With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

The rooms at the military region's guesthouse were small, but exceptionally clean.

Jiang Zhiyu drew the curtains, made sure the doors and windows were locked, and then said to 0047, "Keep an eye on things. I'm going to cultivate. Call me if there's any noise."

[Received! Don't worry, host, even if it's just a mosquito flying by, I can tell you the frequency of its wing vibrations! Hehe!]

Having spent the last few days with Jiang Zhiyu, 0047 has figured out that she's cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and she's also become increasingly mischievous.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't say anything more. With a thought, her figure disappeared from the spot.

The space is always warm and cozy, with the spring water flowing gently, a scene of tranquility and peace.

She walked to the black soil, took out a crystal core from the box, and drank a cup of spiritual spring water.

The moment her fingertips grasped the crystal core, a familiar warmth spread through her meridians. Jiang Zhiyu closed her eyes, letting the energy flow through her body. Her body, transformed by the spiritual spring water, combined with the crystal core, made her cultivation feel exceptionally smooth.

The light from the crystal core gradually dimmed until it completely lost its luster, at which point Jiang Zhiyu slowly opened her eyes.

With her internal strength restored to about 70-80%, her eyes brightened a bit.

She glanced at the thriving corn seedlings in the space, then touched the orange tree that was sprouting new branches, and felt a little more at ease.

As soon as I stepped out of the space, the clock on the wall pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Zhiyu was just about to change her clothes and go out to find something to eat when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable deliberate intent.

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, walked to the door but didn't open it, and asked calmly through the door, "Who is it?"

A sweet yet haughty voice came from outside the door: "I'm here to see you. Open the door."

Jiang Zhiyu remained motionless, then extended her spiritual energy outwards.

A girl wearing a polyester shirt stood at the door. She had short hair that reached her ears and delicate features, but the pickiness and hostility in her eyes were impossible to hide.

She opened the door, leaned against the doorframe, crossed her arms, and silently watched the other person.

The girl was first taken aback by her appearance, then intimidated by Jiang Zhiyu's gaze, but still stubbornly raised her chin: "You're the one who came in with Battalion Commander Song? What's your name? Where are you from?"

A barrage of questions came like a machine gun, laced with undisguised hostility.

A knowing glint flashed in Jiang Zhiyu's eyes—this was most likely Song Yanzhou's unwanted romantic advances.

"My name and where I'm from seem to be none of your business," Jiang Zhiyu said indifferently.

The girl was momentarily speechless, then became even angrier: "How can it be nothing? Battalion Commander Song is someone my dad has his eye on. Everyone in the military region knows that it's only a matter of time before we meet. You're just an outsider with no background, and you've only just entered the military region, yet you're already clinging to him. What are you up to?"

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke: "I advise you to be sensible and leave right now! Don't think that just because you're somewhat pretty you can climb the social ladder. Our military region doesn't tolerate idlers, and it certainly doesn't tolerate those with ulterior motives!"

Jiang Zhiyu remained silent throughout, only slowly raising her eyes when she finally seemed tired of talking, her tone as cold as ice: "Finished?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding.

"Now that you've finished speaking, I'll trouble you to go find the Battalion Commander Song that your father has his eye on." Jiang Zhiyu stepped aside to let him pass. "I have nothing to do with him, and what happens between you two is none of my business either. If you're angry, take it out on him."

No sooner had he finished speaking than footsteps sounded behind him, accompanied by rapid breathing.

Jiang Zhiyu turned around and saw Song Yanzhou standing at the end of the corridor, his face slightly pale, clearly having run all the way here.

He happened to hear the phrase, "I have nothing to do with him."

My heart felt like it had been squeezed tightly by something, and it suddenly sank downwards.

Looking at Jiang Zhiyu's indifferent profile, Song Yanzhou suddenly panicked—he knew she was cold-hearted and hated trouble the most. This time, he had clearly dragged her down, and she was probably even more disgusted with him now.

"Lin Weiwei! What nonsense are you spouting here!"

Song Yanzhou, his voice laced with anger, strode forward and stood directly in front of Jiang Zhiyu.

"Who told you I'm one of yours? Don't act recklessly just because your dad is a political commissar! I have nothing to do with you, and I never will."

He glanced at Jiang Zhiyu furtively, but she remained expressionless, as if the matter had nothing to do with her.

Song Yanzhou's heart sank even further.

Lin Weiwei hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly, and she certainly hadn't expected him to contradict her in front of Jiang Zhiyu. Her face instantly flushed red: "Song Yanzhou! You're yelling at me for her sake? How can you face my father for promoting you?"

"I'm not doing this for anyone in particular; it's you who did something wrong. Please stop dragging Comrade Jiang into everything."

Song Yanzhou frowned, his tone unyielding, "And you mean, my military achievements were also due to your father? Or is the organization run by your father's absolute authority?"

Comrade Jiang is a guest of our military region. How dare you come here to provoke us? What do you take the army for? Did your father instruct you to do this? Then I'd like to ask Political Commissar Lin, is it because you have some dissatisfaction with the organization's decision to come here to provoke and verbally insult someone who has rendered meritorious service?

His words were direct and harsh, striking Lin Weiwei's heart like a hammer blow.

She was pampered by her father since childhood, and everyone in the military region treated her with deference. She had never suffered such humiliation before.

Tears welled up instantly. She stomped her foot, covered her face, and ran away crying.

The corridor fell silent, with only Song Yanzhou's slightly hurried breathing remaining.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't look at him, turned around and went back to her room, picking up her canvas bag: "I'm going to eat."

"etc!"

Song Yanzhou quickly followed, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of flattery, "It's my fault for not handling things well and causing you trouble. Chef Zhao from the cafeteria is familiar with me, I'll have him cook some special dishes for you, some of the Shanghai specialties, which are more authentic than the ones at other noodle shops."

Jiang Zhiyu paused in her steps.

food?

She has never been able to resist delicious food.

Seeing that she didn't refuse directly, Song Yanzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly added, "There's braised pork, steamed fish, and pan-fried buns that you like to eat in the morning. Chef Zhao's cooking is superb."

"……Walk."

Jiang Zhiyu uttered a single word, which was considered an agreement.

As they walked towards the canteen, Song Yanzhou didn't dare stop, rambling on and on about how "Lin Weiwei's dad is the political commissar of the military region, he's spoiled rotten and not very bright, don't take it to heart. There's really nothing between us, I've told her this several times before..."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't reply, but her steps became lighter—her mind was completely captivated by the "braised pork".

The military canteen was large, but it wasn't mealtime yet, and only a few soldiers were getting their food.

Song Yanzhou led her familiarly to the kitchen, where a plump chef in a white apron was squatting on the ground preparing vegetables. Upon seeing him, the chef greeted him with a smile, "Little Song's here? What would you like to eat today?"

"Master Zhao, could you please make some braised pork, steamed sea bass, a plate of greens, and two bowls of rice?" Song Yanzhou said, tilting his head towards Jiang Zhiyu. "And a few pan-fried buns, fresh out of the oven, please."

Master Zhao glanced at Jiang Zhiyu, a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, but didn't ask any further questions, readily replying, "Alright!"

The two sat down at a table in the corner. Song Yanzhou rubbed his hands together, carefully observing Jiang Zhiyu's expression: "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier."

Jiang Zhiyu was examining the vinegar bottle on the table. Upon hearing this, she didn't even look up: "Let's eat."

Song Yanzhou finally felt relieved—he didn't lose his temper, which meant he wasn't angry anymore.

The dishes were served quickly.

The braised pork belly is glistening with oil, the steamed fish is steaming hot, and the pan-fried buns have a golden-brown, crispy crust that bursts with broth when you bite into them.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up her chopsticks and, no longer being polite, ate with focused attention and seriousness.

Looking at her bulging cheeks, like a little squirrel hoarding food, Song Yanzhou couldn't help but smile slightly.

He didn't eat much, spending most of his time watching her, occasionally picking up a piece of green vegetable with his chopsticks, afraid of disturbing her.

After Jiang Zhiyu put down her chopsticks and let out a soft, satisfied burp, Song Yanzhou tentatively spoke up: "After you finish eating... shall I show you around the military area? So you can get familiar with the surroundings and it will be easier to go out in the future."

Jiang Zhiyu initially wanted to refuse.

We've only traveled halfway together this morning and already run into trouble. If we continue to wander around with him now, won't we become the thorn in the side of all the girls in the military region?

But when she looked up, she met Song Yanzhou's gaze.

His eyes held a cautious hope, like a large dog waiting to be petted. Thinking of the dog she had before the apocalypse, he blurted out, almost as if possessed:

"……good."

As soon as she said it, Jiang Zhiyu was stunned.

0047 screamed in her mind: [Host! You're insane! This is going to make you hated by all the girls in the military region!]

Song Yanzhou's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up: "I'll take you to see the training grounds, and our military compound..."

He was clearly overjoyed and became much more talkative.

As the two walked out, they encountered several soldiers. Seeing that they were all staring at Jiang Zhiyu, Song Yanzhou stopped and solemnly pointed to Jiang Zhiyu, introducing her: "This is Comrade Jiang, an important guest of our military region. Please take good care of her in the future."

The soldiers saluted, their eyes sweeping over Jiang Zhiyu before glancing at Song Yanzhou, their expressions conveying a sense of "I understand."

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

She now strongly suspects that Song Yanzhou did this on purpose.

Perhaps it was the aroma of that braised pork that had just been so enticing, or perhaps it was the brightness in his eyes; in any case, I'll just follow along.

Anyway, we'll deal with whatever comes our way, whether it's soldiers or water.

Is Jiang Zhiyu afraid of these rumors?