Chapter 55: Your Goddess Is My Property

Men's dormitory, Room 505.
The air inside was thick with a sour mixture of sweat and instant noodles.
Wang Bowen, Li Haoran, and Zhao Wenyu were gathered closely together, all trembling with excitement.
Wang Bowen slammed his fist onto the table, making the paper cup of instant noodles jump.
"Qin Feng has completely lost his damn mind!
He locked Qingyan in the bathroom for two whole days?!
What an absolute beast, he's worse than an animal."
Li Haoran's eyes gleamed with malicious glee and agitation; he had just extracted the news from Lin Yuwei's best friend.
"That's not even all! Qin Feng used a leather belt to tie Mu Qingyan up, locked her in the bathroom, made her sleep on the bare floor, and threw a bowl of rice on the ground to force her to eat it!"
"What?!"
"Damn it!"
"That bastard Qin Feng has to be eliminated!"
Thinking of his personal goddess being bullied like this by Qin Feng, Zhao Wenyu almost crushed his teeth from grinding them so hard.
God knew what else Qin Feng might have done behind closed doors....
"I wouldn't be scared even if he had a gun! I can't just sit by and watch Qingyan suffer this kind of humiliation!"
As he spoke, Zhao Wenyu held a black compound bow in his hands.
The bow's frame had smooth, powerful lines, and its complex pulley system hinted at terrifying firepower.
Ever since Wang Zi pried open the door to the school's sports equipment room, the entire men's dormitory building had been buzzing with feverish excitement.
The equipment room was located right next to a back door of the boys' dorm, allowing access without alerting any zombies.
That door seemed to have opened the portal to a new world, giving the boys' repressed hormones an outlet to vent.
Amidst the chaos, Zhao Wenyu had grabbed this most eye-catching compound bow.
The others had seized various improvised weapons such as baseball bats, barbell plates, and dumbbells.
Even basketballs and volleyballs had been looted clean.
If you set fire to one of these and toss it downstairs, it turned into a moving fireball used to burn zombies for fun—thrilling and great for stress relief.
Yes, men remain boys until the day they die, and they could even find wild ways to play with a burning soccer ball.
At this moment, however, the most excited person of all was Zhao Wenyu.
He felt as though he was holding not just a bow, but destiny itself.
So what if Qin Feng had a Barrett? Ha.
That thing made too much noise; a single shot could be heard across the entire campus!
A compound bow was different—a silent killer!
He had watched countless videos online where a single arrow could pierce a running wild boar, with a lethality no less inferior to a Barrett.
Zhao Wenyu was brimming with confidence. Given time to practice and the right opportunity, he would shoot and kill Qin Feng with a single arrow while Qin Feng was completely off guard!
His roommates shouted about avenging Gao Yi and standing up for Mu Qingyan, sounding entirely righteous.
Yet only Zhao Wenyu himself knew the surging, wild euphoria deep within his own heart.
Kill Qin Feng, play the hero saving the damsel in distress, and win Mu Qingyan...
Zhao Wenyu had been pursuing Mu Qingyan since their freshman year.
When Mu Qingyan's cheerleading squad practiced in the gym, he volunteered to film short videos for her.
When Mu Qingyan performed a hot dance at the freshman welcome gala, he was the first to rush onto the stage to present her with flowers.
On Valentine's Day, May 20th, the Qixi Festival, Singles' Day, and June 18th, he had tirelessly sent digital red packets to Mu Qingyan.
And Mu Qingyan had never refused a single one, accepting them all completely.
Zhao Wenyu had believed victory was already in his grasp.
He had secretly dropped hints about his decent family background—that his parents were government cadres in a tier-three city, that they owned three properties and two cars—and he was even planning to invite Mu Qingyan on a trip during the National Day Golden Week.
Yet Mu Qingyan had casually told him that she had already accepted Gao Yi's confession and was going on a seaside trip for the National Day holiday.
"Zhao Wenyu, you're a good person, but we didn't meet at the right time. I'm sorry, and I wish you the best."
At that moment, Zhao Wenyu had felt like a complete clown.
He regretted every single night he had spent boasting in the dorm about how he was about to bag the cheerleading goddess, only to have her stolen away right under his nose by his "good brother" from the same dorm, Gao Yi.
He hated Mu Qingyan for being a green tea bitch, and he hated Gao Yi even more for having a better family background than him!
Yet he hadn't dared to provoke Gao Yi.
Now, everything was different.
Gao Yi was dead.
Shot dead by Qin Feng! Hahahaha. Qin Feng, well fucking killed!
Zhao Wenyu almost wanted to thank this zombie apocalypse, and he especially wanted to thank Qin Feng!
Now, as long as he took Qin Feng down and staged a classic hero-saves-the-beauty scenario...
Wouldn't Mu Qingyan's charming, tear-stained face and soft figure naturally throw themselves into his embrace?
At this thought, Zhao Wenyu's breathing grew heavy.
A powerful, triumphant urge consumed him.
He was going to teach Qin Feng a lesson!
And he was going to let Mu Qingyan know who the man truly capable of protecting her was!
He dug up Qin Feng's profile from the grade-wide group chat and clicked to add him as a friend.
The notification sound of the friend request being accepted rang out, and the smile on Zhao Wenyu's face turned ferocious and confident.
He took a photo of the compound bow, and then drafted a message with the tone of a judge handing down a sentence.
[Qin Feng, you're quite the hotshot. You've got a Barrett, and you killed Mu Qingyan's boyfriend.]
[However, grasshoppers like you after autumn don't have many days left to hop around.]
[Be careful when you stick your head out on the balcony these next few days. I'm going to shoot you dead with a single arrow,]
[And nail you to the ground like a dead dog,]
[Leaving you struggling on the floor, wishing for death but unable to die.]
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...
Meanwhile.
Inside the pure white system buffet space.
Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang had eaten their fill of a sumptuous Hunan-style meal and were thoroughly satisfied.
The two girls lounged lazily against the leather sofa, getting ready to watch some television.
Lin Yuwei: "Wife Tang Tang, which series should we binge today?"
Tang Tang: "How about we watch a blockbuster movie?"
Lin Yuwei mashed the remote control buttons repeatedly: "Click, click, click..."
Realizing that his points were being depleted too quickly, Qin Feng pulled Lin Yuwei up from the sofa, ignoring Tang Tang's slightly shy gaze, and dragged Lin Yuwei into one of the bedrooms.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Qin Feng pressed Lin Yuwei against the wall, pressing a burning kiss onto her porcelain-white cheek.
"Ah!~~"
Lin Yuwei's body instantly turned weak.
"Hubby... I love you... I adore you so much..."
"I really... can't bear to be away from you for even a single day..."
"I just wish days like this could go on forever. No early morning classes, no job hunting, and apart from not being able to go shopping or buy things online, everything is just wonderful."
In Lin Yuwei's eyes shone a complete, unreserved adoration and attachment toward Qin Feng.
In this apocalypse where human life was as worthless as grass, Qin Feng was her god, her everything.
Qin Feng let out a low hum in response, his hands gripping Lin Yuwei's A4-sized waist.
"Good girl, show me your best."
.......
[Ding!]
[Name: Lin Yuwei]
[Gender: Female]
[Height: 168 cm]
[Weight: 55 kg]
[Physique: Pure yet alluring type]
[Appearance Rating: 90 points]
[Department: Foreign Languages Department]
[Hobbies: Dancing, gardening]
[Current Emotional Progress Bar: Ultimate Simp]
[The system has detected that campus belle Lin Yuwei is generating massive amounts of happiness and adoration values.]
[Comprehensive evaluation: Rewarding the host with 10,000 system points.]
Afterward, Qin Feng lay in bed, watching Lin Yuwei begin searching for a new dress to wear.
His phone emitted a soft, buzzing chime.
It was a notification that a friend request had been accepted, accompanied by a message from someone named Zhao Wenyu.
Qin Feng picked up his phone, accepted the message, tapped it open, and saw the photo of the compound bow accompanied by that childish and vicious threat.
In an instant, Qin Feng's gaze transformed from gentle warmth into bone-chilling coldness.
A cold smile crept onto the corner of his lips.
He abruptly leaped up to put on his clothes.
Then, walking over to the bedroom wardrobe, he pulled out the pitch-black Barrett M82A1, which radiated an aura of death.
Carrying the firearm and ammunition, he left the bedroom and sat down on the living room sofa.
He took out a specialized cleaning cloth and gun oil, beginning to calmly and meticulously maintain this ultimate weapon of mass destruction.
His movements were faultless and meticulous, as though he were caressing his most intimate lover.
Next, he pulled out gleaming, brass-cased .50 caliber rounds one by one,
using a velvet cloth to wipe away nonexistent dust from their surfaces, his actions imbued with a bloody sense of ritual.
Tang Tang had originally been sitting on the sofa watching the movie *The Ex-file*, but upon seeing Qin Feng's expression, she was so frightened that she turned off the television.
Both girls, Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang, trembled like autumn leaves, biting their lower lips.
They looked at Qin Feng's terrifyingly cold, stern profile,
and gazed at the menacing instrument of death in his hands, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
They knew Qin Feng was going to kill someone again.
"Qin Feng, what's wrong?" Tang Tang mustered her courage, her voice trembling.
"Babe... who provoked you? Can you tell us?" Lin Yuwei asked cautiously.
Qin Feng didn't look up; a grim, sinister smirk played at the corner of his mouth.
"Gao Yi's roommate."
"Zhao Wenyu."
Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang understood instantly.
"Zhao Wenyu... he's been chasing Mu Qingyan since freshman year."
Lin Yuwei's face drained of color as she stammered out the explanation.
Tang Tang also realized what was happening: "Zhao Wenyu must think that since Gao Yi is dead, his chance has finally come!"
Lin Yuwei's body began to shake. Biting her lower lip, her face filled with regret and terror.
"I'm sorry... Hubby, it's my fault... I... earlier, just to show off, I told my best friend that you locked Mu Qingyan up... She must have spread the word..."
"Qin Feng, are you... going to kill Zhao Wenyu?"
Qin Feng finally raised his head. There was no trace of blame in his eyes; instead, they held the playful amusement of a cat toying with a mouse.
"Doesn't matter."
"Forget about a mere Zhao Wenyu—even if I slaughtered the entire men's dormitory, so what?"
Qin Feng looked at Lin Yuwei's terrified face and suddenly smiled.
"You told them I locked Mu Qingyan in the bathroom?"
"Ha, perfect."
"Well done. Zhao Wenyu must be out of his mind with rage right now."
"Usually, seeing those arrogant expressions on these guys' faces just sickens me."
"It's great timing. I'll just wipe them all out in one go, slaughter every single one of them!"
With that, Qin Feng ignored the two girls entirely. Carrying the freshly maintained Barrett, he vanished from the spot.
The next second, he exited the space and returned to Room 301.
Without the slightest hesitation, he began piling all the suitcases, clutter, and bedding from the dorm onto the balcony, stacking them into a makeshift yet effective shooting barrier that also blocked anyone from seeing inside.
The barricade left only a narrow firing slit, just wide enough for the Barrett's barrel to poke through while perfectly shielding him from any line of sight originating from the opposite dormitory building.
He set the heavy Barrett down upon its bipod and, peering through the scope, coldly locked onto the balcony of Room 505 across the way.
At this moment, no warmth remained within his heart.
Only the cold, violent murderous intent of someone provoked by lowly ants.
The hunt had begun.