ATPnovel Chapter 2 One Slap
Chapter 2 One Slap
"What?! Freshwater?! And eye techniques?!"
This happiness came so suddenly that Qin Chuan couldn't believe it was all real.
He subconsciously controlled his eyes, and the moment his pupil technique was unlocked, his field of vision changed.
The world suddenly jumped from 480p to 4K, and it seems to have gained the ability to remove "pixels".
In the distance, the grain patterns of the sand become clear, and the cracks in the distant green trees are visible to the naked eye.
Up close, even the smallest wounds on Fan Yubing's body seemed magnified: an abrasion on her right calf, 0.3 cm deep, with no infection; a slight sprain on her left wrist; minor intracranial hemorrhage, not life-threatening; and severe dehydration.
These data were not based on his own judgment; they appeared directly in his field of vision as semi-transparent text.
Qin Chuan looked behind him.
200 meters away, behind a patch of low bushes, a pale blue teardrop mark appeared in the field of vision, shimmering faintly.
That's a freshwater spring.
"Holy shit!" Qin Chuan cursed happily.
At her feet, Fan Yubing finally opened her eyes and heard the insults.
"Ahhh! You pervert!"
A scream interrupted Qin Chuan's thoughts.
Fan Yubing remembered this person.
In the corridor of Section B of the Century Cruises, there was that nasty security guard blocking her way with his equipment cart. She had just finished class, was covered in sweat, and was already in a bad mood. This guy was just standing there staring at her chest; his eyes were practically popping out of their sockets. Back in her room, she called to complain, and the front desk said they would handle it.
Unexpectedly, I ran into him again in this godforsaken place.
Fan Yubing looked down at herself. One of the straps of her bikini top was broken, the fabric was askew, revealing everything that should and shouldn't be exposed. Her bodycon skirt was in even worse shape, torn in several places, looking like a few strips of cloth hanging from it. And this man, who had just been squatting beside her, his lips... it seemed like he had touched hers.
A wave of disgust surged up my spine.
Fan Yubing gritted her teeth and stood up, grabbing the fabric that had slipped down her chest with her left hand and swinging her right hand in a wide arc, slapping it across Qin Chuan's face.
"Smack!"
The sound was crisp, like a whip lashing against leather.
"You stinky security guard, what did you just do to me?"
Qin Chuan's head was slapped to the side at a 45-degree angle, his left cheek burned with pain, and his ear rang.
Normally, if a woman dared to slap him, he would absolutely not tolerate it.
During my years as a security guard, what kind of troublemakers didn't I see?
But today is different. The system panel that just popped into my head is still lit up. My pupil technique has been unlocked, and I've also obtained the coordinates of the freshwater spring. All of these are benefits I got from Fan Yubing.
Getting a cheat system in exchange for a slap—it's a worthwhile deal.
Qin Chuan touched his burning face, suppressing the anger in his heart.
Otherwise, this matter must be handled by the "right brain" today.
"They saved your life, and instead of thanking you, you hit them? You really don't appreciate my kindness." Qin Chuan said this with emotion.
After all, he really saved her life. Thirty chest compressions and two artificial respirations were repeated four times. His palms were sore and his lips were chapped from kissing.
Fan Yubing took two steps back, her bare feet touching the scorching sand, and frowned slightly.
"Stop pretending to be a good guy. You're just a security guard, touching me...where did you touch me?"
Qin Chuan rolled his eyes: "Cardiopulmonary resuscitation, don't you understand? Why are you massaging my butt instead of my chest?"
"You scoundrel." Fan Yubing lowered her voice, but her attitude remained firm. "Don't come near me. Just looking at you makes me sick."
That's a really hurtful thing to say.
Qin Chuan pressed his tongue against his cheek and said nothing more. He turned his head and glanced at the pale blue teardrop mark directly behind him, which was flashing in his field of vision.
Okay, you're disgusting, then I'm leaving. Anyway, I'm dying of thirst, I'm going to find some water.
Qin Chuan turned and left without looking back.
Fan Yubing stood there, watching his figure disappear behind a clump of low bushes, her lips pressed tightly together, one hand still clutching the tattered cloth in front of her chest.
After everyone had gone far away, Fan Yubing lowered her head and took a closer look at her body.
The abrasion on my right calf, about ten centimeters long, looked dark red in the sunlight, and it hurt with every step. My left wrist was also weak; it hurt whenever I turned it, so I guessed it was sprained. The worst part was my throat; it was so dry, like sandpaper stuck in my throat, and even swallowing hurt.
She looked up and around.
Beach, waves, and distant, hazy mountains.
And those two suns in the sky.
Fan Yubing paused for three seconds, rubbed her eyes, and looked again. One large, one small; one in the south, one in the north; the color of the sky was wrong, and the shadows of the clouds were wrong too.
"Where...where is this?" Her voice trembled.
When she woke up, all she could think about was that stinky security guard lying on her face. Her blood was rushing to her head, and she didn't pay any attention to her surroundings.
Now that the person is gone, fear is emerging like rocks after the tide recedes, one by one.
Where's the cruise ship? There are so many people on board! Where are the cell phones? Where are the lifeboats?
It's all gone.
Fan Yubing's knees began to weaken, and she slowly squatted down, leaning against a crooked tree behind her, burying her face in her knees.
Don't cry. Crying won't help.
But the tears wouldn't listen, streaming down my cheeks, salty, just like the taste of seawater.
As Qin Chuan walked through the bushes, he was still cursing in his mind.
Disgusting? I gave you CPR and you say it's disgusting? Fine, if you're disgusting, then so be it. I've already gotten my kickbacks.
My eye technique is unlocked, and I know the coordinates of the spring. Whether you live or die is up to you.
He said that, but he didn't stop walking.
The pale blue water droplet markers were getting closer and closer. Beyond the bushes was a small clearing surrounded by several unfamiliar shrubs, and on the ground was a patch of dark-colored damp soil.
Qin Chuan squatted down, brushed aside the surface layer of dead leaves and fine sand, and a spring about the thickness of a thumb was revealed.
The water flow was small, just a trickle, soaking the surrounding sand but not forming any puddles; it all seeped into the ground.
The pupil technique is activated automatically.
A line of semi-transparent text appeared in my field of vision:
[Deep underground mineral water, low turbidity, free of heavy metal residue, safe for direct consumption.]
Qin Chuan felt a weight lifted from his heart. Where there's fresh water, there's life.
He lay down, put his mouth to the spring, and sucked directly.
He almost groaned when he took his first sip of water. The cool, mineral-scented liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, cleansing him from the inside out.
After drinking more than a dozen sips, I finally felt a little better.
Qin Chuan wiped his mouth and sat down next to the spring to catch his breath.
After drinking the water, his mind cleared up considerably. He began to plan what to do next.
We have fresh water, but the spring is too small and the water output is insufficient. We need to find a way to expand it, or dig a water storage pit next to it.
Food is still nowhere to be found. I was so busy admiring Fan Yubing's figure on the beach that I didn't even look for anything to eat. And we need fire. Without fire, we can't boil water or cook food, and eating too much raw meat and fish will give us diarrhea.
Let's rearrange the priorities: food, fire, shelter.
Qin Chuan stood up and walked towards the beach.
After walking a few steps, he subconsciously glanced in the direction where Fan Yubing was.
Whatever, whether I live or die is none of my business.