Chapter 30: A Killing Spree—Blowing Your Boyfriend's Head Off

Upon landing, Wu Changle immediately snatched up a stool his roommate had prepared, then grabbed a heavy steel pipe from the ground and gripped it tightly. Using the stool as a boost, he vaulted over the wall of the men’s dormitory. Throughout the entire process, his heart hammered like a drum, and his blood surged to his head.

On the balcony of the women’s dormitory opposite, sharp-eyed girls caught sight of this scene. They were stunned for a moment, then erupted into cheers:

"Nice! Look, a guy actually came out!"
"Wow! Is he going to fight the zombies? How brave!"
"Sisters, come look! A hero is descending on colorful clouds... wait, he’s using a stool to come save us! He’s going to fight the zombies!" one girl shouted excitedly, drawing a burst of laughter.

"Ah, he’s so brave! Wait... isn’t that... isn’t that Wu Changle?"
"It is! Is he going to bring food to Lin Yuwei? Is he still that obsessed even at a time like this?"
"I doubt it. It’s hard to say if he can even make it across the road alive. It’s crawling with zombies down there; he’s likely a goner," another girl remarked coldly.

No sooner said than done, Wu Changle bolted out like an arrow released from a bow. He dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding the clutches of several zombies. Just then, someone on the fourth floor of the men’s dorm seized the moment and hurled a chair with all their might, which landed with a loud crash near the women’s dormitory wall. Wu Changle’s eyes lit up; he darted over, picked up the chair, and used it to begin scaling the women’s dormitory wall.

On the balcony of the women’s dorm, seeing that he wasn't there to fight zombies but was instead climbing their wall, the tone of the discussion shifted:

"Hey! Go fight the zombies! Why are you climbing our wall?"
"So he’s not a hero saving a damsel, he’s just here to take advantage?"
"Are you trying to steal our supplies? We don’t welcome you!"

Wu Changle, already halfway up and simmering with rage, heard these comments and roared back: "Shut your mouths, all of you! I’m here to settle the score with my girlfriend!"

Before the words had even left his lips, tragedy struck. A zombie lurking in the corner lunged out, its withered, bony claws locking onto Wu Changle’s right ankle, and its sharp teeth sank deep into his flesh!

"Aaaargh!" Wu Changle let out a shrill, piercing scream. The intense pain radiated from his lower leg, as if the muscle were being torn away. Fortunately, it wasn't a lethal spot, so he didn't collapse immediately.

"Ah, look, he got bitten."
"It’s over, GG."

Within seconds, Wu Changle’s body stiffened. His eyes, bloodshot with fury, rolled back into his head, his pupils dilated instantly, and a cold, dead stillness spread through his entire body. The zombie virus had invaded his brain—he had turned into a zombie!

Witnessing this horrific transformation, the girls erupted into ear-piercing screams:
"Ah! Wu Changle! He’s turned into a zombie!"
"Waaah... I’m scared! This is terrifying!"
"Oh my god, my first time seeing someone turn into a zombie this close! Exciting!"
"Wu Changle, you... get away! Don’t come over here! Go die with those other zombies!"

Yet, the zombified Wu Changle, despite the guttural, rattling noises in his throat, continued to climb with stubborn persistence. That towering hatred of being cheated on transcended life and death, deeply etched into his newfound zombie instincts. Wu Changle clung to the sole purpose of his journey: to slay his girlfriend, Lin Yuwei, and her lover, Qin Feng!

And so, this newborn zombie, driven by an eerie madness, continued to climb, even lifting his other foot to kick away the fellow undead trying to grab his ankle from below.

Over at the men’s dormitory, everyone had their heads craned, witnessing the entire spectacle: Wu Changle’s heroic vault over the wall, his death-defying dash, his climb up the women’s wall, and his final mutation from a living college student into a zombie.

After a brief silence, a more complex wave of noise erupted. Applause, curses, cheers, shouts of encouragement, gloating, indifferent observation, and pure chaos all mixed together into a deafening sea of sound.

"Charge! Zombie Wu! Bite those two lovebirds to death!"
"Another one lost his mind! I swear, I admire these warriors who charge for love!"
"Go, Zombie Student Wu Changle! Go have a feast at the girls' dorm! Turn them all into zombies, I’d vote for that!"
"I bet on it long ago—Qin Feng definitely slept with Wu Changle’s girlfriend. See? He couldn't take it!"
"If you can't take it, fight! Even as a zombie, his fighting spirit is commendable!"
"How many campus beauties has that punk Qin Feng ruined in the women’s dorm? Hahaha! Well, now the aggrieved party has come to collect the debt as a zombie! Hehehe!"
"Lucky I don’t have a girlfriend, or my head would have been a green pasture long ago in front of Qin Feng."
"Strange, how is that punk Qin Feng not dead of hunger yet? Are supplies in the women’s dorm that abundant?"
"If he doesn't starve, he'll be drained dry! Go, Wu Changle, I’m rooting for you! Turn all those spoiled brats into zombies; I’ve had enough of their 'green tea' act!"
"Tonight’s show is truly spectacular! The drama of the year—the cuckolded boyfriend transforms into a zombie and storms the enemy camp for revenge!"

At this moment, on the upper bunk in Room 301, the "interaction" between Qin Feng and Lin Yuwei was reaching its peak, causing the bed frame to sway with a rhythmic, faint creaking. Only when the clamor outside became impossible to ignore did Qin Feng reluctantly stop.

Lin Yuwei, her eyes misty and breath ragged, checked the time on her phone and grumbled discontentedly: "Forty minutes, you’re impressive again, darling... keep going." She reached out to hook her arms around Qin Feng’s neck, her breath sweet as orchids.

Qin Feng, however, shook his head. He tilted his ear to listen for a moment, his expression hardening. "Something is happening outside!"

With that, he rolled off the bed, pulled on his underwear, and dragged a bag containing a handgun and an automatic rifle from under the bed. He checked the magazine, clicked it into place, and then, gripping the pistol, walked a few steps to the balcony of Room 301.

As soon as he stood firm, Qin Feng saw that familiar yet strange figure on the wall below—Wu Changle, climbing upward with a frantic, inhuman intensity.

The shouting match between the men’s and women’s dorms was in full swing:
"You guys in the men’s dorm, are you all sick? Still egging him on!"
"Green tea bitches, you’re dead today! Wu Changle is going to bite every one of you, hahaha!"
"Waaaah, darling, come save us! I’m scared."
"Don't be scared, baby. A loser like Wu Changle won't make it up; he’ll be dragged down by the zombies below soon!"
"Men’s dorm, do you have any guts left? A bunch of cowards! Only good for watching the show!"
"Babes, lock the doors and windows! Don't let Wu Changle in! He’s already a zombie!"

Qin Feng watched the farce with cold eyes. Meanwhile, Wu Changle had already scaled the wall and began climbing the anti-theft bars of the first-floor balcony. He suddenly looked up, his murky, blood-red eyes locking onto Qin Feng on the balcony.

*Rattle... rattle...*