In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

The blue light screen, the holographic UI, and the intuitive control method startled Xu Shuai.

Something seems off!

He suddenly recalled the strange events of the day: first, a reborn person spread rumors of the apocalypse, and now a big star he didn't know had come to visit him. A terrifying thought quietly surfaced in his mind.

Is the end of the world really coming?

"How could this be?" he thought, taking out his phone.

[This video content has been banned]

I kept refreshing the page, and all the messages were notifications that the video content had been banned.

A hidden feature of short video apps is that they automatically cache a few videos as backups to ensure smooth playback.

This means that while Xu Shuai was downstairs talking, many videos related to the apocalypse were actually circulating online.

But how could that be? Xu Shuai frowned.

The truth of doomsday rumors is hard to discern, but the strange occurrences that happen to oneself are real.

The blue text, which can be controlled autonomously, is as if embedded in the retina, unaffected by external light, and always remains in the center of the field of vision when turned on.

Considering Yang Kexin's special status, she may have access to information that ordinary people cannot know.

Thinking of this, Xu Shuai changed the subject, his tone becoming sincere, and said, "Yes, I believe you."

"How am I supposed to explain this? Ugh, this is so annoying..."

Yang Kexin, who was talking to herself and wondering how to explain, was taken aback when she heard Xu Shuai's answer.

Worried that she might be hallucinating, she suppressed her excitement and cautiously asked, "Xu Shuai, did you just say...?"

"Yes, you heard me right, I choose to believe you."

Overjoyed at receiving a positive reply, Yang Kexin excitedly hugged Xu Shuai.

In the previous life, the apocalypse suddenly broke out, and almost at the same time, official channels released the locations of apocalyptic shelters in various regions.

The mutation occurred indiscriminately, without any warning, and infected individuals spread the virus from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred, with the number increasing exponentially.

Like most people who survived by sheer luck, Yang Kexin was trapped in a high-rise building with food shortages. To conserve her strength while waiting for rescue, she spent most of her time sleeping.

One day, she was awakened from a dream and suddenly heard people talking in hushed tones outside the window.

Keep in mind that she was on the eleventh floor, more than thirty meters above the ground.

Prolonged hunger, coupled with excessive sleep, led her to mistakenly believe she was experiencing auditory hallucinations, and she didn't pay much attention to it.

The next morning, the sound of conversation resumed. She struggled to get up, opened the window, and looked down, only to see an incredibly surprising scene.

A house was suspended in mid-air, and several people dressed in special combat uniforms and holding novel weapons swaggered down into the mall via ropes.

Unfortunately, Yang Kexin was too weak and had been silent for a long time, so she couldn't even call for help.

They could only watch helplessly as the others moved supplies back and forth, discussing Nanwan University while constantly expressing their gratitude to a man named Xu Shuai.

As night fell, her arm was scratched by a special infected person who climbed up the outer wall.

Just as Yang Kexin's consciousness was about to fade and she felt that death was a relief, she opened her eyes again and returned to the day before the apocalypse broke out.

So she hurriedly canceled her engagements and mobilized resources to search the entire Huadu City, leaving no one with the same name unchecked.

He instructed his assistant to send invitations to anyone who graduated from Nanwan University, even those whose names included the character "帅" (shuai, meaning handsome/beautiful).

As for Nanwan University, which was of paramount importance, she chose to visit it in person, just to be the first angel investor.

"Get in the car, didn't you say something?"

Xu Shuai gently patted Yang Kexin's head, bringing her back to her senses.

The two got into the car, and once the door closed, the inside and outside of the car became two different worlds.

With no one around, the leaves, ruffled by the wind, stared wide-eyed.

Oh my god, what did he just see?

The goddess I cherished, the glamorous superstar on screen, actually... actually...

"I can't take it anymore," Ye Ziming thought, feeling increasingly distressed. He immediately pounded on the car window and said emphatically, "Old Xu, you actually believe in that bullshit doomsday nonsense?"

In high spirits, Yang Kexin said with a grin, "You can drive, right?"

"Yes, I got my driver's license in my freshman year of college, and my driving skills are top-notch."

"Then you go ahead and drive. The chauffeur fee is 5 yuan. The address is Bai Cui Lake."

"Alright, don't worry about being cold, just sit tight."

Xu Shuai looked at Ye Ziming through the rearview mirror, who seemed like a completely different person before and after. He shook his head helplessly, lamenting that he had made a bad choice in friends.

Sitting comfortably in the driver's seat, Ye Ziming looked down at the blue and green dashboard and asked curiously, "How do you shift into automatic mode again?"

"Press the brake, shift to D to move forward, P to reverse..."

With the guidance, Ye Ziming revealed a confident smile, and by stopping and starting, moving and stopping, he managed to drive the automatic car like a manual transmission.

"Get out of here! If you don't like it, then get off the bus."

Xu Shuai said irritably, "This guy indirectly made 150,000 yuan off me in less than ten minutes. Who wouldn't be angry?"

Despite the bickering and commotion, Ye Ziming's driving skills became increasingly adept even before he left the campus.

Xu Shuai, of course, didn't forget the important matter of getting in the car, and immediately raised his question: "Where did you hear about the apocalypse, and why are you so sure?"

"To be honest, I can't say for sure whether the apocalypse will happen."

Ye Ziming slammed on the brakes, and Xu Shuai nodded forward uncontrollably.

Thanks to his habit of always fastening his seatbelt when riding in the car, and the spacious interior, he only felt a little dizzy from being tossed around, but there were no other injuries.

"You son of a bitch, driving that fast are you looking to die? Are you in such a hurry to be reborn?"

Lowering the car window, Ye Ziming muttered curses towards the back, his little mouth never stopping, offering beautiful praises to the women of the other family throughout the generations.

For some reason, the moment I grip the steering wheel, my emotional control threshold automatically lowers, even if the other party is a convoy of sports cars.

The car restarted, and Xu Shuai stared at Yang Kexin without saying a word.

Is it uncertain whether an outbreak will occur?

Then why are you inviting me in such a hurry?

He shook his pants so hard they flew off, and now you're telling me this is a bus to kindergarten?

Yang Kexin, perhaps realizing her behavior was inappropriate, playfully stuck out her tongue, looked at Xu Shuai apologetically, and then patted her chest, saying:

"Don't worry, I won't let you come for nothing. No matter the outcome, I will give you two million as a reward."

"Look at you, that's not what I meant." Xu Shuai coughed lightly, revealing a gentle smile:

"What I'm trying to say is, if the apocalypse really happens, what preparations have you made in advance?"

"Yes, yes, I placed an order before I came. I bought a lot of food and drinking water, and even a lot of medicine."

As she spoke, Yang Kexin handed over her phone.

A long, densely packed list of urgent delivery orders for supplies.

The total bill, amounting to seven figures, warms the heart at first glance.

Indeed, this person has some special information channels and is quite clever.

Regardless of whether the apocalypse will actually occur, if it does, stockpiling food, fortifying shelters, and purchasing defensive weapons within one's means are indeed the optimal solutions.

Just then, Ye Ziming, who was driving, raised a different question:

"If the end of the world comes, it seems that all the trouble you went through to find us won't make much of a difference."

Xu Shuai didn't reply, but looked at Yang Kexin, feeling the same doubt in his heart.

If the apocalypse really comes, his flying cabin doesn't seem to be as powerful as he imagined.

If there's a 50% chance of being certain of a doomsday prophecy, reporting it to the authorities might be a win-win situation, allowing for proactive preventative measures.

"It's too late, there's no use in saying anything," Yang Kexin shook her head, her eyes filled with lingering fear and a look of melancholy: "The more people there are, the greater the risk becomes."

"Then you're finished. We're just ordinary people, not worth your investment. Even if the end of the world really comes, we'll be lucky to survive..."

Ye Ziming didn't finish his sentence, but anyone with a discerning eye could guess the subtext he was implying.

"So, I do have requirements too."

Yang Kexin squinted, her two sharp little tiger teeth flashing, revealing a smug smile:

"If the end of the world really comes, you two must promise to protect me without compromising your own safety."

"I'll be your bodyguard, don't worry about that. I definitely won't let you suffer any losses, right, Lao Xu?"

Compared to Ye Ziming's straightforwardness, Yang Kexin seemed more eager to hear Xu Shuai's answer.

"If that's the case, I have no problem with it, but let me make this clear from the start: if you're going to court disaster, I won't stop you."

"Old Xu, do you know how to talk? How can you talk to your sugar daddy like that? You deserve to be single."

Don't overthink it, this guy is probably fantasizing about some unrealistic things again. Xu Shuai smiled helplessly, too lazy to refute.

Just then, Xu Shuai's phone rang.

As soon as the call connected, a roar came from the speaker: "Xu Shuai, where have you been? You have ten minutes to come to the Academic Affairs Office immediately, or you will face the consequences."

"Are you sick? What are you yelling about? Why do you care where I am? You're so nosy, aren't you?"

With that, Xu Shuai casually hung up the phone. He was already a senior in college; he couldn't stand this kind of nonsense anymore.

"What does that bastard Zhou Qing want from you?"

Upon arriving at the national highway, Ye Ziming focused intently on driving, but upon hearing a sound, he couldn't help but ask another question.

Zhou Qing was in the same class as the two of them and was also a class leader.

Despite having a decent family background, he stubbornly refused to accept the subsidy quota. After being reported, he took his anger out on Xu Shuai, who was taking over as his assistant.

He has no official position, but he has all the problems associated with it. Even though he has left the student union, he still shamelessly attends the weekly meetings, calling it an "assessment."

......

At Nanwan University, downstairs in the men's dormitory, a group of people dressed in brightly colored clothes, who appeared to be wealthy and powerful, surrounded Zhou Qing.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Zhou Qing's face turned ashen after Xu Shuai hung up the phone.

Before the other party could speak, he confidently said, "There was a small accident, but I'll take care of it right away."

As he spoke, he glanced at the 10,000 yuan that had just arrived in his account, took a deep breath, and dialed it again.

The call was immediately disconnected as soon as it rang, but Zhou Qing was not giving up and continued to dial.

I dialed it several times until a mechanical, emotionless echo came from the speaker.

Clearly, his phone number had been blocked.

"Are you sure you can do it? If you really can't, just say so. Don't waste time."

From the crowd, a man who was getting impatient stepped forward and snatched Zhou Qing's phone before he could explain.

"This is Xu Shuai's phone number. Write it down and call him from different numbers until he answers. Also, arrange for someone to check his location. The rest of you, proceed as planned. That's it."

This group of people came quickly and left quickly.

Upon receiving the instructions, they returned to their luxury sports cars and sped away from Nanwan University.

Their arrogant attitude showed no regard for the rule that driving is prohibited on the campus of Nanwan University.

As for the gatekeeper, he didn't dare say a harsh word and raised the railing early, afraid of offending these princesses and young masters.

......

Meanwhile, the three chatted happily all the way and soon arrived at the place that Yang Kexin had told them beforehand.

This is a luxurious detached villa area belonging to Huadu City, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with beautiful scenery.

However, it was already late at night, and apart from the streetlights on both sides of the road, the surroundings were completely dark.

Upon seeing the scene before him, Xu Shuai immediately called for a halt.