Chapter 4: , Long Review 4: Some Thoughts on the Female Lead’s Personality and Actions—

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Bian Kuang studied her carefully, as if checking to see if she was okay, then proudly showed off his beloved motorcycle: “This isn’t a Yamaha. I’m so patriotic—how could I buy something like that? I had a friend make a copy. It looks the same on the outside, but it’s been modified—much more agile. Today’s actually my first time riding it. If you want, I’ll lend it to you for a few days. How’s that? Generous, right? So, how are you going to thank me?”

Of course, Bian Changxi knew the origins of this bike. In her previous life, he’d constantly talked her ear off about this beloved motorcycle he’d had to leave behind in Jiangcheng. She’d heard about it so many times that it was the first thing that came to mind now. Since she couldn’t get her hands on something as tough as a Hummer or a Land Rover right now, this was a pretty good alternative for getting around.

She rubbed her chin. “Is your friend available? Ask him to help reduce the noise a bit—it’s too harsh. Did you bring money?”

Bian Kuang pouted, thinking to himself that the loud roar was what made a motorcycle cool—you could hear it from a mile away.

Still, he did as she asked. In his mind, his cousin must have suffered a huge shock. It was one thing for her to be cold to Bian Wei, but now she’d even cut her hair like this. Right now, she was like a little empress—whatever she said, he’d go along with it.

He made a call to have someone take the bike back for modifications, then pulled out his bank card and walked into the farmers’ market with Bian Changxi. “You said we can’t alert those people, so I can only use a small amount of money. It’s all on this card—just over a hundred thousand.”

“You’re richer than me. That’s plenty.”

The two of them walked into a wholesale shop. Bian Changxi casually picked out a few things from the shelves and pointed. “Five boxes of these compressed biscuits, twenty packs of these cookies, two boxes of Master Kong instant noodles, thirty each of these ready-to-eat beef cans, dried fish, salted duck eggs, marinated eggs, chicken legs, and sausages.”

The shop owner, seeing Bian Kuang looked like he had money, happily went to pack everything up. Bian Kuang tugged at Bian Changxi’s sleeve. “Why are you buying all this? Do you need that much food for living at school?”

“I’m planning to move out. I’ve already rented a place—this is my short-term food supply,” Bian Changxi explained breezily.

Bian Kuang frowned and pulled her aside to ask quietly, “You didn’t see that post, did you?”

“What post?”

“You know, that post! It went up just over an hour ago. Who knows which idiot wrote it, but it claims the world’s going to end at midnight tonight. The internet’s been roasting it. You’re suddenly moving out—don’t tell me you actually believe it?”

Bian Changxi’s expression darkened. Awkward. The “idiot” you’re talking about just so happens to be me.

“Yeah, I was online just now,” she replied lightly, then paused, suddenly realizing—this actually works out well.

She’d gone to an internet café to send Bai Heng an email, warning him about the apocalypse. Then, on a whim, she’d posted a thread online to warn everyone, even though she knew hardly anyone would believe it. She just wanted a clear conscience. But now, wasn’t this the perfect excuse?

Her eyes flashed as she got an idea. Lowering her voice, she said, “I hadn’t thought about it before—I just wanted to live alone for a while. But now that you mention it, I’m starting to get a little nervous. There’s no smoke without fire. Maybe that post isn’t made up. Look at how bad the flu is right now, everyone’s on edge, prices are skyrocketing—it can’t hurt to stock up on food. Oh, and I need to save some money to buy weapons. Do you know anyone?”

Bian Kuang’s jaw dropped. “You’re not serious, are you?”

Bian Changxi looked at him coolly. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

Leaving Bian Kuang behind, she went and bought two bags of rice, three big water jugs, five dozen bottles of water, several cases of high-fat milk, several cases of compressed bread, and a tray of eggs. That should be enough food for a few weeks. In fact, if she weren’t worried about unexpected events, she’d only buy enough for a few days. In the early days of the apocalypse, as long as you had guts and skills, food was easy to come by.

But she had other plans for the early stage—she couldn’t waste time fighting others for food.

Next, she went to a seed shop and bought a packet of every seed she could find.

Bian Kuang was completely baffled. Bian Changxi put on an innocent face and explained, “In novels, doesn’t the main character always have a farm or something? I have to be prepared.”

Bian Kuang was speechless. He broke down and asked, “Then should we buy some saplings and fish fry too? I hear those mystical spaces always have mountains and rivers.”

Bian Changxi thought for a moment, then nodded. “That actually makes sense.”

Bian Kuang: …

In the end, they didn’t buy saplings or fish fry—it was a bit too much, and they wouldn’t need them for now anyway.

Then she dragged Bian Kuang to an outdoor gear store, bought a few sets of lightweight, sturdy clothes, picked out some super cool military-style fitted hiking outfits, and also got hiking boots, backpacks, solar flashlights, compasses, lighters, and other supplies.

Just like that, they spent over 30,000 yuan.

With the remaining money, plus Bian Changxi’s own savings, they had about 80,000 left. Bian Kuang did have a way to get a kit-assembled handgun, but he absolutely refused to let Bian Changxi touch one. After some haggling, Bian Changxi compromised and bought three genuine straight-edged knives instead.

One was a 20-inch rosewood straight knife, and the other two were silver, curved, leg-strapped knives. She asked the seller to sharpen them all.

Actually, Bian Changxi had considered it—her marksmanship wasn’t bad, but bullets were consumables. In the later stages of the apocalypse, firearms often weren’t as practical or effective as cold weapons. In the early days, the military, government, and law enforcement still kept things tight, while criminal gangs were rampant. Carrying a gun would only bring trouble. It was better to practice her knife skills and train her body. Anyway, zombies weren’t that strong at first—she should be able to handle them.

The three knives used up the last of their 80,000 yuan. With a hundred-yuan bill she’d kept in her wallet, Bian Changxi treated Bian Kuang to a hearty outdoor barbecue. Looking at the groups of people chatting and laughing under the bright lights, Bian Changxi squinted and smiled. “If the apocalypse really comes, we’ll never get to sit around eating barbecue so casually again.”

Bian Kuang took a swig of beer straight from the bottle and said cheerfully, “So what? As long as you want, no matter what happens or where we are, your big bro will barbecue for you.” Then, getting a little excited, he added, “Look at you, you’ve got me all worked up too—it really feels like the world’s ending tomorrow. But this big shopping spree does feel like prepping for a getaway. It’s kind of fun.”

Bian Changxi’s heart stirred. “This is nothing. If we were really going all out, we’d be buying vehicles, fuel, all the big stuff, and storing supplies by the warehouse. We’d have a detailed plan for surviving the apocalypse. What we’re doing is just small potatoes.” She paused. “Too bad the post said the world ends at midnight tonight—there’s no time to do much more.”

Bian Kuang’s eyes lit up, and he fell silent for a moment. Suddenly, he said firmly, “If the apocalypse really comes, I’ll come get you and bring you back to the family estate.”

Bian Changxi was startled. “Don’t you dare! I’m better off on my own.”

Bian Kuang thought she was just being stubborn and tried to persuade her, but then figured, how could there really be an apocalypse? He just shook his head at himself.

But Bian Changxi became serious, looking up at him. “I mean it. If the apocalypse really comes, look at all the preparations I’ve made—I’m not going down easily. But if I go back, you know those people can’t wait for me to die so they can split my father’s shares. I’d actually be safer on my own! Even if they let me stay, I’d have no status, no freedom—what kind of life is that? Bian Kuang, if you really care about me, don’t come looking for me!” She paused, then added, “At least wait until you’ve built up some strength. I don’t want to be looked down on together with you.”

After the apocalypse, things like shares and companies were worthless—no one cared about harming her anymore. But those people would turn on her without a second thought. The humiliation of returning to the Bian family in her previous life still stuck in her throat—she’d never live like that again.

She clenched her fists. In the apocalypse, strength was all that mattered. This time, she was determined to awaken her powers early—even if it was still wood-type, she’d walk the path of the strong.

And that jade bracelet farm—she had to develop it as quickly and thoroughly as possible. That would be her greatest asset in the apocalypse.

This time, no one would ever covet her treasures or threaten her life again!"