Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 208: When is the next episode?

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Inside the dimly lit room, a thin nylon string stretched across the ceiling, sagging under the weight of numerous dirty clothes. The stale air carried a faint musty scent, a mixture of damp fabric and dust.

Since it was already late, they decided against cleaning another room. It wasn't unusual to find abandoned clothing and trash in places they used for temporary shelter. Yu Baoyin didn't think much of it—every camp they stopped at was littered with remnants of those who had come before.

After sweeping the room, Nanzhi gathered the trash outside and set it ablaze. The small fire flickered in the cold night, casting fleeting shadows against the cracked walls.

Even now, Yu Baoyin couldn't shake off the words Helen Wu had said earlier. Her gaze drifted toward the door, where the other team had chosen to rest.

Before he could dwell on it further, an unexpected voice broke the silence.

"Ah… I didn't mean to intrude!" Helen Wu's soft, sugary tone filled the room. She hesitated at the entrance, her delicate face carrying a mixture of timidity and goodwill. "I just wanted to thank you all for your hard work today! Fighting those alien beasts must have been exhausting! I'm a water-attribute awakener, so I thought… maybe you could use some water?"

Feng Ran's gaze landed on the water bottles she carried. Something about this situation made his eyebrows twitch.

"Oh no, please don't misunderstand!" Helen Wu quickly added, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I just admire strong people who protect others. If I'm being a bother, I can just leave these here and go…"

She threw a fleeting glance at Lin Weihao from the corner of her eye, but to her dismay, he wasn't even looking at her. Instead, his full attention was on sharpening the sickle in his hands, its cold edge gleaming ominously under the dim light.

Just then, Zhao Lin happened to pass by on her way to the bathroom. She halted mid-step when she caught sight of the water bottles in Helen Wu's hands.

Earlier, she had been forced to trade a whole biscuit just for two sips of water. Yet this woman—who had clutched her head, whining about a headache—suddenly had enough strength to offer water to others?

Zhao Lin scoffed. A certified green tea bitch.

It wasn't hard to guess Helen Wu's intentions. Now that she knew about Lin Weihao's lightning-based power, she was undoubtedly trying to cozy up to him.

Lifting the corners of her lips into a smirk, Zhao Lin strode toward the door and spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Oh no, how's your headache! But wait…" She tilted her head mockingly. "Didn't you say earlier that you couldn't make any more water? Strange how your strength came back just in time to give Sir Lin a drink. Maybe your ability isn't water-based but man-based?"

The room fell into stunned silence.

All eyes turned toward Helen Wu.

Her face flushed crimson, her fingers curling into her sleeves. Yet, despite her embarrassment, she maintained a pitiful smile. "Sister Zhao, you must have misunderstood. I… I really didn't mean anything bad! I just felt so guilty for our group not helping earlier, so when I started feeling a little better, I wanted to at least do something small to show our gratitude… But if you think I was wrong, I'm really sorry…"

Her voice trembled slightly, as if she was on the verge of tears.

Feng Ran, far more experienced than Yu Baoyin and the two clueless boys when it came to sniffing out green tea behavior, almost rolled his eyes. At first, it had been subtle, but now the scent was overwhelming.

He scooted closer to Nanzhi and whispered, "A green tea is out to get your man. Why are you not doing anything?"

Nanzhi didn't even blink. She leisurely sipped her cola and lazily crushed a melon seed between her fingers. "Why should I? We can't use our phones right now, and there's free drama right in front of us. The apocalypse is depressing enough—at least someone's working hard to keep things interesting."

She cracked another melon seed and offered one to Feng Ran. "Want some?"

Feng Ran was speechless. She was really unbothered!

"You don't get it," he whispered urgently. "So many pretty boys in my company courted this green tea Wu, and she made them her die-hard fans. Even married men fell under her skirt. What if she manages to seduce Brother Lin under your nose?"

Nanzhi suddenly turned her head.

Her smile remained, but something about it sent a chill down Feng Ran's spine.

"If he really was seduced…" She paused, crushing a melon seed into powder. "I'll cut off his third leg."

Feng Ran reflexively squeezed his thighs. Damn, that was brutal.

Lin Weihao, who had been sharpening his weapon, suddenly felt an intense gaze drilling into him. He lifted his head, only to meet Nanzhi's eerie stare.

His brows furrowed. What was Zhi Zhi looking at him like that for? Did he do something wrong?

Then, he caught sight of Feng Ran.

Lin Weihao's gaze darkened. His expression clearly read: What did you say about me? Are you stirring trouble?

Feng Ran immediately backed away. "Oof—I didn't say anything!"

Meanwhile, Zhao Lin had already turned to leave, but before she could step out, Cho Jin appeared behind her.

"Cho Jin," she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy, "if you don't put a leash on your girlfriend, she'll run off during her heat and find another owner."

Cho Jin's face darkened. "Sister Zhao, you're going too far. Don't speak ill of Helen."

Zhao Lin sneered. "Continue to be blind. Someday, that blindness will cost you dearly. By then, don't say I didn't warn you."

She left, her lips curling in satisfaction.

Helen Wu clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She had been thoroughly humiliated tonight.

Through the crack of the door, she caught sight of Nanzhi again—sitting leisurely, munching on melon seeds, watching her as if she were a street performer trying too hard.

Helen Wu's lips twitched.

She turned on her heel and stormed out.

Nanzhi watched her retreating figure and smirked. Zhao Lin won this round. When's the next episode?

Meanwhile, outside, the night stretched long.

It was Lin Weihao and Nanzhi's turn for the night watch.

Zhao Lin had been feeling unwell earlier. When she went to the bathroom, she discovered her 'Auntie' had arrived.

Cho Jin, ever the protective fool, never let Helen Wu do night watch.

At this moment, Wu Hao was on guard duty while Helen Wu and Cho Jin slept soundly beside each other.

Zhao Lin sneered. She got up.

Unbeknownst to her, a pair of sharp eyes cracked open from the darkness, watching her movements.

She walked toward the bathroom, but just as she reached for the knob, she heard a faint tapping behind her.

Before she could react, a sphere of water suddenly formed around her head.

Her breath was cut off instantly. Ice-cold liquid forced its way into her nose and mouth, suffocating her within seconds.

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Through the reflection of a shattered mirror, she caught sight of a figure.

Helen Wu.

Her face was calm—almost gentle—but her eyes burned with hatred.

Her lips curled as she whispered, "Zhao Lin, you should have stayed out of the way."