However, even if he didn't want to look, the computer screen was large.
And the computer was too bright; with a quick glance, Li Yu accidentally saw the content Li Hang had written below:
My 100 Strengths: Hmm? Strengths! Let's see what this kid wrote.
Li Yu looked down.
1. Praised for being handsome
2. Can operate a forklift
3. Can write a diary
4. Can whistle by joining four fingers (learned from the male protagonist in Attack on Titan; he calls his horse that way. So cool.)
5. Master of Ear Wiggling
6. Very gentle when cleaning ears for others
7. Can bathe himself
8. Eats navel oranges very fast
9. Can carry a thresher
10. Does not have smelly feet
11. Was a squad leader
12. Can play mahjong
13. Reached King tier in Honor of Kings
14. Can recite Pi to the 9th digit
15. Has dimples and a pearly smile when he laughs
16. Can spit bubbles with saliva and make them float
17. Can run from my house to Ping'an Junior High in one breath
18. Can sit under a tree alone in winter at 4 AM, staring blankly for over 2 hours
19. Becomes more confident as he grows older
?????
The further he read, the more the content of the strengths surpassed Li Yu's cognitive limits; he never imagined there could be such strengths!
This... this is truly not bad!
As Li Yu read, the expression on his face became somewhat complex.
This kid, he's... truly interesting!
He's a real talent.
This terrible rainy weather made Li Hang's mood unpleasant, but even when Li Hang's mood turned unpleasant, he would quickly become happy again.
He always had various ways to cheer himself up, always able to find some fun.
This was good.
Li Yu finished reading, a faint smile gracing the corner of his mouth.
It's quite good.
Then he saved the file, shut down the computer, and closed the screen.
Returning to his room, Li Yu opened the glass door between his small balcony and the room door. Some rainwater drifted in through the window.
The window wasn't closed tightly. Li Yu thought for a moment; his sleepiness wasn't that strong yet, so he poured himself a cup of lemon tea.
Then he sat on the rattan chair on the balcony, watching the wind and rain outside the window.
A speck of wind and rain, half a vast expanse.
The house isolated the rain; indoors and outdoors felt like two different worlds.
Li Yu had always liked rain, but after the apocalypse, rainy days became a source of worry. Every time it rained, it meant another trial was coming.
At this moment, with a trace of rainwater seeping in from the storm sealed by the window, Li Yu felt a long-lost sense of emotion.
Lying on the rattan chair, he took a sip of the slightly sweet and sour lemon tea, which carried a hint of bitterness, followed by a touch of sweetness.
Li Yu covered himself with the blanket next to the rattan chair and lay there.
The rattan chair rocked back and forth. Slowly, Li Yu felt a hint of drowsiness creeping in. The blanket provided a warm temperature, but there was also a slight coolness in the air, not too much. Just right.
This feeling of not being too cold or too hot, with a slight coolness yet covered by a thin blanket, was like covering oneself with a quilt while the air conditioner is on in the middle of summer, or eating ice cream in a room with floor heating in winter.
Cozy, cool, yet warm. Not contradictory, just perfect.
Li Yu gradually fell asleep.
Meanwhile, besides the base enduring the heavy rain, the entire land of Shenzhou was not spared.
The heavy rain was indiscriminate, submerging the land. Some survivors' newly cultivated crops were all destroyed by this rain.
This rain took many lives and also took away the hope of many people.
In N City, within the Salvation Army.
They had been without food for five days. If Mao Ge or the two teams that went out had successfully brought back supplies, they wouldn't be in this situation now.
The Salvation Army Leader had lost his former demeanor. Without food, he couldn't stabilize the team. At this point, some people in the team were already subtly becoming unstable.
However, on this day, they suddenly ate meat.
Everyone who ate meat seemed to go mad, their eyes filled with bloodlust and ruthlessness.
At the same time, their eyes lost a trace of humanity and gained a trace of ambition and madness that only beasts possessed.
Initially, only a portion of people started eating meat, then more and more people joined, and finally, those who didn't eat meat disappeared.
Only those who ate meat remained.
Eventually, everyone started eating meat.
"Today is the 28th day of the heavy rain," the Salvation Army Leader raised his head. He tore a bite of the meat in his hand, then lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.
Looking up at the sky, it was pitch black.
The tip of his cigarette flickered, occasionally revealing the Salvation Army Leader's face, which was neither human nor ghost, between bright and dark. His face seemed to always wear a smile, yet it was so unsettling.
The eerie smile carried a hint of bloodlust, his eyes a beastly frenzy, and an indescribable scent of decay.
Day 28 of the heavy rain.
The Salvation Army's location was good, on a slightly elevated spot, so there was no immediate flood danger.
The Salvation Army, from over a thousand people at the beginning, to over 500, and now less than 400.
They were originally in this factory building, which was built to be quite sturdy, a factory with military-style management, and its facilities were relatively stable.
But the diesel generator had no diesel.
There was no food either.
Their headquarters had not been breached by zombies, but they were still losing members every day.
In the apocalyptic heavy rain, what's terrifying isn't just zombies; sometimes, it's hunger, and even more terrifying than hunger is... people!
How does one judge if a person is a person?
Is it by whether their appearance resembles a person? Or whether they have thoughts?
Or, whether they have humanity.
How does one determine if a person has humanity?
These people in the Salvation Army can no longer be considered true human beings.
However, besides them, in many other places, similar scenes were playing out.
Or some lucky people might not face this problem.
There were also some who held onto their moral bottom line, resolutely refusing to cross that red line. Some survived, some died.
Although,
Some people lived.
But.
They were as good as dead.
