Chapter 3: The Campus Belle, From Pride to Doubt
[Would you like to purchase the Energizing Breakfast?]
"Yes!"
[Ding! The host has spent the 100 points just earned to purchase an Energizing Breakfast.]
[Includes: one cup of hot milk, one French-style fried egg and ham biscuit, one crispy fried dough stick, a pair of fried chicken wings, and a small bag of potato chips.]
[Since this is the host’s first time earning points, the buffet space has been upgraded as a reward.]
[Buffet space: Level 1 (out of 100 levels).]
[Restaurant area expands from 10 square meters to 20 square meters.]
[Restaurant furniture upgraded to a solid wood dining table and two soft upholstered chairs.]
[Remaining points: 0.]
[The flight attendant has one new outfit.]
[Preview the flight attendant’s new uniform?]
[Would you like to change the flight attendant’s outfit?]
Qin Feng: “Preview!”
Immediately, a vivid electronic panel appeared before him, clearly displaying the flight attendant’s new outfit.
It was a full-body uniform in deep burgundy.
The upper part was a short tailored blazer, perfectly fitted to accentuate the woman’s waistline.
Beneath the blazer was a pristine white silk blouse, its small collar impeccably neat.
Around the neck was a narrow burgundy silk scarf, matching the uniform.
The lower part was a knee-length pencil skirt, hugging the hips perfectly, with a tasteful slit revealing slender, well-proportioned calves.
Atop her head sat a small matching boat-shaped hat, tilted slightly to one side, adding a touch of playful elegance.
Qin Feng, pleased with the look, said, “Change the outfit!”
[Ding! Flight attendant’s outfit change successful.]
[Host, would you like to enter the space and enjoy the meal?]
“I just had a seafood feast and am full, but a little more won’t hurt. Enter!”
With a soft hum, the scene before Qin Feng shifted, now placing him inside the system’s space.
After the upgrade, the buffet space was larger.
A polished solid wood dining table stood at the center.
On either side were two comfortable, cream-colored velvet upholstered chairs.
The entire space was bathed in soft, tranquil tones, exuding elegance—a stark contrast to the cramped 301 dormitory outside.
Then, the flight attendant, Xiao Qing, dressed in her brand-new burgundy uniform, approached with a professional smile.
She wheeled a familiar airline food cart, upon which the newly unlocked “Energizing Breakfast Set” was arranged.
A cup of hot milk emitted a faint milky aroma.
The golden French-style fried egg and ham biscuit looked irresistible; the biscuit was crispy on the outside, tender inside, encasing a thick fried egg and slices of ham.
A single golden, crispy fried dough stick, a pair of fragrant spicy fried chicken wings with a perfectly charred crust, and a small portion of freshly made potato chips—all were mouthwateringly inviting.
The flight attendant gracefully placed the breakfast on the dining table before Qin Feng.
He took a sip of the hot milk.
Then he bit deeply into the French-style fried egg and ham biscuit—crisp and delicious.
Next came a bite of the fried dough stick—crunchy!
He sampled the chicken wings and the potato chips as well.
Xiao Qing watched with a smile and asked, “Mr. Qin Feng, is the breakfast not to your liking? Why are you only taking one bite of each?”
Qin Feng wiped his mouth with a napkin: “I just had a seafood feast and am not hungry. I’m just tasting a bit of everything. I’m happy.”
Xiao Qing smiled: “Understood. Is there anything else you need?”
Qin Feng looked her over, his gaze lingering for a few seconds. “No, just pack everything to go.”
Xiao Qing nodded promptly: “Very well, sir.”
She immediately began packing the food right in front of him.
Qin Feng took the opportunity to observe her closely.
The burgundy uniform accentuated her shapely figure—curvaceous and full.
Qin Feng’s mind was filled with a single question: Could this flight attendant be eaten?
Unable to resist, Qin Feng finally asked, “Hello, flight attendant, do you have a boyfriend?”
Xiao Qing’s flawless professional smile remained:
“I do not. I am not a living person; I am an AI robot. I lack an emotional module, so naturally, I do not have a boyfriend.”
Qin Feng’s curiosity deepened: “...Robot? May I touch you?”
Xiao Qing’s smile did not waver at all: “Yes, you may. My skin is made from the latest artificial silicone technology, with a tactile sensation highly similar to real human skin. You may experience it.”
Qin Feng thought the system was remarkably generous.
He extended his hand with a touch of exploration: “Oh, then let me feel your hand.”
Xiao Qing offered a slender, elegant hand, awaiting the host’s touch.
Qin Feng brushed the back of her hand; the sensation at his fingertips was delicate and soft, with a slight warmth.
If he hadn’t known beforehand, he would have sworn it was a real human hand.
He marveled inwardly and then used two fingers to pinch the flight attendant’s cheek.
The texture was just as astonishingly realistic—elastic, and he could almost feel the “muscle” fibers beneath the skin.
Xiao Qing remained smiling, showing no resistance.
Qin Feng withdrew his hand, filled with awe.
This high technology was truly impressive. With a robot girlfriend like this in the future, who would bother to fuss over a human girlfriend? It was simply a blessing.
Xiao Qing finished packing the breakfast neatly into an exquisite paper bag, handing it to Qin Feng with a smile:
“Mr. Qin Feng, your breakfast is packed.
“We recommend you consume it soon, as the hot weather can cause the food to spoil.
“Wasting food is a shameful act.”
Qin Feng accepted the bag and nodded, “Understood.”
He then pressed the red button and exited the buffet space.
He returned to the cluttered 301 girls’ dormitory... a chaotic mess lay before him.
Today was the second day of the zombie crisis.
Water and electricity were normal; mobile phone and network signals were intact.
So many could boil tap water when thirsty.
Apart from the lack of food and inability to leave, there was no sense of apocalypse-induced panic.
Qin Feng lay on the wooden bed, took out his nearly dead phone,
and snapped several photos of the just-packed food.
He posted them in a Moments update, visible only to Lin Yuwei.
In the nine-grid photo layout, Qin Feng captured the hot milk, French-style fried egg and ham biscuit, fried dough stick, a pair of fried chicken wings, and the small portion of potato chips—all extraordinarily clear and appetizing.
He added a caption:
“An energizing breakfast—delicious! I’m having it as my afternoon tea.”
In the 302 girls’ dormitory, four girls sulked, each hiding in her own bed.
The curtains were drawn down to avoid disturbing each other, preventing fights.
They had all resolved:
The government would send rescue teams; the delay was only because they hadn’t reached Binhai University yet.
Moreover, since there was no food for now, they would just sleep.
Sleeping reduces metabolism, like hibernation.
If hungry, they could at least drink tap water and would not starve to death immediately.
Thus, Lin Yuwei lay in bed, charging her phone, starving, scrolling short videos.
The videos showed many male streamers risking their lives on the streets filming zombies, all inevitably bitten to death.
Factories, office buildings, and supermarkets throughout the city were overrun by wandering zombies.
The city had fallen; traffic was paralyzed; cars were stranded, and drivers were dragged out and bitten.
The highways were clogged with abandoned vehicles.
Due to the transportation chaos, rescue efforts were extremely difficult.
Military helicopters and drones flew overhead, dropping food and water onto residential rooftops.
Many residential complexes erupted into chaos as residents fought over supplies on rooftops.
On the streets, brainless looters attempted to rob banks and jewelry stores but were also bitten.
At the university’s male dormitory, some boys stood on balconies, setting their bedding on fire and tossing it onto the road between two dorm buildings.
Zombies wandering the campus streets were scorched and flailed wildly.
The boys laughed and applauded, recording videos.
Yes, this was the doing of the boys.
But burning one zombie only attracted more.
The university streets were filled with scattered zombies,
either feasting on corpses or rummaging through trash cans.
Students locked inside dormitories dared not open doors—stepping outside meant certain death.
So the boys’ sole entertainment was lighting bedding on fire, throwing it down to burn zombies.
Each time a zombie was incinerated, they roared with joy, clapping and celebrating:
“Fun! Fun!”
“Another zombie down!”
“The apocalypse beats school any day.”
“Real-life zombie game!”
“I don’t want to go to class. If I weren’t so hungry, I’d play like this every day.”
Qin Feng leaned over the balcony of the 301 dormitory,
envying the boys’ zombie-burning game across the way.
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