WMSR — QT Chapter 93

WMSR – QT Chapter 93

By

siofra

Chapter 93

Because the young man gazed at the most dazzling figure on the basketball court with such intense focus, a closer observation would even faintly reveal that this focus bore a striking similarity to the expression in the eyes of the girls crowding along the sidelines and staring at Ling Mengchen.

Just as the young man watched that dazzling figure on the court with concentrated silence, an unexpected accident occurred. One of the players, overly excited after securing possession of the ball, spun around abruptly without noticing Ling Mengchen right behind him, slamming directly into the completely unprepared Ling Mengchen and sending him crashing to the ground.

The instant Ling Mengchen hit the ground with a cry of pain, virtually no one on or off the court retained any interest in the game. The playing students rushed forward with expressions of worry, while the female students on the sidelines erupted into shrieks, with some indignantly complaining about how careless the play had been.

Even the stern-faced young man who had been watching Ling Mengchen with unwavering concentration felt his heart tighten the moment the accident happened, instinctively taking a few steps forward. Yet the bustling crowd that quickly gathered out of concern—particularly the sudden appearance of a pretty young woman—instantly snapped him back to reality. He stood in silence for a moment, his hands clenched tightly at his sides before he finally retreated step by step, sinking back into the dim shadows where his expression could no longer be seen.

The appearance of that pretty young woman exerted a chilling deterrent effect on more than just him. The players who had stood closest to Ling Mengchen on the court automatically yielded their positions; after all, in such moments, a "family member" held the absolute priority to remain by Ling Mengchen's side. Meanwhile, the girls who had previously worn indignant, worried expressions and competed to get closer to Ling Mengchen fell silent the moment they laid eyes on the pretty young woman. Some of them looked at the young woman's exquisite face, felt a sudden wave of self-reproach, lowered their heads, and quietly retreated a bit further back.

Indeed, this pretty young woman was none other than Ling Mengchen's girlfriend, Qi Yuanyuan, the reigning campus beauty of A University.

Qi Yuanyuan walked toward Ling Mengchen with an appearance of deep concern, while secretly taking in the reactions of everyone around her. Accustomed to being pursued and adored since childhood, she nevertheless felt a surge of profound satisfaction as she observed the stiff expressions on those girls' faces, alongside the barely concealable jealousy and underlying inferiority in their eyes. All of this prestige was bestowed upon her by her boyfriend.

Qi Yuanyuan lowered her gaze to look at her boyfriend lying on the ground in front of her, frowning in pain. Even in such a disheveled and prone state, his radiance remained undiminished, and that handsome face lost none of its striking appeal. A look of anxiety and worry—the kind expected of a devoted girlfriend—spread across Qi Yuanyuan's face. She even reached out a hand to gently wipe away the fine beads of perspiration welling up above his handsome brow.

Bai Yichen regained consciousness precisely while feeling the sensation of that soft, delicate hand wiping his forehead. Upon opening his eyes, the first sight that met his vision was an exquisite face filled with worry. Bai Yichen merely glanced at it before immediately closing his eyes once more to begin absorbing the information belonging to this world, leaving Qi Yuanyuan with a look of stunned bewilderment.

The speed at which Bai Yichen absorbed the information was extremely rapid. Yet once he had fully assimilated the data of this world, rather than feeling any sense of relief, his entire body grew tense to an unprecedented degree. Without a moment's hesitation, he attempted to stand up.

However, the dozen or years of paralysis from the previous world caused his legs to buckle the moment he tried to rise, tumbling him back down. Fortunately, his teammates were right beside him, and those tall young men steadying him effortlessly caught his weight.

None of them found Bai Yichen's instability strange, assuming simply that he had injured his leg during the fall, and immediately began chattering advice that he should be taken to the infirmary.

Upon hearing the keyword infirmary, a cold jolt ran through Bai Yichen's heart, and he rejected the suggestion without a second thought. After all, it was precisely inside the infirmary that the original host had met his end when the apocalypse erupted.

This world was an extremely high-risk environment where even the fundamental rules had been rewritten. Rather than rewarding a set number of years of lifespan for surviving specific crises, the system had directly converted into a survival mode. The baseline survival task was set at one month; as long as one managed to survive for a full month, the mission was deemed complete, with extra rewards granted for any duration past that point—the longer one survived, the greater the rewards.

While this mode seemed alluring on the surface, it brimmed with danger because this was a zombie apocalypse. Before long, a zombie tide would erupt globally, causing countless ordinary people to mutate without warning and turn into zombies that would tear apart fellow survivors. Aside from a tiny fraction of individuals who awakened special abilities, the vast majority of ordinary people in this apocalyptic era would find themselves endlessly chased and hunted by zombies, fleeing for their lives, lacking proper clothing and food, and ultimately becoming part of the zombie horde.

And right now, only a mere two hours remained before the outbreak of the zombie tide.

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Chapter 46: The Senior of the Apocalypse 02

Aware that the zombie tide would erupt in just two hours, Bai Yichen felt intensely anxious. Zombies—what kind of entities were they? Flashes of various zombie-themed films he had watched while still alive crossed Bai Yichen's mind, but regardless of which movie it was, the scenes portrayed were utterly filled with despair.

In a world like this, could he truly manage to smoothly survive the first month?

While Bai Yichen was deep in thought, assisted by his teammates, he gradually grew accustomed to his legs once again. In truth, his fall this time had not resulted in any leg injury; his inability to walk earlier stemmed entirely from more than a decade of immobility, which had made him forget how to walk. Yet Bai Yichen's paralysis had not been congenital. As someone who used to be a normal person, even though he had spent over a decade confined to a wheelchair, once granted completely healthy legs and supported for a short walk, he gradually recovered his coordination. He even gently pushed his teammates aside and tried taking a couple of tentative steps forward on his own.

Seeing that Bai Yichen's gait had normalized after taking a few slow steps, his teammates all heaved sighs of relief. Knowing he was fine, they immediately resumed their boisterous joking and bantering.

The stern-faced young man standing beneath the shade of the trees quietly watched as Bai Yichen was surrounded and escorted away by a crowd like stars orbiting the moon, until that retreating figure vanished entirely from his field of vision.

He let out a soft sigh, turning away with a sense of lingering melancholy.

Meanwhile, Bai Yichen, supported by his teammates as they walked toward the men's dormitory building, had already organized his thoughts and outlined a sequential 1-2-3-4 plan for his next steps. First and foremost, he could not remain on this campus. The population density within the school was exceptionally high, and the upcoming zombie mutation would occur completely at random among the populace—meaning the greater the number of people, the higher the concentration of zombies. At the initial outbreak of the zombie tide, people would lack any form of defense, getting bitten and transformed into new zombies immediately. In short, this was a zone of peril and utterly unsuited for breaking out of an encirclement. In fact, the original host of this body had been resting inside the infirmary when the outbreak began and was torn apart and killed by a zombie that broke inside.