Chapter 32 Summary

Zhao Yunxiao said this for the nth time today: "This is acceptable??"

He watched in disbelief as Squad 1111 used his roommate as bait, causing the fourth zombie to fall from the sky.

With five minutes left before the assessment ends, they might not have enough time to kill a fifth one.

However, after dark, such a kill rate was already considered highly efficient, while the others were still on high alert, wary of zombies that might appear at any moment in the darkness.

Surviving is already a feat, let alone finding a safe and effective kill strategy in a short period of time.

It has to be said that even as a teacher who has seen a lot, I am still occasionally shocked by the crazy things my students do.

"Did you teach this move?" Zhao Yunxiao asked Bai Tang.

Bai Tang shook her head.

"Did you teach that?" Zhao Yunxiao looked at Hao Zhenye again.

The latter responded with a look that seemed to say, "What do you think?"

Zhao Yunxiao: "..."

That's true, Brother Hao is so "upright" he wouldn't do something like that.

If I had to put it in perspective, this is more like the principal's style.

But he didn't dare ask the principal.

...

With three minutes remaining, Fu Qing stood up, preparing to return to the auditorium.

Suddenly someone called her from behind: "Principal."

Fu Qing turned around in response; it was Grandma Liu Yingchun.

Perhaps knowing that today was a special day, she dressed up especially carefully to cheer on the students.

She was wearing a new outfit, which Fu Qing had bought for her.

Online shopping is available on campus, but the teachers don't have cash. So when Fu Qing bought her own necessities, she also bought some for everyone else and transferred living expenses to each of them so they could buy what they wanted.

She might not be able to afford to distribute the extra points, but the small amount of cash wouldn't be a burden for Fu Qing.

Teachers are not materialistic. They live a simple life, going between their dormitories, classrooms, and the canteen every day. Most of them only need a few basic pieces of clothing, and since they eat mostly in the canteen, their expenses are very low.

I occasionally shop online, mostly buying books and local specialties from my hometown.

The only exception is Grandma Liu, who doesn't know how to shop online, so she always asks a few young people to help her place orders when she needs something.

"What's wrong?" Fu Qing asked.

Liu Yingchun smiled and said, "Oh, I'm just a little curious. How many teaching centers do you need to buy this full-scale simulation?"

There was no need to hide anything, so Fu Qing said directly: "100 teaching points for three hours."

"So expensive?" Grandma Liu was surprised. She calculated that she only earned 20 cents a month, and it would take her fifty months to afford it.

One assessment cost her more than two years' worth of salary.

She muttered to herself as she did some calculations, and Fu Qing, understanding the situation, thought that perhaps she felt it was a bit wasteful.

Fu Qing's family elders passed away early, and her parents are also gone. She hasn't heard this kind of nagging in a long time, so she's impatient with it and simply explains, "These are all necessary expenses. They need to adapt to the real environment of a zombie attack."

"That's true." Grandma Liu stared blankly at the blue dots on the screen that were still struggling to escape or hiding in some corner, too afraid to move. She shook her head with a sigh. "I just feel really sorry for the children."

"If it were my granddaughter... I couldn't bear to part with her."

This assessment was much better than the first one. The students were mentally prepared and had a month of practice, but this was, after all, only their second time facing a horde of zombies.

Even as they fought off the zombies, many people were still infected, attacked, and killed.

Fu Qing did not request the system to lower the pain simulation index; all the attacks and injuries she suffered during the assessment were real. The physical scars would fade after the assessment, but the psychological ones would not.

Like Qin Yufei, the exam only lasted three hours, but afterwards, they had to spend much longer processing the pain, guilt, and fear.

Aside from their classmates, there was no one else they could share these feelings with, including all their close friends, partners, and family.

Among the teachers present, only Liu Yingchun and Hao Zhenye were old enough to be parents or elders, but Hao Zhenye seemed to be unmarried. Therefore, the only one who could empathize with the feelings of the students' parents was Grandma Liu.

Upon hearing this, Fu Qing remained silent for a moment.

She knew that after this assessment, some people might be left with new psychological trauma, her hard-earned rating might drop again, and the 1,000-point reward might be a long way off.

But she couldn't let them lose their fear of death.

Only by learning to face it can we overcome it.

Fu Qing was pondering how to bring it up with Grandma Liu when, unexpectedly, she spoke first.

"However, she is a good child." Grandma Liu said with some pride, "If she had the chance, she would work just as hard."

Based on the context, "she" likely refers to Grandma Liu's granddaughter.

Based on the circumstances of her previous life, this granddaughter should have passed away long ago.

Fu Qing didn't know what to say, so she could only listen to Grandma Liu continue, "I know they are all good children, that's why they work so hard."

"If their parents saw this, they would definitely be just as proud as I am."

When she said "like me," Grandma Liu paused for a moment, stumbled slightly, and then finished the sentence.

But Fu Qing felt that if she hadn't misheard, Grandma Liu originally meant to say, "Just like us."

Like all the teachers in the room.

Fu Qing paused for a moment, then looked directly at the projection.

As the assessment neared its end, some people received safety harnesses and dangled in mid-air, swaying precariously, covering their mouths, afraid that even a heavy breath would attract nearby zombies.

Someone accidentally found the weapon bag, drew a knife and slashed at the classmate who had turned into a zombie. Watching the other person being knocked to the ground by his own hands, his hands trembled violently and he almost couldn't hold the weapon.

Some people were discovered at the last moment. Despite crawling and tumbling all the way, they were still grabbed by the back of the collar by a zombie. Staring at its wide-open mouth, after a moment of fear, they began to push its shoulders with all their might, and even tried to gouge out its eyes with their bare hands, clumsily attacking its weak points according to the teacher's instructions.

They weren't as fearless as they had seemed before; faced with countless zombies in the darkness, they were still terrified and on the verge of tears.

Seeing a classmate you spend every day with fall down in front of you still makes you feel lonely and panicked.

However, unlike the entrance exam, this time no one broke down or screamed.

Fu Qing looked away and hummed in agreement.

...

"Buzz—"

The familiar voices echoed once again over the campus.

Still grappling with zombies, on the run, hiding in dark corners, hanging in the night wind...

At that moment, everyone, no matter what they were doing, raised their heads and looked at the loudspeakers scattered throughout the campus.

The female voice, still roughened by its sound quality, lacked variation, giving unfamiliar listeners a sense of inexplicable danger.

But this time, they knew for sure that the voice came from their principal.

At this moment, no one could give them a greater sense of security than she could.

"Congratulations to the remaining 1412 people who survived to the end. You will receive a survival point reward of 5 points."

"I hereby declare the first monthly exam over."

At the same time, Fu Qing received a system notification.

The assessment has concluded. Click to view the report.

A report was also released after the last mock exam, presented in the form of statistical charts.

The statistics cover a wide range of areas, including survival time, number of kills, overall physical fitness demonstrated during escape, and maximum running speed. They are very detailed.

It even summarized which terrains were most likely to cause death, and the top-ranked causes of death.

No matter how capable Fu Qing is, it's impossible for him to fully grasp the level of each of the more than two thousand people. In situations like this, he can't do without the help of the "advanced intelligence" of the system.

Fu Qing opened the report and found that after the second assessment, the report had an additional function that allowed him to compare it with the previous report.

If we only look at the number of survivors, there are 1,412, which is not much of an improvement compared to the previous number of 1,347, but the difference is obvious from the chart.

Considering the significantly increased difficulty of this exam, the fact that 1412 people survived speaks volumes, especially given the increased number of outstanding students seen in the projections. For Fu Qing, the active participation of Song Rushuang and others was an unexpected bonus.

But she still read the data carefully.

The charts show that all students' physical fitness has improved.

Endurance increased significantly – the physical loss caused by prolonged sitting in the senior year of high school and playing games and using mobile phones at home during the summer vacation after the college entrance examination was made up for in this month.

Their attack power, agility, and strength increase when facing zombies, allowing them to escape or fight back more effectively.

Average survival time has increased; except for those who are extremely unlucky and land right in the middle of a zombie horde, sudden death is now rare. However, after dark, the zombies' advantage becomes apparent, and the death toll rises sharply.

In addition, the locations that cause the most deaths are near backpacks containing weapons or straps.

—The prominent and clearly defined “resource point” design was intentionally done by Fuqing.

The icon is suspended in mid-air and made so eye-catching to attract students to come closer.

Shoulder straps and weapons are items that can significantly increase the chances of survival, making them fatally attractive in an assessment where survival is the goal. The large influx of students towards resource points also means that zombies, instinctively drawn to the presence of living people, will gradually be drawn there as well.

Ultimately, the resource points that brought hope became symbols of death.

An hour after the exam began, resources were dwindling, and the areas yet to be "checked out" were all extremely dangerous. Students with clear minds would decisively avoid them, but some were lured by the bait, like insects drawn into a Venus flytrap, ultimately becoming one of the zombies wandering aimlessly around their backpacks.

Students who think more deeply, after analyzing the pros and cons at the beginning, actually give up competing for resources, bypass resource points, avoid conflicts, and extend their survival time.

They found tools on campus and made their own weapons, thus freeing themselves from the constraints of limited resources.

All of Fu Qing did was to simulate a real post-apocalyptic environment.

However, in a true apocalypse, the backpack might contain more than just weapons; it could also hold food, gasoline, medicine, and more...

This monthly exam introduced two unexpected factors that differed from the opening exam.

Nighttime – a change in environment.

And the competition for resources.

The students' reaction did not disappoint her; it exposed more shortcomings but also gave her more hope.

Before even seeing the final summary of the report, Fu Qing already had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

[Completed: Main Quest "Ability Test - Phase One"]

[Requirement: Within 30 days of the start of the semester, at least 800 students must achieve a comprehensive evaluation grade of B. (Completed)]

[Reward: 1 Safe Haven]

A notification popped up indicating the mission was complete; the makeshift hospital was now in our possession.

Fu Qing was not surprised by the result and breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could close the system, another line of text slowly popped up.

[Hidden trigger requirement: At least 50 students must achieve an overall evaluation grade of A. (Completed)]

[Reward: 300 Teaching Points]

Fu Qing's first reaction: As expected, the main quests give more rewards!

My second thought: Could there have been hidden objectives in the previous main quests, but they weren't completed and were simply skipped without being triggered?

Unfortunately, the answer to that question is now lost to time.

The fact that the hidden conditions were triggered indicates that the results of this monthly exam exceeded the system's expectations.

Fu Qing clicked on the summary with great interest.

Before entering the page, the system provides a comprehensive rating classification standard.

SSS: Polygonal Warrior, capable of both solo and group combat, the epitome of humanity, almost nothing can kill you.

SS: Extremely outstanding in a certain aspect, with no obvious weaknesses, and able to survive alone for a very long time.

S: Possesses a sharp mind and clear decision-making ability, can combine knowledge to make judgments, and is qualified to serve as the leader of a group.

A: Possesses basic survival knowledge and skills, has excellent physical fitness, and is capable of coping with risks and unexpected accidents.

B: Your physical condition is slightly better than the average person. As long as you run faster than others, someone will take your place and be eaten.

C: Ordinary people who are insignificant and have no ability to cope with risks.

In the last comprehensive evaluation, 87% of the students received a grade of C. Considering that the vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people who have not undergone any training, this percentage is not exaggerated.

This time, 1,211 students were promoted to Grade B, accounting for 51% of the total, and there were even 54 students at Grade A, accounting for 2.3% of the total. The remaining less than half of the students were still at Grade C, but there were also differences within the same grade.

Perhaps with another assessment, everyone can be promoted.

This result is truly encouraging; no wonder the system was so generous.

The electronic voice radiated excitement: "You truly haven't disappointed me. In just one month, the students' physical condition has undergone a dramatic transformation. Such outstanding teaching results truly make you worthy of being the host I chose!"

They chose her because she survived to the end...

Fu Qing's lips twitched, but she didn't complain.

She accepted the reward, closed the panel, and walked to the auditorium. As soon as she pushed open the door, she heard a commotion inside.

Unlike the entrance exam, the students no longer looked anxious or fearful of the unknown. After finding their roommates and friends, they sat down in twos and threes and chatted enthusiastically about the exam that had just ended.

It feels like checking the answers after a high school exam.

Anyone who experienced that period will feel a sense of nostalgia.

Someone covered the right side of their face and asked their roommate, "Did you slap me before I turned into a zombie? My head is buzzing right now."

The other person's eyes darted around: "No, you must be mistaken."

"So what if I stole a bag of your potato chips? Don't try to get revenge secretly!"

Others were chattering away, sharing new tips and tricks they had discovered during the exam.

"I discovered that using something with a strong smell can mask your own scent! This will disable the zombies' keen sense of smell."

"Is that why I found you floundering in the compost pit?"

"..."

"Ugh..." His classmates covered their noses and left their seats one after another.

Another person, with tears in their eyes, beat their chest and stamped their feet: "I was just passing by the experimental field when some idiot ran into my plot and trampled my seedlings to death! I worked so hard to grow them; they were still just seedlings!"

"Don't be too sad, things will go back to normal after the exam."

"But what if it suffers such a terrible fate during its childhood and becomes too upset to grow again? My cousin said that's how the bacteria in their lab are, and I don't want to fail my course, sob sob..."

The place was bustling and noisy, a stark contrast to the atmosphere during the opening exams.

The moment Fu Qing stepped onto the stage, the audience fell silent.

There wasn't anything particularly special to say this time. She stood on the stage for a moment, then said, "I'll hand out the results, and you can see for yourselves."

Students: "???"

Why does this sentence sound so familiar?

"My DNA has been activated."

"Oh no, I feel like the principal is about to say, 'You're the worst class I've ever taught...'"

In response to the last sentence, everyone's wristbands issued a notification, indicating that they had received the latest report card.

As a result, the auditorium fell silent for a moment, making the volume of his words seem somewhat unexpected.

What's it like to be caught making a soft cricket noise?

The auditorium was completely silent; no one dared to breathe. The boy wished he could disappear on the spot.

To his surprise, the principal looked in his direction the next second.

"No, you did a good job." Fu Qing shook the notebook in his hand. "At least so far, you've led the best class I've ever taught."

The principal never resorts to emotional appeals, so it's quite rare for him to utter such a gentle remark.

The students looked at each other, some chuckled, while others silently smiled, cupped their cheeks, and couldn't help but feel a little happy.

Until Fu Qing stepped down from the stage, the auditorium was immersed in a subtle, rippling atmosphere.

After a long while, some people gradually came to their senses.

"Wait, if I remember correctly, we seem to be... the only class she ever taught..."

"...??"