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

Actually, breakfast wasn't that great either.

The meal consisted of bland, thin porridge served with yellow steamed buns, and each person was given a small dish of apple slices to finish within ten minutes.

Wenren Lei picked up a steamed bun and took a small bite. To her surprise, she found it tasted quite good, with a chewy and springy texture and a faint sweet corn aroma.

He savored it for a moment; it was delicious, but it lacked flavor.

Fu Yan, standing beside him, gently nudged his leg with his knee.

Wenren Lei looked over, and Fu Yan mouthed: Open your mouth.

Wenren Lei lowered her head to conceal her movements, slightly opening her mouth, intending to see what Fu Yan was up to.

The next second, he opened his eyes slightly, and a warm and tender shrimp dumpling appeared out of nowhere in his mouth.

Wenren Lei immediately covered her mouth with the back of her hand, quickly chewed and swallowed, and gently nudged Fu Yan under the table with her toes, urging him to give her another one.

Ten minutes later, thanks to Fu Yan's underhanded manipulation, the porridge and steamed buns that Wenren Lei had been eating were all replaced with shrimp dumplings and mushroom soup.

Wenrenlei ate to her heart's content, picked up a slice of apple from the plate in front of her, and chewed it with gusto.

He squeezed Fu Yan's leg under the table, feeling happy to have unexpectedly found a high-intensity sex partner.

After breakfast, Wenren Lei followed the crowd out of the cafeteria and headed towards the training ground.

Other students coming out of the cafeteria also gathered around. Wenren Lei carefully looked them over, then turned to ask, "Fu Yan, did you see the man who was dragged away last night?"

Fu Yan gently shook his head: "He probably won't be coming back."

Wenren Lei raised an eyebrow: "Does this punishment require someone to die?"

Fu Yan deliberately stood between Wenren Lei and the birch tree, and said, "Have you noticed that several of the dozen or so people who came in with us have disappeared?"

Wenren, her eyes trembling with tears, said, "I want to leave here."

Fu Yan said, "You can leave at any time."

Wenren Lei paused for a moment: "Did we come in because we need to do something?"

Fu Yan said, "I can do it."

Wenren Lei silently took two steps and said softly, "I'll go with you."

The training ground is a large, open grassy area. The snow on the grass had been cleared in advance, but today's snowfall has left a thin layer on the ground.

However, this meadow is already a rare patch of green in the icy and snowy landscape.

Outside the stadium stood a red honor roll, densely covered with strings of numbers.

"Is this the list of graduates?" Wenren asked tearfully.

0001 walked past him and said, "That's right, all the graduates' numbers are on there."

Wenren Lei's gaze fell on the list, and behind each number was a red stamp that read "Excellent".

If everyone is an outstanding graduate, then where did the less outstanding graduates go? Or, where do those who wanted to leave the manor halfway through go?

He suddenly realized that the manor had never told anyone the normal way to leave.

The morning session consisted of high-intensity physical training.

There were twelve instructors at the training ground, each leading fifty trainees.

The group assignments here are not fixed; the instructors randomly select students to be in the class.

Wenren Lei was assigned to Group Six, while Fu Yan was in Group Ten.

Wenren Lei stood in the queue, looking at the little kid who was less than 1.2 meters tall in front of her, and was very unhappy.

"You mean, I want to join your group for a 10-kilometer hike with a 20-kilogram load?"

The little boy, with an "886" metal tag pinned to his chest, nodded seriously: "Don't hold me back."

Wenren Lei found it hard to keep up: "I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on and will get a nosebleed halfway through, okay?"

Besides, he hasn't even had enough of Fu Yan yet, so why break up?

The little boy sneered, hands in his pockets, "You're not good enough to team up with me."

"You brat..." Wenren Lei raised her hand, "Report—"

"Shh!" 0001 pressed his hand down, urgently asking, "What are you doing?"

Wenren tearfully said, "I'm requesting to switch groups. I want to be with 1001."

The instructor in front slowly turned his head to look at them, and 0001 immediately said, "Instructor, we're alright!"

The instructor glanced at them indifferently, then stiffly turned his neck back to face them.

It was only then that Wenrenlei noticed that the instructors here had a strong sense of inhumanity.

Their walking posture was strange; their shoulders and backs were ramrod straight, and their knees hardly bent.

0001 tugged at him: "Don't look at the instructor."

Wenren Lei looked away and said, "Oh."

Unable to switch groups with Fu Yan, Wenren Lei was seething with anger. She started jogging as soon as training began, leaving her teammates far behind.

He didn't feel that the 20-kilogram backpack he was carrying was very heavy; it felt light and easy to carry.

Wenren Lei was marveling at himself for being a born king of soldiers.

The little boy, carrying a backpack full of stones, hunched over and caught up, sneering, "You've already wasted so much energy at the beginning, let's see how you do later!"

Wenren Lei jogged around him, repeating in a child's tone, "Don't hold me back~"

"You bad person!" The child raised his hand and wiped his nose.

Wenren Lei circled around him again: "If you delay me from getting first place, I'll spank you until your butt is a bloody mess~"

The child gripped the backpack straps with both hands, quickened his pace, and exclaimed: "Arrogant!"

Wenren Lei continued circling the child: "You've already used up so much energy at the beginning, let's see how you do later~"

The child, snot bubbles popping from his nose, yelled, "Go away!"

"Go away~~" Wenrenlei ran forward, deliberately kicking up some snow and scattering it on the child's legs.

The child was so angry that he was panting heavily, while Wenren was so happy that he laughed out loud.

The track and field on the grass is 400 meters per lap. Wenrenlei was the first to finish 25 laps and slowly walked to the finish line.

"50 minutes exactly." The instructor counted the time with a blank expression.

A staff member in a black and white uniform handed Wenren Lei a bottle of water.

"Thanks." Wenren Lei accepted it, leaning on her knees and panting heavily.

The instructor next to him kept track of the time the entire time.

Even though the weather is cold now, the training volume is so high that I feel slightly warm all over and I'm sweating profusely.

The instructor's forehead was clean and dry, and even his breathing rate remained unchanged.

Wenren Lei stood close to the instructor and could clearly see the skin on the instructor's neck, which was pale, taut, and had a waxy sheen.

They don't look like living people.

The instructor suddenly turned his head, and Wenren Lei quickly turned his head back to the training field.

"What are you looking at?"

Wenren Lei felt a little guilty, unscrewed the water bottle and took a sip: "Instructor, my teammate is really bad, can we get a better one?"

The instructor said, "No, forcibly changing teammates is a violation of the rules."

"Oh, oh," Wenren Lei replied perfunctorily.

Fu Yan was the second to reach the finish line. Standing next to Wenren Lei, he realized he should take a few breaths, so he imitated Wenren Lei and breathed slightly.

A staff member came forward and handed him water.

Wenren Lei raised her hand, placed the water she had drunk from between Fu Yan and the staff, and looked at Fu Yan, saying, "Try it."

Fu Yan took the water and sipped it. "It's quite sweet." He frowned slightly; the taste of this water wasn't quite right.

The instructor watching the two felt that their actions were against the rules and opened his mouth to speak.