Train Survival: Can I get a treasure chest by touching my goddess?

The beige knit sweater was stretched taut, highlighting the slender waist and full chest.

She raised her hand to gather her loose long hair, revealing her fair neck, her movements languid and casual.

Shen Wen's gaze involuntarily paused for a moment.

Su Qingxuan turned her head and caught his gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Xiao Wen has grown up."

Shen Wen felt a burning sensation in his ears and quickly looked away.

But then he saw Su Qingxuan's face.

He was much paler than he had been four hours earlier, with obvious bluish-black tinges around his eyes and bloodshot veins in his eyes.

The sympathy outweighed the slight embarrassment.

"Sis, you haven't slept at all?"

Su Qingxuan didn't answer, but simply said, "Come and take a look at the transaction records."

Shen Wen walked over and sat down beside her. Su Mu was still asleep, so he moved very quietly.

Su Qingxuan moved the screen closer to him; it displayed a dense array of transaction records. She spoke quickly and clearly:

"I sold ten guns and kept six. Four are for regular use, and two are for backup. That's enough. I kept five hundred rounds of ammunition, and sold the remaining one thousand one hundred rounds."

She clicked on a summary page: "This is the income: 320 kilograms of metal, 280 kilograms of wood, and 150 kilograms of mechanical parts."

There are four more blueprints, all of the Rotten Wood grade: [Metal Cup], [Wooden Spear], [Simple Animal Trap], [Warm Clothing], and three fish.

Shen Wen glanced at it and got a sense of what was going on.

With the materials left over, the train now has enough supplies for another upgrade with some to spare.

But he didn't rush to bring it up; his gaze fell on Su Qingxuan's face.

Her face was much paler than it had been a few hours earlier, with a faint bluish-gray tinge under her eyes, and her lips were somewhat dry.

Although his tone remained as steady as ever, the weariness in his eyes was almost impossible to conceal.

"Sister," Shen Wen interrupted her, "you should rest."

Su Qingxuan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm fine. I still have a few private messages to reply to."

"I'll go both ways."

Su Qingxuan looked at him without saying a word.

Shen Wen dragged the screen closer to himself and glanced at the unread private messages. There were dozens of them, all of them asking to buy weapons.

He quickly browsed through them, picked out three reasonable quotes, replied "I'll think about it," and ignored the rest.

"Alright." He closed the private chat interface and looked at Su Qingxuan.

Su Qingxuan's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly.

Shen Wen turned to the side and leaned his shoulder towards her.

"Sis, come here, lean against me and sleep for a while."

Su Qingxuan paused for a moment, her gaze falling on his shoulder before shifting away.

Shen Wen patted his shoulder, just like she had done to him countless times when they were children.

Su Qingxuan was silent for two seconds, then finally gave up. She turned to the side, gently rested her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes.

A few seconds later, her hand reached out and grasped Shen Wen's hand.

They held it very tightly.

Shen Wen felt a slight pang of sadness.

Su Qingxuan has always been the most composed of the three.

When problems arise, she is always the first to step forward, analyze the situation, assign tasks, and make decisions.

She bears the most pressure, but never shows it.

But at this moment, leaning on his shoulder and holding his hand, she finally showed a hint of exhaustion.

Just like many years ago, when she was a little girl, she liked to sleep while hugging him.

She said that if she slept while holding Xiaowen, she wouldn't have nightmares.

When he grew up, she stopped hugging him.

Shen Wen didn't move; he just sat there, letting her lean against him.

The carriage fell silent, with only the rhythmic sound of wheels rolling over the rails and the soft breathing coming from Jiang Youchu's side.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Youchu yawned, stood up from beside the water tank, and rubbed her eyes.

"I'm going to sleep now too." She walked to another wooden box, spread two animal hides on the ground, lay down and curled up into a ball. "Wake us up when we get there."

Shen Wen nodded: "Go to sleep."

Jiang Youchu closed her eyes, and her breathing quickly became steady.

The carriage fell completely silent.

Shen Wen sat alone, his left shoulder resting on Su Qingxuan, and his right shoulder originally on Su Mu, but Su Mu had already lay down on the ground at some point, still holding the knife in her arms, and was fast asleep.

He glanced at the time.

There are still sixteen hours until the next stop.

That's enough for them to get some sleep.

Shen Wen withdrew his gaze and opened his system panel.

The private messages kept ringing, one after another.

He ignored it and simply turned off the notification sound.

Then open the transaction history and scroll down one by one.

Su Qingxuan handled everything very neatly, noting the recipient and type of goods for each transaction, making it easy to understand.

He quickly scanned the area and gained a clearer understanding of the current supply reserves.

Three hours later, Su Mu woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, her hand reached for the long sword beside her.

Only after confirming that the knife was still there did the dazed look in his eyes fade, replaced by his usual calm.

Shen Wen leaned against the wooden box, watching her series of subconscious reactions, and felt inexplicably at ease.

Having someone like that around greatly increases your chances of survival.

Su Mu sat up, her long hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks.

She casually gathered her hands together, her gaze sweeping across the carriage, lingering for a moment on Su Qingxuan, before looking at Jiang Youchu.

They were both asleep.

She didn't say anything, but quietly stood up and walked to the worktable.

Shen Wen watched as she brought up the workbench interface, rummaged through the pile of supplies and found the [Blueprint for Dagger] and [Blueprint for Wooden Spear], and also took a few pieces of metal and wood.

A faint light shone from the workbench.

Ten minutes later, two weapons appeared on the table.

A dagger, short and sharp, with a cold gleam in its blade.

A long spear with a metal-forged tip, inlaid on a polished wooden shaft and secured with thin hemp rope.

Su Mu picked up the dagger, weighed it in his hand, and tried different grips. He closed his eyes, letting the information from his talent run through his mind.

When she opened her eyes again, she had already begun to make various movements.

The thrusts, jabs, slashes, and parries were all clean and crisp, without a single unnecessary movement.

Shen Wen leaned against the wooden box and looked at it.

The light inside the carriage was stark white, falling on her and clearly outlining her features.

She was wearing the loungewear she wore before bed; the thin cotton fabric clung to her body as she moved, occasionally outlining the curves of her waist.

Her long hair swayed with her movements, a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks, but she didn't have time to pay attention to them.

Focus.

Shen Wen suddenly felt that this word was tailor-made for her.

He doesn't talk much and doesn't have a strong presence, but when it comes to things related to battle, he becomes a completely different person.

He watched Su Mu repeat those movements over and over again, the blade tracing lines in the air, and a thought popped into his mind—

Pleasant to the eye.

It's not the kind of beauty that's deliberately created, but rather the attraction that comes from focus itself.