CHAPTER 518: CHAPTER 279: "YOUR TRAIN HAS BEEN UPGRADED TO LEVEL 15."_5

He liked this feeling.

Winter was almost over.

He casually said, fiddling with Xiaolv’s nose which kept dodging, "How’s the job as a primary school teacher?"

"Not great, it’s 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."

"There’s quite a bit of showing off among colleagues."

"I’m indecisive. Since childhood, I’ve always followed my family’s arrangements. They wanted me to come here, so I did, all the way up smoothly through the exams."

"What about your parents?"

"They’re 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."

Fang’s voice was a bit low: "Later, the car couldn’t drive anymore. During the escape, my parents were both injured by zombies to protect me. The injuries weren’t severe, but my parents were worried they’d turn into zombies and attack me, so they killed my mom first and then committed suicide."

"I remember that getting injured by zombies wouldn’t turn you into a zombie, right?"

"Yes, but almost all pre-Doomsday movies defaulted that being injured would infect you, so... that’s why I really hate those filmmakers. If it weren’t for them, my parents wouldn’t have died."

"..."

Chen Mang took a large sip from the mineral water on the table before lighting a cigarette. He didn’t know what to say; actually, he thought... at least wait to see if there’s a mutation before committing suicide, what’s the rush, if all else fails, tie yourself up...

The courage to end their lives was indeed quite resolute.

Wait a minute, this cigarette doesn’t 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?"

"Isn’t Ji Chuchu up to no good for a day?"

"I was just thinking of words to comfort you, I even said my condolences, and you’re doing this?"

Fang lowered her head without speaking, just sitting there anxiously.

"Forget it."

Chen Mang sighed lightly, waving his hand: "Let’s stop talking, go down, if I need you, I’ll call you."

He really did enjoy these casual conversations.

Because usually there’s no one to talk to about these things.

It’s 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, it’s you guys doing all the work, isn’t 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 couldn’t help nodding, "That is indeed tiring. Alright, off you go, don’t 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 wasn’t angry, Fang whispered as she carried the foot water towards the door to leave.

"You’ve pissed me off to laughter."

Chen Mang couldn’t help but shake his head and laughed as he watched Fang’s retreating figure. This girl was quite interesting. He then looked towards the control panel, where the train’s dashboard had corresponding changes after being raised to Level 15.