ctnovel Chapter 15 Cherry Blossom Expert: He's doomed without weapons! Su Chen: Hiccup!
Chapter 15 Cherry Blossom Expert: He's doomed without weapons! Su Chen: Hiccup!
Su Chen glanced down at it.
A silver-gray constant temperature water bag, bulging and warm when squeezed.
The three packages of premium military rations were vacuum-sealed and covered with a densely printed nutritional information sheet.
The last item rolled to the corner of the truck bed, round and plump, and hit the tracks with a dull thud.
Su Chen reached out and picked it up.
an apple.
It has a smooth skin, is quite large, and has two tender green leaves.
He glanced again at the bananas that had rolled out beside him—three of them, stem and all, their peels still a bright, vibrant yellow, without a single black spot.
S-level disaster zone.
Acidic swamp.
Fresh fruit.
Su Chen put the apples on the truck bed and began tidying up the other things.
The live stream room on Da Xia's channel was in complete chaos.
Wait, wait, wait!! That's an apple?!
[Am I seeing things? The supply crate actually contained fresh apples?!]
[Bananas! More bananas! Still with the stem attached! And the peels aren't even black!]
I had just finished brushing my teeth and was about to go to bed when I saw this. I ran back without even rinsing my mouth!
In the studio.
Lin Xiaotang stared at the screen, her hand holding the cup frozen in mid-air.
The camera gave the apple a very close-up; it was bright red, and its two green leaves were motionless.
Lin Xiaotang's throat moved slightly as she swallowed.
This scene was captured precisely and projected onto the screen.
The live chat exploded instantly.
[Sister Lin!!! You just swallowed!!!]
[Hahahaha, I saw it with my own eyes! The host was drooling!]
[Teacher Lin Xiaotang was staring at an apple and swallowing hard at 2:30 AM; the entire internet showed their understanding!]
[Sister, are you hungry?! Su Shen will be eating later, you can watch from afar!]
Lin Xiaotang snapped out of her daze, leaned back in her chair, and chuckled.
"I don't……"
She wanted to explain, but after glancing at the comments, she shut up.
It can't be explained.
Zhao Mingyuan pushed the teacup away, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
"The contents of the Tier A supply crate exceeded expectations."
He paused.
"Military rations have a high calorie density, as for fruit..."
He paused for a moment.
"A source of vitamins and minerals. In an S-class disaster zone, this stuff is more valuable than weapons."
A comment appeared on the screen: "Professor Zhao, you're not calming down either!"
Zhao Mingyuan ignored him.
On the screen, Su Chen had already secured the water bags and military rations into the truck bed, while the apples and bananas were placed separately to the side.
He tore open a bag of military rations, poured out a few compressed biscuit-like things, smelled them, and put them in his mouth.
I chewed twice and then stopped.
Then he continued chewing.
He sat cross-legged on the hard ground, picked up a banana, and peeled it.
Take a bite.
Su Chen chewed quietly, without any extra expression.
But he then casually peeled the second banana as well.
The entire audience in Da Xia's live stream fell silent for three seconds.
Then it exploded.
[Takeoff! Su Shen has takenoff!]
[S-Class Mud Swamp Resort Officially Launched! Su Chen is awesome!]
While other players around the world are struggling for their lives, Su Shen is sitting in the mud eating bananas. Is this game fair?!
[Fair! He dug up the A-grade chest himself! He got his vacation based on his own merit!]
My mom asked me what variety show was playing on my phone, and I said it was a survival show. She said, "Why is the main character in a survival show eating a banana?"
Your mother is right.
The Lighthouse Country Studio.
The assistant host pushed the translated comments in front of James.
James stared at it for three seconds, then flipped the paper over and placed it face down on the table.
"...Marcus's supplies are quite plentiful today..."
The deputy host lowered his head and remained silent.
A line of large characters floated across the comment section: Abundant. Those 10,000 bottles of water, enough for one person per person in the whole country, is indeed abundant.
James didn't see it and kept talking.
Nobody is listening.
In the Japanese studio, Fujino Masaki took off and put on his gold-rimmed glasses, staring at Su Chen eating, and remained silent for a long time.
His partner quietly moved to a different position.
"...Teacher Fujino, would you like to—"
"want."
Masaki Fujino abruptly interrupted, speaking directly to the camera without his usual restraint, his speech becoming half a beat faster.
"I must point out a very serious problem here."
His partner shrank back.
"I admit that Su Chen's current condition has exceeded my initial expectations."
He adjusted his glasses.
"But everyone, don't forget, he's currently in an S-class disaster zone, a desolate swamp, with no reliable weapons available!"
He picked up the tablet on the table, pulled up the live footage of the Indian army fighting the lizard, and pushed it in front of the camera.
The 12.7mm heavy machine gun bullets hit the back of the D-class mutant, sparks flying, but had no effect.
Finally, I used an RPG to squeeze through the gaps in the abdominal armor and blasted one to death.
The cost was more than a dozen lives.
"Did you all see that?" Masaki Fujino put the tablet back. "Even a regular army with heavy weapons has to pay this price to deal with a D-rank monster."
He paused for a moment.
"What does Su Chen rely on now? A rusty iron shovel? Can he rely on luck to break through the breathing hole again?"
"The further he goes, the higher the level of monsters he encounters—C-rank, B-rank—and sooner or later there will be a day when he can't even pry them up with his shovel!"
He pushed the tablet aside and faced the camera again.
"Therefore, my judgment is that the better his current condition, the more gruesome his death will be later. Because he simply has no means of fighting!"
There was a two-second silence in the Japanese studio.
Discussions among neutral viewers from various countries began to appear in the bullet comment section.
"...Teacher Fujino is right. No matter how strong your perception is, it's useless if you can't break through the monster's shell."
"But Su Chen always had a way before, maybe he still has a backup plan?"
"The D-rank Swamp Devourer relies on a single attack to exploit its weakness; the next one might not have that opportunity..."
In Da Xia's live broadcast room, Zhao Mingyuan picked up his teacup, didn't drink from it, and put it back.
Lin Xiaotang glanced at him.
"Professor Zhao, what do you think of Professor Fujino's statement?"
Zhao Mingyuan paused for a moment.
"What he said isn't without merit."
The live chat immediately exploded: Huh?? Professor Zhao, you think so too??
"but."
Zhao Mingyuan pushed the teacup aside.
"Every action Su Chen took, when reviewed afterward, proved that he had anticipated it."
He paused.
"What I want to know more about now is how he sees this matter."
On the screen, Su Chen finished chewing the last bite of military rations, clapped his hands, and picked up the apple.
He rubbed it on his trouser leg and took a bite.
The crisp sound was transmitted around the world through the live broadcast microphone.
The barrage of comments on the Da Xia screen was incessant.
[I'm crying. Su Shen is eating an apple in the S-level disaster zone, and I'm crying here.]
While other athletes are struggling to survive abroad, Su Shen is having a picnic here.
Fujino said he was going to die sooner or later, but then he was eating an apple in the mud. What a contrast!
[Forget what Fujino is saying, just focus on watching the mukbang!]
Then Su Chen raised his head.
The live stream camera was pointed directly at him.
He calmly stuffed a large piece of apple into his mouth, right in front of billions of viewers worldwide.
I chewed it twice.
He let out a burp.
The density of comments in Da Xia's live stream completely overwhelmed the server.
[Su Shen, can you please consider the global live stream?!]
He truly doesn't care, not at all!!!
[Top-tier mukbang! S-class swamp mukbang! An unprecedented swamp mukbang!]
Lin Xiaotang buried her face in her hands, her shoulders trembling.
Masaki Fujino stared at the scene, took off his glasses, wiped them again, and put them back on.
The partner cautiously turned his head.
"...Teacher Fujino?"