Chapter 3: Kicked By God
Su Huan quietly retreated back without paying them any more attention and knocked on Yu Jing and her daughter’s room door.
Yu Jing stood at the doorway, glanced at the noisy sixth carriage, and softly asked, “Do you want me to come with you?”
Su Huan was not tall, just over 1.8 meters, barely able to look down at the 1.67-meter Yu Jing.
His lips parted slightly. “Come on.”
Su Huan turned and walked toward the carriage in front.
Yu Jing quickly followed.
The number of luxury soft sleeper compartments was the same as standard soft sleeper compartments, both eight.
The difference was that each luxury soft sleeper had one large bed for a single person, while standard soft sleepers had four beds.
Su Huan pushed open the door, stepped over a fuel tank, found a few tricky footing spots in the gaps among a pile of metal parts, and finally sat down on his bed with effort.
Looking down from the bed, the ground was full of all kinds of metal parts, with wrenches of varying lengths stuck in an iron barrel cut from a fuel tank.
The carpet underfoot was also soaked with oil stains.
The edges of the rooms on both the left and right also showed traces of violent cutting, apparently having broken through to the two private rooms on either side.
Su Huan looked up and saw Yu Jing standing stunned in place. He narrowed his eyes. “Yu Jing looks very surprised?”
Yu Jing’s calm expression changed slightly, a glint appearing in her eyes.
“Where did you get this from?”
Su Huan said coldly, “Whether you and your mom can stay depends on whether you can restore this motorcycle tonight.”
Yu Jing picked up the wheel underfoot, not caring at all that the oil on the wheel rubbed dirt onto her short sleeve. “Kawasaki Ninja H2, this isn’t just a motorcycle, you can call it a land aircraft.”
“14,000 RPM, do you know what that means?”
Yu Jing suddenly turned her head and stared at him as she asked.
Su Huan was startled by her demeanor, then asked suspiciously, “What does it mean?”
He had ridden quite a few motorcycles in his previous life, but they were all common models; he had brought this one back because of its particularly striking appearance.
He really didn’t know the brand or specs.
He hadn’t expected Yu Jing to recognize it at a glance.
“When you twist the throttle all the way, it’s like getting kicked by God.”
Su Huan frowned. “Just tell me if you can restore it or not.”
“No problem!”
Yu Jing immediately agreed, then went to the oil drum to look for suitable tools. She seemed even more enthusiastic than Su Huan.
Su Huan didn’t speak and took out the logbook to start observing Yu Jing.
At first, the style was still fairly normal.
“Where’s the rear suspension?”
“Behind the board in front of you on the left.”
“Where’s the piston caliper?”
“It should be… probably under that piece at your feet.”
“No, it’s not here.”
“Why don’t you look again?”
Half an hour later, the style gradually became erratic.
“I’m really impressed. This kind of car was actually disassembled violently, and the paint has even been scratched.”
“What a waste!”
“Absolutely outrageous!”
Su Huan, assisting nearby, watched with a moody expression as Yu Jing gritted her teeth, repairing the bike while muttering curses under her breath.
If her hands-on skills weren’t genuinely impressive and her figure outlined by the jeans wasn’t so alluring, Su Huan behind her would have long lost patience and strangled her right there.
“Hand me the wrench.”
“This one?”
“No, another one.”
“This one…?”
“Not this one, the one I just used!”
“Forget it, I’ll get it myself!”
Su Huan looked at the four or five wrenches Yu Jing had just touched, his mouth twitching.
He couldn’t tell if this woman was genuine or putting on an act.
The air of a high-caliber scientific research talent she had before picking up the wrench was gone; she was a bit like those bold, fiery repair girls from the wasteland repair shops in his previous life.
Her little mouth kept chattering nonstop.
But the results were very significant; three or four tenths of the parts he had disassembled into a mess on the ground had been reassembled.
This wasn’t just finding treasure; this was striking a gold mine.
While Yu Jing wasn’t summoning him, Su Huan pulled out his little notebook and, on the armored train plan page, checked the box for repair talent.
After a while, he would find Eighth Master himself.
Then the first phase of the armored train plan could officially launch!
……
“December 17th, early winter, temperature 24°C—”
The temperature had risen another degree. It seemed far from the deadline, but that was just because the early warming was slow.
Last night, Su Huan watched for a few hours, confirmed Yu Jing had real skills, and then went to the next room to sleep.
Of course, not wanting to be muttered at to his face was also a major factor.
……
Clang—clang—
The train slid out of the tunnel at low speed and stopped at a suburban area of Wen’an City.
Looking out, there were lush green mountains everywhere, with various industrialized modern buildings interspersed in the valleys. The train lay across the rails like a green iron python sunning itself.
Apart from the zombies pulled on the train being a bit noisy, everything was perfect.
The carriage door opened, and Su Huan stood at the doorway holding a long wrench, scanning the surroundings.
He casually knocked twice on the metal door.
The piercing clang-clang sound spread out.
The zombies on the carriage called even more excitedly, but after waiting a long time, only one half-dead one crawled out from under the train.
Its white shirt was worn to shreds, flesh and blood mixed with soil in filth, half its face missing.
“You don’t look like a local either.”
Su Huan jumped down and smashed the wrench into the back of its head.
With a bang, the zombie went silent.
“Ding!”
“Today’s kill count plus one!”
Su Huan imitated a mechanical voice and said with a strange laugh.
He didn’t have a system, and killing zombies brought no rewards for now, but life went on—he had to find some fun for himself.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have lasted four years.
Liang Kuan calmly followed behind, holding a fire axe.
He was clearly used to Su Huan’s neurotic behavior.
The two walked to the rear carriage, cautiously staying away from the undercarriage. Seeing no creepy things crawling out, Liang Kuan stepped forward to open the car door.
Because it was an old-style sightseeing train, the car door had no electronic interlock or speed-sensing lock, but retained a mechanical structure.
It mainly relied on manual operation.
Liang Kuan pulled open the car door, revealing faces inside that were haggard and tense. The moment they saw Su Huan, they turned to looks of fear and disgust.
“Time to work, time to work, everyone come out.”
Su Huan maintained the basic courtesy of a smiling service.
Seeing no danger, the crowd gradually came out and gathered in the open space.
Ignoring the eyes filled with resentment and fear, Su Huan clapped twice and said familiarly, “Same old rules: bring back three shares of food and water, plus one share of medicine, and you can board. Today’s special train ticket is tools—whether electric drill, electric saw, as long as it’s useful for repairing machinery, it can redeem a ticket.”
Many people’s complexions changed.
But they didn’t dare refuse and could only mutter softly in the crowd.
“It used to be just three shares of food and water; why add medicine today?”
“Dodging zombies is hard enough… where to find that much food?”
The young man in the hoodie glanced at Su Huan, silently left the group, and began exploring outward.
