The entire school embarks on a survival journey, starting from a primeval rainforest.

"Fanzi, what should we do with this?" Lin Feng asked.

He and Ding Hang had just tried, and they were sure that even if they were in normal physical condition, they probably couldn't move this mutated black armored crocodile.

At least 1 jin!

Moreover, they are all seriously injured and have no spare strength.

"It's nothing." Jiang Fan smiled and called to the onlookers, "Come on, everyone, come and help us carry this thing back to Building 3. Each person gets 3 jin (1.5 catties), and the strongest brothers get 5 jin!"

Jiang Fan was already a celebrity in this area, so as soon as he asked for help, some people were already interested.

After he mentioned that there would be a reward, the twenty-odd people around him immediately surrounded him.

"I'll do it, Brother Fan, I'll do it, I'm strong."

"And me, I work out regularly, pick me."

"Get out of the way, everyone! I threw the shot put in high school, let me do it!"

...

Finally, Jiang Fan selected fourteen physically strong boys from the crowd.

The other dozen or so who weren't selected were immediately disappointed.

After the incident yesterday where Jiang Fan delivered leopard meat to the wounded, almost all the survivors in the West District knew about the benefits of eating mutated beast meat.

It is not only effective in recovering from injuries and treating diseases.

Moreover, it can subtly change physical fitness.

Although the effects are not particularly obvious, these are indeed physical changes that people who have consumed it can personally experience.

Unfortunately, there aren't many mutated animals to begin with.

Even if they exist, they are not something that ordinary people can easily hunt.

"Don't worry if you weren't selected, brothers and sisters! Everyone gets a share, one jin each!" Jiang Fan noticed everyone's disappointment and called out loudly, "If anyone can help cut the meat later, we'll give each person an extra two jin!"

"Yay! Finally, we can eat mutated beast meat! Brother Fan is so generous!" someone exclaimed, a smile spreading across their face.

"That's great! I really envy you guys in Building 3. Everyone else just looks after their own family. I've been hearing people say that Jiang Fan from Building 3 doesn't forget those around him when he gets something good, and I didn't expect it to be true!" a girl said happily.

"Yeah, I wish I were in Building 3. I never expected to have such a pleasant surprise. I worked myself to the bone yesterday and only found a few wild fruits. I was so scared when I ate them, afraid of getting poisoned." A skinny boy who didn't get the movers chimed in.

As soon as Jiang Fan made his promise, several notifications of gaining gratitude points rang in his mind.

He smiled inwardly, realizing that his reputation in the surrounding area seemed to be growing stronger.

With the moving work taken over by others, Jiang Fan and his group of six felt much more relaxed and chatted as they walked back.

"Fanzi, what were those groups of people doing just now?" At Jiang Fan's subtle prompting, Lin Feng took the initiative to start the conversation.

"Them..." Jiang Fan paused deliberately, noticing that many people around him were listening intently to the conversation, before continuing, "They all came from the East Campus; they're going to explore the purple beams on our side."

He deliberately emphasized "East District" and "us" in an attempt to stir up emotions among those around him.

Sure enough, someone complained, "What's over there with the purple beam? It's not like they don't have beams over there, so why are they coming here?"

"Yeah, what's over there? Do you know, Brother Fan?" someone chimed in, testing Jiang Fan's reaction.

Currently, the top ten in both the points leaderboard and the homestead leaderboard are completely dominated by people from the East District, except for Jiang Fan.

In everyone's eyes, if anyone in the West District had the most information, it would definitely be Jiang Fan.

Now that this topic has come up, people are eager to glean some important information from him.

Perhaps it can be used to exchange for some supplies or other benefits.

"Over there..." Jiang Fan hesitated slightly before continuing.

Then he poured out all the information he had just obtained from Tang Qingyu.

Listening to Jiang Fan generously sharing valuable information, Lin Feng was initially surprised, but then he suddenly understood.

He noticed that as Jiang Fan spoke, his gaze would occasionally sweep over the survivors listening around him, especially the expressions on their faces that were a mixture of longing, anxiety, and resentment.

Lin Feng suddenly understood Jiang Fan's intention: this was not just about sharing information, but also about igniting an emotion, a shared sense of crisis and competition among the survivors of the West District.

"This is paving the way for the future..." Lin Feng thought to himself, feeling a chill at Jiang Fan's foresight, but mostly impressed.

Ding Hang listened with great interest, feeling that there was a lot of information. He was both envious and a little resentful of the East District, without thinking too much about it.

Chen Qingquan became even more certain of his feeling that Jiang Fan was intentionally creating a collective perception of "our West District" towards "their East District".

"Ugh, this is so annoying. That purple beam was clearly closer to us, but it was those guys from the East Campus who went to explore it first," someone sighed.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Jiang Fan sighed. "The East District wasn't flooded by the lake. On the first day, the people there just managed to grab some supplies from places like the cafeteria, supermarket, and gymnasium and already earned a lot of points."

Furthermore, the top 100 players on the leaderboard receive a card daily from the leaderboard's daily settlement, making their development much easier than ours. And... with the snowball effect, they should become increasingly stronger than us...

"Holy crap? Is that even possible? If I can't get into the top 100 today, which is my current ranking of 123, wouldn't that be a huge loss?" Chen Qingquan exclaimed, as he hadn't known about this before.

"Hehe, I'm already in 98th place. If there's a reward for being in the top 100, wouldn't I have an unexpected bonus tonight?" Ding Hang said happily.

He had heard Lin Feng say that he got a squirrel when he ranked third in his home, and he thought it was a reward for the top 10 or top 3.

However, many more people were extremely unhappy.

"Damn it, why? This is so unfair!"

"That's right. If you fall behind at one step, you'll fall behind at every step, and the gap will only widen."

"This is disgusting! They've been getting more benefits than us from the start, and now they're getting even more rewards. How are we supposed to catch up?"

In addition, Jiang Fan also shared information about the three major forces in the Eastern District.

These words caused an even greater commotion among the crowd.

The initial astonishment and sense of injustice were quickly replaced by a more realistic concern.

The core of the whispered discussion had shifted from "Why are they in the lead?" to "What if we encounter them in the wild? We're outnumbered and outmatched; will we be bullied or even robbed?"

Soon, everyone arrived at the No. 3 dormitory building, and Jiang Fan, as promised, exchanged their respective rewards one by one.

Some people stayed behind to continue helping to divide the meat.

But many more people, lacking suitable tools, could only leave hastily after receiving their payment.

Jiang Fan didn't sit idle; he personally cut the meat.

Just as he finished cutting meat for a boy, Lin Feng leaned over, took the piece of meat from him, and handed it to the boy, while lowering his voice to ask, "Fanzi, did you just spill all that information?"

Jiang Fan's hands didn't stop moving; the blade precisely sliced ​​off a piece of meat. Without looking up, he replied softly, "Information only has value when it flows. If you cover it up, it's just a message; if you spread it, it can become a fire or a magnet."

Lin Feng paused slightly as he handed over the meat, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. He then nodded, said nothing more, and turned to continue helping.

He realized that he and Jiang Fan were now thinking on different levels.

Ding Hang was busy counting his "salary" and was all smiles. He thought that Fan Ge's words were very reasonable and made a lot of sense.

Soon, the news spread throughout the West District. The survivors who learned of this news felt increased pressure and were also very upset and dissatisfied with the relatively relaxed situation of the students in the East District.

At the same time, their urgency to obtain supplies and points has greatly increased.

Sure enough, not long after, people from the three buildings approached Jiang Fan one after another, hoping that he could use his special abilities to help them retrieve the spare key underwater.

However, Jiang Fan declined all offers with various reasons, such as "I just finished a battle and am injured," "I have a lot of things to do right now, such as processing crocodile meat," and "It's too dangerous underwater, I need to think about it some more."

But this time they were unwilling to give up easily. They not only offered several cards that Jiang Fan needed as a reward, but also offered an exorbitant price: "willing to share half of the obtained supplies."

Jiang Fan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.