Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 697 The Apocalypse (19)

After hearing this, Yan Zhen's expression became subtle: "This... is quite enjoyable."

Jing Chen glanced at her sideways: "The system malfunction caused the entire strategy route to collapse. The strategy target is dead, and the direction of all the strategy routes related to you is completely different from that of the previous life. Many things have lost their reference value."

But the military, an organization unrelated to us, remains unaffected. The mission mentioned in the strategy guide—to retrieve the catalyst and the aircraft from Xinghai City—will still occur. Our only chance is to establish a connection with the military and get Lin Yu to speak on our behalf.

Having said all that, Yan Zhen basically believed Jing Chen's words.

She pondered carefully for a while, then nodded and said, "Call the team members for a meeting."

After saying that, Yan Zhen put down his gun and walked out.

Jing Chen grabbed her arm and said, "You've been in meetings all day. Take a break. Lin Yu will be staying here for a while, so there's no rush."

“Every minute from now on is crucial. We can’t rely on the military or Lin Yu. The most important thing is to save ourselves.” Yan Zhen’s attitude was firm. “Go, tell everyone to go to Old Cat’s place for a meeting.”

Fifteen minutes later, at the old cat's residence.

Yan Zhen briefly explained the plan. Before Lao Mao and Xiao Long could ask the questions they had asked Jing Chen, she gave a seemingly reasonable explanation—Lin Yu used a special communication tool to maintain contact with the military, and this information was overheard from his conversations with the military.

Using this reason to quell everyone's doubts, the subsequent planning discussions went smoothly.

When asked who should play the "wounded" person, Jing Chen responded enthusiastically.

"I'll do it! I'll do it!" He raised his hand high. "I'm young, I'm in good physical condition, and I can recover quickly from injuries."

Xiao Long glanced at him: "I asked you to 'pretend to be injured,' not that you were actually injured. Why are you so eager to take on this? You're not trying to steal the credit, are you?"

Jing Chen flicked her forehead without hesitation: "Do you think everyone is like you, with underdeveloped brains and completely underdeveloped cerebellum? Those are people from the military base. They're battle-hardened. Would they not be able to distinguish between a fake injury and a real one? I not only need to be genuinely injured, but I also need to be at the forefront when retrieving the catalyst to achieve the desired effect."

At this point, Jing Chen raised his head slightly: "Excuse me for speaking frankly, but my combat power is higher than everyone here—except for the boss. No one but me and the boss can complete this mission."

These words were arrogant, but no one could respond.

Yan Zhen glanced around at everyone, and seeing that no one objected, he looked at Jing Chen: "You're being modest. Your combat strength is above mine, but you need to think it over carefully. When you get to Xinghai City, you'll be venturing deep into the encirclement of hundreds of thousands of zombies to retrieve the catalyst. You could easily lose your life if you're not careful. Are you sure you want to go?"

“I’m sure,” Jing Chen said without hesitation, then rubbed his hands together. “However, I have a small request.”

When he mentioned "a small request," he pinched his thumb and forefinger together, making a small gesture indicating "just a little bit."

Yan Zhen: "Speak."

Jing Chen kept glancing at her, practically wearing his guilty conscience on his sleeve.

"Here's the thing, in order to make Lin Yu and the military think that we suffered heavy losses in this mission, I would like to ask the boss to cooperate and act as my lover for a period of time."

As soon as these words were spoken, exclamations of "Oh~~~~" arose from the conference table, and everyone wore a playful expression of "I see."

"Jing Chen, you have the heart of Sima Yi, you little rascal."

"Is it really just a way for us to play a couple? Don't start taking it seriously."

"So that's why you were so eager to take on this deadly task. Turns out you'd dug a pit and were waiting here."

"Give me a break, you surnamed Jing. Do you think we don't know what you're up to? Don't even think about taking advantage of the boss."

Jing Chen wasn't angry at being teased. He just shrugged like a tough nut to crack and said, "If you guys are confident you can complete this task, I can hand over the right to play the boss's boyfriend."

This statement successfully silenced most of the team members.

Jing Chen asked Yan Zhen, "Boss, what do you say? Do you agree?"

Yan Zhen knew he had ulterior motives, but considering the mission, she nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Jingchen's eyebrows immediately shot up high.

The meeting lasted for almost three hours, and everyone was exhausted when it ended.

Yan Zhen turned and walked out. She had only taken a few steps when a hand came up behind her and wrapped around her waist. The action was so practiced that it seemed like she had done it countless times.

Yan Zhen paused, turning to look at the instigator.

Jing Chen grinned shamelessly at her: "Let's go, I'll take you home, girlfriend."

Yan Zhen grabbed his hand: "If you dare to lay a hand on me under this pretext, I'll chop it off."

Jing Chen: "..."

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In the past few days, Lin Yu has clearly felt that the atmosphere in the Ark Shelter has become more tense.

More people were coming and going to Fang Ye's residence to report on their work. Fang Ye and Jing Chen were both very busy and sometimes didn't have time to cook. Xu Songfeng would go to the shelter's public canteen to get food for him.

Lin Yu was in good physical condition, and it only took him a week to go from having his wounds reopen with the slightest movement to being able to get out of bed and walk around.

Stepping out of Fang Ye's residence, he found the atmosphere outside even more tense.

Inside the shelter, people of all ages were busy, with truckloads of building materials being brought in one after another, and dust flying everywhere on the main road, as if some kind of construction project was underway.

That evening at dinner, Lin Yu asked Yan Zhen, "What kind of defensive fortifications are they building at the shelter lately?"

He asked truthfully, and Yan Zhen also answered truthfully: "A passing survivor said that a cold wave is coming soon, and we are working hard to turn the air-raid shelter into a cold-proof shelter."

Lin Yu tightened his grip on the chopsticks, hesitated, and finally said only, "I see."

He didn't say anything more.

After dinner, Jingchen washed the dishes, Xu Songfeng wiped the table, and Yan Zhen sat on the sofa looking at the engineering drawings that Lao Mao had brought over.

Lin Yu felt embarrassed to be idle, so he picked up a broom and slowly began to sweep the floor.

After washing the dishes and drying her hands, Jingchen moved closer to Yanzhen and discussed the air-raid shelter renovation project with her.

Lin Yu swept the floor behind the sofa, his gaze falling on the two people, and he couldn't help but pause slightly—were they sitting too close together?

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Jing Chen seemed to sense something, suddenly turned his head to look at him, and then leaned close to Yan Zhen in front of him and gave her a loud kiss on the cheek.

Lin Yu: "..."

He looked at Yan Zhen and saw that she had no reaction, as indifferent as if she had been bitten by a mosquito.

They... are together?

This thought made Lin Yu feel a pang of jealousy. He stopped looking at the two people on the sofa, quickly finished sweeping the floor, and went back to his room.

The sound of the door closing came from Lin Yu's room. Yan Zhen immediately used his hand like pliers to grab a soft piece of flesh on Jing Chen's waist and twist it hard.

Jing Chen's face contorted in pain as she gasped for breath, but she dared not struggle or scream. She could only whisper and beg for mercy, "I won't do it again, I'll never do it again..."

Yan Zhen then released his grip, a forced smile on his face: "If you keep pushing your luck, I'll break your legs!"