Perhaps it was because one second, a terrifying army of Mutants had stood before him, and the next, he had already showered and settled into a soft bed.
Meng Yizhi still seemed a little dazed. Under his blanket, he listened to the Players snoring all around him and felt that none of this was real.
"Psst, psst, psst."
Just as Meng Yizhi was getting lost in his feelings, Sheng Ziyao, lying beside him with his little tuft of blond hair sticking up, started signaling to him.
Meng Yizhi said, "...Spit it out."
Seeing that he was awake, Sheng Ziyao peeked out from under his blanket with a pair of bright eyes. After a moment's thought, he said:
"Little Pink, are you asleep?"
Sheng Ziyao's words instantly dispelled his complicated feelings. Meng Yizhi gave him a baleful look. "If I hadn't seen you kill Mutants, I'd honestly wonder if President Mo took you in out of pity."
Sheng Ziyao: "????"
But his confusion lasted only a moment. Little Blondie automatically ignored what he didn't understand, crawled out from under his blanket, and drawled:
"Would you call this the calm before the storm? Could it really be like that bastard Xie Chi said-the closer we get to the center, the safer it is? Then we wouldn't even need seven days. We could clear this right now."
Meng Yizhi sighed, his voice filled with sincerity and relief. "Little Yellow, I never imagined you could actually think."
Sheng Ziyao said, "Haha, I'm not bad, right? I did win two thousand Points off you at three-card poker."
Little Pink, forced to remember his painful loss: "..."
Just as Sheng Ziyao thought Meng Yizhi was done talking to him, a puzzled voice drifted lazily out from beneath the blankets:
"You said it yourself: the calm before