I Have a Post Apocalyptic Online Friend C10.1

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Chapter 10. part 1

Zhou An’an suddenly grew curious: what kind of person was Lu Yuan, really?

From their long chats, she sensed he was thoughtful and decisive. His words were often sharp, but he also had moments of gentleness and kindness.

But people have many sides. Perhaps he had a vicious, cruel side he hadn’t shown her yet?

After all, it was easy to fake a persona through text. Just like how she would freeze up and become speechless around strangers, but felt much more comfortable chatting on WeChat.

Was Lu Yuan truly the ordinary, reliable person she imagined him to be?

As the saying goes, you can judge a person by their appearance.

A person’s inner self can’t be completely hidden by their outward appearance.

She wanted to see his face and came up with what she thought was a foolproof excuse: Let’s video chat. I want to see what you look like. Otherwise, I won’t recognize you when we meet in two months. It would be so awkward if I approached the wrong person.

Lu Yuan: It’s fine as long as I recognize you.

Zhou An’an: When did you ever see me?

Lu Yuan: The photo you sent last time.

Zhou An’an: The one where I asked you to help me pick an outfit? But my face wasn’t in it.

Lu Yuan sent a photo over, with a red circle drawn around her reflection in the mirror behind her: Just like when we chat—silly-looking.

Zhou An’an: …You’re the silly one!

Lu Yuan: Only someone who’s been hit where it hurts would jump like that.

Zhou An’an wanted to reach through the screen and strangle him. No way! You’ve seen me, so I have to see you too!

Lu Yuan: Do you have a crush on me?

Zhou An’an: ???

Where did that logic even come from?

Lu Yuan: Why else would you be so eager to see what I look like?

Zhou An’an was fuming. Suddenly, her eyes lit up as she found the perfect counter-attack: I bet you’re so ugly and insecure that you’re refusing to let me see you.

After sending the message, she looked at her phone, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.

As expected, Lu Yuan‘s competitive spirit was ignited: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Zhou An’an: If you don’t show me, I’ll just assume you look like Zhu Bajie¹. 

Lu Yuan: …You think provoking me will work?

Zhou An’an stared at the ceiling. Suit yourself.

Lu Yuan didn’t reply. About ten minutes later, he sent a short video, just a few seconds long.

The background was pitch-black, making it nearly impossible to discern his surroundings.

The phone screen was the only source of light, faintly illuminating half of his face.

She could see he had a high nose bridge, its shape almost perfect. The outline of his lips was well-defined, with a prominent Cupid’s bow and philtrum.

His chin was covered in stubble, obscuring his jawline, and the upper half of his face remained completely shrouded in darkness.

Still, with a nose and lips like that, as long as his eyes weren’t like mung beans and his face wasn’t as round as a pancake, he couldn’t possibly be ugly.

Lu Yuan looked directly into the camera and pointed at her with his index finger.

“Two months left. Just you wait.”

Zhou An’an scoffed lightly.

Wait? Fine. Who’s afraid of whom?

Lu Yuan’s demeanor lacked any real malice, which put her slightly at ease. She resumed her search for a bus.

After comparing countless websites and buyer reviews, they both agreed that 400,000 yuan should be enough to secure one.

The next morning, Zhou An’an received a call from the salesperson, asking if she wanted to come see the bus again.

“My family thinks the price is too high,” she said. “The most we can offer is 400,000. We won’t consider anything more.”

“Come on, miss, don’t be like that,” the salesperson said hurriedly. “Let’s negotiate the price a bit more. After all, a bus is an asset you can use to make money. It holds its value well. You can’t evaluate its price with the mindset of buying a regular car, right?”

“Just tell me your lowest price.”

The salesperson calculated for a few seconds. “500,000. The boss won’t go any lower.”

Zhou An’an was terrible at haggling. In her entire life, she’d never dared to shop at stores where you had to bargain for clothes.

Fortunately, she and Lu Yuan had already devised a plan the previous night to secure the bus for 400,000.

“To be honest,” Zhou An’an said, “I’m not buying this bus for commercial use. I plan to convert it into an RV for a road trip through remote areas. Since you deal with used vehicles all the time, you must have partner auto repair shops. How about this: sell me the bus for 400,000, and I’ll have it converted at a shop you recommend. But the shop’s work has to be top-notch, or I’ll take my business elsewhere.”

“Well… I can’t make that decision myself. I’ll have to discuss it with my boss.”

“Fine. I’ll wait for your call.”

Zhou An’an hung up. An hour later, the salesperson called back and agreed to the deal.

And just like that, she owned a bus. It was 12 meters long, 2.5 meters wide, and 3.6 meters high. Excluding the chassis and luggage compartment, the usable interior height was over two meters. Since she was only 1.6 meters tall, she could practically play basketball inside.

The bus had 30 seats, but that didn’t matter to her—they would all be removed during the conversion. The net interior space was estimated to be around 25 square meters.

After Doomsday, she and Lu Yuan would be living, eating, and sleeping entirely in this bus. She had to plan these 25 square meters carefully.

After swiping her card, she had a driver from the used car dealership take the bus to the auto repair shop.

Zhou An’an inspected the shop and found it to be quite professional. She left the bus there for now and returned to her hotel to research the necessary modifications.

footnote:

1. Zhu Bajie, also known as Pigsy or Zhu Wuneng, is a central character in the classic 16th-century Chinese novel Journey to the West. ↩︎

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