Taming King Mengmeng? ???

Chen Yu, with his eyes closed, was naturally not asleep.

He was staring at the scrolling information in the [Global Information Synchronization Channel].

Until—

[Zhang Zixuan: Hello everyone, I'm Zhang Zixuan, the president of the Debate Society. Our team isn't in a minivan, but a public bus, so there are a lot of people...]

[Zhang Zixuan: This has also led to difficulties. We need a lot of bottled water. If any students can exchange, please private message me. The compensation is negotiable.]

[Li Tianlang: Zhang Zixuan? The campus belle! Still alive? Send pictures!]

[...]

"You're really not dead, Zhang Zixuan."

"Well, a bitch like you, anyone else would die before you."

"In the previous life, you exploited me completely."

"In this life, I'll make you pay back a hundredfold..."

Just seeing those three words, Chen Yu could barely suppress his killing intent.

However, thinking that they would meet sooner or later, Chen Yu couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Will they meet at the next stop?

Chen Yu didn't know, after all, he couldn't truly predict the future.

But past experience told him... the first stop was like a novice tutorial, with a very low casualty rate.

But the second stop... would be an epic turning point!

Chen Yu didn't know what he would face, but it definitely wouldn't be a simple task!

And the goals he set for himself were:

1. He survives

2. red luan survives

3. Class Monitor survives

As for Li Mengyao and Wang Mengmeng, they weren't close... Deng Yuxin seemed to sense something, and her massaging hands lightened.

Chen Yu turned his head: "Wang Mengmeng, you massage. Massage until dinner. If you stop for even a moment, you can prepare for punishment."

Deng Yuxin froze: "Chen Yu, I also..."

Chen Yu waved his hand: "Isn't it good for you to rest?"

Deng Yuxin pouted: "Okay~"

Wang Mengmeng quickly came forward: "No problem, I'm very good at it. I used to massage my mom often!"

Wang Mengmeng didn't notice any danger.

Instead, she was happy to have the opportunity to get close to Chen Yu.

But in reality, Chen Yu was just annoyed right now, annoyed thinking about Zhang Zixuan.

And among everyone in the car, Wang Mengmeng was precisely the one who annoyed him the most... he had to target her. Even if it made her resentful and she couldn't become a red luan, so what? Chen Yu could abandon her existence at any time... Wang Mengmeng said, kneeling in the seat that originally belonged to Deng Yuxin.

Wang Mengmeng said, kneeling in the seat that originally belonged to Deng Yuxin.

She was wearing those figure-hugging stretchy jeans, and in her current kneeling, leaning-forward posture, her full buttocks and leg curves were taut, appearing even more rounded and perky when kneeling.

Chen Yu lay on the chair, letting Wang Mengmeng lean over and press his shoulders.

A faint fragrance entered his nose, and Chen Yu slowly closed his eyes.

Wang Mengmeng started to apply force.

But Chen Yu spoke: "Too little strength."

Wang Mengmeng froze, and quickly increased her strength: "Is... is this okay?"

Chen Yu shook his head: "Small."

Wang Mengmeng bit her lip, not daring to retort, and could only work harder to press and knead.

She had thought massaging would be an easy task, but she didn't expect Chen Yu's demands to be so strict.

Soon, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing became slightly rapid.

"Brother Chen Yu, your shoulders are so stiff. You must be very tired normally, right?"

Wang Mengmeng spoke softly, her voice sweet and gentle.

Chen Yu ignored her, only suddenly saying: "Still too little strength."

Wang Mengmeng: "..."

About ten minutes later, Wang Mengmeng's arms began to tremble: "Brother Chen Yu... can I rest for a bit? Just one minute, please..."

Chen Yu finally opened his eyes slightly, looking down with his peripheral vision at Wang Mengmeng, who was kneeling at his feet, panting, clothes damp with sweat, and curves fully revealed.

"I told you,"

"If you stop midway, there will be punishment."

"Slap!"

Chen Yu slapped, but not her face, but her other 'face'!

Wang Mengmeng let out a soft cry: "Brother Chen Yu, what... what are you doing..."

Chen Yu coldly said: "What's wrong? Is a little punishment not allowed?"

Wang Mengmeng's face flushed, and she secretly glanced at Deng Yuxin and Li Mengyao behind her.

Both of them were staring out the window.

But the more they did so, the more it showed they were well aware of what was happening inside the car.

Wang Mengmeng took a deep breath: "Y-yes... it's fine..."

[red luan identified: Wang Mengmeng]

[red luan number: 2]

[Connection type: Taming Connection]

[Connection depth: Lv.1 ]

[Current effective multiplier: 10x]

"Huh?"

This sudden talent notification made Chen Yu pause.

Why was a red luan suddenly identified?

He hadn't done anything, had he?

And what was it called, Taming Connection?

Chen Yu looked at Wang Mengmeng, who was kneeling beside him, blushing, indeed like his pet.

Calling it taming wasn't unreasonable.

It's just that her talent was purely useless; it wouldn't return resources every time she was summoned, unlike Deng Yuxin.

It might only return resources when opening a Treasure Chest or receiving rewards... but something is better than nothing.

At least it proved that Wang Mengmeng had completely abandoned her dignity and become his tamed subject.

"You can get up now. Go assist Li Mengyao with buying things."

"Contact more sellers."

"Hotpot base isn't easy to buy, after all, not many teams would bring that stuff."

"I hope by evening, Accountant Li... won't be punished."

Chen Yu didn't lower his voice.

Li Mengyao in the back heard him clearly.

"Pun... punishment?"

Her face flushed, thinking of the punishment Chen Yu had just given Wang Mengmeng.

'What if Chen Yu really tries to take advantage of me?'

'When we were dating, he clearly didn't allow it...'

After assigning the tasks, Chen Yu closed his eyes again.

Because he also had sellers to contact, such as one named Yang Kexin.

[Yang Kexin: Students, I have a heavy octagonal hammer here, one meter long, with a ten-pound head. I got it by chance at the last stop, it's very practical. Anyone interested, private message me with food and drink~]

[Yang Kexin: Image]

The image loaded clearly: a black octagonal hammer, its head significantly larger than normal, with distinct edges, and anti-slip tape wrapped around the handle.

Chen Yu glanced at the public channel and indeed saw many people interested.

But most were just inquiring, clearly no deals had been made yet.

Chen Yu tapped his finger, and the input box popped up—

[Chen Yu: Still have the hammer?]

Almost an instant reply!

[Yang Kexin: Yes, yes! You're the first to private message me! (^▽^)]

[Yang Kexin: But many people have asked, so you need to bid quickly! Prioritize high-calorie items, compressed biscuits and chocolate are fine! Water too! Our team is almost out of supplies (╥﹏╥)]