This area covering more than 50,000 mu of land did not consist entirely of residential buildings inside.
To be precise, it was a large-scale comprehensive area integrating residence, medical care, commerce, arts and culture, business office, and smart living services.
It was aptly named Yiju City.
According to the information Lu Bai found online, Yiju City’s resident population was around ten million, and there were more than fifteen such Yiju Cities in this shelter.
One could imagine just how terrifying the overall scale of Shelter No. 9 was.
Of course, Shelter No. 9 was not this large when it was initially built.
Over sixty percent of the area was the results of gradual expansions over several centuries.
But this was still astonishing enough.
In rough comparison, it was like digging out half of Hong Kong underground, and the manpower and resources consumed were simply astronomical.
“Brother, this is the one.” Lu Qingyan was very excited.
Lu Bai nodded: “Then let’s go in.”
He dared to agree to go out to eat because he had looked into it.
The currency used in this shelter was called Yiju Coin, backed by the United Government and issued by Yiju Bank No. 9.
After becoming a student of Deathmatch School, he received three thousand Yiju Coins every month, which was Lu Bai’s only current income.
However, his predecessor seemed very frugal. Lu Bai had checked, and there was a balance of 43,278.5 in the account under his name, not sure how long it had been saved.
It must be noted that the purchasing power of Yiju Coin was not low. If living frugally, one thousand per month could sustain life, just needing to keep eating cheap synthetic food.
Incidentally, because they mastered heavy element technology, energy was not lacking in this aspect, which could be seen from the holographic sky screen that never turned off.
But correspondingly, natural vegetables, fruits, and meat were quite expensive.
Even if not reaching the absurd degree of half a million for a loaf of bread, they were close to the scope of luxury goods, and a meal could easily cost several thousand or even tens of thousands.
Fortunately, those high-end restaurants wouldn’t open in Yiju City.
No matter what restaurant it was in Yiju City, what was actually sold was synthetic food.
“What would you like to order?”
Seeing Lu Bai bringing a child into the shop, the waiter immediately came over with the menu, with a very enthusiastic attitude.
Lu Bai unobtrusively let go of his hand and asked: “What do you want to eat?”
“A double-person set meal.” Lu Qingyan answered very quickly.
It was clear that although he had tricked Lu Bai into coming out to eat, he had no intention of spending extravagantly.
Perhaps because Lu Bai had a relatively high affinity, the waiter proactively reminded: “New store opening, Death Fighters and children under five can enjoy free set meals.”
Since it was free, why not?
Lu Bai lowered his head and winked at the little boy.
Receiving the hint, six-year-old Lu Qingyan solemnly nodded, turned to the waiter and said: “Hello, I am a Death Fighter.”
Waiter: “…”
After a brief silence, Lu Bai suddenly laughed relievedly: “There aren’t any Death Fighters at just five years old.”
“Ah, haha, yeah.”
The waiter echoed, looking a bit embarrassed, feeling like these two brothers were treating him like a fool.
However, they ultimately got the free set meal.
Anyway, the free set meal wasn’t worth much, just a piece of synthetic chicken breast and a cup of carbonated drink of unknown composition, treat it as opening promotion.
“Full?”
Leaving the fried chicken shop, Lu Bai held the little boy’s hand and walked back, casually asking.
“Very full.” Lu Qingyan chuckled.
Both sides of the road were mostly shops of an entertaining nature, but unfortunately, most people showed little vitality.
Yiju City was like this; the civilians at the bottom saw no hope but were also powerless to resist.
If you asked someone what they lived for, the answers would probably all be “don’t know.”
Holding hands and walking for a few minutes, the little boy suddenly said somewhat hesitantly: “Brother, I feel like you’ve changed a lot.”
Sidestepping a pedestrian, Lu Bai asked impassively: “A lot?”
The little boy nodded his head vigorously.
“Yeah, a lot.”
“For example?”
“For example, emmm…”
Lu Qingyan’s chubby baby face scrunched up, racking his brains thinking: “You used to educate me not to lie.”
“Don’t like this change?”
“No, Brother used to be like a dullard.”
Lu Qingyan shook his head like a rattle drum.
Lu Bai slowed his steps, as if joking casually: “Maybe because I’m not your brother.”
“Huh?”
The little boy’s face went blank, carefully scrutinizing Lu Bai: “You are.”
Lu Bai smiled without any meaning: “Let’s go home.”
By the time they got home, the holographic sky screen outside the window had lit up with twinkling stars.
Little kids got sleepy early. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he sat on the sofa and soon started dozing off.
Lu Bai thought for a moment, got up and carried the little brat back to the bed in the bedroom, and tucked him in.
After doing all this, he didn’t linger in the bedroom too long, quietly slowing his steps as he left.
There were only two beds in the bedroom, the other one obviously for a girl, so he naturally wouldn’t sleep there.
After washing up, he lay down on the worn sofa and continued taking out his mobile phone to browse the forum.
There was simply too much information about the Deathmatch System, impossible to finish in a short time, so he could only read as much as he could.
He couldn’t remember exactly when he fell asleep, probably got too tired later and unknowingly lost consciousness.
Nothing happened overnight.
The next day, early morning.
Lu Bai slowly woke up on the sofa, his head groggy.
He picked up his mobile phone and saw it was not yet six o’clock, decisively lay back down trying to catch some more sleep.
Unfortunately, his biological clock seemed stubborn; he tossed and turned for ten minutes or so without falling asleep.
He simply sat up, rubbed his face with his hands twice, barely dispelling the remaining drowsiness.
Then he just sat on the sofa in a daze.
School before eight, still very early now.
After all, from where he lived to the campus, it was at most half an hour’s journey.
Through initial understanding, Lu Bai learned that the entire Shelter No. 9 had a full ten Deathmatch Schools.
The Sixth Campus he was attending was almost the bottom in terms of faculty among the ten schools.
School choice was mutual; schools selected students, and students also picked schools.
Running to the Sixth Campus was probably purely because his predecessor chose it for being close to home.
Otherwise, even with physical defects, with an initial talent as high as eight points, not to mention top three, getting into a top five good school would be no problem.
Bang bang bang~
After seven o’clock, Lu Ziyi pushed the door in, her face full of fatigue, the original coldness toward Lu Bai having dissipated quite a bit after her night shift.
She dropped her backpack, waved weakly at Lu Bai: “You should go to school.”