Survival game for all: The max-level boss wins easily everyday!

It is easy to talk to someone in the court. This principle is very practical both in ancient times and now, especially in places under official control such as shelters.

Thanks to Tan Dong, the higher-ups knew that Xiao Jin and others had saved his life, so they were very polite to everyone.

The area inside the shelter is limited, so most ordinary survivors live together, with the single beds on the left and right separated by about one meter. If you have the conditions, you can put up a curtain around the bed.

There are no divisions between men, women, young and old. At most, your family and relatives can live in adjacent areas.

There are three ordinary rest areas, each separated by a simple partition, but due to material problems, they are not actually soundproof.

Although the toilet was renovated, the smell was unbearable with so many people using it. Therefore, people sitting in the rest area near the toilet were miserable.

Basically, for new survivors, except for those who have made outstanding contributions, beds are basically selected by drawing lots. You get whichever bed you draw in the three zones.

The so-called extraordinary contribution includes identity, materials, and special talents. For example, they live in compartments for 6, 4 or one person.

Tan Dong and Cheng Su were picked up by his father, and the remaining four, Xiao Jin, were assigned to a four-person room.

The cubicle was located inside, so it was certainly not a bad place like that near the toilet. It was about 30 square meters, with walls made of low-density boards and four single beds placed against the walls.

Although the soundproofing is not good, it is very good compared to the noisy public lounge area.

There was a long table and chairs opposite the bed. Someone was responsible for distributing the three meals in the shelter. Xiao Jin had seen the food here. It was not very good, but it was enough to sustain life.

What made them happiest was that there was a washroom inside this small cubicle, which was two square meters in size and had running water. At least they didn't have to queue up to use the big toilet outside.

After closing and locking the door, Mao Liu slumped down on the bed, then slowly moved his body, following Shang Fan's example to treat his wounds.

The official medicine is good, but its effect is far inferior to the props provided in the system mall.

"Hiss~" Mao Liu couldn't reach Shang Fan's back, so he poked him.

After spending these few days together, the relationship between the two has become quite good. After all, they are companions who have experienced life and death together.

Of course, they had to take off their clothes to change the dressing. Xiao Jin had no interest in watching them. She leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes fixed on Jian Xiuyun who was lying on the bed on the other side.

The doctor at the shelter had examined him and said that he had suffered a severe blow to the head. Although he was injured, there was no problem. In order to avoid wasting medical resources, the doctor did not intend to admit Jian Xiuyun, but instead left him to Xiao Jin and the others.

Xiao Jin didn't know what he was thinking. He carried this burden with him when he was outside, and didn't throw it to others when he arrived at the shelter.

Xiao Jin stared blankly at Jian Xiuyun's sleeping face. The elegant and handsome man with smooth facial contours, outlined by the light in the compartment, added a bit of unspeakable mystery.

The other person's brows were slightly frowned, as if with a hint of pain due to injury. His eyelashes were thick, rising and falling a little with his breathing, and underneath were tightly pursed thin lips.

The most eye-catching thing is the red mark on the other person's chin near the neck. It is unknown where it was scratched, but it adds a touch of color to the sleeping face.

Hmm~ Xiao Jin rubbed his fingers. What's wrong with her? Could it be that she was attracted by a beautiful woman?

As Xiao Jin thought about it, he felt as if he was exhausted. His brain even started to not work properly. He simply folded his hands behind his head and lay down.

sleep!

Seeing that Xiao Jin had taken a rest, Mao Liu and the other man on the other side shut up and silently sped up their hands.

They were both very tired, and after applying the medicine, they turned off the lights directly, and the room suddenly became dark.

In a place where no one could see, Jian Xiuyun was lying upright on the bed, but his eyelids suddenly twitched...

[Y…Y…Y…Mistake…]

Like an eternal whisper, an unknown call and echo, the repeated words impacted the depths of Xiao Jin's mind bit by bit.

Xiao Jin, who was sleeping on the bed, had sweat on her forehead. Her brows were furrowed, and a big hand seemed to want to smooth them out.

When the person was about to touch him, Xiao Jin suddenly opened his eyes. His left hand tightly grasped the dagger, and the tip of the knife was only one centimeter away from the heart of the person in front of him.

When their eyes met, Xiao Jin and Jian Xiuyun were both stunned.

Jian Xiuyun calmly withdrew his hand, but Xiao Jin did not pull back the knife that was against his heart.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Jin had no expression on his face.

Jian Xiuyun was originally sitting beside Xiao Jin's bed. Seeing this, he stood up and returned to his own bed. Xiao Jin did not stop him.

He slowly raised his right leg and crossed his hands on his knees. The originally crude resettlement house looked like a bright and grand CEO's office against the backdrop of Jian Xiuyun.

"You seemed to be dreaming just now. I was going to wake you up."

dream?

Xiao Jin moved and suddenly felt cold, as if he had sweated a lot.

Isn’t it just a dream?

Xiao Jin couldn't remember clearly, she only remembered that she was helpless and there was an unfathomable abyss beneath her body. She fell straight into it and could not escape.

She seemed to hear something!

Xiao Jin thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember anything.

“Tuk tuk tuk!!”

A crisp sound interrupted Xiao Jin's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw Jian Xiuyun knocking on the wooden bed board beneath him.

"Classmate Xiao...Jin, right?" Jian Xiuyun narrowed his eyes.

Xiao Jin sat up and straightened his clothes. The two beds next to him were empty, and he didn't know where Shang Fan and the others had gone.

Seeing that the person in front of him dared to be absent-minded, Jian Xiuyun was so angry that he laughed.

There was still a white bandage wrapped around his head, and his face was slightly pale. This smile coupled with his sarcastic questioning gave him a somewhat yandere temperament.

"Why, did Xiao Jin forget who I am?"

"Hello, Teacher Jian!" Xiao Jin replied calmly.

"Okay, then as your teacher, can I ask you a few questions?" Jian Xiuyun took a deep breath: "Why did you skip classes before, why did you lie, where did you go?

Why didn't you answer my call the next day? Did you turn off your phone on purpose?"

"I'm sick, no lie, I went to the hospital, but I lost my phone and couldn't answer it!"

Xiao Jin's answer was very clear and concise. She picked up on Jian Xiujun's words the second after he finished speaking, and she did not hide her carelessness at all.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the dead silence seemed to be mixed with a hint of anger.

After a while, Jian Xiuyun's chest trembled slightly: "Hehe~"

Xiao Jin glanced over, his eyes fixed on the lines and patterns on the clothes, his ears twitching unnaturally.

Ugh! Why hasn't Mao Liuliang come back yet?