His eyes flickered: "Everything I'm saying is true, listen carefully. Your fate has saved you from a desperate situation, you just happened to fall into this world, and you just happened to meet me. At least it didn't want you to die, you're still lucky."
The long-haired man's eyes reddened, his Adam's apple bobbed, as if to ask, "Do you still like me?"
But before he could say it, Wen Zheng hissed.
"Walking in the Arctic in the middle of the night is just crazy. I'm going back."
Night had fallen, and the cold wind felt like it was scraping a layer off one's face. Wen Zheng put his hands in his pockets, walked quickly back to his tent, and pulled down the sealing strip.
Before going in, he suddenly asked, feigning nonchalance, "Oh, by the way, is so-and-so still alive?"
“Live,” Bei Sining answered subconsciously, then realized and added, “I’m not sure, maybe…?”
"It's nothing, I was just asking." Wen Zheng smiled and ducked into the tent.
"I'll kill that so-and-so." Wen Zheng clenched his fist with a click of his tongue.
***
Yesterday, my emotions were in turmoil, and Wen Zheng suddenly developed a fever.
The team doctor anxiously surrounded him, asking if he was alright. They initially considered administering the medication orally, but worried about its slow effect and potential complications, so they opted for an IV drip instead.
Wen Zheng felt a little guilty. He should have rested properly after returning to his tent, but he let his imagination run wild and spent most of the night mentally torturing that bastard, innocent-looking nobody with all sorts of tricks. By the time he finally fell asleep, it was almost dawn.
He hadn't been sick for several years, which was due not only to his constitution but also to his exceptional self-control. Now, clearly not the time to relax, he had to reflect on his own negligence.
However, seeing Bei Sining circling around him nervously still brought him a little joy.
The four gambling gods aren't even playing cards today; they're busy running around doing chores.
Sun Gaoda volunteered to discuss ice cave fishing techniques with the Xiong Guoren, saying he wanted to get the freshest fish to make fish porridge. Xu Qian said he was particularly good at making porridge and went to the kitchen to borrow a pot. Wang Weina helped him arrange the exchange for the day. Only Bai Shuang was left, insisting on taking a seat from Bei Sining.
"My beautiful lady, look at your dark circles. Why don't you let your old friend take care of the patient?"
"..." Bei Sining said patiently, "Go."
"Hey, why are you being so polite? We're all friends, how can we rely on just you? Don't worry, Wen Zheng and I are really close. I watched him grow up. He was such a good boy when he was little, he would even call me 'Brother Shuangshuang'!" Bai Shuang said smugly, with a sly look on her face. "Want to hear what stupid things he's done? It's hilarious, let me tell you."
"Bai, Shuang!" Wen Zheng threw his phone at him. Bai Shuang quickly leaned back, and the steel frame against the wall was bent by the impact.
Bai Shuang: "…………"
He stood up: "Ah! The steel frame is broken! It's so dangerous! I'll go find someone to fix it—" and then ran off in a flash.
Now it's finally quiet.
Bei Sining stood up, eagerly ran to the steel frame, first straightened it with her bare hands, then bent down to pick up her phone, and then eagerly ran back to hand it to Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng felt dizzy and couldn't look at his phone, so he turned over and closed his eyes: "Put it down."
"Oh..." Bei Sining put down her phone and sat back down on the bed, looking lost.
After standing quietly for a while, he asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
“...Become Big Black.” Wen Zheng said with his eyes closed.
In the blink of an eye, a large black cat appeared by the bedside, jumped up, slowly walked over, and nudged Wen Zheng's hand.
Wen Zheng's lips curled up slightly as he raised his hand to let the cat lie in the concave shape of his side, forming a fluffy hug.
“I’m curious,” Wen Zheng asked, “In your dungeons, you’re always in human form. Why?”
“...I don’t like being a cat in front of outsiders. It makes me seem weak.” The big black tail swept: “Ever since I was able to transform, I’ve never turned back except in accidents.”
Wen Zheng: "And now?"
The big black head rested on its paws and whispered, "You're not an outsider."
Author's Note: (Yesterday I saw a comment from a lovely person that made me laugh for two hours! She said, "Stab Koukou twice and turn him into Zhongzhong!")
(I told this to my friend A.)
(a: Two more cuts and it'll turn into Tian Tian!)
(a: After dismembering the body, it's time to savor it!)
(a: If the dog bites it a few more times, it'll be a baby!)
(Applause for her!!!)
(There's no more angst after this! Zhengzheng will be loved properly, get slapped in the face, get revenge on the scum, and reach the pinnacle of life! Thank you everyone for sticking with me this far!)
(You've held on this long, aren't you going to give me a single bit of nutrient solution? Flutter your wings!)
Chapter 95
Bei Sining only went out to get a bowl of porridge. When she came back, the bed was empty, and the IV bag was still hanging on the shelf. She must have pulled out the needle herself.
His face was grim. He slammed the bowl of fish porridge, a masterpiece of flavor, onto the table and followed the scent to find the person.
She's sick, where did she go? Was she deliberately trying to make him feel sorry for her? How cunning!
The Arctic camp wasn't large, and Liang Wenzheng couldn't have gone very far. Bei Sining quickly arrived at the side gate of the command post. That was where the higher-ups lived.
What are you doing here?
Bei Sining was puzzled and was about to go in when the door was opened from the inside.
Wen Zheng came out wrapped in protective clothing, wearing a mask and pulling up the hood, revealing only a pair of dark eyes. He seemed a little surprised to see Bei Sining.
"Don't worry, I will keep my promise... Hey, Mr. Bei." Old Liu smiled.
Was Wen Zheng actually here to see Liu Anshi? What did he say that made Liu Anshi so polite as to see him to the door? And what was with that promise?
"Let's go." Wen Zheng didn't offer any explanation, told Old Liu not to see him off, and pulled Bei Sining along with him.
"What's wrong?" Bei Sining couldn't help but ask. Wen Zheng grunted and said it was nothing.
Nothing! Look how perfunctory! Did he suddenly change his mind after just one night and no longer like me?
Cat felt a mix of emotions. With a wronged expression, she followed Wen Zheng into the house, where the aroma of fish porridge filled the air.
“Xu Qian made it,” Bei Sining said unhappily. “Sun Gaoda caught the fish, and I brought it over. There’s more in the kitchen if it’s not enough.”
"Let's eat together." Wen Zheng took off his hood, his face still flushed from the heat, and his lips were a little dry. He had quite an appetite, and apart from dizziness and feeling lightheaded, the discomfort was completely tolerable, much better than the feeling of having too much blood drawn.
Xu Qian truly lives up to his reputation as a womanizer. The fresh fish slices were cut to the perfect thickness, and he used some secret method to remove the fishy smell, leaving only the fresh aroma of the fish.
Hearing that a team member was sick, the kitchen staff specially picked out a bunch of the freshest scallions that had just been delivered that morning, chopped them up, and sprinkled some on top. The aroma was enticing, and the scallions looked fresh and vibrant.
Seeing Wen Zheng enjoying his meal, Bei Sining was also aroused and obediently went to the kitchen to get another set of chopsticks and bowls, and ate with Wen Zheng head to head.
After finishing his meal, he obediently put his utensils back in. When he went back into the tent, the team doctor had already given Wen Zheng another injection, looking rather unfriendly.
"Wow, impressive." The team doctor sneered, "Taking a walk in the Arctic while running a high fever, enjoying the fresh minus 28-degree cold air, has the water in your brain frozen yet?"
Wen Zheng: "………………"
Bei Sining: "..."
Bei Sining was furious: "Why are you cursing him! He's sick!"
"Oh, so you still remember being sick? I thought your brains had frozen and you'd completely forgotten about this! Not bad, there's still hope, huh?"
Wen Zheng: "…………"
"I was wrong." Wen Zheng quickly accepted the situation, preventing the low-level individual like Mao Jing, who had to consult a reference book on "How to Win a Verbal Battle Elegantly" to argue with people on Weibo, from being thoroughly defeated by the team doctor. He quickly shut the other party up.
The team doctor snorted, quickly changed the dressing, and left, giving the thoughtful player a warning look before he left.
Wen Zheng was indeed in good health; he felt much better after eating the porridge and took a nap. By the time the team doctor came again, his fever had subsided. Peiqi and the others heard about Wen Zheng's situation during their afternoon chat and even brought some chive blossoms from the kitchen to visit him. Bei Sining put the chive blossoms into an empty glass bottle and placed it by her bedside.
Although the chaotic exchange was a headache, it did achieve most of the goal of getting to know each other.
As time went by, even Bei Sining began to frown as she looked at the curve on her phone.
Wen Zheng knew that the day of the decisive battle was fast approaching.
That night, Wen Zheng was awakened by the sound of an air raid siren.
Bai Shuang threw her combat uniform onto his bed before he could, saying as she changed, "No wonder I didn't sleep much; my sixth sense is really amazing."
Sun Gaoda frantically pulled on the zipper, asking dumbly, "Instructor Bai, are you a woman?"
Xu Qian rolled his eyes forcefully.
Wen Zheng didn't participate in their pre-battle banter; he reached out and fastened his weapon belt behind his back. Because he had just woken up, his hands were misaligned, and he bumped into things a couple of times before someone suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Don't rush." Bei Sining suddenly appeared behind him, helped him fasten the straps, and straightened the back of his clothes.
"Hmm." Wen Zheng took a deep breath: "Did Old Liu want you to stay outside?"
“I can’t go in, I can’t stay with you. But I will set up a barrier outside and try to close this subspace,” Bei Sining said. “You will be safe, as long as we can buy some time.”
He paused, then said, "Don't be afraid."
Wen Zheng smiled and said, "Okay."
The transparent, soap bubble-like film twisted violently as more than two hundred subspace warriors, braving the wind and snow and carrying specially made antimatter weapons, drove to the handover point.
The activity levels in subspace have increased exponentially, affecting the surrounding magnetic field and weather.
Thick, dark clouds rolled across the sky, looking quite terrifying. Every now and then, bolts of lightning would flash, followed by rumbling thunder that shook the earth.
This strange phenomenon came on strong and is spreading rapidly towards the outskirts of the Arctic.
Meteorological stations and monitoring centers across the country were dumbfounded, and the phones of the bigwigs present were ringing off the hook.
Mr. Liu Anshi calmly turned off his phone and looked at the Xia soldiers in front of him.
They were all young people, with limitless futures ahead of them. The youngest was only fourteen. There were also even larger support troops, Luo Yu and Zhang Jincheng who had come to the front lines, and many young researchers in command post…
If this stroke of luck brings a good outcome, we must ensure they return home in glory.
The wind was strong, and the leaders of the neighboring Allied and Bear countries were shouting hysterically. Old Liu opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't shout out louder than the howling wind. He then slowly pulled out a portable megaphone from behind his back.
Everyone: "..."
"Haha," Old Liu chuckled, "I won't say much more, I just have one sentence to give you."
He swept his gaze over the many young and determined eyes.
"Let's have hot pot together when you return victorious."