Chapter 12: A Single Shot to the Head—Killing a Classmate

On the dormitory desk, a sleek black automatic rifle materialized out of thin air.

An M16 assault rifle, equipped with a precision optical sight.

The cold metal body, rigid lines, exuded an aura of death.

Qin Feng reached out to touch the firearm; the metallic texture beneath his fingertips stirred an inexplicable sense of security within him.

He lined up three magazines on the table, then picked up ninety gleaming golden bullets, pressing each one carefully into the magazines.

The crisp “click” echoed through the silent dormitory like the sweetest melody.

Yes, boys loved to play with guns.

Of course, they also loved to play with legs.

[Beep, system rewards the host with divine-level shooting skills.]

Instantly, a flood of complex information surged into Qin Feng’s mind.

The mechanics of firearms, ballistics calculations, breath control, trigger pressure—all inscribed in his nerves as if instinctual.

He was now not only adept at handling weapons but capable of pinpoint accuracy, never missing a shot.

Qin Feng then pulled from the desk drawer a Glock 43 pistol he had bought earlier.

He skillfully loaded the bullets; the compact Glock semi-automatic pistol and the fierce M16 assault rifle, one large, one small, together formed the backbone of his survival in this apocalypse.

At that moment, a buzzing sound approached from outside.

The drone had arrived.

Simultaneously, deafening cheers erupted from the boys’ dormitory opposite and the girls’ dormitory nearby.

Like power being restored after a blackout, the entire building resounded with jubilation.

Everyone understood: the military had sent drones to deliver supplies again.

But why did they wait until 10 p.m. tonight?

The whole dormitory was thrown into a frenzy.

Many students who had already gone to bed scrambled out, eyes glimmering with hunger.

From the boys’ dormitory No. 5, every balcony echoed with shouts:

“Get up! Get up! Don’t sleep!”

“The military’s delivering supplies—whose dorm is in charge of distribution today?”

“Dorm 415 and 416, prepare!”

“Got it! Others stay in your rooms, no running around, no grabbing.”

“Understood!”

“Who’s grabbing? Just take your dorm’s share—anyone who grabs will lose out!”

Under Long Zheng’s command, everything in the boys’ dorm ran smoothly and orderly.

In contrast, the girls’ dormitory was a scene from hell.

The girls screamed wildly, panicked and frantic upon hearing the drone had arrived.

There was no organization—everyone acted individually, stumbling and pulling each other, rushing crazily toward the rooftop.

The stairwell quickly became a crush of bodies, screams and curses never ceasing.

Many girls seemed to hold grudges, and amidst the chaos, they tore at each other’s hair and tripped one another—an utter mess.

Qin Feng opened the door of Room 301 and leaned against the frame, coldly watching the hallway’s turmoil.

He chose not to join the rooftop frenzy, instead observing the girls’ madness—like headless flies, fighting, cursing, losing control.

He snorted softly.

Women...

Without men in this world, women are just scattered grains of sand.

He’d heard of many places opening all-female gyms, restaurants, cafes—and all eventually failed.

In the girls’ dorm, those living on the seventh floor had the advantage—the closest to water, the first to seize the moment.

The first few girls to reach the rooftop grabbed a box of compressed biscuits and a box of instant noodles from the drone.

Girls from the fifth and sixth floors soon followed, immediately joining the scramble without hesitation.

“Let go! That’s mine!”

“You bitch, you stole my biscuits yesterday; now you want more?”

“Ah! My hair!”

“Get lost! I’ll bite you—ah!”

The girls’ shrieks mingled with sharp slaps.

The supply boxes were torn open; noodles and biscuits scattered everywhere, fueling an even more frenzied scramble.

In the chaos, a girl was pushed off the rooftop’s edge; her scream abruptly cut off.

A dull thud sounded below, followed by the excited snarls of zombies.

A girl was pushed to her death...

Qin Feng sneered coldly, witnessing history repeat itself.

Before, it was him who had been pushed down; now it was someone else’s turn.

Suddenly, he saw Cao Hong sprinting down the stairs, her face smeared with blood.

Her hair was disheveled; deep scratches marked her face—gruesome to behold.

Qin Feng’s lips curled into a smirk.

“Haha, Cao Hong, got beaten up? Who’s got the guts to hit you? Wahahaha.”

Seeing her in such a sorry state, Qin Feng was delighted inside.

I don’t need to punish you; fate will.

But Cao Hong paid no mind to his mockery.

She dashed back to her room, grabbed an umbrella,

Pointed its tip forward—clearly intending to use it as a weapon for revenge.

Gritting her teeth, she cursed, “Damn that crazy woman from the 516 Economic Management Department! Today, I’ll stab her to death.”

Qin Feng laughed aloud.

“Go ahead, good luck.”

Cao Hong turned to leave, then suddenly stopped.

She whipped her head back; Qin Feng’s gloating expression stung her.

Pointing at him, she spat, “Qin Feng, what are you laughing at?”

Qin Feng’s smile vanished in an instant.

“I’m laughing at myself, none of your business.”

Cao Hong straightened proudly.

“Of course it’s my business! You live in the dorm I arranged for you, so you have to listen to me.”

Qin Feng snorted coldly.

“Nonsense! This dorm was empty—I live here because I want to!”

Cao Hong was momentarily speechless, then fired back.

“You’re a grown man living in a girls’ dorm—don’t you have any shame?”

Qin Feng replied with a single word: “Get lost!”

Cao Hong fumed.

Her eyes darted, then she handed the umbrella to Qin Feng.

“Here, take this umbrella and come with me to the rooftop. You’re a guy, you’re strong; help me grab the supplies, and tonight I’ll send Lin Yuwei to your dorm. Deal? Beauty for supplies.”

Qin Feng chuckled, eyes full of disdain.

“No need. Lin Yuwei will come on her own. I don’t need you to escort her.”

Cao Hong was furious.

“Qin Feng, you’re ignoring me, huh?”

She’d long disliked Qin Feng.

Last time, he gave all the food to Lin Yuwei but nothing to her—clearly looking down on her, a chubby girl.

Now she’d arranged such a good place for him, yet he wouldn’t even help grab supplies.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she grew.

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