Help, I've become a paper man

The battle is not over yet, Song Yi cannot make the decision, nor can he ask the Stardust to rest.

There is an objective reality. Unless we all say goodbye together and prepare to die, we have to work hard every day we live, as if "no one can have an easy life."

Song Yi walked around and when he came back, Xiao Que had left. The originally crowded room now became "spacious". When the girl left, she also moved Xiao Zhi's bed away.

Now in the room, apart from his belongings, there was only a pillow, which Xiaoque left for him.

It was also during the question and answer period that he said "stay".

After Song Yi finished cleaning, he fell on the bed, covered his face with the pillow, and fell asleep without thinking.

For several days, he maintained his regular life and continued to fight. Only in the first two days did they run out of weapons, which made them a little tight on money, but they quickly replenished them.

It was rare for Song Yi to hear someone praising Yan Changyue from Chenxing when she was comparing him to Zhigui, although...

"Yan Changyue, this bastard, is indeed from a wealthy family. He can afford to support a craftsman like this. If he didn't spend a huge amount of money, then poor people like us can't compare to him."

Everyone spoke with such sincerity that when Song Yi first heard it, he was moved for two seconds.

Yan Changyue is slightly better than Zhigui in terms of financial resources.

But it was just a casual remark. After the chat, everyone returned to work, continued fighting on the defense line, and began to try to spread outward again.

Time seemed to go back to the past. Stardust set out early and tried to intercept the monsters to leave more space for the camp.

The difference is that now, inside the camp, construction work has stopped, not only because of the casualties, but also because the space that was originally scarce is now abundant.

More importantly, there were indeed quite a few people alive on Yan Changyue's side, but most of them were technical personnel. Asking them to handle logistics would make Chen Xing envious, but letting those people go to the battlefield...

Chen Xing couldn't sleep well.

In the end, I don’t know what the two sides said, but now Chen Xing is responsible for going to the battlefield, while Yan Changyue is focusing on supplies.

Unconsciously, everyone's quality of life is indeed better than before. At least when it comes to weapons, Song Yi is not the only one who has customized ones.

Several stronger Stardusts have obtained this kind of "privilege", and they no longer stare at Song Yi with envy.

Those who have aspirations begin to look at the monsters, preparing to vent their anger on them while getting the attention of the big guys or the coveted attention of the craftsmen.

The previously depressed atmosphere was thus largely eased. Song Yi didn't understand it at first, but there was no one he could ask.

When he was resting, he met Ying Ru Shi and asked him about it. The other party reminded him and said:

"Stardust has a beast form. Even if you look more like a human, it doesn't mean that every Stardust is. The beast's nature will affect every Stardust."

“Whether they are aggrieved, frustrated, or extremely painful, as long as they are given a chance to vent, it can become new hope.”

"Besides, Chen Xing has no money, but Yan Changyue does. The treatment of customizing weapons is something these guys have never enjoyed."

Song Yi nodded in understanding but did not express any opinion. Both parties went about their own business.

A few days later, when Song Yi was on the road, he observed everyone intentionally and found that just as he said, Xingchen's spirit and energy had changed greatly.

Although he didn't "surrender to the enemy" directly, he was inexplicably more enthusiastic when talking about Yan Changyue. It wasn't admiration, but that kind of...

The enthusiasm of "There is a local tycoon here, I must cheat him."

Various changes happened quietly, and life seemed to be getting better. Now, there were almost no humans standing shoulder to shoulder with Song Yi.

He had also been curious. There were few humans on Dust Star, but they were not non-existent. Now when he was curious again, he found that these people were either recovering from their injuries or had already died.

Because of Xiaozhi, when he found out about it, it was really sudden. If he encountered the same possibility again, he would not be able to open his mouth to ask.

Worrying about his curiosity is other people's pain point.

Even the current illusory excitement seems to float above the pain, becoming an exaggerated decoration.

Time passed slowly, and Song Yi felt somewhat out of place because his interest was never high.

He was not as happy as before, nor did he feel bitter or resentful. He just observed in silence.

It was the same today. After coming out of the cafeteria, he prepared to go back to take a nap and continue working in the afternoon.

As a result, when Zhao Xian came to eat, they happened to be in the corridor and saw each other face to face.

If he had gone out a few seconds later, the distance might have been closer and he might have bumped into her directly, but even now, the possibility of him escaping was not high.

Song Yi turned around and tried to pretend that he didn't see the other person and slip away as planned, but that was Zhao Xian!

How can the workers let the workers go!

Zhao Xian took two quick steps, reached out from behind Song Yi, grabbed the back of his collar, and pulled it back.

But because of his height, he was pulled back not only by himself, but also by his body leaning backward.

"No, wait, no one said that you can kidnap someone instead of buying in broad daylight?" Song Yi said.

There was not much passion in these words of protest, and the spirit was still low.

Zhao Xian cooperated and let go, saying, "You can blame Zhigui. He started it first and is a good leader."

Song Yi didn't answer. While stretching his neck, he straightened his clothes and prepared to leave.

Zhao Xian said, "But it's not possible now. Yan Changyue is in the conference room, arguing with Zhi Guizheng."

The major gossip fell on Song Yi's head, instantly attracting his attention. Fortunately, the pitch was not high and no one else heard it.

Now, the only person who was attracted by him and looked at Zhao Xian was, as he expected, Song Yi.

Their eyes met each other and briefly intersected in the air, but in an instant, because of the mutual understanding, the meanings of both parties were clearly visible.

Zhao Xian wanted Song Yi to follow him, and Song Yi was indeed attracted by the gossip. The two hit it off and both changed their goals.

I was about to go out to eat, but I’ll stop eating for now.

I was originally going to sleep, but I was going to read some gossip first.

Please, it's these two who are arguing. This level of conflict is going on right now. If you are not careful, it will affect the current situation. Who can still sleep well?

Song Yi walked briskly to the meeting room. His speed was so fast that Zhao Xian, who was chasing him, cursed him in his heart as he looked at his back.

In less than two minutes, they arrived at the lobby, and after a few more steps down the corridor, they reached the meeting room.

The two parties acted in unison, and when they approached the door, they deliberately slowed down their footsteps, tried to keep their voices as low as possible, and moved quietly towards the door.

Zhao Xian's breathing was a little heavy due to his running just now. Song Yi realized the problem and took a few more glances at him. He also reacted and covered his mouth and nose directly, breathing through the gap in an attempt to reduce the noise.

Song Yi was stunned.

I can only say that you are really trying hard to listen to gossip.

However, due to the soundproofing material and the distance, it was difficult for them to hear the content clearly even when they stood in front of the door.

The two sides looked at each other, reached a consensus again, and both moved their feet, moved closer to the door panel, and listened closely.

From behind the door came Zhigui's voice, which was filled with anger:

"You knew there was danger, so why did you send people to help at that time?"