Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

At dawn, a bright and youthful girl got out of a spacious and beautiful black SUV, holding the door.

She wiped the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes and squinted against the sunlight.

Last night was the third night Hao Qiling spent in the wild after leaving the base. After she got familiar with her special abilities for a day or two, Si Zhou packed her up and stuffed her into the car and took her away.

Si Zhou was not the only one who accepted the mission. About seven or eight psychics plus Si Zhou formed a temporary psychic team.

It was also because they were all psychics, so this time, they walked much faster than the previous time when they came to the base and were slow in order to take care of ordinary people.

In just three days, there was only one day left to reach the destination.

When Hao Qiling woke up, she did not see Si Zhou. After she washed up, she saw Si Zhou talking to a tall man.

He had a serious expression on his face, listened to the other person's words very seriously, and would occasionally chime in with some opinions and questions.

From a distance, I felt that he must be a young man with bright thoughts who was concerned about the future of mankind.

Seeing her wake up, Si Zhou stopped talking, said goodbye to everyone and walked towards her.

"Prudery."

Hao Qiling witnessed his pretentious performance in front of outsiders and silently despised him.

"Lingling, what are you talking about?"

The calm tone of voice was faintly filled with a chilling chill that made people shiver.

"No...nothing. Brother, I just want to ask, when is breakfast?"

When she came out, Hao Qiling exchanged the few remaining contributors in her bracelet for easy-to-carry instant noodles and self-heating hot pot. She had a very carefree life in the past few days.

But today, all the food had been consumed, and she could only ask Si Zhou with a flattering smile.

"you guess?"

Si Zhou said something and motioned her to look at the food situation of the people not far from him.

Hao Qiling followed his gaze.

Even though the people who came were all people with special abilities, most of them were reluctant to spend their precious contributions on food. They all just munched on a piece of dry compressed biscuit.

Hao Qiling noticed with her sharp eyes that the compressed biscuits were from Si Zhou's donation, and were now distributed to these psychics as working meals during the mission.

Some psychics with better conditions can even make some flavorful soup to drink together, so that the meal will not be so choking.

“Are we this too?”

Hao Qiling looked at the compressed biscuits that had just been thrown to her and asked in disbelief.

Si Zhou had already opened the package and started to eat it. Whether in his previous life or this life, he never cared much about his appetite.

From instant noodles some time ago to compressed biscuits now, he can swallow them all without changing his expression.

However, he knew that he did not have high requirements for food, but his delicate sister was different.

One of her biggest hobbies in life is eating delicious food.

It’s not that she can’t accept the existence of compressed biscuits if she can’t get used to them, but she has hardly ever lacked food in the apocalypse.

The only time she lacked food was one month after the end of the world. Soon after, she met Si Zhou and she never lacked food again.

Now that she has to face this "tragic" fact right after waking up, she will definitely not be happy.

So, even though he had everything in his space, he didn't take anything out.

Thinking about watching her with a sad face forcing him to eat compressed biscuits, Si Zhou's evil taste in bullying people seemed to be satisfied in advance.

As he expected, Hao Qiling looked at the compressed biscuits over and over again but couldn't eat them.

Her pretty face wrinkled into a bitter look and she raised her head and looked around.

The other psychics not far away had finished eating and were cleaning up the mess. Many of them had already boarded the car and were waiting for the captain to give the order to set off.

Hao Qiling felt a little panicked, and she quickly looked at the captain of the temporary team of superpowers - Si Zhou.

He bit off the compressed biscuit in his mouth without changing his expression. After taking the last bite, he took out a bottle of drinking water and swallowed it. Obviously, he had finished his breakfast as well.

Hao Qiling opened her eyes wide and crushed the hard compressed biscuits into crumbs before she made up her mind to open the package and stuff the dry biscuit brick into her mouth.

After taking a bite, the dry biscuit crumbs absorbed the water in her mouth. It was dry and tasteless, and every bite was a torture.

Hao Qiling pressed her lips together in grievance, with an unsightly expression. She seemed to be defeated by the cookie. She looked listless, and even her bright eyes dimmed.

Si Zhou's originally enjoyable expression faded slightly. For some reason, he actually felt a little depressed when he saw her like this.

"Is it that bad?" he asked.

Hao Qiling fell into deep thought.

To be honest, compressed biscuits don’t taste that bad. If you chew them carefully, you can even smell some crispy baking aroma.

But it was so dry and tasteless, and somehow reminded her of when she was eleven years old.

Just because I accidentally dropped a bowl while cooking for a relative’s family, I was not allowed to eat for the entire night and the entire day.

Hao Qiling was so hungry that she almost bit the pencil in her hand into pieces and swallowed it while attending class at school.

Although she didn't eat it, the dryness and tastelessness of the wooden pencil remained deeply engraved in her memory.

This led to Hao Qiling starting a revenge binge eating session after she returned to her father. After she recovered, she still had some obsession with food.

Thinking back to the past, Hao Qiling's tears suddenly fell uncontrollably.

The dry and tasteless feeling in my mouth seems to be the same as it was then.

The fear and despair in the memory became more intense.

Tears began to fall one by one, like a downpour. The wet raindrops were extremely aggressive and fell into Si Zhou's heart through his eyes.

"It tastes terrible. It tastes terrible, terrible."

Hao Qiling blamed all the uncomfortable feelings in her heart on the biscuits in her hands, so that her tears would seem justified.

Yes, she is not the fearful and insecure little girl she used to be. She is just spoiled and cries because she is not used to the food.

"Okay, if it doesn't taste good, then I won't eat it. Here, fill your stomach first, and I'll make you something delicious when we get to the institute."

Si Zhou took the biscuit from Hao Qiling's hand, and suddenly a big, juicy, red and bright apple appeared in his hand.

Clear water droplets were still flowing on the apples, making them look particularly tempting in such a desolate world.

Si Zhou didn't know what he was thinking. When he saw the tears, all those bad thoughts were thrown out of the window.

He thought that he still preferred the girl in front of him when she was lively and full of energy.

Even if he was suppressed by himself, he would admit defeat on the surface, but in his heart he was still anxiously thinking about how to get back at him.

Instead of being like this, the pain was written in her eyes and spread to his world.