Super Ship: Matchmaking starts with black and white stockings sisters

Time passed by, second by second.

The sun on the sea surface seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength, slowly sinking into the abyss.

The blood-stained setting sun finally disappeared.

Instead, there was only boundless darkness.

"Tick-tock".

The numbers on the electronic clock jumped precisely to 18:00.

This moment.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.

The black tide, which had been relentlessly pursuing them with a sickening buzzing sound, suddenly stopped.

There is no inertia.

There was no slowdown.

It was like a horror movie that was playing and then suddenly had its power cut off.

Those black flying insects, which were almost touching the stern of the lagging ship, just hovered quietly in mid-air.

They remained in the flapping wing posture.

Those millions of compound eyes gleamed eerily in the night, staring intently at the living person dozens of meters away.

The closest unlucky fellow had his stern less than five meters from the insects.

He could even smell the nauseating, fishy stench.

But he survived.

At least I survived tonight.

**[Regional Announcement]**

**[Night mode is now enabled.]**

**[The Kuroshio Current has paused its spread.]**

**[Time until the next spread: 12 hours, 00 minutes, 00 seconds]**

This cold, mechanical voice sounded even more comforting to the survivors than the voices of their own parents.

"call……"

Inside the command center of the "President".

Yao Qian, who had been staring intently at the radar screen with her nerves on edge, slumped into her chair as if her bones had been removed.

Her white silk nightgown was soaked with cold sweat and clung tightly to her back.

"It's stopped..."

"It's finally stopped..."

Yao Qian's voice trembled slightly.

Although they are in the first tier, and although they have nuclear-powered steel behemoths.

But the oppressive feeling of being chased by millions of man-eating insects is a fear etched into human genes.

Qin Yu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The glass of red wine in my hand swayed gently.

He looked out the window at the pitch-black sea, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, it's stopped."

"It gave everyone a chance to catch their breath."

"But it also gave everyone a knife to kill each other."

Li Ruobing put away the scorching hot heavy machine gun, then casually lay down on the sofa, her long legs draped unceremoniously over the coffee table.

Who cares?

"At least I can get a good night's sleep tonight."

"Brother Yu, I'm hungry!"

"Would you like something to eat?"

Qin Yu turned around and looked at the three women who had followed him through thick and thin.

The atmosphere eased a little.

"eat."

"Let's have a good meal tonight."

"Get four A-grade Wagyu beef steaks and steam a grouper from the deep sea."

"Also, open a bottle of 82 Lafite."

In this apocalyptic world where even drinking a sip of fresh water requires careful budgeting.

The value of this meal is enough to buy hundreds of lives.

……

Night was falling.

The sea breeze became even more biting and piercing.

In the dining room of the "President" ship, warm yellow light shines on the exquisite tableware.

The steak sizzled on the hot plate, emitting an enticing aroma.

The red wine swirls in the stemmed glass.

If it weren't for the pitch-black sea outside the window and the occasional sound of waves crashing, this place would feel like a private room in a Michelin three-star restaurant on Earth.

But no one was in the mood to appreciate this elegance.

Even Li Ruobing was cutting large chunks of meat at this moment, wishing she could swallow her tongue as well.

It's a way to vent.

A catharsis born from surviving a catastrophe.

Yao Xue's movements as she cut the meat were still precise, as if she were performing a delicate surgery.

She pushed up her glasses and looked through the window at the faint, flickering firelight in the distance.

That was a campfire that had risen from the rafts that had fallen behind.

"husband."

"Look over there."

Yao Xue pointed to the distance with her fork.

"The world chat is in complete chaos."

Qin Yu chewed on the tender and juicy beef while opening the chat channel.

really.

The world channel is busier than during the day.

However, the daytime excitement was actually a form of panic.

The nighttime commotion is a frenzy born of despair.

[World Channel (Current Survivors: 48921)]

"It's so cold! The sea breeze tonight feels like knives! My raft is creaking and groaning!"

"Does anyone have any food? Please! I've been so busy running around all day, I haven't gotten anything! I haven't eaten for two days!"

"Hey upstairs, have some seawater, it'll fill you up."

"Did anyone see that black tide? I was right on the edge! Those bugs were hanging right above my head! I was too scared to sleep! I was afraid they'd fall down and eat me alive!"

"Is there anyone kind enough to lend me some gas? I have to start driving again at six o'clock tomorrow morning, and my gas tank is almost empty!"

"Borrow? With what will you pay me back? With your life? I wouldn't give you oil even if I had it; wouldn't it be better to keep it for myself to buy a coffin?"

"Selling a plastic bottle I just fished out of the water! In exchange for a piece of bread! Or half a piece will do!"

"Get lost! What good are plastic bottles now! I need oil! I need warm clothes!"

Messages scrolled by rapidly.

The words "cannibalism" are everywhere.

Qin Yu even saw a shocking piece of news.

"Anyone need some warmth? I'm a 20-year-old woman with a great figure. Just give me a liter of oil or a down jacket, and I'm yours tonight."

A bunch of replies immediately followed.

"Send me your location! I have half a liter of fuel!"

"I have a coat! Let's squeeze in!"

"I'm going too! It'll be warmer with three people!"

This is the end times.

This is human nature.

When faced with survival, dignity, morality, and bottom lines are all burdens.

Qin Yu closed the chat window expressionlessly.

He glanced at Yao Qian sitting next to him.

This girl is unusually quiet tonight.

He only ate half of the steak on his plate before putting down his knife and fork, keeping his head down and unconsciously fidgeting with the hem of his clothes.

Those calves, clad in white stockings, trembled slightly under the table.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Yu reached out and grasped her cold little hand.

"Were you scared?"

Yao Qian raised her head.

Those once bright and lively eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins and unease.

She glanced at Qin Yu, then at her calm-looking sister and the nonchalant Li Ruobing.

She bit her lip.

"Brother Qin Yu..."

"Will those people...die?"

Qin Yu did not hesitate at all.

"meeting."

"That woman who sold herself will most likely not survive tonight."

"Even if they don't freeze to death, they'll be played to death by those men, or they'll steal the last bit of supplies and push them into the sea."

"The one asking for oil, tomorrow morning at six o'clock, it'll be the bugs' breakfast."

Yao Qian's face turned even paler.

Although she came from a family of doctors, she was always well protected by her older sister.

This stark darkness made her feel suffocated.

"Then... will we die?"

She asked the question that terrified her most.

The restaurant fell silent for a moment.

Li Ruobing stopped chewing, and Yao Xue's scalpel paused for a moment.

Qin Yu smiled.

He cut off the largest piece of beef and put it on Yao Qian's plate.

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.

"As long as I'm still standing."

"Even the King of Hell would have to give me a wide berth on this sea."

"Eat meat."

"You need to be well-fed to have the energy to work."

Yao Qian looked into Qin Yu's deep, unfathomable eyes.

There was no fear there, only a will as hard as steel.

The heavy weight in her heart inexplicably eased a little.

"Um!"

She nodded emphatically.

He picked up his knife and fork again and stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth in large bites.

It was as if they weren't eating meat.

It's not the act of giving up, but the courage to live.

……

night, deeper.

The Presidential Ship rose and fell gently on the sea with the waves.

Apart from the TX robots that were still tirelessly patrolling the deck, everyone else had returned to their cabins.

Inside the side bedroom.

The soundproofing here is excellent, blocking out most of the roaring sound of the waves outside.

Only a slight swaying sensation remained, which felt more like a giant cradle.

The soft glow of the wall lamp cast an ambiguous halo.

A faint scent of shower gel filled the air; it was the smell of jasmine.

big bed.

Qin Yu leaned against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers.

bluish-white smoke swirled and rose under the light.

His chest was bare, with several faint scars on it, marks left from past training, which added to his masculine wildness.

And in his arms.

Yao Qian curled up tightly like a frightened kitten.

Her favorite white silk dress was now somewhat disheveled, with several tears hanging from it, exuding a poignant beauty after being ravaged.

Her cheeks still had a lingering flush.

The hair on his forehead was damp with sweat and clung to his fair skin.

Her outburst just now was voluntary.

More enthusiastic and more eager than ever before.

It was as if only through this most primal and profound union could she truly feel that she was still alive.

She felt that the man in front of her was real and someone she could rely on.

"Brother Qin Yu..."

Yao Qian's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of lazy nasal tone.

She drew circles on Qin Yu's firm pectoral muscles with one hand, while gripping Qin Yu's arm tightly with the other.

My nails are almost digging into my flesh.

"Um?"

Qin Yu exhaled a smoke ring and looked down at the lovely girl in his arms.

His palm gently stroked her smooth back, soothing her still slightly trembling body.

"Still afraid?"

Yao Qian buried her face in Qin Yu's chest and nodded sullenly.

"Afraid."

"How can I not be afraid..."

"During the day, I see it from the radar."

"That red dot disappeared too quickly."

"Hundreds... thousands..."

"Every second, fewer people are being lost."

"I was thinking, what if we run out of fuel, what if our boat breaks down..."

"Those insects crawled all over my body, burrowed into my ears, and into my eyes..."

As Yao Qian spoke, her body began to tremble uncontrollably again.

That was the instinctive fear of death.

It also reflects a sense of uncertainty about the future.

"Brother Qin Yu, what kind of world is this?"

"Back in school, even if I failed a course, I would only feel bad for a few days."

"And now?"

"If you're even a step too slow, it's utter ruin."

"When will this black tide end?"

Does this ocean have a shore?

"How much longer will we be on the ship? A day? A month? Or a lifetime?"

A series of questions.

It all came out of the mouth of this usually well-behaved and sensible girl like a machine gun.

This was the pressure she had been holding in all day.

During the day, she is the radar monitoring operator. She cannot panic; she has to report the location to everyone on the ship.

In front of her older sister, she was a sensible younger sister who didn't want her to worry.

Only in the dead of night.

In this man's arms, at this moment when I have just given myself completely, body and soul.

Only then did she dare to shed all her pretenses.

It reveals the vulnerable and helpless side of that little girl.

Qin Yu stubbed out his cigarette.

He did not answer immediately.

Instead, he reached out his large hand and lifted Yao Qian up a little.

Make her look directly at him with her tearful eyes.

"Qianqian".

Qin Yu's voice was deep and reassuring, carrying a magnetic quality that calmed the room.

"You ask me if there's a shore."

"I have no idea."

"Maybe yes, maybe no."

"Perhaps this sea is a circle, and we are just guinea pigs spinning around in it."

Yao Qian's eyes dimmed slightly.

Doesn't even Brother Yu know?

"but."

Qin Yu changed the subject.

His eyes sharpened.

"So what?"

"If there's no shore, I'll build one!"

"If there's no road, I'll carve one out myself!"

He pointed to the giant steel ship beneath his feet.

"Look at this ship."

"When we first arrived, we only had a few broken pieces of wood."

"And now?"

"We have meat to eat, wine to drink, and soft beds to sleep in."

"Those people outside would kill their own father for half a loaf of bread."

"And you're worrying about whether this sea has an end."

That's the difference.

Qin Yu's large hand caressed Yao Qian's cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

"It's normal to be afraid."

"Anyone who isn't afraid is either a fool or a dead person."

"But you remembered it."

"Even if the sky falls, there's always someone tall enough to hold it up."

"As long as I, Qin Yu, have a breath left."

"Don't even mention those insects."

"Even if the sky is going to fall, I'll still make a hole in it!"

Qin Yu's words were not gentle.

It even has a touch of banditry.

But to Yao Qian, it was the most beautiful love confession in the world.

She looked at the man in front of her.

A face with sharp angles and a resolute gaze.

This is a former physical education student who once sweated it out on the school playground.

Now he has become the true king of this desolate ocean.

It was her only faith.

"Brother Qin Yu..."

Yao Qian sniffed.

The fear in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by an almost obsessive attachment.

I want to have a child with you.

A sudden sentence.

This surprised Qin Yu.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

Yao Qian pressed her face against Qin Yu's neck, greedily inhaling the scent of tobacco and hormones emanating from him.

"My sister said that in this apocalypse, only inheritance brings hope."

"I don't want to be a burden."

"I don't want to just be a decorative vase that watches radar."

I want you to have more connections in this world.

"so……"

"Even if we really encounter a desperate situation in the future."

"For the sake of your child, you would definitely work even harder and want to live even more, right?"

Silly girl.

Qin Yu's most tender spot was deeply touched.

This is not about preserving tradition.

This is clearly an attempt to use blood ties to tighten the grip on him, the kite string.