“Classmate, are you alright?” Tang Wanyue opened the door, asking with concern.
“Mm, I’m fine. Here’s some food—it should last you a while. And…” Tang Cheng hesitantly picked up the bag of clothes in his hand, “…also, here’s a bag of clothes. Your clothes were a bit torn…”
“Clothes? You actually…found clothes for me…” Tang Wanyue reached out and took the clothes Tang Cheng handed over, but as soon as she opened the bag, she discovered there were even a girl’s most private undergarments inside. White SIZE—why was there even a sailor uniform?
“Th…thank you…” Tang Wanyue couldn’t help but lower her face, a charming blush spreading across her cheeks.
“I just don’t know if they’ll fit?” Tang Cheng looked away, asking awkwardly.
“Ah?” But Tang Wanyue thought Tang Cheng was talking about whether the underwear would fit, so she instantly covered her heaving chest with both hands, her face turning bright red.
“N-no, that’s not it…” Realizing Tang Wanyue’s embarrassed look, Tang Cheng hurriedly explained in a panic, “I meant the clothes, if they fit or not—not anything else…”
“They should fit… Thank you for the clothes…” Tang Wanyue replied shyly, her head lowered.
“Take the food inside, and the medical kit too.” Seeing that Tang Wanyue didn’t seem to think of him as a pervert, Tang Cheng finally relaxed a little.
“Okay.” Tang Wanyue began to carry the food into the store.
Tang Cheng stood at the door with his shotgun, but he noticed that everyone inside was staring hungrily at the food, as if if he left, they would pounce and snatch it all!
Especially Zhang Pi and Li Dan, who were tied up on the floor—their eyes fixed on the food, gulping, hands constantly struggling against the ropes!
None of these people cared how Tang Cheng had gotten the food. All they wanted now was to get a share, and if they could have it all to themselves, they could survive longer in this desperate world!
And Tang Wanyue was just a frail girl—how could she protect the food? Tang Cheng knew that as soon as he left, these people would rush forward to grab it, just like before.
“Tang Wanyue, you’ll be the one to distribute the food.”
Tang Cheng deliberately raised the shotgun in his hand, waving it at the people inside, raising his voice on purpose, “Oh, and if anyone dares to snatch it, just let me know. I’m right across the hall! By the way, there are still some rounds left in this gun!”
As soon as they heard Tang Cheng’s words, everyone inside immediately lowered their eyes and shrank back to their places, not daring to look at the food by the door anymore. After all, the boy at the door wasn’t just a zombie—he was a zombie with a gun!
“Pfft… I understand. Thank you, classmate.” Noticing everyone’s expressions inside, Tang Wanyue covered her smile, realizing Tang Cheng was worried about her.
“I’ll head back now. Make sure to block the door.”
“Mm.”
Tang Wanyue looked gratefully at Tang Cheng as he walked into the place across the hall. Though his face still frightened her, she already understood that this classmate—whose name she still didn’t know—wouldn’t hurt her.
Tang Cheng returned to the book café, sitting on the sofa to rest. All the running back and forth had left him a bit tired.
He opened the shotgun’s chamber. If he remembered correctly, there was only one round left. To be honest, the gun wasn’t much use to him—he only carried it to defend himself against humans who might treat him as a zombie to be eliminated. His feelings were complicated.