He liked this feeling.
Winter was almost over.
He casually said, fiddling with Xiaolvâs nose which kept dodging, "Howâs the job as a primary school teacher?"
"Not great, itâs a mixed bag."
Fang had just finished doing her feet, washed them again, then gently dried and massaged them. "The composition of primary school teachers is quite complex. Some have just graduated from college and came directly in, some have capable husbands who arranged an easy job for them, and then there are people like me who just muddle through."
"Thereâs quite a bit of showing off among colleagues."
"Iâm indecisive. Since childhood, Iâve always followed my familyâs arrangements. They wanted me to come here, so I did, all the way up smoothly through the exams."
"What about your parents?"
"Theyâre dead."
"Died in front of you?"
"Yes, my mom was killed by my dad, and my dad committed suicide."
"Seeking death out of despair?"
"No, at that time, my dad drove my mom to the school as soon as possible to take me away. There were a lot of cars blocking the school gate, initially, everyone still followed the rules, letting those with power and influence leave first. Later, as the situation became more serious, no one cared about that anymore."
Fangâs voice was a bit low: "Later, the car couldnât drive anymore. During the escape, my parents were both injured by zombies to protect me. The injuries werenât severe, but my parents were worried theyâd turn into zombies and attack me, so they killed my mom first and then committed suicide."
"I remember that getting injured by zombies wouldnât turn you into a zombie, right?"
"Yes, but almost all pre-Doomsday movies defaulted that being injured would infect you, so... thatâs why I really hate those filmmakers. If it werenât for them, my parents wouldnât have died."
"..."
Chen Mang took a large sip from the mineral water on the table before lighting a cigarette. He didnât know what to say; actually, he thought... at least wait to see if thereâs a mutation before committing suicide, whatâs the rush, if all else fails, tie yourself up...
The courage to end their lives was indeed quite resolute.
Wait a minute, this cigarette doesnât taste right...
He suddenly frowned slightly, taking another puff to confirm that the cigarette indeed tasted off. After a few light coughs, he swallowed, feeling a weak acidity and pain, likely indicating tonsillitis or throat inflammation, possibly a cold.
How strange.
His body should be in near-perfect health, yet he got sick. He thought to repair himself later in the Medical Cabin.
Somehow.
Perhaps the night breeze was too delightful.
He quite enjoyed sitting here, chatting casually with Fang while massaging his feet, finding it a rare and pleasant feeling in the Doomsday.
"My condolences, Uncle was just..."
The voice abruptly stopped.
Chen Mang quickly retracted his right foot, looking somewhat bewildered at Fang who sat on the bench with slightly open mouth leaned forward: "What are you doing?"
"I..."
"Is this another thing Ji Chuchu taught you?"
"Isnât Ji Chuchu up to no good for a day?"
"I was just thinking of words to comfort you, I even said my condolences, and youâre doing this?"
Fang lowered her head without speaking, just sitting there anxiously.
"Forget it."
Chen Mang sighed lightly, waving his hand: "Letâs stop talking, go down, if I need you, Iâll call you."
He really did enjoy these casual conversations.
Because usually thereâs no one to talk to about these things.
Itâs just...
Clearly, once he sits in this position, no one would simply chat with him with the intention of idle talk.
"I just..."
"Just feel that Master Mang has been too tired lately, wanted to help him relax."
"Where am I tired?"
Chen Mang waved his hand irritably: "I have no work to do every day, itâs you guys doing all the work, isnât it?"
"Mentally tired."
"So many people on the Fixed Star, including future development, all need you, Master Mang, to worry about on your own."
"Nonsense." He cursed, intending to say something but couldnât help nodding, "That is indeed tiring. Alright, off you go, donât hang out with Ji Chuchu and them too much in the future."
"Which blogger fixes a donkey hoof with their mouth?"
"I used to like watching people chew chicken feet." Seeing that Chen Mang wasnât angry, Fang whispered as she carried the foot water towards the door to leave.
"Youâve pissed me off to laughter."
Chen Mang couldnât help but shake his head and laughed as he watched Fangâs retreating figure. This girl was quite interesting. He then looked towards the control panel, where the trainâs dashboard had corresponding changes after being raised to Level 15.