Chapter 56: The Campus Belle of the Dance Academy - Dance of the Apocalypse

Inside the scope, the figures of the three male students in dormitory 505 were magnified.

Because the weather was too hot, all three boys inside were wearing only boxer shorts.

"Damn it, this cursed weather! The zombies are almost roasted to death!"

Li Haoran was shirtless, wearing only a pair of shorts, holding a barbell piece and cursing irritably.

Wang Bowen leaned against the balcony door and smiled, saying:

"I wonder what the girls' side is like when it gets hot. What do they wear?"

Li Haoran: "Which corner is that bastard Qin枫 hiding in, enjoying the air conditioning and eating a big feast?"

Wang Bowen: "Speaking of which, Qin枫 monopolized both Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang. Isn't this slapping us guys in the face? With so many of us, we can't handle just him?"

Li Haoran: "Wait until Brother Yu's compound bow skills are perfected, he'll shoot right through Qin枫's throat!"

The person called "Brother Yu," Zhao Wenyu, was toying with a black compound bow.

He pulled back the bowstring, made an aiming posture toward the empty air, his eyes filled with a hint of ruthlessness.

"Don't worry, I've practiced almost enough. Once I shoot Qin枫 dead with an arrow, we'll go to 424 and rescue Mu Qingyan!"

"To be honest, Mu Qingyan was clearly the one I've been chasing..."

"She should be my girlfriend!"

Zhao Wenyu imagined the scene of Mu Qingyan throwing herself into his arms while shedding tears like pear blossoms in the rain,

the corners of his mouth curling up involuntarily...

Li Haoran and Wang Bowen laughed and giggled, completely unaware that the crosshairs of death had already locked onto the head of one of them.

A cold smile hooked the corner of Qin枫's mouth.

Although he couldn't hear what these people were saying, watching them act defiantly toward the King was truly hilarious.

Qin枫 gently adjusted his breathing, his finger resting steadily on the trigger.

Bang—!

A deafening, thunder-like roar instantly shattered the dead silence of the entire campus!

Without a suppressor, the terrifying sonic boom wave of the 12.7mm caliber bullet felt like an invisible giant hand gripping everyone's heart!

Some female students washing up on the balconies were scared out of their wits.

Some girls collapsed flat onto the ground, while others crawled back into their dormitories like mad, pulling the curtains tightly shut and diving under their covers.

Inside the male dormitory building, wails and screams rose one after another.

"What was that sound?"

"Where did an explosion happen?"

"Couldn't it be Qin枫 again?!"

"Damn it, has Qin枫 lost his mind? He fired again! Hurry up and hide!"

"That monster!"

Meanwhile, dormitory 505.

Wang Bowen, who had been shouting arrogantly just a second ago, suddenly had his head explode with a "pop," like a watermelon smashed by a heavy hammer.

Headshot!

Red and white splattered instantly across the glass door of the entire balcony.

Wang Bowen's tall body slumped backward abruptly.

His body crashed heavily onto the floor, his eyes staring blankly, his face instantly turning dark as blood rapidly pooled into a glaring puddle.

"Ah—!"

"What the fuck—!"

The pupils of Li Haoran and Zhao Wenyu shrank to pinpricks instantly!

Extreme terror left their brains blank.

The two scrambled on all fours, shrinking into a corner, hiding behind the concrete load-bearing wall, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"What the hell, what's going on?"

"No, don't move, don't move! Listen to me, watch the angles, hide behind the wall!"

"Ah, mother!"

A warm liquid rapidly spread down the roots of Zhao Wenyu's thighs, and a pungent, foul stench instantly filled the air.

Zhao Wenyu had peed himself out of fright.

"It's... it's Qin枫... That brat used a sniper rifle again." Li Haoran's voice was shaking beyond recognition.

"Don't move! Don't fucking move around!" Zhao Wenyu pressed his voice down,

roaring like a dying stray dog, "He must still be aiming! We can't see him!"

"A sniper... they have these in movies... show your head and you die..."

The two of them pressed flat against the wall like that, not daring to move an inch,

holding their breath until it practically stopped. An hour passed, feeling like centuries.

On the balcony,

Qin枫 looked indifferently through the scope at the two trembling live targets and smiled contemptuously.

He slowly put away the Barrett, his movements unhurried, and turned back inside the dormitory.

Turning his head, he saw Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang, both with trembling legs and chins.

Qin枫 gave a slight cold smirk, grabbed their hands, and vanished on the spot in an instant, returning to the system space.

...

In the pure white world, everything was terrifyingly tranquil.

This was the system's independent space, immaculate and spotless,

resembling a pristine cage as well as an absolutely secure fortress.

Qin枫 sat on the sofa, spreading a black flannel cloth over the surface of the coffee table.

On the flannel, the parts of the Barrett M82A1 were disassembled one by one, giving off a cold metallic sheen. Every inch of steel seemed to still retain the gunpowder smoke and bloodshed from just a moment ago.

With intense focus, he used gun oil to wipe every single component, his movements meticulous, as if he were polishing a beloved work of art rather than a murder weapon that had just taken a human life.

Lin Yuwei and Tang Tang huddled together on a sofa far away, not even daring to get too close.

The two girls: one was a pure-yet-alluring campus belle with a hint of seductive charm, wearing a simple white T-shirt and denim shorts that outlined her youthful and captivating curves;

the other was a tall, regal dancer in a long black slip dress that made her skin look whiter than snow, exuding a cold and glamorous aura.

Yet at this moment, their gorgeous faces were plastered with paleness, and their slender legs were still trembling uncontrollably.

The gun-shot that had ripped the sky apart a moment ago was still echoing in their eardrums.

The air was oppressively suffocating.

Finally, Lin Yuwei mustered her courage and broke the silence with a mosquito-like voice.

"Qin枫... you... did you kill someone again?"

Qin枫 didn't even raise his head, his hands continuing their work without pause. His voice was as flat as still water, without a single ripple as he nodded:

"Wang Bowen, deceased."

Tang Tang's heart shrank violently, her fingertips instantly turning ice-cold.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Is he... dead?"

Qin枫 picked up a golden .50 caliber bullet, toying with it at his fingertips while a cruel curve formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Dead thoroughly."

"Head like a rotten watermelon."

The girls' faces turned a shade paler, their stomachs churning violently.

Lin Yuwei fought back her nausea and asked the question that weighed heaviest in her heart: "Why... only kill one?"

Qin枫 finally stopped what he was doing, lifted his head, and those pitch-black eyes swept over the two girls.

"A game of cat and mouse isn't fun if it's over all at once."

His voice was very soft, yet it carried a chill that made the soul shiver.

"Kill one today, kill another tomorrow."

"I want the remaining Zhao Wenyu to live in the fear of awaiting death every single minute and second from now on."

"I will make him watch his companions die one by one, until his turn finally comes."

"I want him... to collapse in despair."

Tang Tang and Lin Yuwei exchanged glances,

seeing extreme terror in each other's eyes, along with a hint of morbid worship.

This man was a devil.

Fortunately, they were the ones standing by the devil's side.

Qin枫's gaze shifted away from the two girls and landed on a brand-new wine cabinet in the corner of the space.

Inside the temperature-controlled wine cabinet quietly lay a bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild dry red wine from Bordeaux, France, alongside a bottle of Royal Salute 21-Year-Old Scotch Whisky.

"Senior Sister Tang Tang."

Qin枫 spoke indifferently.

"Open a bottle of wine to celebrate."

"Oh, okay..."

Tang Tang stood up from the sofa immediately, as if granted amnesty.

Lin Yuwei hurriedly followed suit: "I, I'll go get the wine glasses and the corkscrew!"

Working together, with a soft "pop" sound, the oak cork of the red wine was pulled out, and a rich fruity aroma instantly filled the air.

Tang Tang poured the blood-red wine into three crystal wine glasses with slightly trembling hands.

Then, opening a pair of beautiful peach-blossom eyes, she walked up to Qin枫, holding the glass with both hands and offering it to him.

Qin枫 took the stemmed wine glass from Tang Tang's hands, but didn't drink.

His gaze rested with amused interest on Tang Tang's curvaceous figure and her hair cascading down to her waist.

"Senior Sister, you're a dance major, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Tang Tang blushed under Qin枫's gaze.

"Dance for me to liven things up."

This unquestionable, commanding tone made Tang Tang's heart tighten.

Yet instead of any defiance, she felt a sneaking thrill of being needed by her master.

Tang Tang's lips pressed into a flat line: "You want to watch me dance?"

Qin枫: "Right, you art academy dance majors haven't danced these past few days, your bodies must have gotten stiff."

Tang Tang felt a tremor in her heart. That was true.

In their dance major, they had to do stretches and body conditioning every single day.

Going even a single day without practicing made their whole body feel uncomfortable.

In fact, Tang Tang had been practicing her splits while watching television earlier that morning.

Qin枫 patted Tang Tang's plump hip and said, "Go on, go on, dance a little. Red wine paired with a beauty is just right, don't waste such a gorgeous figure!"

Tang Tang stammered: "Fine, fine. But, I wonder what kind of dance you want to see?"

Qin枫: "I don't know, I'm an outsider. What can you dance?"

Tang Tang: " Uygur dance, Dai dance, Mongolian dance, Chinese dance, classical dance..."

Qin枫: "Dance them all, one by one."

Tang Tang: "................"

Lin Yuwei smiled: "I'll put on the music so we can appreciate the dance posture of our Art Academy's top campus belle."

With that, Lin Yuwei understandingly turned on the ultra-thin wall-mounted television on the wall and tuned it to a music channel.

Melodious classical music began to flow softly.

Tang Tang took off her high heels, walked barefoot with her snow-white feet to the center of the living room, and began to dance impromptu to the music.

It was a soft and graceful Chinese dance, with water sleeves cast lightly and her waist swaying. Every movement was brimming with classical charm.

As a professional dancer, Tang Tang's gaze also shifted with the music, turning alluring and charming.

However, immediately afterward, the musical style on the television shifted, and Tang Tang's dance took on an entirely different flavor.

Her gaze toward Qin枫 was filled with awe, resembling a dancing girl in an ancient palace.

Her movements were ingratiating; every spin and every bend of her waist carried an unmasked flattery and submission.

She was using her body to please the male who ruled over her everything.

Qin枫 leaned back against the sofa, gently swirling his wine glass while sitting beside Lin Yuwei, watching the crimson wine trace graceful arcs along the rim of the glass.

He admired Tang Tang's dance posture and had to admit—

this woman was a born dancer. Her figure, flexibility, expressive power, and the seductive charm in her eyes were all top-tier.

At this moment, he was an emperor.

When the song ended, Tang Tang was glistening with light sweat, breathing slightly, and looking timidly at Qin枫 while holding a fixed pose.

Lin Yuwei immediately applauded: "Wow, Wife Tang Tang danced so beautifully!"

Qin枫 didn't speak; he just smiled and crooked his finger at Tang Tang.

A simple gesture carrying supreme authority.

Tang Tang obediently walked over, like a docile little kitten, and sat on his lap, hooking her arms around Qin枫's neck.

"Did I dance well?" Tang Tang asked in a low voice.

By now, she had long since forgotten her ex-boyfriend.

Her entire mind and body were completely occupied by Qin枫.

Qin枫 gripped Tang Tang's chin, pulling her light red lips closer.

"Senior Sister danced wonderfully! Normally, other than the freshman welcome gala, who would ever dare to dream of seeing Senior Sister dance like this?!"

These words sent a thrill through Tang Tang's heart, prompting her to take the initiative and offer Qin枫 a passionate kiss.

Their lips pressed tightly together.

Tang Tang shuddered all over, closed her eyes, and responded to Qin枫's kiss clumsily yet passionately.

[Ding!]

[Detected intense emotional fluctuations in target 'Tang Tang'...]

[Name: Tang Tang]

[Gender: Female]

[Height: 172cm]

[Weight: 50kg]

[Figure: Curvaceous]

[Appearance: 92 points]

[Department: Art Academy, Dance Major]

[Hobbies: Dancing, binge-watching shows]

[Emotional Progress Bar: Proactive (Simp, ultimate mega-simp)]

[Worship: The host's might makes her soul tremble, Points +2000!]

[Awe: The host's ruthless methods make her thoroughly submit, Points +3000!]

[Elation: Rejoicing in becoming the host's personal possession, enjoying shelter in the apocalypse, Points +5000!]

[Sweetness: Kissing the host brings unprecedented satisfaction and infatuation, Points +3000!]

[System upgraded! LV12!]

[System space expanded to 130 square meters, layout upgraded to two bedrooms, one living room, and one bathroom!]

[Reward: A double-door Haier refrigerator (containing basic ingredients)!]

[Host's remaining points: 87,000 points.]

As the voice faded, a brand-new silver double-door refrigerator materialized out of thin air in the kitchen area.

Lin Yuwei let out a surprised cry of joy, ran over to open the fridge, and excitedly retrieved a tray of crystal-clear ice cubes from the ice maker.

"That's amazing! We can drink iced red wine now!"

On the sofa, Qin枫 ended the kiss, looking at Tang Tang in his arms who was already intoxicated and flushed with a rosy glow.

He picked her up by the waist and walked toward the bedroom, gently closing the bedroom door behind him with his calf.

Lin Yuwei looked at their retreating figures, curled her lips, and muttered softly.

"Hmph, showing off your affection in front of me again..."