Chapter 3: Kicked by God
Su Huan silently retreated without a word and stopped paying attention to them. He knocked on the door of Yu Jing and her mother's room.
Yu Jing stood at the doorway, glanced briefly at the noisy sixth carriage, and softly asked, “Do you want me to come with you?”
Su Huan was not tall—just over 1.8 meters—looking down slightly on Yu Jing, who was about 1.67 meters.
His lips parted slightly. “Come along.”
Turning, Su Huan headed toward the carriage ahead.
Yu Jing hurried to follow.
There were as many deluxe soft sleeper compartments as regular soft sleepers—eight each.
The difference was that each deluxe soft sleeper had a large bed meant for one person. There were four beds in total in the deluxe soft sleeper section.
Su Huan pushed open the door, stepped over an oil tank, and found a few awkward footholds among a heap of metal parts. Only then did he manage with some effort to sit on his bed.
Looking down from the bed, the floor was littered with all sorts of metal parts. Wrenches of varying lengths were stuck in a barrel cut from an oil tank.
The carpet beneath was soaked with oil stains.
The edges of the rooms on both sides bore marks of violent cutting, indicating that the two adjacent compartments had been connected.
Su Huan lifted his head and saw Yu Jing frozen in place. He narrowed his eyes. “Yu Shuo looks surprised, doesn’t he?”
Yu Jing’s indifferent expression shifted slightly, a gleam appearing in her eyes.
“Where did you get this?”
Su Huan’s voice turned cold. “Whether you and your mother stay depends entirely on whether you can restore this motorcycle tonight.”
Yu Jing picked up the wheel at her feet, ignoring the oil stains smudging her short sleeves. “Kawasaki Ninja H2. This isn’t just a motorcycle—you can call it a land flyer.”
“130,000 revolutions per minute. Do you understand what that means?”
Suddenly, Yu Jing turned her head and stared at him, asking sharply.
Su Huan was momentarily taken aback by her boldness, then suspiciously asked, “What does it mean?”
In his previous life, he had ridden many motorcycles, but all were common models. This one was more for its striking design, and he didn’t really know the brand or specs.
He hadn’t expected Yu Jing to recognize it at a glance.
“When you twist the throttle fully, it feels like getting kicked by God himself.”
Su Huan frowned. “Just tell me if you can fix it or not.”
“No problem!”
Yu Jing answered immediately, then started rummaging through the oil tanks to find suitable tools, looking more enthusiastic than Su Huan himself.
Su Huan said nothing and took out his logbook, beginning to observe Yu Jing.
At first, things proceeded normally.
“Where’s the rear suspension?”
“Behind the panel to your front left.”
“Where’s the piston caliper?”
“It should be… roughly beneath your feet.”
“No sign of it.”
“Why don’t you look again?”
Half an hour later, things began to jump around.
“I’m really fed up. This kind of bike was torn apart so violently, even the paint got scratched.”
“A waste of good machinery!”
“Absolutely despicable!”
Su Huan watched Yu Jing gnashing her teeth on the side, fixing the bike while muttering curses.
If it weren’t for her excellent skills and the way her jeans outlined her figure so enticingly, Su Huan would have long ago strangled her right here.
“Hand me the wrench.”
“This one?”
“No, the other one.”
“This one…?”
“No, the one I just used!”
“Forget it. I’ll do it myself!”
Su Huan glanced at the four or five wrenches Yu Jing had just touched and twitched at the corner of his mouth.
He wasn’t sure if she was genuinely skilled or just putting on a show.
The air of a refined scientific talent vanished as soon as she picked up the wrench—she was more like one of those fiery, tough repair girls from the wasteland workshops of his past life.
Her mouth kept moving nonstop.
But the results were remarkable. About thirty to forty percent of the parts he had dismantled in a mess on the floor were restored.
This wasn’t just finding treasure—it was like discovering a whole mine.
Her hands-on skills rivaled a mechanic with ten years of experience.
While Yu Jing didn’t summon him, Su Huan pulled out his notebook and ticked the box under “Repair Talent” on the armed train project page.
He would find Master Ba again in due time.
The first phase of the armed train project could officially begin!
…
“December 17th, early winter, temperature 24°C—”
The temperature had risen by one degree again. Although the deadline still seemed far off, this was only the slow initial warming.
Last night, Su Huan had watched for several hours and confirmed that Yu Jing truly had real skills before going to sleep in the next carriage.
Of course, another main reason was that he didn’t want anyone murmuring behind his back.
…
Clang—clang—
The train slowly slid out of a tunnel and stopped in the outskirts of Wen’an City.
Looking out, lush green mountains stretched as far as the eye could see. The valleys were dotted with various industrial modern buildings. The train lay across the tracks like a sunbathing green iron python.
Apart from the noisy zombies aboard, everything else was serene and beautiful.
The carriage door opened, and Su Huan stood at the entrance holding a long wrench, taking in the surroundings.
He knocked twice on the iron door casually.
The harsh clang echoed.
The zombies on the carriage shouted even louder, but after waiting a long while, only one half-dead creature crawled out from underneath.
Its white shirt was shredded and filthy, flesh and dirt mixed together, and half its face was missing.
“You don’t look like a local either.”
Su Huan jumped down and brought the wrench down on the zombie’s back of the head.
With a loud bang, the zombie fell silent.
“Ding!”
“Kill count plus one today!”
Su Huan mimicked a mechanical voice with a sinister laugh.
He didn’t have a system, and killing zombies offered no immediate rewards, but life needed some amusement.
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