Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

Xu Ying witnessed this scene and jokingly remarked:

"Chengzi, that kid, finally dared to speak up. Comrade Xiao Li is so versatile, you'd better hurry up, or you'll miss your chance!"

Laughter erupted in the cafeteria. Su Rui, with his forthright personality, joined in the jeering.

"Xu Da is right! Captain Lu, keep it up!"

Lu Jingcheng scratched his head, looked at Li Luo apologetically, his eyes full of tenderness and smiles, without the slightest rebuttal.

Li Luo maintained her calm expression, her fingertips slightly curled to conceal the turmoil in her heart, but a hint of warmth flashed in her eyes. She picked up her glass, took a sip of juice, and let everyone tease her without saying a word or making any defense.

The potato at her feet seemed to understand but didn't quite, rubbing against her trouser leg and making a satisfied purring sound, adding a touch of softness to the noisy cafeteria.

As the banquet came to an end, night had fallen, the lights of the base flickered in the darkness, and the team members gradually dispersed to return to their respective posts.

Li Luo stood by the dormitory window, gazing at the scattered lights in the direction of the core area, her thoughts churning.

Meeting the Lu family was a completely new emotional experience for her, and a response to A-Cheng's feelings;

However, the hidden mole within the core layer, who was a dual-elemental traitor of both lightning and darkness, had not yet revealed himself, and the final assault in three days was fast approaching, leaving her no room for composure. The tension she had suppressed earlier had long since vanished, replaced by a steady and calculated plan.

Soft footsteps sounded behind her, and the next second, a warm hand gently grasped hers. Lu Jingcheng's gentle voice sounded in her ear:

"Don't overthink it, I'm here. Tomorrow I'll take you to meet my family. They're all very easy to get along with, so you won't feel awkward. If you feel tired, I have some high-level energy cores there; you can use them to replenish your mental energy."

Li Luo turned to look at him. The moonlight shone on his face, softening his usually sharp features. The seriousness in his eyes also dissipated a bit. He softly hummed in agreement, his tone carrying a hint of dependence that he himself was unaware of: "Okay, Cheng."

The evening breeze blew in through the window, carrying a faint scent of grass and trees, temporarily easing the oppressive and tense atmosphere of the apocalypse.

However, both of them knew that this brief period of peace was just the calm before the storm. Finding the last mole and securing the main defensive line in the southwest corner were the most urgent tasks at hand.

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In the afternoon in the core area of ​​Youzhou Base, the sunlight, unlike the sweltering heat common in the post-apocalyptic world, filtered through layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadow on the stone path.

Lu Jingcheng held Li Luo's hand, slowing his pace, his fingertips occasionally gently squeezing her palm, whispering comforting words:

"Lolo, my dad looks serious, but he's actually very thoughtful and easy to get along with."

Li Luo's fingertips curled slightly, her expression remaining calm and composed, but a subtle awkwardness, like meeting an elder for the first time, was hidden in her eyes.

This was an emotion she had never experienced in countless life-or-death battles.

She gave a soft "hmm," her gaze sweeping over the scattered detached courtyards on both sides. Far from the grim atmosphere of the outer defense line, the courtyard walls were covered with lush green vines, and the occasional birdsong revealed a sense of tranquility before the apocalypse.

Before long, the two stopped in front of a vermilion courtyard gate. Two neatly trimmed pine trees stood beside the gate, and a faint aroma of tea wafted from inside the courtyard.

Lu Jingcheng raised his hand and knocked on the door knocker twice. The wooden door opened in response, and Lu's father, Lu Zhengde, came out to greet him.

The man looked to be in his early forties, but his posture was still as upright as a pine tree. His dark cotton Zhongshan suit was neatly pressed, and although the fabric was simple and slightly soft from washing, it did not diminish his demeanor in the slightest.