You say the cataclysm only comes after you've cleared the entire dungeon?

Lou Fengyue walked out of the mall and looked up at the azure sky.

Today the weather is sunny and clear. Ignoring the slight damp and rotten smell in the air, it feels so pleasant that it doesn't feel like the end of the world; it feels like just an ordinary day.

She took a deep breath and stretched.

It's time to go home for lunch.

As soon as I turned around, I saw the man walking towards me.

Luo Zeyan changed his clothes: a black windbreaker, gray work pants, and military boots. It looked like the kind of clothing issued to people with superpowers.

Her hair was a bit shorter than before, and her temples were neatly shaved, making her look exceptionally refreshed.

"Class monitor, what a coincidence." He stopped in front of her, his handsome features carrying a hint of youthful energy, and a barely perceptible smile playing on his thin lips.

"Hmm, what a coincidence." Lou Fengyue's eyelashes fluttered, avoiding his overly direct gaze. "I'm going home."

"I'll take you," Luo Zeyan replied quickly.

Lou Fengyue glanced at him. "Weren't you recruited by the authorities? No missions today?"

"Not yet, they're still discussing housing arrangements." Luo Zeyan naturally lifted his foot and walked towards Cuiping Residential Area.

Lou Fengyue followed, walking beside him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Just like any ordinary old classmate.

Or perhaps, they are even more unfamiliar than old classmates.

Lou Fengyue always felt that she wasn't familiar with Luo Zeyan.

Whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, our relationship is just that of exchanging greetings when we meet.

Instead of dropping you off at home even though it's not on my way, there's not much to talk about anyway.

"Class monitor."

Luo Zeyan suddenly called out to her.

"What?" Lou Fengyue glanced over.

"Next time we meet, can I see what you look like without a mask?" He stared intently at the mask on her face. "It's been ten years. I want to see what you look like now."

The air was still for a few seconds.

Lou Fengyue turned her face away and awkwardly tugged at her mask. "She's just a little thinner, nothing special."

"You've lost a lot of weight," Luo Zeyan said softly, as if afraid of disturbing something. "It's been so long since I've seen you, I wanted to see what you look like now."

Lou Fengyue's heart skipped a beat, her lips moved slightly, and her breathing became faster and faster.

It seems absurd every time I think about it.

In high school, she was a chubby girl with a round face and belly, looking like a walking gas cylinder.

She had a crush on Luo Zeyan for over two years, but never dared to confess because of her inferiority complex.

After graduation, I went on a diet, lost weight, and became more beautiful, but unfortunately, I never met him again.

Later, I was pulled into a disaster game and endured it for half a year. I couldn't eat and I was killing zombies every day. I became so thin that I looked unrecognizable.

Unexpectedly, when the apocalypse came, I was reunited with him.

After a long pause, she finally found her voice: "It doesn't look good now."

"You're beautiful no matter what," Luo Zeyan said with certainty, without a hint of flattery in his tone. "You were beautiful even in high school, with bright eyes and a smile like a cream cake. You've lost weight now, but your eyes haven't changed."

Lou Fengyue stared at him blankly, never expecting to hear such words from him.

Let her uncontrollably think, does he also... like her a little?

No, that can't be.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched the hem of her clothes, then relaxed after a while.

Lou Fengyue raised her hand, pulled off her mask, looked up at him, her eyes filled with unease, "This is... what I look like."

Luo Zeyan's pupils dilated slightly.

The girl's features were exquisite; her eyebrows were as dark as willow leaves, and her eyes were like peach blossoms. Her nose was high and straight, with a small and upturned tip.

Her lips were thin and beautifully shaped, with a natural cherry blossom pink hue.

Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, but she was extremely thin, with not an ounce of fat on her cheeks, and her jawline was as sharp as if it had been carved by a knife.

"You're too thin." Luo Zeyan's voice was a little hoarse. "What have you been through all these years?"

Lou Fengyue pulled her mask up. "I'm exhausted from staying up late, all for the sake of sales targets."

They killed tens of thousands of zombies.

The feeling of unease grew stronger, so Lou Fengyue looked away and quickened her pace toward the residential area.

"I need to go home for dinner."

"I'll take you." Luo Zeyan quickened his pace.

"No need, you can go back." Lou Fengyue waved her hand without turning her head and slipped into the residential area.

Luo Zeyan stopped, looking at her back, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

Ten years ago... …

Saying things that I couldn't say ten years ago now seems inappropriate.

"Then I will speak."

Someone called his name from behind.

He turned around, and Li Yichen jogged over, holding two blue cards in his hand.

"The housing allocation has been finalized. We'll be staying in Building A of Cuiping Community, on the 37th floor." Li Yichen handed him the card. "There's something else. I heard that even more powerful zombies have appeared at the hotel. Command is preparing to summon people with superpowers to investigate."

Luo Zeyan paused for a moment, then put the card into his pocket.

"Where did you hear that you were coming back?" he asked.

"When I was collecting supplies, I overheard a few leaders discussing something," Li Yichen said in a low voice, clearly indicating that the news hadn't spread yet.

Luo Zeyan was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "What does Qin Qian mean?"

Li Yichen shook his head, "I don't know, we haven't been notified yet, they should still be considering the specific implementation plan."

The entire safe zone is filled with department heads and commanders; it's practically a miniature bureaucracy.

The only person Luo Zeyan found trustworthy was Qin Qian.

A former soldier, he was in charge of operations in the security zone and made deployments for the armed police and special police detachments; he was always a frontline soldier.

Only someone who genuinely cares about the safety of frontline personnel will approve a plan that has already minimized the risks within their capabilities.

As long as Qin Qian doesn't ask the superhumans to go, then we should pretend we don't know anything about this.