Chapter 231 Zhou Zhenguo's Private Message

Liu Manqing shook her head: "Not at all, Xiao Yu is just... he's just like this normally, he's not targeting you!"

Li Mengyao sat down, still feeling a bit unwilling.

She and him in the treehouse...

Clearly, she had given him everything,

But why, between the two of them, was there still an inexplicable wall?

It felt as if, that night, he was just being superficial.

'When he called my name back then, was he being sincere or just faking it?'

Li Mengyao couldn't figure it out; she just turned around and looked at the alloy door behind her, which was tightly shut.

And behind the alloy door,

Warm yellow light spread softly from the corner of the ceiling.

In a three-square-meter space, just the visual effect alone...

Was significantly better than the previous one.

The dark gray cushioned floor sank slightly when stepped on, muffling most of the footsteps.

A 1.5-meter-wide bed leaned against the wall, with a row of storage compartments embedded at the headboard.

The ventilation system sent in a slight breeze.

The soundproofing layer absorbed the sound of rain outside and the noise inside the carriage, leaving only a faint white noise.

Wang Mengmeng was by the bed, her hands folded over her thighs.

Hearing the door open, she immediately looked up and smiled: "Welcome home, Brother Chen Yu~~"

Chen Yu closed the door behind him.

"Finished reflecting?"

"Mhm."

"What did you do wrong?"

"I didn't massage you seriously enough."

"What else?"

"What else..."

Chen Yu shook his head and patted his belt: "And... not smart enough."

Wang Mengmeng's face turned red, "Ahem..."

She swallowed hard and then moved over.

Chen Yu teased: "I have to teach you how to become smart."

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...

The heavy rain fell for two days without stopping.

The Baby Bus traveled at a constant speed through the grayish-white curtain of rain. The sea surface on both sides of the highway was sometimes calm and sometimes churning. Occasionally, the lights of other Vehicles could be seen flashing in the distance, only to be quickly swallowed by the rain and fog.

In such a dim and dull season, the Baby Bus presented a different scene.

The three girls, Li Mengyao, Deng Yuxin, and Yang Kexin, sat cross-legged on the seats with a deck of poker cards spread out between them.

"Play a card, Mengyao! I've been waiting forever~"

"Don't rush me, let me think for a bit."

"You only have two cards left, what's there to think about!"

Besides the card-playing group, further ahead there was also a cooking group.

Lu Xiaoyu squatted in the middle of the aisle, a small electric cooker in front of her, steam bubbling up from inside.

The Rice was what she had just summoned this morning, and the cured meat was bought by the Class Monitor, arranged slice by slice on top of the Rice.

A simple version of claypot Rice was ready.

Lu Xiaoyu asked curiously: "Sister Zuo Shi, why is Sister Mengmeng still in the Safety Compartment?"

Zuo Shi's face flushed: "Uh, Mengmeng... she made a mistake earlier, didn't she? You saw it too; on this Vehicle, if you make a mistake, you have to be punished..."

Lu Xiaoyu nodded, "Luckily we didn't make any mistakes, Sister Zuo Shi."

Zuo Shi pursed her lips and said nothing.

For Lu Xiaoyu, her Talent was the resource Rice, which was practically a divine skill.

No one could refuse Rice in the apocalypse.

But her own information probe only worked occasionally.

She was a little worried now, even wondering if she should make a mistake next.

"Creak—"

The sound of the alloy door opening.

Wang Mengmeng stood at the door, her maid outfit rumpled, her headband crooked behind her ear, and her hair extremely messy, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

She squinted her eyes as if she had just been dragged out of a long dream.

She looked exhausted and very tired...

"Mengmeng?!"

Li Mengyao quickly put down her cards and supported the unsteady Wang Mengmeng: "Are you okay? Why are you in such a bad state?"

Wang Mengmeng shook her head and sat on a chair, her face still somewhat flushed.

Li Mengyao whispered: "Mengmeng, why did it take so long?"

Wang Mengmeng bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry: "I... I don't know either. Brother Chen Yu seemed... very dissatisfied with me... especially... especially aggressive..."

"Huh?"

Li Mengyao's face turned red.

Wang Mengmeng said with lingering fear: "Luckily someone sent Brother Chen Yu a private message, so he let me out. Otherwise..."

Li Mengyao's expression was unnatural, and she coughed: "Alright, alright, say no more."

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Inside the Safety Compartment, Chen Yu got dressed, looked at the chat box, and frowned.

The reason was a private message.

Source—

thunder heavy truck!

[Zhou Zhenguo: Chen Yu, I've heard much about you. I am the car owner of the thunder heavy truck, Zhou Zhenguo.]

[Zhou Zhenguo: Pei Yuanheng mentioned you to me. He told me the details about Seventh Island.]

[Zhou Zhenguo: Are you available now?]

Chen Yu leaned against the headboard and narrowed his eyes. Why would Zhou Zhenguo look for him?

Number one on the Haicheng Vehicle Ranking, number three on the Item Ranking,

He was the undisputed number one Vehicle car owner...

Even in his past life, the thunder heavy truck had consistently dominated the rankings, never dropping a single position.

During the Wuyin Island mission, Pei Yuanheng had mentioned that their team's task was reconnaissance, and everything they scouted would eventually be summarized for one person—this man.

[Chen Yu: Officer Zhou, is something the matter?]

[Zhou Zhenguo: A day ago, my Vehicle turned into a fork in the road.]

[Chen Yu: And then?]

[Zhou Zhenguo: This fork leads to a hidden station...]

[Chen Yu: What do you mean?]

[Zhou Zhenguo: Image—]

Chen Yu clicked it. The screenshot showed a station sign, and the top line of text was:

[Hidden Station: Global Slaughterhouse]

Below was a summary of rules. The font was small, and the image was a bit blurry, but a few keywords were visible: Global Confrontation, Global Matchmaking, Number One Vehicle, Haicheng Highway Network...

[Zhou Zhenguo: Haicheng has ten slots for this station, so I would like to invite you to join the mission.]

[Chen Yu: Why me?]

Since Zhou Zhenguo's team was the top-ranked overall, he certainly wouldn't lack people. There was absolutely no need for him to seek out a Film Academy student ranked tenth.

It made no sense.

Chen Yu didn't believe in free lunches. First and foremost, he assumed this was something bad.