Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 674 Feeding

"Hu-hu-"

Xu Han didn't stop panting heavily until he ran all the way back to the dormitory.

so horrible.

The scene in that corridor seemed absurd when you were there, but once you were outside of it and looked at it from an outsider's perspective, you could see how terrifying and disgusting it was.

Putting aside the "sour gruel" that smelled like pig feed, the increasingly dim lighting alone exuded a heavy sense of foreboding.

"Damn... I was almost scared to death..."

Xu Han, panting, wiped the cold sweat from his face and walked toward the bed where Yu Shijiu was lying.

On the bed, Lu Chusheng, who had been lying down for several days, looked up at Xu Han, who was slowly walking over. His gaze lingered on Xu Han's obviously sore and weak legs for a few seconds before finally landing on the cup in his hand.

What is it?

This was the first time Xu Han had brought anything over in the past few days.

Xu Han walked over with a sigh and plopped down, the cup he was holding tightly digging into his thigh.

"Ok?"

Xu Han looked down and only when he saw the cup did he think of Wu Ge, and his eyes became somewhat complicated.

"Sigh, you can't eat this..."

Xu Han muttered to himself as he picked up the cup and twisted it open, smelling that familiar sour smell again.

There was a snap.

Xu Han decisively tightened the screws on the cup again.

Lu Chusheng, whose head was still throbbing from the fumes, thought, "...Meow."

what is this?

Xu Han, whose sleeve had been tugged, wore a bitter expression.

"Oh my god, Fatty, can you believe it? We can't even afford bread anymore! We can only drink this pig swill porridge!!!"

Xu Han got more and more excited as he spoke, and at the end he even choked up and wiped the corner of his eye.

"I'm really fed up. After doing so much work, this is all we get to eat? They don't treat us like human beings at all! But Brother Wu seems to be quite nice. Look, this cup of porridge was specially brought back by him for Shi Jiu to drink. He said that no matter what, we have to eat something..."

As Xu Han was rambling on and on, Lu Chusheng immediately raised his eyelids and looked at the cup when he heard the words "Brother Wu".

The cup looks old but is very clean. The paint on the thermos body is almost completely peeling off, the logo sticker is missing parts, and the dent in the lid tells him that this cup has been used for a very long time.

Even though it has been in such a dilapidated and unsightly state for so long, Angkor Wat has still preserved it very well.

This cup may or may not be very important to Angkor.

Of course, we cannot ignore the possibility that Angkor Wat is a clean place.

"Meow."

Lu Chusheng nudged the cup with his hand, signaling Xu Han to open it.

Xu Han was startled by his tugging, then hesitated before saying:

"Will you let me open the cup?"

Xu Han: "But this stuff really smells awful, and it's really not edible... well, although it seems like they all ate it..."

As he spoke, Xu Han's stomach began to rumble.

Xu Han suddenly froze in place, embarrassed, and touched his stomach, explaining softly:

"Well, I'm just a little bit, a little bit hungry..."

Lu Chusheng looked at his pale and thin face, frowned, and meowed several times in a low voice.

It even poked at the cup containing the "paste" several times with its paws.

...Dinner may not look appealing, but if a person is constantly hungry, the calories and fat lost during hunger are more likely to ruin a person than the side effects of contamination.

Even Xu Han, though not very bright, understood what "Fatty's" action of rummaging through the cup meant, and exclaimed in astonishment:

"You want me to eat this?!"

Lu Chusheng nodded.

"...You really want to eat it?"

Xu Han was clearly still a little reluctant, but the cramping hunger in his abdomen made him pick up the cup anyway.

"Just a little bit, a tiny bit shouldn't taste too bad, right..."

As he spoke, Xu Han swallowed hard and carefully unscrewed the bottle cap—the pungent, rancid smell made him gag again.

Lu Chusheng: "..."

He slowly looked away, and for the first time felt that he was actually quite comfortable inside "Fatty's" body.

At least their need for food is not as high as that for a human being.

Just as Xu Han finally prepared himself to swallow the first mouthful of "paste," Yu Shijiu, who had been sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly stirred.

Xu Han, who was gritting his teeth and eating the "paste," did not notice the slight movement, but Lu Chusheng, who had been paying attention to Yu Shijiu, noticed it instantly.

Lu Chusheng's breathing hitched slightly. He quickly lowered his head and approached the sleeping boy on the bed, gently sniffing the sound of his breathing.

...It was both hurried and slow.

It was much louder than the faint breathing sounds it had been making before.

Lu Chusheng subconsciously licked the other person's cheek, feeling both anxious and apprehensive.

Will he wake up?

Will I wake up tonight?

"vomit!"

A violent retching sound came from the side, and Lu Chusheng's unease vanished instantly.

At the bedside, Xu Han, who was mechanically chewing "paste," was almost in tears, gagging as he swallowed the "paste."

"I really... how do they even eat that?!"

Xu Han swallowed the churning "meat" in his throat again and again in disbelief, looking at the "fatty" on the bed who had suddenly started licking Yu Shijiu's face.

"Feifei, what are you doing—ugh! Why did you suddenly lick, ugh! Lick Shi Jiu's face, ugh!"

"..." Lu Chusheng smelled the strong stench in the air, remained silent for a few seconds, and then looked away.

He regretted it a bit.

After Xu Han gritted his teeth and swallowed half a cup of "paste" again and again, Lu Chusheng heard him hesitate and say:

"Fatty, would you like some too?"

Lu Chusheng: "?"

He turned his head away in refusal.

Xu Han pinched the soft flesh on his neck hard, the mask of pain:

"Then, shall we feed Shi Jiu something?"

"..." Lu Chusheng really hesitated.

He looked at Yu Shijiu, who had her eyes closed, and nodded hesitantly.

"...If you don't want to feed me, then fine—wait, what?!"

Xu Han was shocked: "Can I feed Shi Jiu?!"

Lu Chusheng glanced at the half-cup of "paste" in his hand, feeling a little annoyed but having no choice but to nod.

Yu Shijiu hadn't eaten anything for almost five days. If it weren't for Xu Han and his persistent efforts to feed him water, he probably would have dried out.

Tonight's dinner was a pureed liquid... I think it should be okay to feed him.

Thinking of this, Lu Chusheng nodded again.

“Sigh,” Xu Han also thought of this, “sometimes liquid foods might actually be edible.”

As he spoke, Xu Han carefully poured some "paste" onto the cup lid and fed it to Yu Shijiu.

“…Gurgle…”

Even with Lu Chusheng helping to feed him, Xu Han was still sweating profusely.

However, they did manage to feed them quite a bit of "paste," so it was a pretty good result.

"When will Shi Jiu finally wake up...?"

Xu Han put down the cup lid and sighed deeply.