Many children, many blessings: Helping classmates' mothers survive the apocalypse

"Mr. Bai... Mr. Bai?!"

Su Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes hard, hardly believing her own vision.

In her memory, Bai Bing will always be the sharp-eyed head teacher dressed in a strict professional suit.

But now, this "cold-faced iron lady" is wearing her hair in a casual bun and her two long, fair legs are bare.

Wearing her student's clothes, she skillfully stirred the porridge in the kitchen.

What made her even more awkward was that her mother, Su Qing, was setting out the bowls and chopsticks for Lin Feng with a virtuous expression.

The way they exchanged glances revealed an intimacy that Su Xiaoxiao couldn't understand.

"Xiaoxiao's awake? Go wash up and get ready for dinner."

Su Qing was the first to react, her tone gentle.

She puffed out her chest, as if to declare to Bai Bing:

In this family, she is the one who knows better how to take care of Raymond Lam and who got into her "role" earlier.

Bai Bing also turned her head and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses.

Despite her revealing attire, the dignified presence she had cultivated over the years allowed her to quickly regain her composure.

"Xiaoxiao, even though it's the apocalypse, you can't be too lax in your routine."

Bai Bing gave the order in a cold voice:

"Now that the fever has subsided, after dinner, let's sort and register those boxes of supplies in the living room. Consider it our morning exercise."

"Oh... okay." Su Xiaoxiao shrank her neck and subconsciously replied.

The fear of being controlled by her homeroom teacher made her forget for a moment that she was in the apocalypse.

She lingered at the dining table and sat down next to Lin Feng.

Looking at the steaming bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork on the table, and then at the two "elders" sitting to his left and right,

Su Xiaoxiao keenly sensed the sticky smell of gunpowder in the air.

"Lin Feng..."

Su Xiaoxiao lowered her voice and quietly moved closer to Lin Feng, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"I think the air conditioning in this room is set too high? There's something... off about the atmosphere."

Lin Feng glanced at her sideways but didn't say anything.

To him, Su Xiaoxiao was a "family member" who needed protection, while the real battlefield was between the two women on the other side.

As expected, Su Qing placed a bowl of porridge in front of Xiao Xiao, conveniently blocking her daughter's gaze from reaching for Lin Feng, her smile gentle yet subtly sharp:

"Teacher Bai, Xiaoxiao is usually well taken care of by you at school. Now that she's at home, let me, her mother, handle these trivial matters."

You were injured last night, so please rest more and don't overexert yourself.

Bai Bing picked up the bowl of porridge, took an elegant sip, and spoke in a cold tone:

"Ms. Su, you're too kind. In my view, there is no distinction between guests and hosts in a shelter, only 'useful people' and 'useless people'."

Now that I've accepted Lin Feng's favor, I naturally need to demonstrate my worth. As for housework... I can manage an entire grade level perfectly, so a kitchen is a piece of cake."

The two women's eyes met in mid-air, clashing fiercely and sparks flying.

Lin Feng slowly tore apart the scallion pancake that Bai Bing had just made. His calm and composed demeanor made Bai Bing's eyes twitch slightly.

Lin Feng swallowed the last bite of the biscuit and tapped the table.

"Talk less while eating."

Lin Feng spoke softly, but he instantly silenced the two women who were secretly competing with each other.

Su Qing lowered her eyes, her fingertips lightly tracing the edge of the table before she obediently withdrew her hand, picked up the bowl of porridge, and took small sips.

Bai Bing tightened her grip on the chopsticks, but obediently sat up straight.

"After dinner, I have tasks to assign."

Lin Feng looked up and scanned the surroundings.

In this tiny space, he was not only their savior, but also the absolute master of this miniature shelter.

Watching this scene, Su Xiaoxiao shrank back and tried to eat her porridge, but she was secretly wondering:

Why does it seem like Raymond Lam is more authoritative than Director Bai now...?

Outside the window, a wandering zombie crashed into the bulletproof glass.

It made a dull thud, but it couldn't shake the room in the slightest.

The warm yellow light inside the room shone on the dining table, making it feel steamy.

Outside, the terrifying roars of zombies could be faintly heard, mixed with the biting cold wind of the early morning.

Before I could even take two bites of breakfast, the security alarm in the entryway suddenly lit up with a glaring red light.

"Beep—beep—"

A short, sharp electronic sound broke the silence in the room.

Su Qing and Bai Bing stopped what they were doing at the same time, their faces turning pale instantly.

In the face of the impending apocalypse, any unusual sound signifies impending death.

Lin Feng put down the porcelain spoon, got up and walked to the monitoring console.

The screen lights up, and the image, processed by a high-definition camera, is displayed in crystal clarity.

In the corridor on the sixteenth floor, the motion-sensor lights flickered on and off.

The walls still bore traces of black blood splattered from when Lin Feng killed the zombies yesterday, and several pieces of rotting flesh were scattered on the floor tiles.

A woman stands outside a stainless steel security door.

She was wearing a navy blue business suit, the jacket of which was torn in several places, revealing a white silk shirt underneath.

The black stockings on her legs were snagged, and several scratches oozed dark red blood.

A pair of frameless glasses sat on his nose, behind which were a pair of cold, piercing eyes.

She was holding a heavy fire axe upside down in her hand.

Thick blood was still dripping from the axe blade.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, recognizing the woman.

Shen Man.

She is a top lawyer in Linhai City and also the mother of Shen Sisi, his high school class monitor.

Six months ago, Raymond Lam cracked the skull of a rich second-generation in a bar. The other party's family was furious and threatened to send him to jail.

Shen Man, as the opposing party's lawyer, had come to this apartment with a settlement agreement.

At that time, Shen Man sat on the sofa in Lin Feng's living room, scoffing at the expensive steel security door Lin Feng had built.

He left behind the comment, "The paranoia of a nouveau riche."

Now, this door has become her only hope for survival.

The moment Lin Feng recognized the other party, a familiar golden data frame popped up on his retina.

Name: Shen Man

[Identity: Top lawyer in Linhai City, Shen Sisi's mother]

[Personality Tags: Cold, assertive, pragmatic]

[Approval Rating: -10% (Mild resistance; she remembers you having a nouveau riche paranoia)]

[Family Compatibility Rating: Extremely High (Suitable as the core of family internal affairs management and external negotiations)]

"Lin Feng, I know you're in there."

Shen Man's calm voice came through the intercom in the entryway.

Even with her clothes torn, she still tried her best to maintain the dignity and pride of a legal elite.

Name your price.

Lin Feng pressed the intercom button, his voice flat:

"Attorney Shen, standing at my door with an axe this early in the morning, what kind of asking price is that?"

Shen Man, standing outside the door, pushed up her frameless glasses.

Her high, full breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, stretching her silk shirt to an extreme tightness.

"I was here six months ago, and this door is military-grade in terms of defense. The fact that you went to such lengths to renovate the apartment means you must have stockpiled a lot of supplies inside."

Shen Man spoke quickly, with tight logic and no unnecessary words.

"I've been stuck in the office building across the street for three days. Yesterday I saw you cleaning up infected people in this building. You're very skilled, but you can't hide inside forever. You need external resources."

She paused for a moment, then threw out her own chips.

"I am Walmart's legal counsel for East China. I know that there is a large, undisclosed underground supply depot for supermarkets three kilometers away from here. It contains enough strategic reserves to feed ten people for decades."