Watch closely, this woman is called Tong Qi

"Rinse your mouth!"

A cup of water was held out in front of Cao Yaxuan.

Cao Yaxuan felt utterly wronged.

You're the one acting disgusted by me!

Do you know I'm a rich, beautiful girl, while you're just a stinking loser?

Back when I attended school ceremonies, you didn't even count as one of the lackeys standing guard!

Xu Lang let out a soft breath and slightly closed his eyes as he checked his private messages.

[112 Wu Leiting: Lord Lang, are you really together with Cao Yaxuan? Do you have any private photos of her?]

Those freeloaders really dared to ask for anything!

Xu Lang decisively blocked Wu Leiting.

Aside from people asking for private photos, there were also people sending private photos—some girls who wanted to ask for supplies.

The only problem was that none of them were on the same floor as him.

There were two exceptions.

They were Wu Huihui from Room 186 and her roommate, Zhou Wei.

Just as Xu Lang was about to accept the two girls' friend requests, a new friend request caught his attention.

[170 Tong Qi: Xu Lang, I'll come up tomorrow at noon. Can you give me some water?]

The note was very simple.

An indistinct image of a short-haired girl wearing glasses surfaced in Xu Lang's mind.

Mm!

Indistinct indeed!

Tong Qi was the kind of heroine whose assets had developed spectacularly. They were at least an E-cup; whenever she walked, the sound effects "duang, duang" automatically popped into people's minds, making it only natural for them to overlook her appearance.

This was absolutely in line with Xu Lang's tastes. The comfort level definitely wouldn't be low!

He tapped accept.

[200 Xu Lang: Your information says you're a room owner.]

[170 Tong Qi: Yeah, my friend died. (Image)]

The image was a selfie of Tong Qi. This was the first time Xu Lang had looked at Tong Qi's face so seriously.

She had a hime cut, and her slightly baby-fat cheeks looked somewhat haggard at the moment. Still, it was obvious that her skin had originally been quite good. Her looks were the delicate, girl-next-door type.

The only issue was that the photo only showed her head. She really didn't know how to capture the important parts.

Xu Lang didn't say what he was thinking, or it would have counted as making a dirty joke.

Too many dirty jokes could easily turn someone into the kind of pervert who bent down to tie his shoelaces when he was actually sniffing a junior girl's sneakers.

Before he could say anything, another message came from her side.

[170 Tong Qi: Can you lend me a cup of water? I'll definitely pay you back later.]

[200 Xu Lang: ?]

[170 Tong Qi: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I was wrong. I'll come over tomorrow, I promise! But can you trade me a cup of water first? I really feel like I'm about to die.]

That tiny question mark seemed as though it had been pressed onto Yasuo's forehead. It was hard to imagine just how much damage it had dealt to Tong Qi's fragile heart.

Just from the text alone, it felt as though the person on the other side was already incoherent.

Tong Qi had grown up in the countryside and had been raised by her grandmother. She was an especially shy girl with few friends at school, somewhat timid and peculiar in personality.

Still, if they were talking about being peculiar, Xu Lang really had no right to criticize anyone else.

When Xu Lang didn't reply, Tong Qi began apologizing again.

[170 Tong Qi: I'm sorry. Maybe I never should have been born. I'm really sorry.]

Playing the sympathy card?

Xu Lang had a dark mind, so that was naturally where his thoughts went.

He glanced at the water dispenser, which was filled to the brim, and felt that he could gamble with a cup of water.

As for whether Tong Qi would actually be capable of coming upstairs tomorrow, he didn't think too much about it.

It was like finding a pile of scratch-off tickets. If he didn't scratch one, it would gnaw at him.

Crystal-clear tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, carving wet streaks across her withered cheeks.

It was impossible to tell whether the salt in the tears was at fault or whether the dry dead skin had gone astray, but when the tears ran down her cheeks, they caused a faint stinging pain.

Tong Qi felt as if she were about to shatter, like a piece of porcelain that had been fired too long.

For some reason, as she looked at the dormitory entrance, she thought it was faintly glowing. Vaguely, she saw the phantom of a white-haired old woman beckoning to her, saying, "Child, if life in the big city is too hard, come home. Grandma will cook for you."

Her mind had already begun to break down.

Just as thoughts of ending her life grew stronger, a trade notification popped up.

A moment later, she had a cup of water and a piece of bread crust in her hands.

[Dormitory Broadcast: On the third night, the zombies' hunting instincts have intensified once again. Some zombies that have eaten human flesh are moving deeper into the shadows. Players, be careful.]

Tonight, the zombies began violently ramming the doors at intervals.

However, since students had shared early on that bracing the door with beds could reduce the rate of durability loss, the number of doors broken down was not high.

And after only three days, it was difficult to starve to death, so tonight was mainly meant to torment everyone mentally.

Dormitory 200.

"Xu Lang, why aren't you getting into bed yet?"

"Are you still angry with me?"

"Xu Lang, let me be straight with you..."

With Xu Lang refusing to get into bed, Cao Yaxuan could not sleep no matter how she tried, and the psychological pressure was immense.

"Go on," Xu Lang said, wolfing down food as he drank water and ate toast.

He had traded a cup of water for this toast.

Cao Yaxuan lay on her side in bed, her big eyes fixed on Xu Lang. "Did you sneak food behind my back?"

As she spoke, she swallowed hard, and her uncooperative stomach let out a pig-like growl.

Xu Lang looked down at the soft, sweet, fragrant bread in his hand, then at Cao Yaxuan's wide eyes. After a moment of silence, he said, "If you say so."

"Is it good?" Cao Yaxuan swallowed again.

"It's good." Xu Lang nodded.

"Then can you..."

Xu Lang stuffed the rest into his mouth in one go, then drained the water to wash it down.

Cao Yaxuan: "..."

"It's fine. I'm not angry with you. At a time like this, it's good to save supplies." Cao Yaxuan took a deep breath and smiled. "Come on, get into bed!"

Sometimes Xu Lang was fierce, but other times he acted like a child. He was actually refusing to sleep in bed just because of a little argument.

Honestly!

"No. I'm sleeping on the floor tonight." Xu Lang shook his head.

"Xu Lang, there's really no need for you to... Hey, Xu Lang, what are you doing?!"

Xu Lang removed the blanket and bedsheet, then lay flat on the floor.

On the bleak Nightmare Bed, Cao Yaxuan hugged her knees and felt the wooden boards digging into her butt.

She could not understand Xu Lang's logic at all.

Wasn't this enough to drive someone insane?

When the game ended and Xu Lang got MVP, while she, Cao Yaxuan, would be nothing but a freeloader who had won without doing anything—who could she even complain to about that?

Cao Yaxuan did not understand, and Xu Lang had no need to explain.

If he lay on the Nightmare Bed, he was afraid he would fall asleep.

After so many days, he had figured out the pattern.

—Nighttime was more dangerous than daytime!

The best schedule was to sleep during the day and keep watch at night!

So he was giving the Nightmare Bed jet lag, making its cooldown refresh during the day.