Title: A Fake Holy Mother in the Zombie Apocalypse
Translator: Little Bamboo Spirit
Chapter 94 - Whatever, embarrassing herself wasn't a big deal if she could find out if Du Ruo was infected (2)
Soon after, Bei Nuan and the others noticed that the lights in the room were all on. Even now, the campus didn't have a power outage! They were shocked!
The first thing they did was take out everything that needed to be charged, especially their phones. Although there was no signal, being able to play games on their phones was good too.
Bei Nuan absentmindedly played with her phone. She was still thinking about Du Ruo's matter.
He looked fine right now. He was holding his phone and happily engrossed in playing games. He didn't look like he was going to mutate at all.
It was only that his eyes were a bit bloodshot. Perhaps, he just didn't sleep well last night.
Bei Nuan looked at him in a daze. She suddenly had an idea. From last night to now, she had been concerned about Du Ruo's matter, so it was only now that she remembered her only uncompleted task.
Bei Nuan quickly brought up the task bar and looked for her earliest Holy Mother's Voice Task. There was a row of completed tasks, except for the one to say "save him" task.
Bei Nuan opened the directions for that task and carefully read each word.
She had to hug a person that was about to mutate and sorrowfully say, "Who will save him? Can someone come over to help him?" in front of the male protagonist. Once the task was completed, the Holy Mother value she earned in the following 24 hours would be doubled.
That day in Ningcheng supermarket, she had hugged someone that had an asthma attack and said those words, so her task wasn't completed.
In other words, all she had to do was hug Du Ruo, say those words, and she would know if he was going to mutate. The only downside with this idea was that she would lose all face by doing such a crazy thing.
Bei Nuan took a deep breath. Whatever, embarrassing herself wasn't a big deal if she could find out if Du Ruo was infected.
Du Ruo sat there, unaware that Bei Nuan was about to pounce on him.
Bei Nuan braced herself, closed her eyes, rushed over, and hugged his shoulders from behind.
Bei Nuan took a moment to get the right emotion, and then she said that embarrassing line in a sad voice, "Who will save him? Can someone come over to help him?" ”
She was genuinely sad, partially for Du Ruo and partially for the damage to her image. This was too embarrassing.
Everyone in the small cafeteria looked up in unison. "Huh???"
There was an awkward silence.
Du Ruo was utterly startled. It took him a few seconds before he remembered to ask, "Bei Nuan, what's wrong?"
Lu Xingchi was only stumped for a few seconds. He strode over, crouched down, and lightly patted her back like he was soothing a child that had a nightmare.
"What's wrong? Don't be afraid." His voice was low and gentle.
Bei Nuan ignored them and brought up the taskbar in her mind.
[Holy Mother's voice task: 0 out of 1 completed for "save him".]
So then he wasn't infected, right?
Bei Nuan's heart leapt in joy.
Du Ruo turned around and patted Bei Nuan. "It's okay. Life and death is up to fate. Even if I do change, you don't have to be afraid."
With him leaning so close to her, she could see the redness in his eyes even more clearly. That didn't make sense.
Bei Nuan thought it over and carefully read the task's explanations again. She called out to Little Three, “Little Three, the "help him" voice task requires someone that's about to turn into a zombie. How soon is about to?"
Little Three promptly answered, "The usual amount of time."
"You have to have a time standard, right?" Bei Nuan wasn't willing to accept this answer.
Little Three replied, "Sorry, the time standard set by the system can't be disclosed."
So then, Du Ruo might be infected. She only knew that he wasn't about to mutate into a zombie yet.
Bei Nuan sighed, shrugged off Lu Xingchi's arm, listlessly walked back to her seat, and went back to blankly staring
Du Ruo was quite moved.
"Bei Nuan, you're so kind to me. You look like you're going crazy from worry. If I really become a zombie, I'll try my best to not bite you."
Bei Nuan: "..."