Chapter 48 Whose cadaver walks in...?

Two new teachers have arrived at the school.

The students didn't find out in class; they first discovered the news in the cafeteria.

Fangzhou has too few teachers to have a dedicated canteen, so teachers have been eating with the students since the start of the semester. Over time, they've developed a regular spot. Gradually, even during peak meal times, that table is reserved specifically for the teachers.

Today, the Fangzhou group saw two unfamiliar faces at that familiar table.

The arrival of new teachers alone wouldn't be surprising, but...

"Give me one."

Xu Mingyue quickly grabbed a braised chicken wing from Fu Qing's plate, and in exchange, she kindly gave her a piece of her own fried chicken.

The students sitting near the teacher's desk stared in disbelief, momentarily forgetting to move. The food they picked up with their chopsticks slowly slipped off and fell into the soup with a thud without them even noticing.

Taking food from the principal's plate... how is that any different from snatching food from a tiger's mouth?

Even more unbelievable is that the tiger... the principal didn't get angry.

They watched with bated breath, and the teachers were no exception.

Zhao Yunxiao stared blankly, biting the end of his chopsticks.

The sudden appearance of a new teacher turned out to be a teammate they had worked with for many years. Even after Fu Qing explained to everyone, it still seemed unbelievable.

Their interactions with Fu Qing revealed a side of her that they had never shown before.

Everyone was surprised to realize that, after spending more than two months together, apart from Fu Qing's strength and reliability, they actually knew very little about her.

What kind of experiences did she have? Where was she born and raised? Why was she able to survive to the end? Where did her relatives and friends go? What were her favorite foods? What were her favorite colors? They knew nothing.

Xu Mingyue and Lu Yan were different. When Lu Yan came back from getting his food, he casually tossed Fu Qing an iced cola. As soon as Xu Mingyue sat down, they naturally left her a seat by the window. They seemed to know every hobby and every little habit of hers very well.

The teachers were surprised, but also felt a touch of envy that was hard to put into words.

Zhao Yunxiao moved his chair closer and listened attentively to Xu Mingyue's story of surviving in the post-apocalyptic wilderness. Fu Qing and Hao Zhenye were both quiet and reserved people; he was already dying of curiosity about what was happening outside the research base.

Grandma Liu and Bai Tang also came over to listen, occasionally chiming in with questions. It was equally delightful to be able to glean information about the principal's past experiences from Xu Mingyue and Bai Tang.

Hao Zhenye remained silent as usual, but a closer look revealed that he had slowed down his eating, chewing slowly and deliberately, a rare occurrence. What should have been a three-minute meal, plus two cups of tea afterwards, stretched to over twenty minutes.

After dinner, news about the new teacher spread throughout the forum.

When the grueling midterm week finally passed, Lu Yan and Xu Mingyue submitted their course plans one after the other. Fu Qing then opened two new courses to the public over the weekend, requiring all teachers and students to cooperate in adjusting the class schedule.

First aid is a required course, while infrastructure is an elective. Unlike farming courses, this elective course has no restrictions; anyone who is interested can take it, and those who are not interested can substitute the class time with practical courses. The number of places for infrastructure courses is also limited to 500.

As time went by, the students gradually got used to the pain of physical training, and their resistance to physical education courses such as combat training also decreased. The two monthly exams made them realize that only strong personal strength is the fundamental guarantee for survival.

They no longer harbored any illusions, and truly grew up, their thin backs gradually broadening to shield them from the oncoming wind and rain.

Therefore, this course selection was different from the last time when countless people were scrambling for the "easy" farming course. After careful consideration, only those students who had assessed their own abilities and positioned themselves in logistics or were interested in construction chose this course.

Although the others were curious about the new teacher, they still obediently went to attend the practical classes.

Before you know it, it's Monday of a new week.

...

At 7:30, Qi Zhengfei glanced at his phone, let out a "uh," and hurriedly pulled his roommate up, saying, "Quick, stop eating and go get a seat."

My roommate Zhao Zhou, with a soy milk straw in his mouth and a half-eaten meat bun in his hand, was pulled up by the back of his collar. He glanced at his watch, puzzled, and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? There's still half an hour before class."

"Today is the first first aid class, so they'll definitely be scrambling for seats early. They might even be there before breakfast," Qi Zhengfei said confidently. "We need to get there early, or we might not even get to see the new teacher."

As the only new gossip during the busy exam week, news about the two new teachers has been circulating on the forum homepage for most of the week, and now many people at the school are eagerly waiting for their first class.

They were so "lucky" to get a slot at 8 a.m. on Monday, so they had to go early, right?

Zhao Zhou was persuaded by him, and the two quickly finished their breakfast and walked to the No. 2 teaching building. Sure enough, people were already walking up to the second floor where the classrooms were located.

Fortunately, they arrived on time and managed to snag front-row seats that weren't occupied by thermos cups and stationery.

After putting down his schoolbag, Zhao Zhou rubbed the back of his neck and hissed softly.

"What's wrong?" Qi Zhengfei was busy looking left and right when he heard his roommate's voice and turned around.

"It's nothing, I just slept wrong and got a stiff neck." Zhao Zhou shook his head, then suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, the principal sent out a notice over the weekend saying that the medical room is open. I heard that the school doctor is actually the first aid teacher, and he has both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine treatments—do you think I can ask him to take a look at my stiff neck after class?" he asked jokingly.

"It should be fine..."

The two chatted idly as eight o'clock approached, and the classroom gradually quieted down. Just then, the sound of unhurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Qi Zhengfei and Zhao Zhou couldn't help but straighten up.

With a creak, the classroom door opened, and the person who walked onto the podium was tall and handsome, completely different from the increasingly outrageous rumors circulating on the forum. His every move gave people a refined and gentle impression.

He glanced at the audience, smiled slightly, and said, "Hello everyone, I am Lu Yan. Starting today, I will be your first aid instructor and part-time school doctor. If you feel unwell, please come to the infirmary to find me."

Some people were looking at Teacher Lu and their attention wandered.

Last week, many people only caught glimpses of the new teacher's back and profile in candid photos taken on forums, or caught a quick glance in the cafeteria while eating, without getting a proper look at him. It wasn't until he actually appeared in front of them that some people realized something was wrong.

I have a feeling... there's something strangely familiar about him.

Have I seen you somewhere before?

Before they could think it through, the class had already started, so they had to suppress their questions and focus on taking notes.

Aside from his superior appearance, Lu Yan seemed excessively normal compared to the other teachers in Fangzhou, who each had their own distinct style and personality. He had no scars on his face, didn't wear Lolita dresses to class, and even his teaching style was the same. Unlike Zhao Yunxiao, who startled everyone with a holographic projection of zombies in the first class, Lu Yan honestly used several common emergency situations in the apocalypse and their corresponding first aid methods as a starting point, successfully arousing everyone's interest in the class.

The lecture was clear, fluent, and well-organized, making what was originally dry and boring medical knowledge easy to understand.

The first hour of the class flew by, and when the bell rang, everyone felt a sense of lingering interest and found it difficult to detach themselves from the lecture content.

When they finally caught their breath, someone clicked their tongue in disbelief: "Was this class... really that normal?"

They were surprised to find themselves attending a normal class in Fangzhou!

There are no teachers who will publicly demonstrate how to crack open a zombie's head at the drop of a hat, no teachers who analyze melodramatic love stories involving mistresses, and no teachers who will become limp and weak like noodles after a class... A class where you can keep up by simply sitting in the classroom, taking notes, and completing your homework!

Oh my god!

The first aid students were moved to tears, eager to hug each other and celebrate this momentous occasion.

Lu Yan, who was leaning against the corner of the classroom drinking water, heard the students' unrestrained cheers and couldn't help but fall silent: "..."

I have a feeling that something extraordinary happened at this school in the past two months, otherwise how could a group of energetic college students be manipulated into such a masochistic state?

But considering that it was Fu Qing who did it, it doesn't seem so strange anymore.

Lu Yan tightened the cap, put the water bottle back, and suddenly smiled.

Unfortunately... these students will be disappointed.

When the break ended, Teacher Lu clapped her hands as she returned to the podium, drawing everyone's attention to the podium, along with Qi Zhengfei and Zhao Zhou.

The person on the podium had rolled up their sleeves at some point, and a strange air of nonchalance had crept into their gentle demeanor. The way they clapped their hands was as if they were dealing with kindergarten children, and even their tone of voice was remarkably similar.

"Students who have read the course outline should know that the first aid course adopts a fixed teaching format, with the first half of the class covering theory and the second half focusing on practice."

He squinted slightly, creating a small shawl above his eyes, and looked at the weather outside.

The autumn breeze was slightly dry, and the sun was shining brightly. Teacher Lu turned around happily and said, "The weather is so nice, let's play a game of 'trapping the fool'!"

Students: "..."

Students: "?"

Three minutes later, everyone moved to the rooftop of Building No. 2, and everyone had a bewildered expression on their face.

"Why do we have to go to the rooftop for a first aid class?" Zhao Zhou felt a sore neck and didn't dare to look around like everyone else. He could only chat quietly with his roommate.

After he finished speaking, he pressed his neck again, feeling that his stiff neck was getting worse.

I really need to go to the school clinic after class.

Qi Zhengfei didn't know either. He tried to analyze the information revealed by Teacher Lu: "Losing oneself... could it be a game like dropping a handkerchief?"

He looked closely at Lu Yan and felt that he might pull out a rag doll from behind his back at any moment.

He couldn't help but chuckle, feeling that Teacher Lu's style was indeed different from the other teachers'.

But in the midst of a hectic academic life, it's quite nice to have such a relaxing required course...

One thought after another flashed through Qi Zhengfei's mind, and at this moment, the last student found a place to stand. Someone probably thought that Lu Yan looked easy to get along with, so he boldly asked, "Teacher, what is a little person?"

Lu Yan replied as expected, "They are our teaching aids."

Teaching aids?

The crowd remained puzzled: "What teaching aid?"

Lu Yan laughed: "What other teaching aids could there be for a first aid class?"

?

Everyone blinked their clear eyes, watching Teacher Lu, with her impeccable gentle smile, turn to the exit on the other side of the rooftop: "Let's welcome our cadaver teacher."

? ?

The door was pushed open, and this time, ten lifelike zombies walked in in a neat row.

Click—

It was the sound of the students' jaws dropping to the ground.

Everyone: "..."

Whose cadaver walks in?

wrong……

Qi Zhengfei stared at the lifelike zombie that was half a head taller than him and exclaimed, "Teacher, is this the little man you were talking about?!"