The protagonist who hates losers is so sweet to me.

Yu Qing followed Song Xinqi. Song Xinqi walked with heavy steps, his face dark and murderous as he headed out of the mall, even bumping into a passerby who had just come in from outside.
The passerby exclaimed, “Ouch!” and fell to the ground, still dazed from the collision. Yu Qing quickly helped him up, apologized, and continued chasing after him.
Song Xinqi turned into a narrow, deserted corner of the mall and punched the wall with all his might.
A dull thud sounded, dust fell from the wall, and blood oozed from his knuckles, leaving several red marks on the wall. A faint scent of blood reached Yu Qing’s nose.
Yu Qing hid in the corner, not daring to let Song Xinqi see him. With his thin arms and legs, he wouldn’t survive a blow from him. Better to avoid a confrontation.
Having been plagued by illness for years, he would avoid even a small pebble for fear it might take his life.
He had never seen anyone treat their body so recklessly. While clicking his tongue in disapproval, he felt a peculiar envy—how great it would be if that body were his.
As long as it didn’t involve breaking bones, he would be willing to crush stones on his chest. He looked at Song Xinqi with admiration, admiring the well-proportioned physique, broad shoulders, and lean muscles. He wanted that too.
In the early stages, Song Xinqi’s mental power was often in turmoil, though it was unstable, it came and went quickly. In no time, he calmed down.
Song Xinqi took a deep breath, frowned, and pressed his temples hard. As he walked out of the corner, he met Yu Qing head-on.
Yu Qing met Song Xinqi’s bloodshot eyes and said, “You look better now. Can we continue talking?”
Song Xinqi, not in the mood to deal with him, snapped, “Get lost.”
Why did it feel like his previous words hadn’t changed his mind at all? Did he really have to pester him to get him to take him along, just like the original host did? Was this the unavoidable force of the plot?
Lost in thought, he realized Song Xinqi wouldn’t kill him, so he decided to go all out: “Anyway, we have a mental link. No matter where you go, I’ll find you.”
“Suit yourself.” Song Xinqi didn’t even spare him a glance, rudely brushing past him and heading back into the mall.
Yu Qing took a step back, rubbing his sore shoulder, and muttered, “What an unreasonable protagonist.”
If Song Xinqi were reasonable, he wouldn’t be Song Xinqi.
For the rest of the day, Song Xinqi kept encountering Yu Qing in various places—restaurants, hotels, even on the bus. A casual glance out the window would reveal him standing at the bus stop, but when the vehicle approached, he would flee as if afraid Song Xinqi might come down and hit him.
Once or twice, Song Xinqi didn’t think much of it, but as it happened more often, he found it suspicious.
He checked every corner of his body but found no tracking device, and there was no way Yu Qing could tail him without being noticed.
This city was just a temporary stop for gathering supplies and information. He had contacted the authorities about the zombies on his first day here, but there had been no response.
It seemed they hadn’t taken his words seriously. Once he was ready, he could leave.
As night fell and streetlights lit up, Song Xinqi suddenly spoke, “Come out,” to no one in particular.
A few seconds later, a handsome young man emerged from behind a corner.
Yu Qing, having been caught, didn’t feel guilty. “See, I told you I’d find you no matter where you go.”
Song Xinqi turned around and walked towards him. Yu Qing thought he’d come to his senses and waited for him, only to be grabbed by the throat.
His eyes widened, his hands trying to pry Song Xinqi’s hand off, but his other hand held them high above his head, his body pinned against the wall.
The feeling of being choked was unbearable. His face turned red, panic rising. “What are you doing? You can’t kill me.”
Song Xinqi sneered, leaning closer, his bloodthirsty eyes full of menace. “I’ve killed so many people. Why can’t I kill you?”
Indeed, Song Xinqi had killed many people infected by zombies in Tian Luo Town. Surviving a zombie-infested town and escaping on his own was not something an ordinary person could do. If he intended to kill him, he wouldn’t follow the usual rules.
The grip on his throat tightened, and Song Xinqi’s voice was icy. “I didn’t keep you alive because I didn’t want to kill you.
I just couldn’t find the opportunity. Now that it’s dark and no one’s around, let’s see if I can kill you.”
Yu Qing’s mouth opened and closed, but he couldn’t make a sound. His face turned from red to blue, and he looked like he was about to pass out.
Suddenly, Song Xinqi’s expression changed, and he abruptly loosened his grip. Yu Qing slid down the wall, clutching his neck and coughing violently.
Song Xinqi looked at the coughing Yu Qing, a complicated emotion flickering in his eyes. He turned his neck, cracking his joints, the sound eerie in the quiet street.
Just as he was about to snap Yu Qing’s neck, he felt a sudden and intense sensation of suffocation, as if he were choking too. The feeling vanished the moment he let go.
Was it an illusion?
Yu Qing, still in a daze from his narrow escape, saw Song Xinqi crouch down in front of him.
Fear filled him as the man who almost killed him approached. He whimpered, “Don’t… don’t come closer.”
Song Xinqi grabbed his face with the same hand that had choked him.
Yu Qing whimpered, “Ah, it hurts!”
He slapped Song Xinqi’s arm, trying to free his aching face. Song Xinqi ignored his futile resistance, expressionless as he pinched his face.
It hurt. It wasn’t an illusion.
Unable to hold back anymore, Yu Qing’s tears flowed freely. Even his sobs were quiet, his body shaking with each sniffle.
Growing up, people had always treated him with extreme care, as if he were a fragile treasure. He had never been treated like this.
The people who cared about him were in another world, and now he had nothing, not even a nurse to tend to his wounds.
All he had was a big bully who almost killed him and was now pinching his face.
It really hurt!!
Seeing his tear-streaked, increasingly clear eyes, Song Xinqi felt a fleeting, unfamiliar sensation, but it quickly disappeared without leaving a trace.
The mental link was probably not a lie. Annoyance surged within him. He hated useless people, and now he had to drag this baggage along.
Yu Qing, recovering from the suffocation, saw Song Xinqi deep in thought, showing no remorse. Anger surged within him, filling his chest with an unprecedented courage.
He stopped crying, stood up, and pushed Song Xinqi hard. When it didn’t work, he glared at him fiercely and then ran back to the hotel.
Song Xinqi felt a bit speechless. Did this little wimp even realize that his supposed fierce glare had no intimidating effect?
Watching him run away, angry and in a hurry, Song Xinqi felt an itch in his hand where he had pinched his face.
Yu Qing ran all the way to his room, leaning against the door, panting heavily. He coughed, his voice hoarse, perhaps affected by the struggle, and his head felt a bit dizzy.
He wearily made his way to the bathroom and saw the bruises on his neck in the mirror. In the past, nurses would rush over to treat such injuries, but now there was no one.
After a brief moment of sadness, he pulled himself together, took a shower, applied ointment, and went to bed.
In the middle of the night,he woke up feeling unwell. He glanced at the dark sky outside, turned over, and threw off the covers.
So hot.
He wanted to get up and get a drink of water, but his legs gave out when they touched the floor, and he collapsed to the ground.
The cool floor against his burning body, he lay there, afraid to move, fearing further injury. He mumbled, “Mom, I accidentally fell.”
No one answered. He felt no familiar pain. Carefully, he got up, his mind foggy, and groped his way to the table for a drink of water before returning to bed and falling asleep again.
When he woke up again, it was already dusk. His head was still heavy, his whole body felt weak. He got up sluggishly, intending to go to the bathroom, but realized he couldn’t reach the doorknob!
He stared wide-eyed, looking up at the handle. Everything seemed taller.
What happened?
His fevered brain couldn’t handle much thinking. He rubbed his face hard to clear his mind.
After struggling to reach the bathroom handle, he found a stool and stood on it. A five or six-year-old child looked back at him from the mirror.
The child’s face was small and delicate, flushed with fever, a bit chubby, with cheeks so tender they seemed to release water if pinched.
The shrunken version of Yu Qing stood on a stool, silently looking at his five-year-old self in the mirror.
However, he quickly had no time to care about why he had become smaller, because he discovered something much more serious.
It seemed he had accidentally overslept. If he remembered correctly, the city would be overrun by zombies at sunset today, and it was already dusk.
He hadn’t even convinced Song Xinqi yet about their mental link!

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