BC Chapter 172

Chapter 171

In life, one always encounters countless difficulties, some in easy mode, others in hell mode. For the surviving survivors, the feeling of escaping death is like playing a hell mode game. In many moments, they thought it was the end, but when they persevered, they realized that the difficulties they had encountered were nothing. What’s past is past.

This is how it is for the survivors who were taken over by the main force and had their lives rearranged.

Yan Shaohang and others became temporary transfer students at Shengan University, taking classes, doing research, and working on projects with the original Shengan University students. Because the city was not greatly affected by the disaster, the original students were still the same as before the disaster, with expressions of naivety or confusion. Most of the time, they were worried about their final exams and employment problems. Those who were addicted to games still only cared about their rankings and whether their teammates were playing poorly. Those from wealthy families focused on the next season’s fashion and whether to eat out for dinner. The girls’ topics were mostly about which brand’s cosmetics were more moisturizing and suitable, or how their favorite stars were performing in the new drama. Everyone’s performance was so normal that it seemed like Yan Shaohang and the others had just had an incredibly realistic nightmare, giving people a sense of illusory peace.

Yan Song and Yan Shaohang walked slowly out of the teaching building. The scorching sun outside instantly enveloped them completely. Yan Song raised his right hand to cover his eyes and looked through the gaps in his fingers at the dazzling sunlight. The long-lost, reassuring warmth was right in front of him, but it seemed that in some unknown corner, there was a hidden worry that could destroy everything at any time.

“Shaohang, do you think it’s really meaningful for us to stay in the lab all day doing those researches and experiments?” This life-and-death experience made Yan Song, who had always adhered to the will to never give up research until death, waver for the first time. Especially after experiencing the death of his good friend Wan Murong, the deep sense of powerlessness made it difficult for him to escape the desperate dream every time he dreamt back. He always woke up in a cold sweat, only to find that he still couldn’t save his friend’s life in reality.

It was hard to say whether the repeated experience of loss in the dream or the unchangeable ending in reality was more suffocating. Yan Song just felt like he had lost his life goal, and he was trying hard to play the role of a mature adult with a seemingly normal body. But what was the point of that?

Living, or dying at the original point in time like Wan Murong, was there really any difference? He didn’t understand.

This world is always about people with ulterior motives plundering the achievements and living space of ordinary people. It is clear that peace is created and maintained by the hard work of good people, but it is always easily destroyed by bad people. Now, is there still a need for so-called reason and truth to exist and be maintained?

“I should have chosen to join the army after graduating from high school. Maybe I could have saved a few more people…” Not just saving people. What Yan Song really thought but didn’t say directly was that he might as well have trained his body well and taken a wild path to solve those darkness and injustices. Solving problems when they arise is a common idea among them. However, in matters similar to what happened in Clear Water City, simply solving the problem is definitely not enough. What needs to be done is to directly eradicate the root cause hidden within.

But they are just unimportant, insignificant, and voiceless ordinary college students. Even if their ideas are good, what can they do?

“Song Ge, you’re thinking too much. In that situation, it’s already amazing that we were able to save ourselves with our own knowledge. The line between life and death isn’t that important. What’s important is what you did when you could still think and do something. Besides, if it weren’t for the hands-on skills and thinking habits cultivated in research and experiments, how could we have had the opportunity to come into contact with virus mutation experiments?” Yan Shaohang walked to Yan Song’s side, turned sideways and gently bumped the other person’s shoulder, and said with a light smile.

“Maybe… yeah.” Yan Song put down his hand that was Covering the sun and took a deep breath before slowly speaking.

Just as the two were walking side by side, heading towards the cafeteria, two men in suits walked up to them, bowed slightly, and politely greeted them: “Hello, sorry to bother you. We are from Jin Feng Group. Our Vice President would like to invite you to Fuhua Hotel for a meeting. What do you think?”

Seeing the two black-clothed men who suddenly appeared, Yan Song subconsciously took half a step forward and raised his hand to protect Yan Shaohang behind him, his face serious and his expression wary. “We don’t know Jin Feng Group, and we don’t know who your Vice President is. I’m afraid we can’t accept the invitation.” He was still in a whirlpool of upset emotions and couldn’t let go. Now, the sudden appearance of these two men interrupted the time he and Yan Shaohang had to connect. Annoyed, he naturally didn’t have a good face for them.

“Our Vice President said that this meeting is very important, and it concerns your unknown secrets in Clear Water City. And she also invited your acquaintances. You’ll know when you go.” The man bowed slightly, as if he didn’t hear Yan Song’s words of refusal, and continued without being humble or arrogant.

At this time, Yan Shaohang, who was protected by Yan Song, raised his hand and gently pressed down on Yan Song’s wrist, saying, “Oh? Secrets? So you’re…” He and Yan Song have different attitudes towards the death of their classmates, but they appreciate each other in academic research. And because they have experienced a life-and-death calamity together, the two of them basically have no major disagreements when looking at the same thing. Yan Song’s words just represented his will. What they, as science and engineering students, specialize in is of course the things in the laboratory. He doesn’t have the energy to care about other things, and he doesn’t want to care about them. That’s why he hasn’t said anything. However, at this time, hearing the obvious implication of “threat and provocation” in the other party’s words, he narrowed his eyes unhappily and stared at the leading man.

“We have no hostility towards you. If we have any offensive language, please forgive us. This is my business card. We can give you enough time to consider. If you decide to have this meeting, you can contact the phone number on it. We’ll take our leave first. We apologize for the disturbance in these few minutes. Goodbye.” The leading black-clothed man handed a business card to Yan Shaohang, bowed slightly to signal, and left with the other man.