Yan Jiasui and Wen Ruixin brought out two supply packs. These were the supplies to be distributed today. Seeing this situation, everyone, whether sleeping in their rooms or outside, gathered around. A hint of tension filled the space.
"This time, we are still distributing based on everyone's contributions," Yan Jiasui explained briefly.
"Pei Yufeng." Yan Jiasui glanced at him and handed him several cans of food, along with some compressed biscuits.
Looking at the items in Pei Yufeng's hands, a hint of envy appeared in the others' eyes.
Ji Zhaoxi also watched eagerly.
Pei Yufeng sat lazily straddling the small sofa opposite her, raising an eyebrow at Ji Zhaoxi.
A can was opened, and a military knife precisely speared a piece of meat. Pei Yufeng looked at Ji Zhaoxi and began to eat slowly and deliberately right in front of her.
A rich aroma of meat filled the air, forming a sharp contrast with Ji Zhaoxi, who was gnawing on a compressed biscuit.
Ji Zhaoxi glared at him. Seeing her like this, Pei Yufeng ate even more happily, putting on an expression of pure enjoyment as he chewed.
Ji Zhaoxi: ...
The others also received their share of supplies. They had found quite a lot this time, so many ordinary people got some too, but the weaker, ordinary folks still had to wait for charity from others.
He Qiuyun looked at the supplies Pei Yufeng had received, then looked at his own, looking rather displeased.
"Didn't I kill just about as many zombies as Pei Yufeng? Why does he get so much more than me?"
The hall instantly fell silent.
Yan Jiasui frowned. "Qiuyun, every time before we get out of the car, Yufeng uses his ability to control the zombies first. It's not purely based on the number of zombies killed."
He Qiuyun scoffed coldly, "That little bit of ability usage hardly counts as a drain for him, right? He clearly could have just disposed of those zombies directly, but instead, he made the rest of us waste our abilities."
Initially, they let Pei Yufeng join their team because his mental abilities were very powerful. But after joining, he refused to exert even a tiny bit of extra effort.
He Qiuyun's gaze landed on Yan Jiasui. "Sister Jiasui, you aren't showing favoritism toward Pei Yufeng, are you?"
Yan Jiasui's face instantly turned cold. Beside her, Wen Ruixin spoke up defensively for Yan Jiasui, "He Qiuyun, how can you say that? Don't you know how much Sister Jiasui has sacrificed for everyone? She didn't even take any supplies for herself this time!"
Whenever there was danger, Yan Jiasui was always the first to rush forward, and she always took the initiative to help everyone in the building.
Wen Ruixin truly didn't understand what He Qiuyun found so unfair, to the point of actually doubting Yan Jiasui.
Reprimanded by Wen Ruixin, He Qiuyun looked somewhat embarrassed. He lowered his head and said nothing.
Da Laocu, drinking his alcohol and watching the scene, cleared his throat. "Ruixin, Sister Jiasui, let me just say a word. I'm not taking anyone's side."
"But Pei Yufeng really took too much. There are still some people in the building who have nothing at all. Can't we just take a little from Pei Yufeng and distribute it to everyone?"
Yan Jiasui was so angry she could barely breathe. "How the supplies are distributed was decided from the very beginning. We distributed them this way even before Yufeng arrived. Why is it that after Yufeng got here, you all start having issues with this method?"
Da Laocu felt a bit of a loss of face, but he still didn't want Pei Yufeng to get so much, muttering, "Anyway, I think he took too much."
Several people in the crowd also agreed, each chiming in with a few words, and the hall suddenly became noisy.
Yan Jiasui's face looked terrible.
Sitting on the sofa, Pei Yufeng raised his eyebrows slightly, a short laugh escaping his throat.
"Who else thinks I took too much? Step forward and let me see."
The atmosphere instantly quieted down.
The people who had just been passionately discussing in the crowd immediately shut their mouths.
Pei Yufeng slowly stood up, hands in his pockets, as casual as if he were strolling through his own backyard. He walked unhurriedly over to He Qiuyun.
Looking at He Qiuyun, who was forcing himself to stay calm, he chuckled softly.
"A piece of trash who managed to get scratched by a low-level zombie actually has the nerve to say I take too much."
Ji Zhaoxi watched the good show from the sidelines.
He Qiuyun's face instantly flushed bright red. Da Laocu hurriedly stepped forward to block the space between them.
"Pei Yufeng, you can't say it like that. Wasn't last time an accident? Alright, alright, let's just drop the matter for today."
Seeing that Pei Yufeng ignored him, Da Laocu shielded He Qiuyun. "Pei Yufeng, we misspoke earlier. Just give me some face, stop arguing, stop arguing."
The corners of Pei Yufeng's mouth curled into a mocking smile. He looked Da Laocu up and down as if observing some rare species.
"And what exactly are you?"
The smile on Da Laocu's face instantly froze.
Ji Zhaoxi snickered on the side while eating her compressed biscuit.
Fight, fight, fight.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly solidified.
In a group, fitting in is very important. If it weren't for Pei Yufeng's strength, he would have been ostracized long ago. But it was also because of his strength that the others grew increasingly dissatisfied with him.
Yan Jiasui sighed and walked over. "Da Laocu, take He Qiuyun over there to rest for a bit."
"I'll have to think more about adjusting the supply distribution."
Pei Yufeng looked toward the corner. Ji Zhaoxi was gnawing on her compressed biscuit, watching the drama with bright eyes and a face full of schadenfreude.
Pei Yufeng lowered his eyes, showing no reaction, and walked outside.
Ji Zhaoxi peeked at his retreating back, feeling even happier in her heart. Pei Yufeng was probably going outside to cry in secret.
Serves him right, for always bullying her.
Just as she continued eating the compressed biscuit in her hand, a well-defined hand reached from behind and snatched it right out of her grasp.
Ji Zhaoxi froze for a moment. As soon as she turned around, she saw a highly punchable face.
"Give it back to me!" Ji Zhaoxi tried to snatch it back.
Pei Yufeng leaned back slightly, raising the biscuit in his hand to a height she couldn't reach.
Looking at Ji Zhaoxi, whose eyes were red with anger, he clicked his tongue. "You're not going to cry again, are you? Go ahead, cry. It just so happens I haven't seen it in a few days."
"Pei Yufeng, are you sick in the head?!" Ji Zhaoxi lunged for it, but Pei Yufeng pressed his other hand against her forehead, keeping her at bay.
"Weren't you looking pretty smug just now?" Pei Yufeng deliberately ate the biscuit right in front of her. "Why aren't you smiling at me anymore?"
Ji Zhaoxi spotted Pei Yufeng's supplies nearby and quickly scooped them into her arms. She looked up and threatened him, "If you don't give my stuff back, I won't return these to you either. I won't be the one losing out, anyway."
Pei Yufeng raised an eyebrow. "Don't return them then."
After saying that, he took the rest of the biscuit and headed upstairs.
Ji Zhaoxi, holding several cans, stood frozen in place, staring at his back in complete bewilderment.
She quickly followed after him. "Pei Yufeng, do you really not want these anymore?"
Pei Yufeng walked with a wide, arrogant stride, pitifully squeezing Ji Zhaoxi against the wall.
"If you don't say anything, I really won't give them back," Ji Zhaoxi said, tugging at Pei Yufeng beside her.
Pei Yufeng impatiently pulled his arm free.
"Stop bothering me."
Ji Zhaoxi tried hard to fight back the smile tugging at her lips, her eyes shining brightly. "Pei Yufeng, are you really giving it to me?"
"Pei Yufeng, you are so good to me!"
Seeing how thrilled Ji Zhaoxi looked, Pei Yufeng clicked his tongue in mock disdain.
"Look at you."
