Too Many Reincarnators? I Bring the National Team to the Field - Chapter 79

Cafeteria.

The Special Affairs Division’s cafeteria is busiest in the morning. At noon and in the evening, members might be out on assignments, but in the morning, both Group A and Group B always show up for breakfast on time.

Sleeping in?

Among the highly competitive Group A and Group B, that’s simply not a thing.

Ever since Group A’s meeting yesterday, every member of Group A appearing in the cafeteria this morning looked like wilted eggplants. Group B, with their usual “ghostly” demeanor, seemed to be spreading their mood to Group A…

Both groups were eating seriously, unusually quiet.

Hao Jingye sighed, “As expected, the root of trouble is idleness.”

As long as you’re too busy to have free time, you don’t have the energy to stir up trouble.

-Team Leader Qiu was gradually mastering the essence of this.

When Sheng An came in, dragging Wu Buyu with Qi Lingwu, they instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Group B: Oh, our birdman teammate is here.

Group A: So this is Group B’s Flying Mutant with Mind Reading?

The more attention he got, the stiffer Wu Buyu became.

He simply closed his eyes, hung his head, and played dead.

Qi Lingwu had no intention of cooperating with him, tossing him onto his seat, then turning to sit next to Sheng An.

Every new member gets special treatment-

During meals, he’d sit opposite Sheng An, flanked on both sides, at the core of the table.

In the past, everyone wanted to sit closer, eager to hear first-hand news.

But today was different.

The moment Wu Buyu was thrown onto his seat, Song Linwei and Hao Jingye on either side quickly shifted away, left and right, both keeping a two-meter distance.

Looking closely, you could see they had already marked a two-meter boundary on the table in advance.

They even switched to a long table.

Fortunately, two meters wasn’t too far-they could still talk.

Wu Buyu’s bangs covered his eyes and brows, and he resolutely refused to look up.

Opposite him, Sheng An said coolly, “Not hungry? Then I’ll have your breakfast taken away.”

Wu Buyu paused.

He’d been hungry since yesterday, then got knocked out, and had stayed hungry until now-how could he not want to eat?

His nose twitched; he smelled the food.

No need to say much about the Special Affairs Division’s meals. Today’s breakfast was light, Cantonese style: boat congee, siu mai, sticky rice chicken, crab roe buns, thin-skinned shrimp dumplings…

Wu Buyu swallowed.

He was never one to make things hard for himself. He picked up his chopsticks and happily started eating.

The moment the thin-skinned shrimp dumpling entered his mouth, Wu Buyu squinted in delight.

The cafeteria at the Special Affairs Division always sent a clear message-joining is worth it just for the food.

While sipping congee, Sheng An said:

“Since you’ve joined us, get used to our pace as soon as possible. Later, Hao Jingye will take you to the research institute up front for a checkup and explain the Special Affairs Division to you.”

Wu Buyu kept eating, head down, just nodding.

Song Linwei, full of curiosity, leaned forward:

“Wu Buyu, you were the number one paparazzi in the Apocalypse in your previous life, a key figure in information gathering. Do you remember anything from your past life?”

Wu Buyu shook his head.

He looked at Song Linwei, his gaze passing through the bangs covering his eyes and brows, his voice emotionless:

“I don’t know anything. The reason I could talk to you so naturally yesterday was because I heard your thoughts. In fact, before yesterday, I didn’t even know why I had changed, or that the Apocalypse was coming.”

If he liked going out, maybe he’d have brushed shoulders with government officials or important people and learned some news.

But the problem was, he didn’t like going out, and there was no such information online.

Wu Buyu: “So, don’t get any ideas about me. I won’t replace you at work or free you up.”

His voice remained emotionless.

Song Linwei: “…”

He looked down and realized that, in his excitement, he’d crossed the two-meter line.

No wonder this guy could tell what he was scheming…

Li Xin sucked in a breath, “This ability is scary. Doesn’t that mean no matter what you’re thinking, he knows?”

Long Tianyu sneered, “Now you know how annoying he was in his previous life?”

Li Wanyun: “He’s not likable now either.”

Wu Buyu glanced at the two, his eyes flickering, but said nothing.

Then, he continued eating with his head down.

Hao Jingye was equally regretful,
“If only he were a Reborn Person too. With the information he mastered in his previous life, we could gather the Superpower Users at the fastest speed, and maybe even obtain more intelligence.”

Wan Yuan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he must know a lot of things from his previous life that no one else does.”

Sheng An also felt a bit regretful.

But she never indulged in such emotions, and continued:

“After everyone finishes their tasks today, we’ll officially start moving. In five days, we need to announce the apocalypse response plan to the entire nation at the core shelter. Tomorrow, we have to gather the other Deviants. Time is short and the mission is urgent, so let’s get moving.”

Everyone’s expressions immediately became serious.

Only ten days.

No, strictly speaking, only five days.

Beside them-

Lou Mingwei from Group A suddenly raised his voice:

“We already moved our luggage over this morning. The best beds at the Special Affairs Division are taken by us. If you go now, you’ll be too late.”

He was gloating.

Jiang Yu suddenly understood.

No wonder Group A was so listless this morning-they must have gotten up too early!

Li Xin gritted his teeth. “You guys are too much!”

Lou Mingwei looked smug.

Sheng An finished her last sip of porridge, pulled out a napkin to wipe her mouth, and smiled slightly. “Who told you Group B is staying in the dorms?”

Everyone was stunned.

Song Linwei suddenly remembered-Sheng An had said she had other arrangements for accommodations…

“Then where are we staying?” Zhang Kun asked dumbly.

Hao Jingye pushed up his glasses, speaking in his usual measured tone: “In a villa, of course.”

Lou Mingwei: “?”

Geng Leqian frowned. “The villas have other arrangements. Even the leaders have to squeeze together. How could you possibly get a villa?”

Having a room and a bed is already very good.

That was a reward for the Special Affairs Division being on the front lines.

How could they possibly get a villa?

Hao Jingye smiled faintly. “Well, it’s because we actually own a villa.”

He reached into his folder and pulled out a property certificate.

Group A: “?”

Li Wanyun: “???”

The more she looked, the more familiar it seemed.

Li Wanyun raised her voice: “That’s my villa!”

Sheng An glanced at her, speaking calmly: “What do you mean, your villa? Didn’t you already mortgage it to us? It’s our villa now.”

Li Wanyun: “…”

She was stunned.

Sheng An raised an eyebrow. “What? Are you going to pay it back now?”

Li Wanyun paused.

Pay it back? That was ten billion.

Thinking back to how she happily signed the mortgage contract, how Sheng An schemed her into being penniless and forced to work off her debt, how she handed over the hard-earned ten billion worth of supplies…

She stared fiercely at Sheng An, gritting her teeth:

“I want a south-facing room.”

-This isn’t cowardice; it’s just following her heart.

Sheng An nodded. “No problem.”

Group A had already fallen silent collectively.

There was nothing they could do. Who told them that, before the nation even designated the core shelter, no one in their group had bought a villa in that neighborhood?

Even if they were Reborn Persons,

They didn’t have the money to buy one!

Not everyone starts out with five billion.

Thinking about it, everyone in Group B really does seem like the “main characters” in a novel.

Rebirth and space powers aside, the black soil and starting out with five billion-those are the core Golden Fingers of any protagonist!

Oh, and now there’s Mind Reading too.

Qiu Yu stood up and walked away.

Group A hurried to follow. As they passed Sheng An’s group, Lou Mingwei stopped.

He’d held a grudge against Group B for a long time. Though he’d never gotten the upper hand, his annoyance drove him to keep stirring things up.

Lou Mingwei stopped next to Wu Buyu, looked him up and down, then sneered:

“So you’re the Superpower User Group B went to such lengths to bring back? Birdman plus Mind Reading? Tsk, I wonder how much use you’ll be in a fight?”

Wu Buyu slowly finished his porridge.

He looked up, messy hair covering his brows, and spoke slowly: “Your inner voice is so fierce. Who is Qiu Yu? Why do you call her a tyrant? Cruel, cold, unfeeling-you say you’ll overthrow and kill her one day? Cut her into a thousand pieces? Wow, that’s intense.”

The last four words were especially innocent, with a hint of slyness.”