Apocalyptic Wasteland Simulator

Feng Jiaqi and the little girl sat quietly to one side. At times they would huddle together, whispering like two little sparrows sharing secrets, then erupt in giggles over some amusing topic, their silvery laughter echoing through the hall. They would occasionally glance toward the hard-training Chen Pingchuan, but they never disturbed him, content to simply keep him company.

After a series of intense workouts, even with his current physique, Chen Pingchuan was drenched in sweat. He casually stripped off his loose school uniform, revealing a powerful, sculpted physique. Every muscle seemed like a meticulously carved work of art, radiating an allure of strength and beauty under the lights.

Feng Jiaqi’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to him. The more she looked, the more captivating she found him. His dominant aura, like that of a fierce tiger, carried an invisible pressure that made her blush and sent her heart pounding like a cornered fawn—an indescribable flutter of attraction. She tried to look away but felt as if she were held by some mysterious force, unable to escape her immersion in his physical appeal.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, the sun began its slow descent. The blood-red sunset cast a dreamlike hue over the world.

”Time to go home.” Looking at his attribute panel, Chen Pingchuan was very satisfied with the day’s progress. After a simple farewell to the little girl, he took Feng Jiaqi’s hand and walked out of the Black Tortoise Martial Arts Hall. His silhouette appeared even taller and straighter in the twilight, while Feng Jiaqi stood quietly beside him, a shy look in her eyes and a blush still lingering on her cheeks.

Time flies so fast, she mused.

Just as they were leaving, Ye Luo’s cool, aloof figure approached from a distance, and they met head-on. At the same time, the little girl’s voice called out from behind them.

”Sister, you’re back!” The little girl turned to Feng Jiaqi and chirped, ”Big Sister, look! See? Aren’t you just as pretty as my sister?”

Feng Jiaqi’s expression soured. She subtly glanced at Chen Pingchuan, trying to read his face for any clue.

In contrast, Chen Pingchuan’s brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes revealing a complex mix of confusion, doubt, and a barely perceptible trace of anxiety. How can this be such a coincidence? he thought, his mind racing. In a city this large, we just happen to meet here? And from what the little girl said, it seems Ye Luo is the sister she was talking about. Rather than fate, I’m more inclined to believe an invisible hand is pulling the strings behind the scenes.