Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 332: I want to play by myself

Chapter 332: I want to play by myself

"I’ve already wasted a lot of energy on this guy, so a bit more won’t hurt."

So he happily decided.

Wu Ming decided to play.

But Lin Murong didn’t want to play with him.

"I want to play by myself." Wu Ming’s body odor was too strong; he could smell it even from this distance.

Playing Go with him would mean having to sit closer, practically in a cloud of his scent.

If he fainted from the stench over time, Wu Ming would win without a fight, right?

That wouldn’t do.

"What’s the matter? Are you afraid you’ll lose to me?" Wu Ming asked.

"Who’s scared? Who would lose to you! Come on, let’s do this! See if I’m scared!" Lin Murong’s competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

Because of this, he was even willing to endure the smell emanating from Wu Ming.

Lin Murong, putting up with Wu Ming’s body odor, they both started playing Go.

Then, in the first game, Lin Murong lost.

"Unexpected, let’s play again." Lin Murong didn’t expect to lose.

Did he just lose?

Lost?

Lost to Wu Ming?

He couldn’t accept it.

"Alright, let’s play another round." Wu Ming didn’t care about conserving his energy anymore.

So they played another round.

Then...

A horrible defeat.

The loser, Lin Murong.

Lin Murong: "..."

Why? Why on earth?

How could someone as smart as him lose to Wu Ming?

"Let’s play again!" He just couldn’t believe it.

Lin Murong clearly showed his dissatisfaction.

Wu Ming looked up at him and sighed.

"Why bother?"

"What do you mean, why bother? Are you cheating? Otherwise, how could I keep losing."

"Is it possible that this game can’t be cheated? Also, is it possible that you’re just dumb..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. I’m incredibly smart, okay? How dare you slander me like this. Huh, men." Lin Murong shook his head in triple denial.

Wu Ming: "..."

Alright.

He suddenly wasn’t very keen on wasting energy anymore; he might as well just lie down.

What’s the point in playing, playing with Lin Murong is meaningless.

Wu Ming lay down right there and slept very peacefully.

Lin Murong: "???"

No, he hadn’t won yet.

How could Wu Ming just stop playing?

"Hey, get up. We’ve only played a few games. You just lie down." Lin Murong was quite unhappy.

"Tired, I just lay down."

He was hungry.

"Tired so soon? Are you weak or something?" Lin Murong thought this statement might provoke him.

"Yeah, yeah, I’m weak, I’m so weak. I haven’t eaten in so long, of course, I’m weak." Wu Ming wasn’t one to care about face.

To him, having a full stomach was far more important than keeping up appearances.

In life, the most important thing is to be shameless, especially in this apocalypse.

Face is even less necessary.

Those who care about their image won’t last long.

"But if you could treat me to a meal, we could continue playing," Wu Ming said, looking expectantly at Lin Murong.

Lin Murong was dressed so neatly, obviously a man with no worries about food and drink.

People who can’t even solve their basic needs wouldn’t care about their appearance.

Lin Murong was quite clean when he came in.

Now he was a little dirty.

But, he believed, Lin Murong definitely had food.

Not having it on him didn’t mean it wasn’t elsewhere.

It would be great if he could just hang out and mooch off Lin Murong.

Lin Murong: "..."

"Is it so serious that he can’t even afford his own meal, let alone treat Wu Ming to one?"

"Then... forget it, let’s stop playing," Lin Murong also lied down.

He didn’t know if it was because he had stayed for a long time or had gotten used to it, but Lin Murong gradually became accustomed to the smell on Wu Ming.

At first, the smell made him nauseous and dizzy, but now he didn’t even notice it.

"You... give up too quickly," Wu Ming thought. Was he destined not to eat anything today?

Wu Ming stared at the ceiling, feeling like he wanted to die but couldn’t.

Ah no, he didn’t actually want to die.

He wanted to cling to life.

It’s better to cling to life than to die.

But, he wanted to eat.

He was starving.

In the past two days, he probably had to go out again to find something to fill his belly.

He had thought that the newcomer could help him fill his belly.

Turns out, he’s an idiot.

A penniless idiot.

Wu Ming looked at Lin Murong and sighed again.

"It’s not like... why do you keep sighing at me?" Lin Murong noticed that Wu Ming had sighed several times at him.

It made him feel like a patient who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

"You... sigh..." Wu Ming felt the urge to sigh even more at Lin Murong’s foolish appearance.

Lin Murong: "???"

Alright, alright.

The conversation was thoroughly over.

Wu Ming had wanted Lin Murong to treat him to a meal, but unexpectedly, in the end, Wu Ming was the one treating.

Wu Ming’s luck was also quite something.

Just as he couldn’t stand it anymore and was about to go out to find food, a mutated rabbit somehow rushed in.

Wu Ming certainly wouldn’t let go of this food that landed straight in his lap.

The mutated rabbit was done for, and Wu Ming’s mouth started to water.

Such luxurious fortune.

Finally, he was going to eat meat.

It had been so long since he’d had meat.

He thought he would have to scrape by again today.

His last meal was just scraping by, eating things like grass roots, leaves...

Disgusting.

With such a big chunk of meat in front, Wu Ming almost couldn’t hold himself back.

"Hey, hey, hey, it’s raw! This is raw! Damn! You’re not thinking of eating it raw, are you?" Lin Murong was flabbergasted.

He knew Wu Ming was hungry, but he didn’t expect him to be this hungry.

"I just... couldn’t help it," Wu Ming said after Lin Murong stopped him. He looked at the juicy mutated rabbit and swallowed hard.

"Hold on, hold on. You’ve held on for so long before, and now that the meat is right by your mouth, it won’t hurt to wait a little longer."

Lin Murong looked at the dead mutated rabbit and felt a bit greedy himself.

He was hungry too, but not as much as Wu Ming who hadn’t eaten for so long.

He still had some food inside his stomach, so he wasn’t starving yet.

"Alright, I’ll hold back." Wu Ming was really struggling to hold himself back, but he didn’t say he was hungry enough to eat raw meat.

And typically, he could hold back.

He had held back for a long time before, and although it was difficult, holding back a bit longer wasn’t impossible.

Wu Ming had wanted Lin Murong to treat him to a meal, but now, before Lin Murong’s invitation had materialized, Wu Ming had treated him first.

The two teamed up to handle the mutated rabbit and roasted it on fire.

Due to limited resources, the preparation was quite crude.

But Wu Ming didn’t mind.

His previous meals were even cruder.

Having meat to eat was already good; he couldn’t be too picky.

As for Lin Murong, he was used to eating neatly arranged meals in the supermarket.

Now, having this rare experience had its own unique flavor.

So he didn’t mind either.

The roasted rabbit smelled more and more delicious, and Wu Ming’s mouth watered more and more.

More and more...

"Can you restrain yourself a bit?" Lin Murong couldn’t take it anymore.

Wu Ming’s drooling was excessive.

It was dripping onto the ground, which looked somewhat gross.