Ning Yu had already made up her mind.
She planned to use the large number of survivors here to complete system tasks related to people and gain attribute points.
By joining their exploration team, she could use them to help kill mutant zombies, completing tasks to earn points and items from the mall.
Could there be anything better than this?
Ning Yu understood Shen Yiyue's thoughts perfectly:
Although she really wanted to stay, she felt awkward expressing her true feelings because Ning Yu needed her as an assistant.
After all, if Ning Yu knew she wanted to stay, she might reconsider.
She was afraid of causing trouble for Ning Yu, being a fool who always suppressed her own feelings.
"Yu, you don't need to consider me too much, after all, we made a promise..."
Shen Yiyue rubbed her cheek that had just been pinched, clearly misunderstanding that Ning Yu was staying for her sake.
"Hey, have you always been this narcissistic?"
Ning Yu glanced at Shen Yiyue with a mischievous look, giving her a sidelong glance.
"I'm staying for my own sake, stop being so full of yourself."
Shen Yiyue stared at Ning Yu, at a loss for words. She still didn't believe it, as Ning Yu hadn't given any specific reason.
Of course, Ning Yu couldn't possibly tell her the real reason.
Having said this much, she didn't say anything more, just readily agreed:
"Okay!"
If they could stay here, that would be the best outcome.
"Wait, doesn't this mean we can cuddle happily with Yu every day! Yay!!!"
After just a few seconds, she immediately switched to playful mode, trying to hug the little tsundere beside her.
Ning Yu gave her a flick on the forehead without hesitation:
"Can't you control yourself? Your sister's looking at you differently now."
Shen Yiyue's outstretched hands froze as she suddenly realized:
They were no longer alone together.
Over there, Shen Qianqian had stopped eating her snacks and was looking at her sister with a complicated expression:
To think her sister would try to do strange things to Sister Ning Yu, she never imagined her sister was this kind of person....
"No, Qianqian, you've got it wrong...."
Shen Yiyue suddenly felt things weren't good and needed to explain things properly to her sister.
Shen Qianqian turned her head away, pretending nothing happened:
"Mmm.... these chips are really tasty...."
The meaning was clear: you two carry on, I'm just a kid who doesn't understand these things, I didn't see anything, I don't know anything.
Great, now there was no way to explain this.
Seeing her sister's reaction, Shen Yiyue was on the verge of tears.
Evening came.
Ning Yu had just finished her shower and came out of the bathroom.
"Knock knock knock"
There was a knock at the door, and Shen Yiyue went to open it.
Ji Mengyao was standing outside with some food in her hands, apparently brought for Ning Yu and the others:
"I've checked, and there's no information about them in the database."
She brought news about Shen Yiyue's parents, meaning they hadn't arrived at the 'Ark'.
"Mm, I understand, thank you!"
Shen Yiyue hadn't really held much hope, but still felt a slight disappointment.
But at least she had found her sister, which was a blessing in their misfortune.
"Don't be discouraged, they might show up any day! We're constantly broadcasting radio signals!"
Ji Mengyao seemed to say this often, probably having met many people like Shen Yiyue whose relatives' fates were unknown.
She picked up the bag of food in her hand and passed it to Shen Yiyue:
"Here are some bread, drinks, and canned food for you all!"
"Eh? Aren't we supposed to use exchange tickets for these later?"
Shen Yiyue was confused, since their three days' worth of exchange tickets were still in the room.
"Hehe, these are from me personally, just take them!"
She smiled cheerfully, appearing unconcerned, so Shen Yiyue stopped being polite and accepted them.
"Thank you."
"If there's nothing else, I'll be going! Tomorrow when quarantine ends, I'll show you around!"
Ji Mengyao seemed to have other matters to attend to and left like a whirlwind.
Ning Yu watched all this from the living room without saying anything.
Ji Mengyao really seemed to want some female teammates, showing particular concern for the two of them.
But she couldn't be bothered to worry about it. Having someone willing to provide food and information about the base, especially an insider, saved them a lot of trouble.
"Yu, does she want us to help her with something?"
After closing the door, Shen Yiyue shared her doubts with Ning Yu.
"She wants us to join the exploration team, um... to go out and kill zombies and search for supplies."
Ning Yu sat at the dining table in the living room, drying her wet hair with a towel.
She also took out a pork floss bread from the bag Ji Mengyao had just brought.
Suddenly she noticed there were several boxes of strawberry milk in the bag, and the silver-haired little girl's eyes lit up.
She didn't hesitate to take out the strawberry milk, insert the straw, and started sipping it with relish.
Her eyes curved into a smile: it was a long-missed taste.
"So... should we join?"
Shen Yiyue continued with her question.
"I plan to join, as for you... it's up to you."
Ning Yu answered casually while focusing on her strawberry milk.
"I want to go too! Wherever Yu goes, I'll go!"
Shen Yiyue answered without hesitation.
Ning Yu glanced at this clingy person and said seriously:
"Think it through carefully, this isn't just going out to play, you have a sister to take care of now."
Before Shen Yiyue could speak, Shen Qianqian chimed in:
"Sister, you should go, I can take care of myself!"
Shen Yiyue looked at her sister in surprise, only to see the little one looking quite proud, her face clearly saying:
You should thank me for helping you out.
She gave her sister a 'I'll deal with you later' look, then turned back to Ning Yu:
"If I can't fight alongside Yu, training alone would be too slow for growth. As long as Yu doesn't mind having me, please let me come along!"
Seeing Shen Yiyue's determined expression, Ning Yu stopped refusing:
"Alright."
One box of strawberry milk was finished.
She instinctively reached for another box, feeling unsatisfied and wanting more.
But just as she reached out, she thought better of it and pretended nothing happened.
Shen Yiyue, happy that Ning Yu had agreed, came over to eat with her.
After taking some bread, she carefully avoided the strawberry milk and took out a box of cocoa drink instead, ready to eat.
Ning Yu noticed and asked curiously:
"Why aren't you drinking the strawberry milk?"
As if protesting how anyone could pass up something as delicious as strawberry milk.
Shen Yiyue realized she'd been caught and said while chewing her bread:
"Yu, you don't think I haven't noticed you like strawberry milk, do you?"
"I figured it out at the supermarket, where you'd drunk all the strawberry milk."
"These are all for you, silly Yu."
She wore a triumphant expression, as if she'd successfully exposed Ning Yu's secret.
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