Train Survival: You're really trying to survive!

Su Li sat on the bed, rubbing her lower back.

He watched as Song Mingyu sat on the table and began to fiddle with a few seeds. Some blood-red mist was guided out from the cradle of life and merged into the seeds.

When Song Mingyu is focused on her work, she possesses an intellectual and rational beauty. It makes one want to test whether her composure will be broken.

Su Li shook her head, suppressing the thought; this wasn't the right place. Half an hour of fighting had been enough.

[Mingyu seems unusually proactive today; it's probably because of the psychological intervention we just had.]

From this perspective, psychological intervention worked and successfully weakened Zurich's fighting capacity.

[Could it be Mingyu? After the fight, she can still go to work as if nothing happened.]

Is this what female STEM students are like?

Lost in thought, Su Li rested her elbow on the headboard, propped her chin up, and watched Song Mingyu work.

Cultivating crops takes a long time, but Song Mingyu's magic has compressed that time, although it consumes a lot of magical energy.

She now handles a whole range of tasks, including bloodline manipulation, catalytic iteration, and selective breeding, especially the integration of bloodline factors, which requires very precise operations.

When she does it, she usually makes a rough estimate to ensure a certain margin of error. Then she puts it into the small world to plant, and after planting, she selects the seeds she needs.

The difficulty has skyrocketed in trying to compress this week-long project into just a few hours.

So, Su Li saw that as Song Mingyu worked, sweat began to appear on her forehead.

The process lasted for about two hours. When the last wisp of red light disappeared from the seed and the green magical energy once again filled the room, Song Mingyu's shoulders finally relaxed.

"Hoo~" Song Mingyu leaned back against the chair.

"All done?" Su Li stood up and walked over.

He looked at the table, where there were 30 seeds.

Song Mingyu's eyes were lowered, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep. "Okay, actually the most troublesome thing was how to turn them into props. It took me a lot of effort."

Trading items through the system requires the animals to be killed or deactivated. This is to prevent certain civilizations from exploiting loopholes to trade people and develop mercenary-like gameplay. After several version updates, the only living beings that can be traded through the system now are simple items recognized by the system, such as seeds without intelligence.

The seeds modified by Song Mingyu, besides needing to fulfill their functional requirements, also needed to eliminate the possibility of them becoming plant monsters. This step is referred to by many players as "toolization."

If the team hadn't split up, there wouldn't have been this much trouble. Now that they're separated, the only way to exchange supplies is through the system.

"Send these to them, and these too, the dew of the World Flower. Drip the dew onto the seeds, and the seeds will absorb the life energy in the dew to grow. It will last for one day. New seeds are being cultivated, and you will be able to get them in three days."

Seeing how tired Song Mingyu was, Su Li picked her up in a princess carry, and Song Mingyu obediently rested her head on Su Li's chest.

Su Li took off Song Mingyu's fur-lined boots and put them aside, then placed Song Mingyu on the bed.

Song Mingyu released Su Li's neck and called out to her in a lazy voice, "Help me wipe my sweat~"

Su Li didn't ask, rather unkindly, why he didn't use magic. He took out a towel and began wiping the sweat from Song Mingyu's face.

Forehead, cheeks, chin, neck.

Then, naturally, he slipped inside his white-gray turtleneck sweater. He started dribbling.

Song Mingyu licked her lips, spread her toes, and pulled her black stockings so that a hint of flesh could be seen through them.

With her toes pinched, Song Mingyu opened her arms, making a gesture as if asking for a hug, "Come on, let's have a second round."