Chapter 393: Learning from Classmate Zhang Yiming

Bai Xiqin, who possesses a sense of space, is highly sensitive to her surroundings.

If the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan and others hadn’t acted, Bai Xiqin might not have noticed them.

But they occasionally take action to clear the zombies nearby, and no matter how cautiously they act, Bai Xiqin still notices them.

The identities of these two people are becoming evident.

Only the final step of verification remains.

The sound of washing socks resounds, rhythmic and powerful.

As if proving his earnest effort in washing socks, Leng Yebai washes very seriously.

His hands almost leaving an afterimage.

A ripping sound is heard, the sound of fabric tearing.

A high-rank superpower user is indeed different.

"Sew it up and wash it again."

Bai Xiqin’s voice is light, showing no emotion on her face.

"Okay."

Relieved, Leng Yebai silently finds a hairdryer to dry the socks, obediently grabs a needle and thread, and asks Bai Zhengxuan for help with threading the needle.

Sitting on a small stool, he begins to sew.

The sewing is crooked and not attractive at all.

His large hand clutching an embroidery needle looks rather awkward.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your sewing is really ugly!" Bai Zhengxuan sits beside Leng Yebai, full of disdain while offering guidance, "You’re holding it wrong, hold it like this, and sew the stitches closer together, and stop trembling!"

Bai Zhengxuan inexplicably gains a sense of superiority.

Like an old lady from an ancient mansion, imparting her ’managing household skills’ with an elder’s tone to a newly-married daughter-in-law.

Bai Anhai also takes a quick look and shakes his head slightly.

This Leng Yebai is hopeless!

The sewing is worse than Bai Yifan’s!

Among the men, in terms of sewing skills, Bai Yifan is no longer the worst; Leng Yebai is.

Leng Yebai genuinely asks Bai Zhengxuan for guidance and seriously sews the socks.

Bai Xiqin watches the two huddled together sewing socks, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

The amusement fades, leaving a trace of bitterness.

Despite it being such a warm scene, Bai Xiqin is reminded of things before her rebirth.

In the three years of the apocalypse, she never saw her grandparents, couldn’t find them despite searching hard.

Eventually, she self-destructed.

Reflecting now, her grandparents must have been in the most pain, right?

White-haired people sending off black-haired ones.

Bai Xiqin rubs her slightly sore eyes, leaning back on the sofa, slowly closing her eyes.

Just thinking of her grandparents’ situation makes her heart ache.

She thinks, maybe she should persist a little longer.

If she truly escaped from that research institute, she might reunite with her grandparents...

The other Bai Family members hadn’t realized that someone was following behind the bus, nor did they realize Bai Zhengxuan and the other middle-aged person’s true identities.

Wang Yiyun is engrossed in a beauty magazine.

Liu Jing is wearing reading glasses, looking at a tablet in her hands.

The tablet plays a pre-downloaded video, a large family drama series is on.

Bai Anhai somehow stands behind Leng Yebai, occasionally voicing disdain for his needlework.

The family enjoys each other’s company comfortably within the bus.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan duo camp in trees, staying far behind the bus to stay closer to the Bai Family.

Even so, the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan couple feels content.

Thinking of these, Bai Xiqin feels deeply pained.

Leng Yebai, holding the needle and thread, secretly glances at Bai Xiqin, noticing her furrowed brow.

"Ah!"

Leng Yebai suddenly shudders and yelps.

"Ah, how clumsy! Pricking your finger while sewing socks!"

Bai Anhai gently shakes his head, but his comment is directed towards Bai Xiqin.

Almost as if intentionally letting her hear it.

The little princess, pampered for over twenty years, is upset, which he can see at a glance.

Leng Yebai intentionally pricks his finger, and also intentionally shouts out loud.

As expected, upon hearing Leng Yebai pricking his finger, Bai Xiqin opens her eyes.

"If you can’t sew, don’t. Just throw it away!" Bai Xiqin said.

A gentle melancholy hung on her delicate face, beyond simple soothing.

"I’m fine, I can still sew."

Leng Yebai inches closer to Bai Xiqin, holding the needle and thread to continue sewing.

The needle veers towards his hand again when Leng Yebai ’carelessly’.

Leng Yebai thought――

Wondering if others would find it exaggerated if one pricked a finger while sewing socks.

Also wondering if it would be humiliating for a grown man to rush into a girl’s arms crying for comfort if his finger was pricked through.

Can’t worry about that now.

Xiao Niu’s worried look hasn’t dissipated yet; not sure if she’ll forgive him!

This is the only strategy!

All these "lowly" tricks, Leng Yebai learned from Zhang Yiming.

That guy did just this last night; luckily, he saw through it just in time.

Ha, a green tea man!

Leng Yebai inwardly despises Zhang Yiming, but without hesitation, the needle ’unintentionally’ moves towards his finger.

No matter how it goes, Leng Yebai is now learning from Zhang Yiming.

So what if he’s petty, as long as Xiao Niu shows concern, it’s all worth it.

Uh――

Is my finger’s skin too thick?

Why isn’t the needle piercing through?

Tsk!

Blame my superpower for being too good!

Leng Yebai shakes his head, exerting his finger to press the needle against it.

The needle oddly bends, still not piercing.

Leng Yebai hesitates, stealing a glance at Bai Xiqin and meets her dark eyes.

Heart skips a beat.

Quickly relaxing.

How did he forget, Xiao Niu specializes in control?

"Don’t you know how to use a needle?" Bai Xiqin’s voice has a mocking tone.

Bai Xiqin is annoyed that Leng Yebai didn’t tell her about her grandparents.

Yet seeing this silly side of Leng Yebai, she lets it go.

After all, who argues with a fool?

Seeing him look so not bright, Bai Xiqin decides to let it go.

This guy’s brain is already not intact; getting mad at him seems like she’s irrational too!

"Cough, cough, I’m just seeing if the needle can pierce the finger, not trying to earn sympathy by pricking." Leng Yebai awkwardly coughs, ears slightly red.

"Brother Leng, don’t you think you just spoke your mind?"

Bai Yifan, driving, mumbles a complaint.

"Uncle Bai, I saw Xiao Fan put some salt in your tea today, not sure if you tasted it?"

Leng Yebai, expressionless, turns to speak with Bai Anhai.

Bai Yifan: !!!!

Bai Anhai: ????

Kids like Bai Yifan at this age, they quite enjoy pranks.

It’s not that Bai Yifan is mistreated by the Bai Family, sometimes he just asks for it.

Mischief was something Bai Yifan often did.

Scaring the girls in class, telling ghost stories, dismantling desks to grill with boys, putting popping candy in teachers’ cups, squeezing lemon in Bai Zhengxuan’s false teeth cup...

All tricks are by Bai Yifan’s hands.

Every time caught, he’d get a spanking.

Every time, Bai Yifan’s hands just deserved to be spanked, wanting to prank people.

After the apocalypse, he improved a bit, frightened by the zombies’ terrifying faces, likely forgetting to prank for a while.

Now, he’s reverted back to his pre-apocalypse restless hands.

"Xiao Fan, pull over the car."

Bai Anhai’s finger firmly presses on Bai Yifan’s shoulder.

"We’re... almost at the place Sis mentioned, so let’s not stop... okay?"

Bai Yifan’s mouth twitches hard.

Brother Leng, you’re really something, not cute at all, just one little complaint and everything he’s done is exposed!

Petty!

"You’ve been driving for so long, you must be tired, take a break!"

The fatherly voice resonates again, accompanied by the crackle of electricity.

Bai Yifan: Danger!