“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 6

With the “level” that the Dean of Students was playing at, Jiang Changyi wasn’t the least bit worried about Zong Qiong being unable to handle him.

What kind of person was Zong Qiong?

Intelligent, ambitious yet calm and restrained, with exceptional insight and a remarkable ability to control people’s hearts.

Not just anyone could gather so many people together in such a short time after the apocalypse broke out, let alone keep everything organized—assigning every person a reasonable role: the boys armed with weapons to ensure safety, and the girls in the rear handling logistics.

Although Jiang Changyi’s earlier broadcast warning had played a part, Zong Qiong’s personal charisma and leadership were undeniable.

And what kind of person was this so-called Dean?

He opened his mouth with a sweeping insult, cursing every single student present. Even if he was a teacher, an elder, who would feel good being scolded like that?

What’s more, this cafeteria was cleared of monsters only because these students had risked their lives. They had bled and fought so everyone could stay here safely. And now he shows up only to rain curses down on them?

Jiang Changyi almost laughed.

Before the apocalypse, maybe this rotten set of moral standards and professional authority could still keep students in line. But this was the apocalypse. Who would endure him just because he used to be the Dean of Students?

Talk about not knowing the situation.

“Sorry, Director Li, but you’ve already been bitten by a zombie. We can’t allow you to stay with the rest. This is for the safety of all the teachers and students.”

Zong Qiong’s face still carried a faint smile, his words polite, but there wasn’t a hint of compromise in his tone.

When they had set up the inspection checkpoint, he had already explained it to everyone: even if the principal himself showed up, anyone bitten by a zombie was absolutely forbidden from entering the cafeteria.

So now the students in charge of security gripped their steel pipes, glaring at the Dean, looking ready to use force if needed.

“You—you’ve gone mad! Do you dare lay a hand on me?!”

Behind the thick lenses of his glasses, Director Li’s eyes bulged wide. Jiang Changyi thought the man looked like he’d keel over dead from sheer anger before even being thrown out.

But the students really didn’t care that he was the Dean. Everyone had only one life. Nobody wanted to risk being bitten by someone who could turn into a zombie at any moment.

So Director Li was unceremoniously chased off, cursing the whole way.

Maybe he was worried about more monsters nearby, because he didn’t even look back at the students—he just slipped straight into the teaching building.

The students who escorted him returned and reported. Zong Qiong only gave a helpless smile:

“He probably thinks we’re throwing him to die. But really, if he just stays quietly in an empty classroom and locks the doors and windows, it’ll be safe enough.”

Director Li was exactly the kind of man who judged others by his own petty mind. Since he was both stupid and malicious, letting him fend for himself wasn’t a loss. Zong Qiong told everyone not to bother with him further.

Once the matter was settled, Jiang Changyi and Chen Yonglong stepped forward to share their own plan.

“You want to go out?” Zong Qiong’s brows furrowed ever so slightly.

Chen Yonglong was currently the only awakened ability user. With him present in the cafeteria, not only was their security stronger, but the survivors’ morale was steadier.

So Zong Qiong was actually reluctant to let him leave. Still, his expression management was flawless, maintaining that refined, calm appearance.

“Go, then. But please allow me to send two of our students with you.”

After a moment of thought, Zong Qiong agreed.

He knew very well how important medicine was in the apocalypse. Besides, Chen Yonglong was only going to the school infirmary; it wasn’t like he wasn’t coming back.

Hearing that Zong Qiong wanted to send people along, Chen Yonglong hesitated.

“This…”

He was going to the infirmary for Wang Xin. They had just driven off a man who had been bitten. If Zong Qiong knew he was about to find another bite victim, he’d never allow it.

Chen Yonglong understood their concerns, but he just couldn’t abandon his brother like that.

Unconsciously, he turned pleading eyes toward Jiang Changyi.

This delicate, handsome boy always looked calm and unruffled, as if the dangers of the apocalypse didn’t faze him at all. That calm made it so easy to trust him.

And Jiang Changyi read him like an open book. The guy was too simple—before the apocalypse, he’d probably have been tricked by a reporter until he lost even his underwear.

Naturally, Jiang Changyi would help him. But agreeing for now wouldn’t hurt anything. So, before Chen Yonglong could say a word, he pressed him down and answered directly:

“No problem. But we can’t guarantee anyone’s safety a hundred percent, so I hope you won’t let your guard down.”

“Of course,” Zong Qiong nodded.

And so the four of them left the cafeteria together.

Walking alongside Jiang Changyi, Chen Yonglong whispered:

“Jiang-ge, why did you agree? Don’t we still need to go find my buddy Wang Xin?”

Actually, Jiang Changyi had another reason. He wanted to test his summoner ability using monster corpses as sacrificial offerings, and summon a creature as a trump card.

Of course, he wasn’t going to tell Chen Yonglong that. So he could only explain patiently:

“Do you think there’s no chance of running into monsters on the way to the infirmary? Since danger’s unavoidable, then isn’t it up to us to decide which path we take?”

“Oh, right!” Chen Yonglong suddenly lit up, like his brain folds had just unfolded into enlightenment.

“…”

Jiang Changyi sighed inwardly.

With Chen Yonglong’s kind of blockheaded personality, wouldn’t he just get played in circles by people in the apocalypse?

Tch.

…So why was he suddenly feeling this strange, protective urge?

Me? Protecting a dark-skinned, buzz-cut jock?

Forget it. Better not think too much about it.

Jiang Changyi shoved down the restless little deer in his chest and set foot on the path to the school infirmary.

The cafeteria and infirmary weren’t exactly close. But with four people armed, as long as they didn’t run into a huge horde, it wouldn’t be too dangerous.

With Jiang Changyi’s reminder to stay as quiet as possible, even when monsters appeared they avoided making too much noise. This way, they never attracted more than they could handle.

“Bang! Bang!”

Jiang Changyi swung his baseball bat, each strike solid and satisfying, far more thrilling and real than any video game.

Once the last zombie fell, they finally entered the infirmary.

One boy stayed by the entrance to keep watch while the others went inside to gather medicine.

Ignoring the other student, Jiang Changyi focused on stuffing medicine into his own bag while helping his shadow, Chen Yonglong, pick out the right supplies.

“First use iodine to disinfect the wound, then bandage it up. You should also bring some antibiotics—if it gets inflamed, you won’t have to worry so much.

And keep some for yourself, too. Take painkillers and medicine for sprains and bruises. Since you’re the berserker charging at monsters in the front, injuries are inevitable.”