When Fang Yangyang realised she had transmigrated into a book, she had already followed the university club team to Chengyi Square.
She sat on a bench, watching the other club members set up promotional signs for this year’s autumn sowing season event.
The blazing sun hung overhead.
Sunlight fell over her, and passers-by could not help but glance at her a few extra times.
Her skin was white as snow, her eyes like stars. The beautiful girl seemed troubled, her brows slightly furrowed as she stared at her delicate, jade-like fingertips. As if dazed, she turned her palm over, then looked at the back of her hand. Only after a long while did she raise her hand to cover her face and let out a helpless sigh.
She had transmigrated into a book.
That was the undeniable truth.
Fang Yangyang recalled the apocalyptic novel she had read while staying in a hospital ward. The more she thought about it, the tighter her lips pressed together.
It was a male-oriented, power-up apocalypse wasteland novel her older sister had bought from a roadside bookstall. The male lead, second male lead, third male lead, and other supporting characters formed a team and struggled through the apocalypse. In the end, they successfully built an apocalypse base. The surviving humans migrated into the base, and after long experiments, humanity finally developed a medicine targeting mutated animals and plants. The animals and plants, which had become terrifying and vicious after the arrival of the apocalypse and the awakening of abilities, were gathered, managed, and treated.
At the end of the novel, humanity welcomed a new era.
Newborns inherited the awakened abilities of their parents. At the same time, they would live in a stable environment free from mutated animals and plants…
Humanity officially entered the age of abilities.
The apocalypse ended. Everything awaited reconstruction. The genes of all living creatures on the planet had undergone further mutation and evolution.
…
Fang Yangyang stared at the back of her hand for a long while. She bit her lip and rubbed the smooth, flawless skin with her fingers.
Ever since she had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, she had never left the hospital. Because her blood vessels were too thin, the early needle insertions had left countless bruises on the back of her hand. Later, after switching to an indwelling needle in her arm, the needle marks on the back of her hand had still never faded.
Half an hour ago, she had woken up from a nap in a single dorm room. Fang Yangyang had thought she was having a lucid dream. During chemotherapy in the hospital, she was always groggy and dreaming. She just had not expected this dream to feel so real.
After waking, she received a phone message and followed the campus club group that had gathered downstairs.
She thought it was just a messy dream.
Until ten minutes ago, when she heard someone say that today was September 3rd.
She also heard someone mention the name of the male lead from that apocalypse novel—
“Yan Fengji.”
“Have you heard? Yan Fengji from the medical school got recommended for postgraduate study at our university this year. His supervisor has already started mentoring him.”
“Huh? Isn’t he only a senior this year?”
“He’s basically a god-tier student. How can ordinary people like us compare?”
“Yan Fengji.”
A name that sounded rather unconventional and pretentious in the real world.
The moment it rang beside her ear, Fang Yangyang froze. Only then did she begin to truly perceive everything around her.
In Fang Yangyang’s real world, it was still early March, the beginning of spring, with lingering cold in the air.
But here and now, sunlight poured down. In this subtropical region, September was not yet truly autumn, and the heat was unbearable.
She heard the milk tea shop near Chengyi Square broadcasting today’s new drink.
Her phone chimed. Someone sent her a message asking if there was anything she wanted to drink.
Fang Yangyang stared blankly at the screen. The message did not register in her mind.
She realised that she had transmigrated into a book.
And she had arrived twenty-four hours before the apocalypse began.
In another twenty-four hours, the whole world would undergo a biological genetic mutation.
From the simplest roadside tree, to the most pitiful stray cats and dogs in the streets and alleys, to the fierce tigers and lions in the zoo, and the countless macaques on the nearby monkey mountain…
They would all mutate at the same time. This mutation was more effective and compatible in animals and plants than in humans.
Because of this, early-stage humans became the weaker side in their struggle against mutated creatures.
It was only later, when people began collecting crystal cores from dead mutated animals and plants and absorbing their energy to strengthen their abilities, that humans gradually grew into powerful ability users capable of killing mutated creatures on their own.
However, none of that had anything to do with Fang Yangyang herself.
Fang Yangyang was a cannon-fodder female supporting character in the apocalypse novel. On the very first day of the apocalypse, because she had kept many flowers and plants in her dorm room, the plants mutated, wrapped around the door, and trapped her inside.
With no food or water, she barely survived seven days before dying at the very beginning of the novel.
In the original text, Fang Yangyang’s ability awakening was only briefly mentioned:
“Global mutation. On the fifth day, humans awakened abilities. While Fang Yangyang clung to life in the dormitory, she did not awaken any ability… Any one of the five elements—metal, wood, water, fire, or earth—could have saved her from her current predicament, but she awakened none of them. In the end, she died in Chun Ya Dormitory at Xichi University.”
Thinking of this, Fang Yangyang’s heart trembled.
She decided that before the apocalypse arrived, she would pack up some clothes and daily necessities and never return to the original owner’s dorm room again.
Then, when she thought of the original owner’s lack of talent for awakening abilities, her grief deepened. For a moment, she could not even tell whether transmigrating into this book was a good thing or a bad thing.
Pancreatic cancer—one of the malignant tumours with the worst prognosis. Even if she continued treatment in the hospital, she would not live past twenty.
Now she had transmigrated into an apocalypse novel and become an early-death cannon-fodder female supporting character, one who would not awaken any abilities…
Even if she avoided her original death, in the harsh environment of the apocalypse, how long could she survive?
Fang Yangyang fell silent.
She could not help raising her hand and anxiously biting her knuckle as she stared blankly around her.
Xichi University. In the apocalypse novel, it was the best university in the country. Its students were outstanding; only those ranked in the top hundred of major provinces and cities nationwide had a chance of admission.
After the apocalypse arrived, relying on a group of excellent, strategic, and reliable teachers and young students, the faculty and students worked together. Their survival rate reached as high as sixty percent, preserving one of Huaguo’s most elite forces for humanity’s future revival.
The male lead, second male lead, and third male lead were all students of Xichi University.
Yan Fengji, a senior at Xichi University’s medical school who had been recommended for postgraduate study, had outstanding grades and was exceptional in every way—an elite among elites. He organised and coordinated the surviving teachers and students of Xichi University, made wise decisions, saved the lives of most of the faculty and students, and collectively relocated them to a safe area.
Meng Zizhao, a sophomore at Xichi University’s School of Aeronautics, had excellent physical ability. His family was involved in aviation, and he had already obtained an aviation flight permit abroad. In the apocalypse novel, he later became an important force in air transportation.
Dou Qing, a junior in bioinformatics at Xichi University’s Institute of Information Security and Big Data, was a top student. In the future, he made a huge contribution to the development of the medicine that allowed humans to manage mutated animals and plants.
…
Fang Yangyang looked around and was stunned to discover that, at this very moment, all three of these important male characters had appeared within a hundred metres of her.
On a bench not far away sat Dou Qing, holding a tablet and stylus, working through electronic practice papers.
At the fixed training field of the School of Aeronautics, on the green lawn inside Chengyi Square, many students were doing anti-dizziness single-person ladder-wheel training. Meng Zizhao was one of them. He handed the bottle of mineral water in his hand to another boy, leapt easily onto the wheel, gripped it with both hands, kept his body straight, and completed more than ten metres of wheel-rolling training across the grass.
As for Yan Fengji, he stood at the entrance of the milk tea shop, perhaps buying milk tea for his classmates. The young man’s back was straight. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, his side profile cold and indifferent. Holding his phone, he seemed to be reading messages.
Fang Yangyang took a deep breath.
She wanted to survive.
And since she wanted to survive, she had to cling to someone powerful.
Fang Yangyang recalled their final endings in the apocalypse novel.
The male lead, Yan Fengji, became one of the founders of the apocalypse base. There was no shortage of women around him; many willingly offered themselves to him.
The second male lead, Meng Zizhao, and all his family members survived until the end of the novel. After humanity successfully dealt with mutated animals and plants, his family arranged blind dates for him with young women of equal status.
The third male lead, Dou Qing, had no parents and had grown up in an orphanage. Relying on his extraordinary brain, he successfully developed the medicine and became one of the greatest contributors to humanity’s revival. From the beginning of the apocalypse to its end, he remained single…
Fang Yangyang bit her lip.
Her gaze fell on the young man sitting on the bench not far away, head lowered as he worked through mock questions.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses. His skin was pale, and his features were clear and handsome. It was only because he did not take much care of himself that the loose strands of hair on his forehead fell messily down.
Courage rose in Fang Yangyang’s chest.
She glanced at the watch on her wrist.
There were twenty-three hours and thirty-five minutes left until the apocalypse began.
The young and beautiful girl wore a snow-white dress. The hem rippled under the sunlight, casting a beautiful rainbow-like glow. Sunlight passed through the delicate lace edges, leaving behind a faint, ambiguous breeze and a dreamlike beauty.
Her cheeks were as pink as clouds, her eyes bright as stars. She quietly sat down beside the young man.
Dou Qing’s finger, which had been sliding across the tablet screen, trembled slightly.
Before he could say anything, he heard a soft, sweet voice beside his ear, like mist and clouds.
“Dou Qing, I’ve liked you for a long time… Could you please be my boyfriend?”
His finger trembled violently across the tablet screen, and he directly closed the unfinished postgraduate entrance exam practice app.
Dou Qing’s throat felt dry and tight. He stared fixedly at her for half a second, then immediately nodded and answered.
“Okay.”
It was obvious that his clean, decisive answer startled her into freezing for a second.
Dou Qing slowly swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“I mean, okay. I’m willing to be your boyfriend.”
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