Chapter 45 The brutal struggle for supplies: back to queuing.

Su Ze merely waved his hand casually, signaling that they didn't need to do that.

His gaze drifted toward the stairwell with great interest, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Interesting..."

This Wang Meng was a ruthless character who knew how to bend and stretch. The grudge was officially settled today.

However, Su Ze didn't care.

This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Su Meier stood to the side, taking it all in. A complex light flickered in her charming peach-blossom eyes.

Normally, when dealing with a guy as strong as Wang Meng, if he was willing to bow his head, one should know when to stop.

But Su Ze refused; he even used this humiliating method to "vent his anger."

That's right, he did it for these thirty-plus girls to see!

He used the most direct and shocking method to demonstrate his strength and protectiveness to them.

He was telling them, "Follow me, Su Ze, and no one will dare to bully you!"

This combination of benevolence and severity was textbook-level management of subordinates.

First, he used the fear of death to force them to work for him, then used a bucket of instant noodles to dismantle their psychological defenses, and finally, used an act of absolute power to back them up, completely winning them over.

A highly cohesive team was formed just like that!

This man... was too terrifying.

A chill crept into Su Meier's heart, followed immediately by an inexplicable sense of relief.

Fortunately, she was on his side.

Jiang Yuwan crossed her arms, her cold face expressionless, while she complained internally.

"This damn man, he really is like a sow wearing a bra—one trick after another..."

Liu Qiaofei didn't think that much at all; her face was full of admiration, thinking her senior was simply incredibly cool!

Yao Qingya watched Su Ze's profile, a strange brilliance flickering in her gentle eyes, and the slight bitterness she had felt because of Su Meier faded away unknowingly.

Meanwhile, the entire Dormitory building, and even the whole Jinghai University, had fallen into an unprecedented frantic search.

The "bomb" that Zhou Kai detonated in the Public Channel had made all the survivors go red with greed.

"Damn it! Supplies refresh? Then what are we waiting for! Charge!"

"Don't fight me for it! I saw this Dormitory first!"

"Get lost! This pack of biscuits is mine!"

Countless doors were kicked open; in the hallways, the Teaching Building, the library... everywhere were figures searching frantically.

The initial excitement was quickly replaced by cold reality.

"Fuck! Why is there nothing here? It's empty!"

"You call this supply? A half-used roll of toilet paper?"

"Is low-quality trash even considered supplies? Even a dog wouldn't want it... Forget it, I'll take it anyway."

"Zhou Kai! Screw you! You fucking lied to us!"

In the Public Channel, curses directed at Zhou Kai were flooding the screen at a rate of dozens per second.

To fight over a bottle of water, a piece of bread, or even a pack of expired snacks, struggles and killings between survivors began to play out in every corner of the school.

Those physically weak girls were often the first targets to be robbed.

"Give it back to me! I worked so hard to find that!"

"Please, leave me a little..."

The cries and pleas for mercy seemed so insignificant amidst the chaos.

Somewhere on the playground. The six members of Li Xunming's group had ashen faces.

"Damn! This is evil! What's going on today? We rushed out the first chance we got, but after searching over a dozen places, we didn't even find a single hair!" Liu Wenyong kicked the wall and roared in frustration.

"It's the same on our side, just a bunch of junk. The best thing was a pack of unopened tissues." Chen Nanhao sat on the ground, his face full of dejection.

The six of them, relying on yesterday's advantage, had expected to make a big haul again today.

But reality gave them a resounding slap in the face.

Li Xunming adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes flickering behind the lenses. He pondered for a long time before speaking slowly.

"I think I understand now..."

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

"Yesterday's supplies should be considered the newbie benefits given by the system to all players, which is why there were so many and the quality was good."

His voice was a bit dry. "Starting today, the refresh rate and quality of supplies have probably dropped significantly. This is the real difficulty of the game."

"Then... what do we do?" Wang Wei's voice trembled slightly. "The food we scavenged yesterday won't last more than a few days!"

Li Xunming took a deep breath, as if he had made a certain decision.

"We can only kill zombies and earn copper coins."

He raised his head, looked at everyone, and said word by word.

"Then... go find that Su Ze and buy supplies."

A similar scene kept playing out in every corner of the school.

Countless survivors who had rushed out full of hope finally realized the reality after a morning of futility and danger.

Supplies were not that easy to find.

Without weapons, they didn't even dare to provoke a lone zombie.

Without food, even surviving became a problem.

Thus, after several hours of struggle and despair, at the door of Dormitory 404, the line that had once scattered like birds and beasts appeared again quietly.

But this time, everyone in the line had faces filled with shame, embarrassment, and undisguised longing.

The boy who had been the first to lead the group away that morning, shouting "Why should I work for him?", was now standing at the very front of the line with a submissive expression, wishing he could bury his head in his crotch.

More and more people appeared from the stairwell and silently joined the line.

They looked at the man sitting leisurely in the chair with complex eyes.

Jealousy, resentment... these emotions were certainly still there, but more than that, it was a sense of humiliation and pleading, having no choice but to bow their heads.

"Su... Boss Su Ze..."

Finally, one boy gathered his courage and stepped forward, his voice as small as a mosquito's hum.

"We... we were wrong, we shouldn't have cursed you..."

"We... want to rent weapons to kill zombies..."

His words were like flipping a switch.

"That's right, Boss Su Ze! We know we were wrong! It was us who didn't recognize a superior person when we saw one!"

"Boss, you are a magnanimous person, please don't lower yourself to our level!"

"Please, I want to buy a bottle of water, a pack of biscuits is fine! We'll trade things for it!"

The pleas rose one after another.

Su Ze leaned back in his chair, looking at the people who had returned, a faint smile on his face.

He had long anticipated this scene.

He didn't answer immediately, just quietly watching everyone's pleas.

Until everyone was about to be driven crazy by this silence, he finally spoke slowly.

"Want to buy something?"

A suppressed commotion broke out in the crowd, and the light of hope instantly lit up in countless eyes.

"Sure." Su Ze's smile widened a bit.

"But I'm the type of person who likes watching the fun and wants some promotional effect."

He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the virtual screen, pointing to the Public Channel.

"Anyone who wants to buy things or rent weapons from me, no matter who you are, first go to the Public Channel and post ten advertisements for me."

Su Ze crossed his legs leisurely and added in a slow, unhurried manner.

"As for the content, you can come up with it yourselves. Just brag about how abundant my supplies are, how fair my prices are, and what a kind-hearted person I am."

"Simple enough, right?"