Chen Yu has no acting skills whatsoever.

Chen Yu smiled slightly. "Of course we're going down. I was just thinking that searching one place together is too inefficient."

"?"

Li Mengyao frowned. "What do you mean?"

Chen Yu chuckled. "I think we should search in groups. For example, by seating: the Class Monitor and I in one group, you and Wang Mengmeng in another, and the couple in the last."

"I object!"

Wang Mengmeng was the first to stand up in protest. "Why should you two strong guys be assigned to other groups, while we two girls are left together!"

Li Mengyao also stood up. "Exactly! You can't... you can't be so petty just because I broke up with you. We're all classmates!"

Zhang Zihao and Deng Yuxin didn't really mind.

Zhang Wanyue also spoke up softly, "Chen Yu, it really is more dangerous for two girls."

Chen Yu rubbed his chin and said in a slightly pitying tone, "In that case, you two can follow Zhang Zihao."

"What?"

Li Mengyao and Wang Mengmeng were a bit dazed.

This didn't seem logical.

Even if they were girls, they were still extra hands. Why was Chen Yu so dismissive of them?

Or... maybe he simply didn't want to be on a team with Zhang Zihao and Deng Yuxin.

But why?

Chen Yu nodded. "Now every team has a guy. Are you satisfied? Go search for things."

Having said that.

Chen Yu prepared to turn around.

Just before he turned, his gaze flickered toward Zhang Zihao.

It was the look one gives a dead man.

It was as if he knew something and was trying to hide it, but the concealment wasn't perfect.

Zhang Zihao was stunned by the look, then immediately flew into a rage.

"Chen Yu, what the hell is with that look?"

"Make yourself clear!"

But Chen Yu had already turned his back to him. "It's just grouping, what could it mean? I hope everyone finds something. Good luck staying alive."

The last few words sounded calm and rippleless.

Yet, for some reason, they made the hearts of Zhang Zihao, Deng Yuxin, and even Li Mengyao and Wang Mengmeng skip a beat.

After all, everyone knew.

Chen Yu... could predict the future.

Zhang Wanyue watched Chen Yu's departing figure, then looked at the sour-faced Zhang Zihao and the others.

She spoke solemnly, "Don't worry too much. Chen Yu is usually a man of few words, so it's normal for him to be poor with his phrasing. I'll talk to him in a bit and tell him to use fewer ambiguous words."

Then, she quickly caught up with Chen Yu.

"Playing God!"

Wang Mengmeng spat. "Mengyao, don't be afraid of him! He's just being cryptic to try and scare us!"

Li Mengyao nodded reluctantly, but a trace of unease grew in her eyes.

Zhang Zihao took a deep breath, suppressing the discomfort in his heart. "Let's go, let's find supplies!"

But he had just barely taken a step.

He realized that the three girls, including Deng Yuxin, were still standing there.

No one was following him... "?"

Zhang Zihao's face turned ashen. "What do you mean by this?"

Li Mengyao bit her lower lip, her eyes complex. "I think... maybe we should go back and ask Chen Yu? He really seems to know something..."

Wang Mengmeng's face still held a forced disdain, but the panic in her eyes betrayed her.

Zhang Zihao took a deep breath.

A surge of rage from being belittled and betrayed rushed to his head!

He was the one with the combat talent!

He was the man who should be relied upon!

What right did that guy Chen Yu, who only knew how to play God, have?!

He looked at his girlfriend, Deng Yuxin, and said directly, "Yuxin, ignore those two. Let's go!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Deng Yuxin's wrist.

But Deng Yuxin suddenly took a step back.

Zhang Zihao froze. "Are you kidding me, Yuxin? Don't tell me you think I... I'll..."

Deng Yuxin stepped forward and gripped his arm tightly. "Zihao, let's go find Chen Yu. We don't necessarily have to ask him anything, but following the direction he's going is better than wandering blindly..."

She continued, "We're all classmates. Even if he knows something, he wouldn't just watch us die!"

Zhang Zihao's expression was ugly as he shook off her hand. "Yuxin, you think I'm going to die too, don't you? You'd rather believe another man than your own boyfriend?!"

"I..."

Deng Yuxin was at a loss for words.

But Chen Yu's look just now—that wasn't something you could act out.

They were all in the Acting Class.

They knew each other's acting levels inside and out.

Since when did Chen Yu have any acting skills?

That look just now was clearly a certainty that Zhang Zihao was going to die!

...On the other side.

Chen Yu stopped by the main road of the residential area.

The street was empty, the cracked cement road flanked by rows of withered roadside trees.

Several residential buildings stood in silent vigil; everything was shrouded in a peculiar stillness.

Having lived two lives, he still didn't know to this day.

On Road to Survival... what exactly was the operating principle of these stations that appeared out of thin air?

Were they high-dimensional projections? Fragments of space-time?

Or creations of incomprehensible rules?

But it was undeniable that although this place was deserted, it was full of extremely realistic traces of life.

Whether it was the clotheslines, the half-withered potted plants, the slippers casually placed at doorways, or children's graffiti... it was heart-stoppingly realistic.

Yet at the same time, it couldn't possibly be real.

"Chen Yu? What are you looking at?"

Zhang Wanyue leaned in and waved her hand. "Lost in thought?"

Chen Yu snapped out of it and gave a faint smile. "It's nothing. Let's empty out the supermarket first, then consider the units in the residential buildings. Everything needs an order."

Zhang Wanyue nodded. "That's what I was thinking too..."

She pointed not far away. "That's a convenience store. Let's head over and check it out!"

The two walked one after the other.

They arrived at the entrance of a supermarket with a faded sign.

The glass doors were locked from the outside with a heavy iron chain and a massive black padlock.

"It's locked..."

Zhang Wanyue rattled the door handle and looked at Chen Yu. "What do we do?"

Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. After an inspection, he spoke slowly, "Yuema cross-core, a common model. It has some pick-resistance, but for a professional, it's not hard to crack."

Zhang Wanyue was stunned. "No, I didn't say anything about picking the lock. I meant, should we break the glass?"

Chen Yu shook his head. "No. Although the note for this station says it's temporarily safe, we can't let our guard down. If the noise attracts something, it'll be bad."

Zhang Wanyue felt that Chen Yu had a point.

She rubbed her chin. "We can't break the glass, and we don't have a professional..."

"Not necessarily."

Chen Yu held out his hand, palm up. "I am a professional. Give me a hairpin."

Zhang Wanyue froze and instinctively reached up to touch her hair. "You... know how to pick locks?"

Chen Yu didn't explain; his palm remained open, waiting.

Although Zhang Wanyue found it hard to believe, she hesitantly removed a bobby pin and placed it in his palm.

The pin still carried a slight warmth and a faint fragrance.

Chen Yu took the hairpin. With a twist of his fingers, he easily snapped it.

He set one piece aside and bent the end of the other into a small hook.

The entire set of movements was smooth and fluid.

After experiencing so many stations in his past life, anyone would have learned how to pick various locks.

It was a required course.

Chen Yu crouched down. Not ten seconds later, there was a 'click.'

The padlock sprang open—