In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

1000 slowly shook off his hand: "What kind of severe punishment is it that makes you so anxious?"

0001 said, "You're just a newborn calf that's not afraid of tigers. Look at the people here, who among them isn't afraid of punishment?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the next dormitory opened, and 1001, who was tall and had long legs, slowly walked out.

1000's eyes lit up instantly; this man, who looked sexually apathetic, was exactly his type.

I hope it's not actually frigidity.

He gestured with his chin toward 1001: "He doesn't seem afraid at all."

0001 said helplessly, "Never mind that, just come with me."

1001 approached the two and politely said, "Excuse me, may I walk with you? I'm not sure where the banquet is located."

1000 readily agreed: "Sure, I'll take you."

0001 thought to himself: You don't even know the way yourself, yet you dare to bring others along.

The next second, 1000 spoke up: "Roommate, lead the way."

0001 has been speechless too many times today, and is somewhat numb: "Alright, please follow me, you two."

The two followed 0001's hurried pace and strode forward.

1000 kept glancing at the man beside him. It was a bit annoying that he was so handsome when he had nothing better to do—he couldn't have him anyway.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, 1001's hand quietly approached and gently hooked 1000's little finger with his little finger.

1000's heart skipped a beat, and he slowed down and beckoned to 1001 with his index finger.

1001 leaned down slightly, and 1000 whispered in his ear, "So forward on our first meeting? Will you come to my dorm tonight and sleep in my bed?"

After hearing this, 1001 had a "I knew it" expression on his face. This person had lost his memory again.

He smiled slightly and said, "I might consider it if the opportunity arises."

After rushing to catch up with the main group, 0001 finally stopped turning back so often to urge the two of them on.

The three followed the trainees through a gray-white corridor.

1000 looked around, and the gray and white buildings and the gray uniforms of the students all around the manor made 1000 feel so ugly that he wanted to close his eyes.

The streetlights along the path were dim, and the birch trees planted on both sides stood silently, looking somewhat eerie in the night.

0001 leaned closer and whispered to 1000, "Do you know that person, number 1001?"

1000 smiled and said, "We just met, but he'll soon be my hookup." He politely asked, "Can you stay out tonight? I've asked him to sleep with me."

"You..." 0001 smirked, "Can you even treat me like a human being?"

1000 said, "Do whatever you want."

Before long, the group arrived at the banquet hall.

The interior was decorated in a depressing, decaying, and dimly lit style, yet it was also unique, resembling the style of a medieval castle.

Inside the rectangular hall, there were five extra-long dining tables covered with red velvet tablecloths, with a long row of decorations such as fresh flowers and candlesticks in the middle of the tables.

As soon as the trainees entered, they took their seats according to their assigned numbers.

0001 said, "The three of us have consecutive numbers, so we're sitting together. Follow me."

The three of them took their seats.

0001 sat opposite at the dining table, and 1001 sat next to 1000.

1000 was secretly pleased, and quietly moved her chair closer to 1001, lowering her voice: "What a coincidence, what's your name?"

The person opposite, 0001, silently looked over.

1001 turned its head to look at 1000, tapped the metal name tag on its chest with its fingertip, and said with a smile, "My name is 1001."

1000 raised an eyebrow; he had almost forgotten that he couldn't even remember his own name.

His smile suddenly faltered slightly. Under the tablecloth, 1001 took his hand and pulled it onto her lap, her fingertips repeatedly tracing something in his palm.

1000 leaned back in his chair, casually glancing at everyone at the table, but his attention was actually focused on his palms.

Fu Yan.

The two characters written repeatedly in 1001 are Fu Yan.

1000's fingers tightened unconsciously.

This man named Fu Yan had hands as cold as a corpse.

But why does Fu Yan remember his own name?

Fu Yan's fingertips continued to trace patterns on his palm.

1000 picked up the water in front of her and took a sip. It wasn't until Fu Yan wrote it for the fourth time that the name popped into 1000's mind—Wenren Lei.

He subconsciously claimed the name as his own.

As if he could read Fu Yan's mind, Fu Yan gently tapped his palm twice.

Wenren Lei put down his glass and nodded slightly. It seems that his name is indeed Wenren Lei.

He looked at the man beside him again.

Even though he and 0001 were both strangers, she inexplicably trusted Fu Yan.

At this moment, people dressed in black and white uniforms pushed food carts and distributed food to everyone.

Wenren Lei then realized the strangeness of the banquet.

The hall, which could hold hundreds of people, was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

No one spoke; everyone sat upright, their faces filled with an almost morbid anticipation as they stared intently at the food cart.

Wenren Lei asked softly, "How often is this banquet held?"

0001 said, "Every day."

Wenrenlei was puzzled. Could it be that the banquet had invited some top chef, making everyone so hungry?

Before long, each person was served a plate of roasted lamb chops and bouillabaisse.

Wenren Lei glanced at the dishes and rated them as mediocre.

He glanced at the reactions of those around him; their anticipation only increased, and some were even staring at their plates, swallowing hard.

"Congratulations everyone, you've taken another step closer to becoming an outstanding student."

Suddenly, someone spoke from the stage in front.

Everyone turned their heads in unison to look at the person who was speaking.

Wenren Lei looked over and saw that the person speaking on the stage was an instructor. He seemed to enjoy the attention and continued speaking.

Wenren Lei glanced at the people around her out of the corner of her eye. Even though some people were so hungry that they were swallowing their saliva, they still didn't dare to turn their heads toward their plates.

Someone gently pinched my side; it was Fu Yan's icy hand.

Wenren Lei didn't know how he could understand Fu Yan's meaning. Anyway, he obediently turned around and, like everyone else, looked at the instructor in front of him with a look of worship.

After delivering his brainwashing speech, the instructor smirked: "Very good. Only those trainees who can finish all their food properly and elegantly are eligible to receive today's red wine. Now, you may eat."

The clinking of knives and forks immediately filled the huge banquet hall.

Everyone wanted to stuff the food in front of them into their mouths, yet everyone tried their best to restrain themselves and not dare to lose control.

Across from me, 0001 stuffed a large mouthful of meat into his mouth, taking a moment to remind me, "Wasting food will be punished."

It was punishment again. Wenren Lei picked up the knife and fork on the placemat, cut off a piece of roasted lamb chop, and before putting it in his mouth, he subconsciously looked at Fu Yan.

After Fu Yan nodded gently, Wenren Lei finally felt relieved and ate her food.

It's strange, but I actually trusted a stranger in an unfamiliar environment. Was it because he was good-looking?

Once everyone in the banquet hall had finished eating, the person responsible for distributing the food came forward to collect everyone's tableware.

Next, they placed a stemmed glass in front of each person, filled with a small amount of dark red liquid.

The wine has a pleasant aroma, but there's a faint, almost imperceptible, fishy-sweet scent hidden within it.

Wenren Lei frowned slightly; he didn't really want to drink this.