Chapter 156 Midnight, Class Representative Gets a Massage

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Chen Yu leaned against the headboard, a floating light panel before his eyes.

On it was the regional chat.

Message after message appeared; it had clearly become much livelier over the past two days.

【Li Mingyuan: So, have you guys decided? Are we leaving tomorrow or waiting until the thirtieth day?】

【Sun Xiaomei: I'm definitely waiting until the thirtieth day. Every extra day counts. Who knows what the situation on the highway is like.】

【Zhao Dalong: I think so too. At least the Living Area is safe.】

【Zhou Xiaoya: Safe? You think few people die in the Living Area? That day...】

【Wang Tiezhu: Don't bring up that day again. How long has the Living Area been peaceful? It's bound to be better than the highway missions, right?】

【Song Xiaoxiao: Then I've decided to stay until the thirtieth day! I'll sponge off a few more days of safety!】

【Feng Xiaobao: I'm staying until the thirtieth day too!】

【Han Meimei: +1】

【Zhou Qiang: +10086】

The regional chat continued to refresh, but Chen Yu was no longer in the mood to watch.

Many people knew that... the further they fell behind, the easier it was to die, yet they stubbornly chose to stay.

Simply because staying was temporarily safe.

Chen Yu didn't feel like judging whether their choice was right or wrong.

But regardless,

Chen Yu was definitely going to set out.

The Well of Abundance could no longer salvage anything good, so the point of staying was negligible.

"Knock, knock."

The sound of knocking echoed.

Chen Yu didn't even look up, speaking casually.

"Come in."

Creak—

After the door was pushed open, someone walked in.

Chen Yu knew it was Wang Mengmeng. After all, she had been coming to give him massages every night for the past few days, and he had grown used to it.

"The same as today, massage for the whole night. No resting allowed."

The footsteps paused for a moment, and then a very soft voice spoke.

"Okay."

Immediately following was a 'click' as the door was locked.

Hearing the slightly trembling voice, Chen Yu was stunned for a moment and looked up toward the door.

Wang Mengmeng wouldn't answer 'okay' so timidly.

As expected...

Zhang Wanyue stood there, her back against the door, her hand still on the lock.

That white oversized short-sleeved shirt hung loosely on her body, the hem just covering the base of her thighs, revealing a pair of long, straight legs.

Her face was expressionless, maintaining her usual rational and calm appearance, but her head was lowered, the tips of her ears were bright red, and even her neck was tinged with a thin layer of pink.

"Uh..."

Chen Yu was taken aback: "Class Monitor?"

Zhang Wanyue took a deep breath and walked over from the door, stopping only when she reached the bedside.

"Um..."

She stammered, "I've also learned a bit of massage. Let me massage you tonight."

Chen Yu's lip twitched: "So when I saw you massaging Wang Mengmeng the other day, you were practicing?"

Zhang Wanyue nodded: "Uh... I guess so."

"How long have you been learning?"

"A little over a week?"

Chen Yu was silent for two seconds: "Her own massaging is terrible; how did she dare to teach?"

Zhang Wanyue was stunned: "But she said... you were very satisfied?"

Chen Yu shook his head: "If I were satisfied, I wouldn't be punishing her every day."

He hadn't expected the usually clever Class Monitor to be played by Wang Mengmeng for a whole week.

Zhang Wanyue pursed her lips: "It's fine, I have my own understanding. Let me massage you tonight."

Chen Yu naturally wouldn't refuse.

He rolled over and lay prone on the bed,

his face turned to the side, resting on his arm.

Zhang Wanyue stood by the bed and suddenly asked, "Um... Chen Yu, if I don't massage well, do I need to be punished by kneeling?"

Chen Yu felt somewhat helpless: "Of course not. The punishment is just to keep massaging..."

Zhang Wanyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

She quickly walked to the bedside, looking at the person lying on the bed, suddenly unsure where to start.

She hesitated for two seconds, then gently lifted a corner of the quilt, her knee pressing against the edge of the bed.

Then she slowly crawled up.

Zhang Wanyue was a bit shy. As she straddled her long legs and sat behind Chen Yu, she could feel her heart beating incredibly fast; the thin Fabric could not block her body heat.

Her hands hovered over his shoulders for two seconds.

Then they descended.

Chen Yu felt the mattress sink slightly.

The hem of that white T-shirt brushed against his back. The Class Monitor's palms were very hot and soft; as they pressed against his shoulders, he could feel those hands trembling slightly.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a normal massage."

Chen Yu reminded her.

Zhang Wanyue nodded gently: "I know..."

Her hands applied light pressure,

and her technique was actually more precise than Wang Mengmeng's.

Chen Yu didn't speak.

She continued the massage, her fingertips moving all the way down from his shoulders, kneading out the muscles along both sides of his spine bit by bit.

Chen Yu suddenly spoke: "Class Monitor, you have much more talent than Wang Mengmeng."

Zhang Wanyue was startled: "Ah, are you trying to say I'm a Massage Awakened?"

Chen Yu chuckled: "What Massage Awakened..."

Zhang Wanyue teased: "Mengmeng said so. She said she's the convoy's Massage Awakened. Now, is this honor about to be passed on to me?"

Chen Yu felt a bit helpless.

A silence fell between the two.

The room was very quiet,

with only the faint sound of hands touching his back.

When she reached his waist,

her body unconsciously leaned forward a bit.

The hem of the T-shirt rubbed against his back. Zhang Wanyue could feel Chen Yu's temperature; through that thin layer of Fabric, it was so hot it made her palms feel weak.

And her knees.

Her knees, kneeling on either side of his waist, were pressed tightly against his hip bones.

Every time she applied force, her body weight would sink a little, and her knees would press even tighter.

She suddenly realized how ambiguous this posture was.

"The back is finished."

"Now, massage my arms."

Zhang Wanyue nodded and began kneading his arms from the back.

But Chen Yu shook his head: "Uncomfortable..."

"Ah?"

Zhang Wanyue quickly let go, a bit panicked: "Um... am I kneading the wrong place?"

Chen Yu nodded and suddenly flipped over.

Before she could react, she was pulled forward by him, nearly falling onto his chest.

She braced herself against his chest and looked down at Chen Yu.

They were very close.

Close enough to see the reflection of the bedside lamp in Chen Yu's eyes.

Close enough to feel his breath on her face.

Zhang Wanyue's face instantly turned bright red.

She wanted to shrink back, but he placed a hand on her waist, not letting her move.

"Continue. There's a spot where my muscles are even more sore."

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The night passed quietly.

At some point, the moonlight outside the window had been replaced by sunlight, leaking in through the gaps in the curtains.

Chen Yu opened his eyes.

The sunlight was a bit dazzling; he squinted and rolled over.

The space beside him was empty.

He took a look; the quilt was folded neatly, as if no one had ever been there.

But there was a strand of hair on the pillow,

black, thin, and very long—the kind only the Class Monitor had.

He stared at that strand of hair for two seconds, then sat up and stretched.

His bones cracked a few times; his whole body felt comfortable.

The Class Monitor's massage technique was much better than Wang Mengmeng's, but she wasn't nearly as persistent as Wang Mengmeng.

Mm.

Clatter, clatter—

Clink—

Footsteps and the sound of clashing cutlery came from downstairs.

"Chen Yu?"

Zhang Wanyue's voice came from the doorway.