She sat upright in a wheelchair, her long straight black hair made her look very quiet, her calm eyes under her bangs responded to everyone's gaze, her soft and beautiful face was full of youthful girlishness, and she looked like Moonlight in a youth film.
There was a murmur of discussion among the crowd.
"Oh my god, is she from our school? She's so pretty! Why haven't I noticed her before?!"
"He seems to be a music student in Gao's class, but unfortunately he is disabled."
"I can be disabled too!"
"Even a disabled person wouldn't look down on you!"
"Fuck! It's the end of the world. Don't be so hurtful when you say such things, or I'll hurt your heart when I touch you tonight."
I saw her pushing a wheelchair in front of the teacher who looked a little bewildered.
"This senior is right. I am disabled and should not be a burden to them. Teacher, please give my place to this senior."
"Eh? Cheng, please don't act on impulse. I'll go talk to the principal..."
"Teacher!" The girl in the wheelchair called her, her tone neither humble nor arrogant, "I have made up my mind."
She pushed the wheelchair and looked at the senior with a crew cut from afar, her eyes as calm as water.
"etc!"
A figure suddenly emerged from the crowd. Although it was a female voice, her resonant voice was full of heroism, "I'm not going either."
"Xiao Ru, don't act on impulse."
The girl turned around, stared at her friend, and said to her with a serious expression.
She ran behind the wheelchair girl, panting, "What do you care about me? I've made up my mind!"
A conflict was resolved by the impulsiveness of the two girls. The registration teacher looked at the dispersing crowd, sighed, and silently crossed out two names on the list.
Cheng Shuangqiu, Liu Ru.
…
In the mist, clouds and mist surged, and the figures in the mist sometimes floated and scattered, and sometimes condensed into a shape, as if dancing in the mist.
Bursts of roars were heard from the surging sea of fog.
The fog man floated over and saw in the clouds and mist, hideous-looking monsters were bound by invisible mist. They were all mutated zombies and mutant beasts with weak momentum.
They sensed the approach of the Mist Man and immediately let out threatening roars.
"You're so anxious after only being hungry for a few days. You're such a greedy little fellow."
"You're hungry now so that you can eat more later. Do you smell the meat in there? It's all yours..."
"It's almost time. We haven't seen any natives coming here in the past few days. It seems that these few people are the only ones left in the North District."
The Wu people looked at the natives surging in the crowd from afar. Looking at them was like looking at a group of people who had fallen into despair because of the curse.
How similar they are~ So it would be such a beautiful scene to kill them bit by bit with my own hands and watch them torn into pieces by the monsters!
It’s a pity that I am the only one who can appreciate such a beautiful picture. It’s so lonely.
At this time, it suddenly turned around and looked behind it.
"who!"
In the clouds and mist, a misty figure slowly emerged and walked over as if nothing had happened.
"Why are you running around again?"
But it soon felt relieved and introduced itself to the Wu people who had come over with great enthusiasm, "You came just in time! I was just worried about not having an audience, so I'd like to invite you to watch an elegant and bloody massacre."
"Dela, enjoy the helpless wailing of these damn natives!"
The sound echoed in the sea of fog along with the hungry howls of the monsters.
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