Someone else's girlfriend, my love.

The second floor of the supermarket wasn't large, with only a narrow hallway.

Two doors faced each other.

Zhang Zihao rushed in first, holding his breath and choosing the left room. Chen Yu had no objection to this.

He pushed open the creaking wooden door.

The room wasn't particularly spacious, but its layout was compact, with a double bed against the wall.

Beside the bed was a nightstand, on which sat a clock that had long stopped working.

Most surprisingly, the inner side of the room was even partitioned to create a private bathroom.

Although there was no water or electricity now, it was still quite comfortable.

“Yuxin, I'll go down with you.”

Zhang Zihao saw that his girlfriend was a little scared and offered to accompany her.

Deng Yuxin nodded, “Mhm...”

With the two of them gone, Chen Yu had the big bed all to himself, which wasn't bad.

Speaking of which, his SSS-Rank Talent, Red Phoenix Tribulation Seat, hadn't marked a red luan yet.

Theoretically,

after he showed a bit of his foresight ability, the women had all become somewhat dependent on him.

But this emotion hadn't triggered a judgment... Could it be that the “connection” described in the talent wasn't an emotional connection?

But some other kind of connection?

“I need to try all sorts of situations.”

“For example, the most direct connection.”

Chen Yu slowly closed his eyes, quietly waiting... On the first floor of the supermarket, Zhang Zihao pulled Deng Yuxin into a corner.

Some empty cardboard boxes were piled here, making it relatively secluded.

“Yuxin, that guy put you first, he doesn't care about us at all! He didn't even put himself in, he just wants to be lazy and act like he's so important!”

Zhang Zihao's voice was filled with resentment.

Deng Yuxin softly retorted, “But he really does know a lot, doesn't he? Without him, we wouldn't even have gotten into this supermarket, let alone what comes after...”

“That's just good luck! He awakened that strange talent!”

Zhang Zihao interrupted her, “I also have A-Rank Talent! If I were given a chance...”

“Zihao.”

Deng Yuxin looked up, her eyes glistening, “Can we not talk about these things now? Can we just quietly get through this night?”

Zhang Zihao ran a hand through his hair in frustration, finally only grunting a muffled “Mhm.”

He reached out and pulled Deng Yuxin into his arms, “Yuxin, I will definitely protect you.”

Deng Yuxin leaned into his embrace, gently nodded, and said nothing more.

It wasn't until Zhang Wanyue came down from upstairs and whispered a reminder, “Yuxin, a reminder, pay attention to any movement from the main entrance. If there's anything unusual, call us.”

Deng Yuxin's body stiffened slightly, and she broke free from Zhang Zihao's embrace, “Oh, okay!”

Time.

Dead silence.

Tedious.

Slowly flowed... Deng Yuxin's first hour of night watch passed in extreme tension.

Zhang Zihao, meanwhile, was sleeping soundly beside her.

After finally enduring the time, she woke Zhang Zihao, but she, who was supposed to rest, found it difficult to fall asleep due to extreme tension and unease, despite being exhausted.

She curled up beside the cardboard box, her eyes closed, her body occasionally trembling.

Zhang Zihao saw his girlfriend's exhaustion and felt a pang of heartache... He sighed, “Yuxin, just bear with me for one more hour, then we'll go back to sleep...”

Deng Yuxin nodded obediently, but her consciousness began to blur, her head slowly drooping.

She hadn't closed her eyes for nearly twenty hours.

The high level of tension had consumed too much of her energy.

Just then, Zhang Wanyue came down from upstairs. She also couldn't sleep and thought of coming down to check.

Seeing Deng Yuxin so sleepy, she pointed upstairs:

“Yuxin, why don't you go sleep in the room? There's a bed there, it's much better than leaning here. You can sleep more soundly. Zhang Zihao isn't scared, what's there to accompany him for?”

Deng Yuxin groggily opened her eyes, her eyelids heavy with sleep.

She looked at the stairs leading to the second floor, then at her boyfriend beside her, “But Zihao...”

“It's fine, I can stay here by myself.”

Zhang Zihao wanted his girlfriend to sleep more comfortably.

But when he thought that Chen Yu was the only one in the room upstairs, a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Yet, seeing Deng Yuxin's state, he couldn't bring himself to make her endure.

He quietly asked Class Monitor, “Class Monitor, how about... you take my place, and I'll go up with Yuxin?”

“No need to trouble yourself.”

Deng Yuxin shook her head, struggling to stand up, her body swaying slightly, “Let's follow the rules. I'll go up by myself, just for a little sleep. I'll wait for you in the room.”

At this moment, she just wanted to find a place where she could lie down flat; she was simply too tired.

Zhang Zihao watched her staggering figure head towards the stairs, opened his mouth, but ultimately just pounded the ground in frustration, watching her disappear into the darkness of the stairwell... On the second floor, inside the room.

Creak—

The wooden door was gently pushed open a crack.

A graceful figure slipped in.

Deng Yuxin's eyes were almost completely closed. She kicked off her shoes and groggily walked towards the bed.

She mumbled incoherently, “Zihao...”

She had completely forgotten about the presence of another man in this room.

In her muddled consciousness, this bed should have belonged to her and her boyfriend.

Chen Yu lay in bed, watching with wide eyes... In the dim light, Deng Yuxin was wearing a JK uniform, a short, tailored blazer revealing a section of her waist.

Her pleated skirt swayed gently with her stumbling steps, and beneath the hem were the curves of her full thighs.

She fumbled to the bedside, lifted a corner of the blanket, and slipped in.

The next second, a soft warmth pressed against Chen Yu's front, carrying a sweet fragrance.

Deng Yuxin instinctively snuggled towards the warm spot.

But in reality, that was Chen Yu's embrace... In the confined space, Chen Yu was not homosexual, so he naturally had a strong reaction.

And Deng Yuxin... groggily adjusted her posture again, making their situation even more intimate.

[red luan Identified: Deng Yuxin]

[red luan Number: 1]

[Connection Nature: Subconscious Security Entrustment]

[Connection Depth: Lv.1]

[Current Effective Multiplier: 10x]

[red luan Talent: A-Rank 'crayfish Summon' (Can summon 0.5kg of live crayfish daily)]

[Talent Return: Each summon grants 5kg of live crayfish]

The cold prompts clearly appeared in Chen Yu's consciousness, extremely detailed.

Chen Yu's eyes subtly moved in the darkness.

The first connected red luan, achieved so easily?

And it was Zhang Zihao's girlfriend?

Moreover, the Lv1 effective multiplier was actually as high as 10x!

As long as Deng Yuxin used her talent, he could get 5kg of crayfish for free!

It's no exaggeration to say that from now on, he could eat his fill just by eating crayfish!

In his previous life, he survived by petty theft, occasionally getting to eat meat, which was considered an improvement... He never expected that on the first night of this life, he would achieve crayfish freedom. Was this still survival?

More importantly... Chen Yu finally had the opportunity to verify the talent mechanism.

From the looks of it now.

Anything that fits the connection nature is acceptable, such as this one... subconscious security entrustment.

In other words, as long as he continuously amplifies her disappointment in Zhang Zihao, and then, little by little, imprints the “sense of security” she needs with his, Chen Yu's, mark.

Making her subconsciously understand who can keep her alive.

Simple physical proximity is just the first step.

Psychological subjugation is the ladder to high-multiplier returns.

Of course, the multiplier for “perverted connections” might be even higher, so this is also something he urgently needs to verify.

“Mhm...”

Deng Yuxin in his arms stirred again, still restless in her sleep.