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nThe Zombie King’s Heartthrob Girlfriend (26)

nBai Weiwei held her forehead. “How disgusting, ah, Sys1. I’m about to be blown away by your international level performance.”

nThe system recovered its expressionless face. “You’ve finally realized, I’m disgusted by the way you’re portrayed in this universe.”

nBai Weiwei sighed, “I died so terribly.”

nThe system happily replied, “Rest in peace.”

nBai Weiwei: What kind of hatred did the system have for her?

nBecause Bai Weiwei was suffering from a fever, Song Yunhuan did not ask her to continue the experiment.

nHe instead took some blood from her, saying he wanted to continue his research.

nBut what was with Song Yunhuan’s hungry eyes while drawing her blood?

nBai Weiwei shivered.

nWhen she recovered, Song Yunhuan asked, “Where do you want to go this time?”

nBai Weiwei didn’t look at him.

nSong Yunhuan patiently explained, “I promised to go out with you when you agreed to the experiments. So for each test, I’ll go out with you once.”

nBai Weiwei felt that he truly was a contract spirit2.

nShe smiled sweetly. “Song Yunhuan, you’re so sweet.”

nSong Yunhuan looked at the smile on her face. Eyes curved making the smile look just right.

nHe suddenly said, “Don’t laugh like that.”

nBai Weiwei doubtfully continued to smile.

nSong Yunhuan said coldly, “Very fake.”

nA well trained smile, without a trace of happiness.

nBai Weiwei’s smile faded. She bowed her head, bangs covering her eyes filled with gloom.

nSong Yunhuan didn’t know why he could see the sad atmosphere around her.

nHe just said something too coldly3.

nBai Weiwei finally spoke. “I can only smile like this, nothing else.”

nSong Yunhuan remembered she was used to pleasing others.

nHe said, “Forget it, just smile however you want.”

nBai Weiwei reluctantly lifted the corners of her mouth. “Then let’s go on a date.”

nSong Yunhuan nodded, then brought out an orange pink puffy skirt. A golden belt and a large bow on the back, it had the feeling of fantasy novel.

n“Put it on.”

nBai Weiwei: “…”

nBai Weiwei wanted to go on a strike.

nShe traveled through so many planes, to only go on a strike now was indeed already quite good.

nAt least she wouldn’t have to face Song Yunhuan, this mental case.

nHer heart was tired and frustrated.

nThe city of the apocalypse was a dusky, depressing settlement.

nBai Weiwei followed Song Yunhuan to the school.

nBai Weiwei had chosen this date spot. Song Yunhuan followed with a look of indifference.

nSuddenly, Bai Weiwei footsteps quickened, her skirt flying.

nSong Yunhuan leisurely followed.

nBai Weiwei ran to the sports field where first year students would gather.

nShe somewhat excitedly looked back at Song Yunhuan. “Do you know where you were when I first met you?”

nSong Yunhuan was uninterested. “Don’t know.”

nBai Weiwei pointed to the platform. “There, there, ah. At that time, you were speaking on behalf of all the first years, as the top student in the college entrance exam.”

nSong Yunhuan recalled that he did seem to have spoken up on stage.

nBai Weiwei’s eyes were bright. She wasn’t smiling, but there was a sense of joy in her eyes.

n“At that time I thought, first place in the college entrance exam, that’s good. If it were me, I don’t think I’d ever be able to become a top student in my life.”

nSong Yunhuan thought back to her back in the day, and nodded in agreement. “There’s no way.”

nBai was nodded, embarrassed. “I know. I was just wondering why you chose this university, even though it’s not the best.

nSong Yunhuan said frankly, “Close to home.”

nBai Weiwei: “…”

n1: 係統 is system. Here, she shortened her address to just 統, so we preferred to just leave part of the word like she was using it as a nickname. You don’t want to know what the other possibilities we thought of were…?↩

n2: 契約精神, refers to the culture of honoring contractual obligations, aka always keeping their promises. It’s just, why does the third kanji mean both spirit and semen? >.< hello, I don’t see the relation there… it could then be read as a contract semen spirit; that allows for a rather wild plot huh…↩

n3: 不鹹不淡 lit. not salty not light (as in seasoning?); a term used to refer to cold words or ridicule.

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