Zhuang Yu came here on his own time and couldn't stay in the dormitory for too long.
A summary report of the exercise needs to be written, the special forces team needs to be reorganized, plans need to be made for the insane training of new members, and preparations need to be made for the comprehensive reform of selection, training, and combat modes starting now.
Even if someone was responsible for the silent coup, there was still a lot he needed to do.
Zhuang Yu gave himself five more minutes.
He sat down at his desk and, following Zhan Chen's instructions, used AI's unique code language and clumsily typed out a thank-you letter to Dolphin on the keyboard.
Zhan Chen sent Zhuang Yu to the door and said, "I'll hand it over to it."
Zhuang Yu curled his lips, looked at Zhan Chen's wound, and asked again: "Is it really okay?"
"It's okay." Zhan Chen said, "I'm not seriously injured. This small-scale program collapse won't have a real impact on me."
Zhuang Yu asked: "Does it hurt?"
Zhan Chen smiled, stopped talking, and reached out to open the door for him.
Zhuang Yu stopped at the door and looked at him carefully again.
Zhan Chen: "Captain Zhuang?"
"You look a lot like someone I knew before." Zhuang Yu said, "Are you originally from this world as well?"
Zhan Chen shook his head: "I have no authority to answer."
As the person in charge of the mall, he can already block the surveillance of the super world by the Book Bureau, and he also has a considerable degree of freedom, and can reveal some information beyond this world itself.
But as data, he is still controlled by the implanted program and cannot violate the rules to give answers to some key questions.
Zhan Chen was very patient and gave a standard answer slowly: "Unlike the host, the staff is made up of pure data. After we become data, our original memories will be erased-"
"Then let me change the question." Zhuang Yu said.
Zhuang Yu: "In addition to the few you just mentioned, are there any other people on this list of worlds?"
Zhan Chen stopped talking.
He didn't answer, one hand still on the door frame, and fell into an apologetic silence.
Zhuang Yu paused for a few seconds and nodded: "Remember... I'll tell Pu Ying."
Zhan Chen's eyes showed some gentle smile: "Thank you."
Zhuang Yu quickly left the dormitory.
…
Zhan Chen closed the door, exhaled lightly, closed his eyes and calmed himself down.
It doesn't take too much energy to talk to Zhuang Yu.
In the originally correct trajectory of the world, before Shi Ji grew into a true interstellar commander, Zhuang Yu, as Shi Ji's leader, had been guarding this world firmly from the Zerg's attacks.
At that time, the special operations team was in turmoil, conservative parties were constantly plotting to block the team, the captain was transferred, and the deputy captain was injured. However, Zhuang Yu managed to lead the special operations team and the spearhead team to break out.
If it weren't for that conspiracy, the special forces would still be able to save this galaxy from the Zerg.
In the few vague conversations just now, Zhuang Yu had already accurately guessed the content that Zhan Chen could not actively say but had already given enough hints.
—This world has been disintegrated by external forces.
The Special Investigation Division of the Ministry of Security wants to get to the bottom of it, not just this conservative faction within the ministry.
Zhan Chen pressed the wound.
He made another set of new data and covered the wound with it, then leaned against the door, giving himself a few more seconds to adjust.
…
People like Zhuang Yu were actually listed on another list.
He had originally figured out what the list meant, until Yu Tang accidentally broke the game cartridge and became obsessed with making various skill cards in the 300-meter-wide villa, Zhan Chen suddenly realized something.
There are quite a few skill cards in the mall.
Everything that Yu Tang does is in the commercial direction. In addition to this type, there are also hypnosis, sports, fighting, performance... There are many types, which can fully meet the needs of some hosts to urgently improve their own abilities.
But not everyone is like Lightning Storm, who absorbed a huge amount of knowledge and skills at one time and can make a card with his bare hands.
Only a small portion of these skill and talent cards are made in the background like this.
More cards actually come from other sources.
For people like Zhuang Yu, whose will is stronger, thinking is more mature, and whose will is more difficult to destroy by conventional means, their profit value will also be greatly reduced after being forcibly destroyed.
The terminal handles this data in another way.
After these people were recovered, because their data was too incomplete to be used as empty shells, all unnecessary information was erased, leaving only the most valuable powerful talents and skills.
Except for a very small number of skill cards that were written, every one of the remaining skill cards belonged to a person who had once lived and had strong talent and will.
They were included in another list.
"Card Library".
Zhan Chen rested for a few extra seconds.
On the sofa, Yu Tang was still curled up between the pillows, sleeping soundly.
Zhan Chen couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly.
He stood up straight, regained his spirit, and was about to return to the workbench, but his movements paused slightly.
Another very familiar figure came out from the kitchen.
Yu Tang retrieved the data of poor students, put on a small apron selected by the system, brought a bowl of freshly cooked Supreme Deluxe instant noodles, and placed it on the dining table.
The casserole was too hot. Yu Tang blew on his fingertips in the curling white steam and raised his hand to touch his ears.
Yu Tang walked up to him, half-knelt down, and checked his wound gently.
"It's okay." Zhan Chen came back to his senses, "Don't—"
Yu Tang touched the bandage covering his wound.
Zhan Chen frowned.
He held Yu Tang's hand and pulled Yu Tang back, unconsciously showing some rare stamina, almost making the thin student stumble.
Zhan Chen steadied Yu Tang.
He calmed himself down, his chest heaving a few times, and without bothering to explain, data particles appeared on his palm.
Those particles were his own data, which turned into pure dark blue after being materialized, and covered Yu Tang's right hand like stars.
- His wounds also carried a system virus that had a lasting strangling effect.
Zhan Chen looked at the burn marks on Yu Tang's hands, the corners of his moist eyes tightened silently, and he concentrated his mind to carefully remove the contaminated virus data for him.
Yu Tang called him softly, "Senior Zhan."
"It's okay." Zhan Chen blinked, his voice returning to a gentle and steady tone, "Help me wipe the sweat off my face."
The action just now had torn the wound, causing the pain that had been suppressed to burst out, making it more unbearable than usual.
Zhan Chen was already used to this kind of pain, but he felt that the cold sweat was a bit of a hindrance. He shook his head gently, regained his vision, and blinked away the cold sweat that flowed down his eyelashes: "Little light ball—"
Yu Tang raised his intact left hand and hugged him.
Zhan Chen was slightly stunned.
"Xiao Guangtuan can only help you wipe your sweat." Yu Tang said, "I am now a poor medical student with ten brothers and sisters to support."
Zhan Chen sat there in the pain of his wound tearing apart, but he still managed to hold back a chuckle: "Aren't you from the photography department?"
Yu Tang has already learned his elimination techniques and changed the settings very quickly: "The plot requires it, so I just changed my major."
Yu Tang imitated Zhan Chen's movements, bending his waist and making efforts, trying to pick Zhan Chen up.
Zhan Chen raised his eyebrows slightly.
Yu Tang: “…”
The poor medical practitioner sank his qi into his dantian and took a horse stance.
"I was hungry." Zhan Chen explained for him. "You made temporary data. In the previous plot, you fainted from hunger several times in order to extort money from Pu Ying. Your health is not good."
Yu Tang couldn't figure it out: "Isn't it said that human potential is infinite?"
Zhan Chen raised the corner of his mouth, supported Yu Tang's shoulder, stood up straight, and told the truth: "But the quality of data is also infinite."
What Yu Tang is dealing with now is temporarily generated data, but what he wants to pick up is the database of an entire mall.
Yu Tang: “…”
He helped Yishima back to his bedroom.
Zhan Chen leaned against the bed, the hem of his shirt was lifted up, and the originally white bandage was stained with blood.
Knowing that Yu Tang was going to treat his wound, Zhan Chen took the initiative to remove the makeshift bandage.
Yu Tang couldn't help but frown.
At least six hours had passed since Zhan Chen was injured, but the bandaged wound was still freshly opened, with no sign of healing.
"This is a common virus on terminals, and most of the time it is used to strangle disobedient data."
Zhan Chen had several pillows stuffed behind him. He leaned on Yu Tang's arm and explained in a gentle voice, "This virus has a continuous destructive effect. If you let it out, it will continue to run until all the data is destroyed."
But for the person in charge of the mall, this level of virus is nothing.
As long as Zhan Chen is given three to five days, his own advanced data will be enough to eliminate the virus and repair the wounds that have been continuously damaged.
Yu Tang squatted down and learned his method, treating Zhan Chen's wound and meticulously eliminating the abnormal virus data.
Zhan Chen wanted to clear the data, but just as he raised his hand, he was stopped by Yu Tang: "I want to study it."
Zhan Chen was a little curious, but still asked more questions: "Be careful."
Yu Tang nodded.
Electric Storm strips off all kinds of particles all year round. This operation is very fast. In just a few minutes, all virus data has been completely removed.
Zhan Chen completed his data. The originally shocking wound had become smooth again, without any sign of abnormality.
"I will definitely ask you for help sooner next time."
Zhan Chen got up from the bed, put on his shirt, and took the initiative to reflect: "I forgot that you are better at this than me."
The poor medical student was still squatting beside the bed, raising his hand from the mist: "I am also good at making instant noodles."
Zhan Chen chuckled: "Okay... I'm going to eat instant noodles now."
He walked to Yu Tang, half-knelt down, and asked in a gentle voice: "May I invite this kind-hearted medical student to join us—"
Zhan Chen's voice paused slightly.
Yu Tang rested his forehead on his shoulder.
Shi Ji's own potential is so strong that to increase the pressure to over 75%, the physical and mental energy required would be several times that of an ordinary person.
Yu Tang had not yet fully recovered. He had a dream and woke up vaguely, just in time to hear Zhan Chen admitting his injury to Zhuang Yu.
After confirming that Zhan Chen's body had suffered continuous damage, Yu Tang's energy was also exhausted, and he had difficulty standing up.
Zhan Chen's chest sank. He tightened his arms and let Yu Tang lean on his shoulders.
… He was used to dealing with it this way.
When Xiao Guangtuan was still by his side, even if he found that he was not feeling well, he could only be anxious. Since he did not understand the human physique, he could only make up little stories to coax him over.
Now that the little light ball was gone, he no longer had to worry about his own situation.
"Are you feeling very uncomfortable?" Zhan Chen touched Yu Tang's cold and wet forehead and whispered, "... Blame me."
Zhan Chen moved gently and carefully picked up Yu Tang, wanting to put him back on the bed.
Yu Tang grabbed his shirt with one hand: "I'm not sleepy."
Zhan Chen looked at him and saw that he couldn't open his eyes. He felt distressed and a little worried. He held him in his arms and said, "Want to eat instant noodles?"
"I wanted to give it to you." Yu Tang whispered, his voice slightly hoarse from fatigue. "Was it because of this virus at that time?"
Zhan Chen asked: "What?"
"You turn into a mecha, so that I can knock you out when I want to find you."
Yu Tang said: "I always thought... that I was the one who broke you."
He went back specially to get some food that day.
He thought that the mecha never responded to him, probably because it had not eaten and was too hungry, so it ignored him in anger by flashing the little red light.
He sneaked back to Zhan Chen's room and finally found a bag of instant noodles.
He only knew that this thing needed to be added with water, and after struggling for a long time, he finally poured cold water into the instant noodle bag, ran back with it in his arms, and happily knocked on the outer shell of the mecha.
With a light knock, the mecha turned into a pile of cold metal wreckage.
"You beat me to pieces." The warmth of Zhan Chen's palm covered his back. "I couldn't respond at that time because of this virus."
Zhan Chen has been thinking about whether he should tell Xiao Guangtuan about this.
Yu Tang leaned over his shoulder and said, "You're here, aren't you?"
Zhan Chen paused.
He pulled the person deeper into his arms, holding her firmly, then walked out of the bedroom and sat down at the dining table.
Zhan Chen took a chopstick of instant noodles and blew on them patiently to cool them down. He waited for Yu Tang to gather some breath and then swallowed the noodles bit by bit.
"I ate it." Zhan Chen suddenly said, "I should have taught you earlier that pouring cold water into the instant noodle bag is actually not as good as crushing it directly."
Yu Tang's shoulders and back tensed silently.
He swallowed the hot noodles, stopped talking, and curled up in the embrace that carried the scent and warmth of Zhan Chen.
…
Zhan Chen has been in that mecha the whole time.
Unable to move, unable to respond, and unable to flash the little red light, Zhan Chen has been trapped in the endless darkness, listening to him knocking for eight hours every day.
Zhan Chen's basic data is hidden in the eye of the storm. He repairs his data every day to stay awake and watch for his little light ball to find him.
These repaired data were then disassembled again in the next eight hours.
With the remaining time, he would add his data bit by bit and wait for another eight hours.
This long punishment finally ended when the mecha was completely disintegrated by the virus that caused continuous damage.
The terminal thought that his self-awareness had been completely strangled, so it safely collected his data after integrating it with the AI, assigned it to the supervisory department, and made him the person in charge of the mall.
Zhan Chen sat at the dining table and finished the bowl of instant noodles that Yu Tang had specially made.
He carried Yu Tang back to the bedroom, gently placed him on the bed, carefully covered him with the quilt, and took out a little yellow duck and placed it on Yu Tang's head.
The phone screen lit up, Zhan Chen answered the call and walked out of the bedroom: "Captain Zhuang."
"Sorry to call you so late." The person on the other end of the phone whispered, "There's something important."
"I just went to see Chief Pu."
Zhuang Yu: "Pu Ying said that they found Sheng Tiancheng's whereabouts."