Chapter 48 A Delicate Girl Seeks an Audience

"Alas, my strength is still insufficient..."

Watching the girls leave, Wang Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If he had the strength of a level 6 ability user from his past life, he wouldn't have to say so much to these schoolgirls.

He would have directly taken them into his secret realm as laborers, and he alone would have been enough to sweep aside thousands of troops.

Of course, this would only be limited to the zombies at the very beginning of the apocalypse.

A single level 6 ability user trying to take on tens of millions of level 3 or higher zombies was still somewhat unrealistic.

Both evolved humans and mutated zombie beasts had their limits.

Unless they could reach that hypothesized level...

Shaking his head, Wang Yu returned to the cleanest dormitory on the sixth floor.

The floor was spotless, the furnishings were neatly arranged, and the entire dormitory had a girlish color scheme. Most of the beds were pink, though there were also some light blue ones.

This was a dormitory specially chosen by Zhou Ruoxi for Wang Yu and the three girls to rest in.

Ma Ying, on the other hand, lived with the other girls; it was inconvenient for her to be with Wang Yu.

Wang Yu took out his favorite cushioned rocking chair, reclined in it, and beckoned to the demure and beautiful teacher Chen Luoxue with a snap of his fingers.

Chen Luoxue glanced at Zhou Ruoxi, then immediately averted her gaze. With a slightly flushed face, she walked up to Wang Yu and obediently lay in his arms.

Warmth and softness embraced him, accompanied by a light, sweet bodily fragrance.

Wang Yu let out a gentle exhale, feeling incredibly comfortable! wap.kanshu伍.net

He was clean, with no trace of battle on him.

You Xinci and Chen Luoxue had changed their clothes before Wang Yu entered.

They didn't possess Wang Yu's profound combat skills, nor did they have wind abilities to shield themselves from the splatter of zombie blood. Thus, they inevitably got a bit of blood on themselves when killing zombies.

You Xinci beckoned to Zhou Ruoxi, signaling her to come to Wang Yu's side.

The two girls sat on either side of Wang Yu, gently massaging his shoulders and arms.

Wang Yu closed his eyes, his large hands caressing their considerable Pikachu-like figures, looking quite content.

Of course, Chen Luoxue was also enjoying herself.

However, their moment of enjoyment was cut short by a knock on the door.

He frowned slightly, his eyes still closed.

"Go see."

Hearing Wang Yu's command, Zhou Ruoxi immediately got up to open the door.

She was the youngest and arrived last, so she was very sensible and rushed to open the door before You Xinci.

Zhou Ruoxi opened the door and was slightly taken aback.

She had expected Ma Ying to be knocking, but instead, it was a girl with a delicate and pretty face, a slender figure, and a seemingly frail demeanor.

"Hello! Classmate Zhou, I'm looking for Wang Yu. I... I'd like to say a few words to him, is that possible?"

Zhou Ruoxi hesitated for a moment and asked, "What is it?"

"I, I..."

The delicate and frail girl stammered, her small hands clasped together, unsure of what to say.

She had finally mustered the courage to knock on the door. Her intention was to beg Wang Yu to save her mother, but now she felt too ashamed to ask.

With zombies rampant, asking a complete stranger to risk their life to save someone, especially someone completely unrelated to them.

She felt that even if she could bring herself to ask, others wouldn't agree.

Why should I risk my life to save your mother?

Who do you think you are?

Or perhaps, what benefits can you offer me?

Without a doubt, this delicate girl knew she had nothing to attract Wang Yu.

As Wang Yu had said, the world had changed.

Money, houses, cars, jobs... none of it mattered anymore.

The girl's gaze dimmed, her expression becoming a little lost.

But thinking of her mother, who had no one to rely on, she couldn't help but look into the room with reluctance.

And with that glance, it was as if she saw a glimmer of hope.