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

[Ding! Vital signs matching those of a candidate in the family encyclopedia have been detected.]

Name: Zhou Lan

[Occupation: Neighbor auntie, full-time housewife]

[Personality Tags: Gentle, Kind, Family-oriented]

[Approval Rate: 28% (She's starting to feel affection; she sees you as a younger person who needs care, and feels closeness and tenderness towards you.)]

[Family Compatibility Rating: Extremely High (Gentle and kind-hearted, insightful and perceptive, skilled in logistics and care, able to maintain a stable atmosphere within the shelter)]

Lin Feng's chopsticks, which were holding a scallion pancake, stopped in mid-air.

Aunt Lan.

Before the apocalypse, Raymond Lam had a bad reputation in the neighborhood.

Everyone regarded him as an incompetent spoiled brat and avoided him like the plague.

Only Aunt Lan, who lives on the third floor, doesn't look down on him.

She was a plump woman with a gentle personality, and her husband was away from home most of the year.

Everyone in the building knew that a spoiled brat lived on the sixteenth floor.

There was no shortage of gossip behind their backs, but Zhou Lan never participated in it.

She always ignored the rumors and gossip, smiling as she brought him steaming hot meals upstairs to improve his diet:

"Xiaofeng, Auntie made too much food today. You can't cook by yourself, so take it and eat it while it's hot."

I did too much.

I always end up doing too much.

Doing it more than ten times a month? Nobody would believe that.

Six months ago, Raymond Lam had a high fever that made him unconscious.

It was Zhou Lan who noticed the abnormality, pried open the door lock, and stayed by the bedside without changing her clothes for two whole days and two nights.

In the past few days, she cooked hot porridge and fed it to Lin Feng spoonful by spoonful, repeatedly wiped his forehead with a wet towel to cool him down, and fed him water and medicine mouthful by mouthful.

On the morning his fever subsided, Lin Feng groggily opened his eyes and saw Zhou Lan asleep by the bedside, clutching a wrung-out towel in her hand.

There was a dark bluish-black ring under his eyes.

In this indifferent world, it was one of the few times in Lin Feng's life that he felt "thought of".

A long-lost warmth welled up in my heart.

Raymond Lam has always been a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.

Therefore, Aunt Lan was one of the few bottom lines he had in this cold, apocalyptic world.

At that moment, on the radar image, three glaring red dots were forcibly squeezing into the security door of room 302.

Lin Feng focused all his perception on that spot on the third floor.

The line of sight penetrates the building's obstruction, and the image quickly zooms in.

Three men, each holding a machete and an iron bar, had conspicuous red ribbons tied around their arms.

"Bang!"

The security door of room 302 on the third floor made a loud, strained noise as the lock was violently smashed open.

Zhou Lan, dressed in simple home clothes, retreated to the balcony with a pale face.

Her usually impeccably styled long hair was somewhat disheveled, and her voluptuous figure trembled slightly with fear beneath her thin loungewear.

"Wow, there's a stunningly beautiful woman hiding in this house!"

The burly man leading the group had a face full of scars, and his gaze swept over Zhou Lan's body without restraint, a lewd smile spreading across his lips.

"Look at that figure, that skin, you take really good care of it, it looks so tender you could squeeze juice out of it."

He licked his lips, strode into the living room, and casually swung the blood-stained iron rod in his hand.

With a crash, Zhou Lan's most cherished pair of blue and white porcelain vases were smashed to pieces.

"Don't come any closer!"

Zhou Lan gripped the sliding door handle of the balcony tightly, struggling to keep her voice from trembling.

"I have no food at home, you'd better leave now! If you come any closer, I'll jump!"

"Jump?"

The burly man grinned maliciously and pressed closer with each step.

"Madam, this is the third floor. If you fall, you'll at most break your leg. You can take it back to the brothers for some amusement. The Red Turban Army doesn't go empty-handed when they do something."

The other two thugs blocked the escape route in the living room, their eyes fixed on the lambs to the slaughter.

"Madam, discretion is the better part of valor. We don't want to make things too tense, so why don't you give in to us?"

Despair surged in like a tide.

Zhou Lan's back pressed against the cold glass, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

As she looked at the large, dirty hands reaching out, tears welled up in her eyes.

In the extreme fear of being on the verge of life and death, her mind went blank, and her lips trembled.

She subconsciously called out the name that made her feel closest to her in this building:

"Xiaofeng... help me..."

On the other side, Lin Feng had already made his move the moment he saw the three men break the lock.

"There are people on the third floor, I'm going downstairs."

After saying those words to the four women, Lin Feng opened the sliding door to the balcony, climbed over the railing,

He gripped the stainless steel railing on the outer edge of the 16th-floor balcony with both hands, his body dangling in the air.

Let go.

Falling.

The air conditioner unit on the fifteenth floor flashed past my feet. I lightly touched the ground with my toes, using the momentum to cushion the fall and change the angle of my descent.

The balcony railing on the fourteenth floor loosened as soon as I pressed it with my palm, and I continued to sink.

The outdoor unit on the thirteenth floor once again bore his weight, emitting a dull metallic vibration.

He plummeted vertically across the building facade like an agile cheetah.

By leveraging every other layer, the speed is ridiculously fast.

The sixfold increase in physical strength gave him enough arm strength to support his entire body weight with one hand, and his toes could stay on the air conditioner unit for no more than half a second.

Ten floors.

Seven floors.

Four floors.

In less than ten seconds, he had already approached the third-floor balcony.

In the living room on the third floor.

The burly man's fingers were less than three centimeters away from Zhou Lan's collar.

Zhou Lan closed her eyes in despair.

In that very instant.

"boom!"

The tempered glass on the balcony shattered as if it were made of paper.

Countless glistening fragments reflected the morning sunlight, flooding the living room.

A tall, imposing figure, enveloped in gale-force winds and shards of glass, and exuding an unparalleled aura of violence, crashed down between Zhou Lan and the burly man.

The moment Lin Feng landed, his right leg was already full of power.

Without any unnecessary movements, he delivered a powerful whip kick to the strong man's side.

"Click—"

A series of rapid, crisp sounds suddenly rang out—the sound of ribs breaking.

The burly man was kicked sideways and flew out, his body bent into an unnatural arc before crashing heavily into the TV cabinet.

Before he could even scream, a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth, and he died on the spot.

A strong smell of blood filled the air, and a few drops of warm liquid splashed onto the back of Zhou Lan's hand.

She opened her eyes blankly, completely frozen in place.

It's Xiaofeng.

It really is Xiaofeng.

Zhou Lan never expected that Lin Feng would actually descend upon her like a god, and tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

The thrill of surviving the ordeal made this mature and beautiful woman's long-dormant heart suddenly beat extremely fast.

[Ding! Zhou Lan's approval rating has fluctuated dramatically!]

Current approval rating: 65% (gradually declining).

[System notification: The host is rewarded with intermediate-level telekinetic ability, which allows the user to deflect bullets fired at them along their original path and to freely change the trajectory of the bullets, directing them toward a designated target.]

The telekinetic control range is up to 100 meters, and it supports the simultaneous control of up to 100 flying objects.

The living room was deathly silent.