raised an eyebrow and waved her hand.
The trainee with the gun sneered. Seeing Song Zhicheng struggling to say something, mumbling things like “No” and “You can’t,” he casually pulled a pair of socks from a locker, stuffed them into his mouth, dragged him to the bedside, and tied his hands tightly.
2333: “…”
So ruthless. It was almost starting to feel sorry for Song Zhicheng.
Song Zhicheng made two muffled sounds and shook his head frantically.
But Wen Qianshu stood up and walked over to Song Zhicheng.
She leaned in close, almost touching his cheek, and whispered: “Honestly, you don’t act like Gao Bai at all. That’s the first thing.”
Song Zhicheng froze as if struck by lightning, staring at her with wide eyes—at this girl he had thought was talented but arrogant and conceited. Now, she was actually smiling, a smile so cold, even a little cruel, like a mask had been torn open, revealing the true emotions behind it.
But her gaze didn’t linger on Song Zhicheng. Instead, it went past his ear, upwards, towards the clock on the wall. She leaned down in a posture that looked like an embrace, but for some reason, it made Song Zhicheng start to feel cold, even tremble: “Second, my attitude towards you was off, but for you to mistake that for affection is a bit much.”
“Third.” Wen Qianshu’s gaze returned to him, looking at his wide eyes, at his mouth that was gagged just as he realized something was wrong and wanted to cry out, and at his increasingly ugly expression. She smiled, “Don’t do something so stupid again next time.”
Before her words had faded, Song Zhicheng’s face turned deathly pale. In fact, everyone’s expression became strange, because Wen Qianshu’s hand was sliding up his pant leg.
This should have been a very inappropriate and hooligan-like action, but a muffled gunshot completely derailed the atmosphere.
Song Zhicheng wailed, but the sound was blocked by the gag in his mouth. His pants were quickly soaked with blood, and the pain was so intense that veins popped out on his neck as he gasped for air.
It was a miniature pistol that Wen Qianshu had found strapped to his thigh inside his pants. She had shot him in the knee.
The trainee holding the gun was startled and fired abruptly. But Wen Qianshu jerked to the side, pulling Song Zhicheng up to block the shot. The bullet went wide, hitting Song Zhicheng’s shoulder, making him cry out with a muffled groan.
Using Song Zhicheng as a shield, Wen Qianshu acted decisively, shooting the trainee in the knee and causing him to collapse to the ground. Seeing him, pained and angry, trying to get up with a pale face, Wen Qianshu quickly untied Song Zhicheng’s bonds. It was a slipknot, just as she’d expected. She pushed Song Zhicheng, sending him sprawling onto the trainee, and the two of them tumbled down together.
The other trainee saw that things had gone wrong and spun around to run, but was shot in each knee by Wen Qianshu. He fell to the ground with a thud, wailing as he tried to reach the door, but he couldn’t get up.
The dorm’s door had a rotating lock. He gritted his teeth, propping himself up to try and reach it, but a gunshot from behind made him flinch. He quickly let go and turned around, trembling.
Terrified, he collapsed to the floor and heard Wen Qianshu laugh softly and say: “Good boy.”
The trainee with the gun pushed Song Zhicheng away, but a sharp pain shot through his wrist. Wen Qianshu’s shoe was pressing down firmly on his wrist. With a grind and a kick, she kicked the gun away and picked it up herself.
Then she fired another shot, putting one in his other knee as well.
The trainee screamed in agony, but Wen Qianshu dragged the now-unconscious Song Zhicheng and used his upper body to pin the trainee down firmly. She smiled: “This pretty boy isn’t light, is he?”
The room was filled with wails, mixed with the smell of blood.
Wen Qianshu appeared to be smiling, her expression at ease, but 2333 knew her back was soaked with sweat and her whole body was tense. Taking out three trainees in one go was no easy feat, especially with someone else watching menacingly from the side.
On the surface, however, Wen Qianshu just looked at the new gun in her hand and, amidst the screams, wails, and pained gasps, slowly turned to “Jiang Yao.” The other woman hadn’t moved; she was just watching with wide eyes, as if watching a play.
Are her legs no good?
“The… honey… trap.” Wen Qianshu said word by word, as if amused. “What made you think I like Gao Bai? Because I tried every way I could to kill that little zombie?”
The woman opposite her remained silent, watching her intently. But after a moment, she also smiled: “Because you were angry in that moment. The moment you looked at the little zombie, you were smiling, but you were also angry. I could see what you were thinking.”
Her eyes lacked luster, which made them seem deeper and more somber, like the Dead Sea, like an abyss, as if they would suck in all the light in the world. Her gaze was so heavy and cold, as if it could pierce through Wen Qianshu’s eyes to see something deeper, more distant: “You were thinking: your beloved thing was hurt, so you had to make them pay the price.”
She smiled: “For lunatics like you and me, threatening us directly is useless. You can only threaten those close to us.”
Because Wen Qianshu was carried out of the ruins by Gao Bai, and because the moment Wen Qianshu got angry was when Gao Bai turned into a zombie, they thought she liked Gao Bai?
For once, Wen Qianshu felt a little fortunate. Fortunate that she was gay, and fortunate that her feelings for Lou Jiu weren’t due to any reason from this world.
If it were Lou Jiu…
Wen Qianshu didn’t even dare to think about it.
“Ha, a brilliant fantasy.” Wen Qianshu licked her lips and grinned, “But I just wanted to kill a zombie. Why do I need a reason?”
“My text message is set to send on a timer, so it’ll be a while before Captain Shang gets here.” Wen Qianshu kicked out with her foot, accurately stopping the struggling trainee. She stepped firmly on his hand, leaned down to look at the watch on his wrist, but raised the gun in her hand, aiming the muzzle at the woman. “We still have time to chat. Don’t you think?”
She lifted her eyelids and said politely: “Jiang Yin.”
Author’s Notes:
The next chapter will start tying up loose ends.
Congratulations to Jiang. The Choice Fanatic. Yin for coming online. But she won’t be caught so easily.
It’s normal if you didn’t guess why he was exposed. Wen Qianshu has a few other reasons for being so suspicious of Song Zhicheng, which I will write about later.
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