The next day.
As the weather cleared up, a large group of children crawled out of the underground space, yawning.
The usual four morning routines during peacetime—using the bathroom, brushing teeth, washing up, and having breakfast—were brutally reduced to just one by these kids.
Or none at all.
Of course, these things didn't matter. It was the end of the world, and very few people cared about personal hygiene.
Wen Yu also didn't have the habit of playing nanny.
Seeing a large group of children chirping nonstop around Cyclops and Star, Wen Yu couldn't help but rub his forehead.
Kids are indeed the most troublesome!
...
When the children learned from Zhang Xiao that Wen Yu planned to take everyone to Central City, the scene strangely quieted down.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to go?" Wen Yu asked, looking seriously at the somewhat hesitant children before him.
"No, it's not that... but..." Zheng Ye's eyes darted around slightly.
