Desert Island Infrastructure: Claiming the System Brings Many Blessings

The fingers touched the shoulder. The other person's shoulder frame was a bit wider and taller than Liu Yan's.

The person who was arrested didn't scream. They were completely silent, not even their breathing was disturbed.

Qin Chuan had formed a preliminary judgment in his mind.

The one who is so calm must be either Su Yubing, Gu Yifei, or Diana.

He began to "inspect".

Move your hands from your shoulders to your neck. Your neck is long and has smooth lines.

Her collarbones are very prominent, with a clear bone structure.

Moving downwards. The bust has some curve, but not as exaggerated as Liu Yan's. It's above average in fullness and quite firm.

Qin Chuan's hand continued downwards. To his waist.

Yes. Her waist is very thin. But not the kind of thinness that Mina has with obvious muscle definition; rather, it's a symmetrical, slender thinness.

Further down. The buttocks. Full, with a large curve and rounded shape.

But the crucial clues have not yet been found.

Qin Chuan squatted down.

He moved his hands to the outside of the other person's thighs.

The fabric of the black yoga pants glided through my fingertips, conforming to the contours of my legs.

Her thighs are very long.

The distance from her hips to her knees was longer than that of anyone Qin Chuan had ever touched.

Moreover, her legs were ridiculously straight. From the hip joint to the knee to the ankle, the entire leg looked as if it had been drawn with a ruler. There was no bending or flaring, and the muscle lines were even and firm, like a model's legs.

Her calves were also very long. From below the knee to the ankle, they were covered in thick velvet stockings that felt smooth to the touch, and the calf muscles inside were firm and not loose.

Only one person in the entire camp possesses this leg.

"Su Yubing".

Qin Chuan stood up and ripped off the hood.

The woman standing before me had slightly narrowed, almond-shaped eyes, and the neckline of her turtleneck sweater covered half of her chin. Her lips were flat, revealing no expression, but the tip of her nose was slightly red.

"How did you guess?" Su Yubing asked.

"Legs," Qin Chuan replied succinctly.

"Haha, this is a great idea," Kitagawa Keiko laughed.

"Ugh, Brother Chuan, you're so mean!"

Shen Mimi said from the side, "Teacher Su, just admit it and sing a song."

Su Yubing took a deep breath and walked to the campfire.

Her gait was steady; the yoga teacher's posture control gave each step a relaxed rhythm.

"I'll sing 'Beautiful Myth'."

Su Yubing spoke up.

Her voice was completely different from Liu Yan's. It wasn't hoarse or languid. Su Yubing's voice was clear and bright, with a robust quality, like light reflecting off ice in winter.

"The rain and tears, which could not be stopped, fell in an instant."

The mid and low frequencies are very stable, the pronunciation is clear and accurate, and every syllable is played perfectly.

When the chorus came, the vocals went up.

My heart has changed because of you, and my love for you will never change.

The high note didn't crack, but there was a slight tremor in her throat. That tremor wasn't due to a lack of technique, but rather because of the emotions swirling in her throat.

Qin Chuan held his wine glass and listened attentively to the whole thing.

Was Su Yubing's singing good? Yes. It was even more impressive than the poem she recited last time.

After the song was finished, there was a thunderous applause.

After listening to the song, Doria covered her chest with her hands, her eyes sparkling: "It's so beautiful! Are all human women this good at singing?"

"This has nothing to do with whether someone is human or not," Shen Mimi wiped her eyes. "It's because Teacher Su has a good voice."

Su Yubing walked back to her seat, sat down, and took a small sip of her wine.

The firelight illuminated her profile. The slightly upturned lines of her almond-shaped eyes softened in the warm light.

"Alright, next round." Su Yubing put down her wine glass.

Diana rubbed her hands together beside her, saying, "Come on! I don't believe he can catch me."

"No matter how fast you run, the circle is only so big," Vivian laughed from the side.

Doria tugged at the hem of her skirt: "I have to be careful too, this skirt doesn't allow me to run fast."

Qin Chuan picked up the hood.

Before putting it on, he glanced at the eleven women in the circle.

The firelight illuminated each of their faces. Some were smiling, some were nervous, and some were rubbing their hands together in anticipation.

Qin Chuan put the hood on.

The world has turned dark again.

Round three.

Qin Chuan walked in the darkness, and the silk net beneath his feet emitted a signal.

This time he changed his strategy. He didn't chase, he wasn't in a hurry, he just strolled around slowly.

As if taking a stroll in a courtyard, he walked step by step with his hands behind his back. His leather boots clicked and tumbled on the stone slabs, the rhythm very slow.

It was very quiet inside the circle.

Everyone got smart; no one made a sound, no one ran. They scattered in different places, holding their breath, waiting to see how he would find it.

Qin Chuan walked to the center of the circle, slightly to the east, and stopped.

The signal from the wire mesh showed a red dot about four meters directly in front of him.

The red dot didn't move. It stood still, completely motionless.

Qin Chuan thought for a moment, then suddenly accelerated and rushed forward.

It's only three steps; you'll be there in the blink of an eye.

He reached out and touched the other person's shoulder.

The texture I felt this time was different from the previous two times.

The shoulders are very thin. The frame is small, and you can feel the bones in the shoulders with a light touch.

Qin Chuan's hand moved down his shoulder.

Her arms were slender; even through the fabric of her long-sleeved cotton dress, you could feel that there was almost no excess fat on them, and just bones beneath the skin.

The neckline is round, and the cardigan is unbuttoned.

Qin Chuan's fingers touched the skin beneath his cardigan; it was cool and smooth.

Downwards. The curve of her breasts isn't large, but the shape is very beautiful. When you place your palm on them, you can feel their delicate and fullness.

Her waist was so thin that she could almost put her hands together.

The curve of the buttocks is moderate, not particularly perky, but with soft lines.

The overall impression is that she is slender, soft, and has a small frame.

Qin Chuan mentally ruled out a few people.

This isn't Shen Mimi's figure; Shen Mimi is much fuller. It's not Mina's; Mina has muscular abs. It's not Diana's; Diana's frame is much larger. It's not Su Yubing's; Su Yubing has longer legs.

Slender, soft, and small-framed.

Lin Shishi? Or Doria?

The two women do indeed have similar body types and temperaments. Lin Shishi is slender, and Doria is also petite. Both also possess a gentle aura.

Qin Chuan hesitated.

He then carefully touched the other person's waist. The skin on the side of the waist was cold.

Wait, it's cold?

Lin Shishi is human and has a normal body temperature. Doria is a mermaid; after her fishtail transformed into legs, her lower body temperature is slightly lower than that of humans.

Just as Qin Chuan was about to speak, a voice suddenly came from not far away.

"Guess who she is?"

The voice was soft, with a gentle, bell-like quality.

It's Doria's voice.

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment.

If Doria were speaking over there, then the person in his hand wouldn't be Doria.

Slender, soft, small frame, gentle temperament.

That's Lin Shishi.

"Lin Shishi," Qin Chuan said.

There was a two-second silence in the circle.

Then a burst of laughter erupted.

"Hahahaha! You guessed wrong!" Shen Mimi laughed so hard her voice changed.

"I guessed wrong, I guessed wrong!" Keiko Kitagawa slapped her thigh.

Qin Chuan pulled off the hood.

The person standing in front of me had long, silvery-white hair that reached her waist, and her light blue cotton dress shimmered softly in the firelight.

Doria.

Qin Chuan understood immediately.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Vivian stood five meters away, her cat ears perked up, her mouth wide open, and a smug expression on her face.

"Brother Chuan, you're so smart, how did you fall for it?"

Doria couldn't help but laugh as well. Her long, silvery-white hair swayed slightly as she laughed, and she covered her mouth with one hand, her light blue eyes curving into crescent shapes.