59: Chapter 59 Pink Bubble Skirt

The registration process on the ship was much better than Ye Qingqing had predicted.

After asking about her pre-Post-Apocalyptic World identity and name, briefly inquiring about any special skills, and taking something like a black-and-white photo, the process was complete.

Just as Ye Qingqing was about to lead Ah Huang away, she was called back by the girl at the front desk.

"The dog needs to be registered too."

Hearing this, Ah Huang instantly perked up, his two paws clawing at the front desk as he looked excitedly at the young woman.

The dog's registration was simpler than a person's; they just took a headshot and then recorded Ye Qingqing's name next to Ah Huang's.

It was enough to prove that the dog had an owner.

Seeing this, Ye Qingqing couldn't help but ask, "Are there many pets on this ship?"

The front desk girl glanced at Ye Qingqing and gave a faint "mm" in response.

Ye Qingqing raised an eyebrow at this; it was clear the girl didn't want to bother with her, and Ye Qingqing wasn't going to make a fool of herself by persisting.

She left with Ah Huang; she still had to collect the free supplies to avoid raising suspicion.

After all, she had only brought one bag when she boarded the ship.

Following Wang Guifen's directions, Ye Qingqing went to the Supply Distribution Point.

Good grief, there were quite a lot of people. From the outside, it didn't look like much, but once inside, she found it packed with people.

Ye Qingqing wasn't quite sure what the situation was, but as soon as she stepped in, she felt a barrage of gazes turn toward her.

Ye Qingqing observed the room. At a glance, there were men, women, young, and old, but without exception, they were all squatting in the corners with vacant eyes.

Ah Huang felt uneasy and let out a low growl, threatening the people to warn them not to come close.

There was a small window at the Supply Distribution Point.

There were written instructions at the window. Ye Qingqing followed them and handed over the ID Card she had just processed.

A hand reached out from the window; the skin was very fair, and the fingers were long and slender.

One couldn't help but take a few extra looks.

Ye Qingqing noticed that when the hand reached out, the gazes of the surrounding survivors all shifted toward it.

At first, Ye Qingqing thought they were looking at the hand, but then she suddenly realized.

These people weren't looking at the hand; they were watching the supplies being handed out by it.

While Ye Qingqing was dazed, a voice suddenly came from the window.

"It's a bit small, hold it steady."

The voice sounded very crisp, like a woman's, but upon careful listening, one could tell it was a man's voice.

Because within the delicate and sharp tone typical of a woman, there was an added hint of depth.

If this voice were used for singing, it would surely sound beautiful, especially considering the hand of its owner.

Ye Qingqing couldn't help but start imagining what this person looked like.

But a voice from behind interrupted Ye Qingqing's thoughts.

Because the moment that voice finished speaking, the supplies were handed out from the window.

Rustle~

The sound of clothes rustling made Ye Qingqing's nerves tense up; she had thought these people were going to attack her.

But to her surprise, they didn't; they had simply shifted a bit.

"Pfft..."

The person behind the window chuckled softly. The sound was like an oriole that had just woken up, melodious and pleasant.

Or like the crisp laughter of a fairy emerging from a mountain spring.

"Don't worry, no one here will hurt you."

Seeing that Ye Qingqing was still on guard, the person continued.

Ye Qingqing felt a bit annoyed, thinking that while the person's voice was decent, they had such a twisted sense of humor.

"You..." Ye Qingqing muttered under her breath, but then she quickly reined in her emotions.

She led Ah Huang out of the supply distribution area.

This place wasn't normal; it was truly abnormal and far too eerie.

Why were so many survivors all huddled here?

Ye Qingqing looked surprised, feeling that things on this ship weren't as good as she had imagined.

In fact, seeing the people in the supply room made doubts gradually rise in her heart.

Ye Qingqing had originally thought about going to the Cafeteria to get a bowl of free porridge and see what the situation was like.

But now, she felt it really wasn't necessary and didn't want to take that risk anymore.

Ye Qingqing looked down to check the contents of the bag and found a set of clean bedsheets and pillowcases, as well as an inflatable pillow.

There was also a folding urinal and a folding cup.

As for anything else, there was nothing.

Ye Qingqing thought it was decent enough, so she led Ah Huang back.

However, on the way, Ye Qingqing was stopped by someone.

"Stop right there." A crisp and sweet voice rang out in Ye Qingqing's ear.

Ye Qingqing was busy observing the ship and didn't think the person was speaking to her.

The entire Warship was like a massive floating island; besides the patrolling soldiers, there were many survivors.

People were coming and going, some with Work Badges hanging from them. Ye Qingqing was currently inside the Warship, and there were windows in the corridor through which she could see the outside.

But from Ye Qingqing's perspective, everything outside was water—black water—and she couldn't see what it was like out there.

So Ye Qingqing surmised that her current location must be a bit lower inside the Warship.

"This lady is talking to you! Don't you understand?!"

Seeing that Ye Qingqing was ignoring her, the person stepped quickly in front of her and blocked her path.

"Stop!"

Ye Qingqing raised an eyebrow, only then realizing that the person was indeed speaking to her.

"Is there something?"

Ye Qingqing spoke calmly, looking at the person before her who was wearing a Pink Bubble Dress, had long curly blonde hair, and even wore a pink headband.

Ye Qingqing blinked; it had truly been a long time since she had seen anyone dressed like this.

The person also wore exquisite makeup, looking exactly like a doll.

Even before the Post-Apocalyptic World, few people dressed this way, so Ye Qingqing couldn't help but stare for a moment.

But in that woman's eyes, Ye Qingqing's expression only looked like a provocation!

The person stood with her hands on her hips and pointed a well-manicured nail at Ye Qingqing. "This lady has taken a liking to your dog. Give this dog to me, and I can overlook your insolence."

Hearing the words of this Miss Jiao Jiao, Ye Qingqing took a sharp breath. How were there so many abnormal people on this ship when she had only just boarded today?