"Uh... You're in charge..." Xing Fang thought for a moment. He really didn't have any ambition or leadership talent. Besides, there were only three people in total. There was absolutely no need to have conflicts over such a thing, so he simply admitted Han Yang's leadership position.

  "What about you?" Han Yang shifted the topic to Guo Xiaobei. "Do you welcome me to join?"

  "..." Guo Xiaobei really wished he could say that he didn't welcome him, but that would require courage, and it happened that he was short of that.

  "Hmm?" Han Yang snorted in dissatisfaction. In that snort, there was an air of not allowing refusal, a hint of doubt, and dissatisfaction from having his pride offended.

  For the first time, Guo Xiaobei realized that he could actually sense so many emotions from just one word. Maybe after the zombie system was installed, his ability to appreciate literature had also improved.

  Xing Fang gently kicked Guo Xiaobei under the table. He didn't know what was wrong with Guo Xiaobei or why he had such an attitude. He just thought that Guo Xiaobei should have a good relationship with Han Yang. Otherwise, Han Yang wouldn't always pay attention to Guo Xiaobei's every move, nor would he let Guo Xiaobei address him in such a special way.

  Guo Xiaobei looked at Xing Fang and understood the meaning in his eyes. After struggling a lot, he reluctantly said, "I... I also welcome you..."

  "Really?" Han Yang asked suspiciously.

  "Really!" Guo Xiaobei nodded vigorously.

  "Then why aren't you smiling?"

  "..." Damn it! I'm not a clown! Even though he thought so, Guo Xiaobei still forced a smile, but it was an extremely painful-looking smile.

  Xing Fang took a look and immediately lowered his head to start eating. He was muttering in his heart, Maybe these two don't have as good a relationship as he thought. Otherwise, why did Xiao Bei's smile look almost like crying?

  Han Yang didn't care, though. Looking at Guo Xiaobei's smile, he picked up his drink with satisfaction and watched while drinking.

  Guo Xiaobei was furious in his heart: Am I your side dish while you're drinking!

  After having a nice meal, the three of them simply tidied up and then started to choose rooms. Han Yang had already chosen his room and was just standing by the wall watching the other two busy themselves.

  There were two bedrooms in total. One was the master bedroom that Han Yang had picked, and the other one, judging from the decoration style, was more youthful. It should have belonged to a young person, perhaps the son of the owner of this house. Besides the two bedrooms, there was another empty room that could be used for living, but it was a study, and there was no bed in it.

  This was a bit of a problem. Guo Xiaobei rubbed his chin and stared blankly at the study. Actually, he quite liked this room. It was well-ventilated and had good light. Most importantly, there were alloy iron guardrails. So even if the windows were open, there was no need to worry about zombies coming in. But there was no bed...

  "Xiao Bei, you sleep in that bedroom. I'll sleep here," Xing Fang's steady voice interrupted Guo Xiaobei's thoughts.

  "Ah?" Guo Xiaobei turned around and saw Xing Fang holding several quilts of the original owner, already planning to move in. "Brother Xing, you..."

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  "I'm in good health. I can just sleep on the floor. Look, there are a lot of quilts here. They couldn't take them all away. I'll just spread a few more quilts," Xing Fang raised his hands.

  "But..."

  "Cough cough..." Han Yang coughed heavily a few times behind the two of them, trying to attract their attention. When Xing Fang and Guo Xiaobei turned around to look, Han Yang had an uncomfortable expression on his face. "I... You can share half of my bed. It's a double bed anyway. But don't ask for more!"

  Guo Xiaobei looked at Han Yang's condescending expression and shouted crazily in his heart: Who needs your pity!

  After restraining himself several times, Guo Xiaobei said, "No need. There must be a bed in the next house... Brother Xing, help me and let's carry it here!"

  "Ah? Oh. Okay."

  Watching Guo Xiaobei and Xing Fang leave, Han Yang's face darkened. He slammed the door shut and lay on the bed alone, fuming.

  He didn't understand. He had made it very clear. Why did Guo Xiaobei still go out to move a bed? Was his bed not as good as the one he was going to bring? This guy really needed to be taught a lesson so that he would know how to be obedient!

  Before he knew it, Han Yang fell into a deep sleep. Actually, he had been quite tired that day. He had been killing zombies in the morning. After coming back, so many things had happened. Then he had sat outside the base with Guo Xiaobei for a few hours. He was really exhausted and didn't even hear the sound of them moving furniture outside.

  By the time Guo Xiaobei and Xing Fang had placed the bed they had moved and spread their own quilts, they realized that Han Yang had disappeared for quite a while.

  Unable to find him anywhere, Guo Xiaobei came to the door with Han Yang's name carved on it. He raised his hand and knocked gently. When there was no response from the other side, he had no choice but to open the door himself.

  The door wasn't locked. Guo Xiaobei poked his head in and saw that Han Yang was sleeping soundly on the bed. One of his shoes was still on his foot while the other was on the floor. The quilt was all tangled up, and he was curled up like a cat.

  Guo Xiaobei gave a bitter smile. He came in, took off Han Yang's remaining shoe, covered him with the quilt properly, and then tiptoed out. He was also very tired after a busy day. After saying good night to Xing Fang and closing the big iron door at the entrance, they each went to sleep.

  When it was quiet all around, Han Yang opened his eyes, looked at the quilt on him, and secretly smiled to himself: Still say you don't like me!

  Early the next morning, all three of them got up. Thanks to their lives these days, they had all developed the good habit of getting up early, including Guo Xiaobei, who used to be a night owl.

  They found the remaining food from the previous day, heated it up on the gas stove, and ate it in a hurry. Almost all the available supplies nearby had been ransacked clean. Besides a few half-new and half-old quilts and some clothes that were out of season in the house, the gas canister was the most useful thing. The gas canister wasn't full, but when shaken, it seemed that there was still about half a canister of gas left. Since the base provided food uniformly, hardly anyone cooked by themselves. It was estimated that after using up this one, they could still find a few more. That was considered a blessing in misfortune.

  After having a meal, the three of them secured the door and set off. There was an unwritten rule around here that once there was something blocking the door, it meant someone was staying there. Passers-by usually wouldn't enter. Anyway, there were plenty of empty houses, and no one wanted to cause trouble for themselves. There were so many zombies that couldn't even be killed completely. Why fight with their own people!

  The three of them each carried their own share of water and food and walked towards the outside of the city. The city gate was opened twice a day. Once in the morning and once in the afternoon. In the morning, it was usually the time for various teams to set out, and in the afternoon, it was the time for them to return. If unfortunately they didn't make it back, they would have to endure the night outside. That night might be safe, or they might end up dead. So generally, everyone would choose to gather before the gate opened. If they really couldn't make it in time, they would also try to find a place with a lot of people to spend the night together.

  Xing Fang and the other two didn't plan to do that. They were all quite capable people, and they had relatives in the base, so there was no need to risk their lives like that. As long as they tried their best to kill zombies every day, they would definitely be able to accumulate brain nuclei.

  Since Han Yang had been given the title of team leader yesterday, except for when they were at the city gate, both Xing Fang and Guo Xiaobei looked at him, waiting for him to give orders.