Chapter 57: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 04 Teasing
After hearing the sound, Song Qingqing tiptoed to the window, picked up a corner of the curtain, looked towards the corridor through the gap, her pupils slightly shrinking.
It was a white-haired old man. Although his face was unrecognizable, Song Qingqing recognized him by his serious formal attire. He seemed to be a well-known professor in the biology department, but he was not very popular with students because he had to start every class at 8 am and take attendance in every class. The failure rate of the final exam was also very high. Because he rushed to teach the students at 8 am, he has now turned into a zombie.
Song Qingqing didn't dare look at the bloody face that had been bitten. She quietly put down the curtain in her hand and shook her head. She felt a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she respected the professor's rigorous approach to scholarship, but on the other hand...
What does this indirectly indicate? It indicates that early eight is harmful to people.
The door of the activity room stopped colliding, and suddenly there was a loud noise coming from the glass window. The curtains were blown open by the violent shaking. Song Qingqing, who was standing by the window, was startled. When she turned around, she saw the professor's bloody face pressed against the glass. His teeth, which were covered with flesh and blood, kept hitting the glass, and the friction made a numbing sound.
This was the first time she saw a zombie at such a close distance, even though there was only a layer of glass between them. Song Qingqing instinctively wanted to move away from the window, but she didn't see clearly and fell straight into Zhao Zemu's arms.
Zhao Zemu glanced at the terrifying zombie outside the window and reached out to support Song Qingqing. "Do you know this zombie?"
Song Qingqing buried her head in Zhao Zemu's chest, her fingers trembling as she clutched his coat. "He's an old professor from the School of Biology," she said in a trembling voice. "I just noticed he has an access card hanging around his neck. He might need that card to enter Professor Ye Si's lab."
Zhao Zemu looked in the direction Song Qingqing said, and sure enough, he saw a blue and white access card hanging around the professor zombie's neck.
"Is it enough to just swipe the access card?" Zhao Zemu frowned slightly. When he arrived at this school in his previous life, City A had already fallen, and the door of Ye Si's research institute was badly damaged. But as far as he knew, the access control protection measures of the Biochemical Research Institute were very strict.
Song Qingqing shook her head. "I don't know. I've only visited the outside of Professor Ye's research institute. Maybe a fingerprint lock is still needed?"
Then, Song Qingqing watched in amazement as Zhao Zemu opened the office door directly, cut the professor's neck cleanly with a dagger, and cut off his fingers and put them in a sealed bag.
Bloody fingers and flesh, and a transparent bag stained with blood.
An urge to feel nauseous surged up her throat. Song Qingqing frowned, turned around, patted her chest to calm down, and suppressed the urge to retch.
A line of blue text suddenly popped up on the task panel in front of me.
[The Naughty Task Schedule: 1. Act like a spoiled child to Zhao Zemu and express your disgust towards zombies. 2. Stick to Zhao Zemu and express your fear.]
Song Qingqing: “…”
Why haven't there been such detailed daily task lists before? Has it become so intelligent?
She silently glanced at Zhao Zemu who was wiping the dagger, and then silently looked at the transparent sealed bag he had casually placed on the table, and almost couldn't help vomiting again.
Just as Song Qingqing was thinking about how to complete this schedule task, a scream suddenly came from the office next door.
Zhao Zemu stopped wiping the dagger and looked vigilantly in the direction of the sound, only to find several teachers crowded by the window, looking at him in horror.
Look at yourself, not at the fallen zombies.
Zhao Zemu often saw that look in the early days of the apocalypse in his previous life. The people who killed zombies at the beginning were often mistaken for murderers.
As expected, the screaming female teacher covered her mouth and pointed a trembling finger at him, "You killed someone! You actually killed Professor Li!"
The expressions of the teachers hiding in the office suddenly changed, and they looked at Zhao Zemu as if he was a horrible murderer.
Zhao Zemu frowned, opened his mouth, but felt there was no need to explain, so he put away the dagger and turned to leave.
Seeing that Zhao Zemu was about to leave, Song Qingqing hurriedly followed him, closing her eyes and turning her head to wrap the sealed bag containing the finger on the table with a black sports cloth bag.
But before leaving, Song Qingqing couldn't help but look back at those teachers. If her memory was correct, it was them who killed Professor Li.
Professor Li's arm was accidentally cut by sharp glass fragments while he was directing students to evacuate from the classroom. Finally, when he was forced to hide in the office, he was pushed out by those teachers.
She also vaguely heard shouting, which roughly said that he was captured by those monsters and that Professor Li would soon become like that and bite them.
Professor Li knew that the original owner was hiding in the activity room next door, but he did not knock on the door of this office. Instead, he hid in the toilet at the end of the corridor. No one knew how he became like this.
It was now approaching evening, the power in the teaching building had long been cut off, and the light in the corridor was a little dim.
Zhao Zemu walked forward silently with his back to the light. Because his back was facing away, Song Qingqing couldn't see the expression on his face. He was tall and had long legs, and his steps were big. Song Qingqing almost had to jog to keep up with him, but she didn't dare to slow down for fear of being caught by zombies that came from nowhere.
Thinking of the mission schedule, Song Qingqing bit her lip, pretended to accidentally step on the sticky blood on the ground, fell sideways to the clean floor next to her, and let out a suppressed cry of pain.
Zhao Zemu stopped and turned around, hugging his arms and looking down at the girl who fell to the ground.
There was a hint of teasing in his dark eyes, as if he had seen through what Song Qingqing was trying to do.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, looked away guiltily, and didn't dare to look at Zhao Zemu. Before she could say anything, Zhao Zemu spoke before her.
"Let me guess, you stepped on blood, slipped and fell, and twisted your ankle?" Zhao Zemu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes sweeping over the girl's slender ankle. Compared with her previous life, the way she flirted with people seemed a little clumsy and deliberate. She was afraid of getting blood on herself, so she knew to fall on the clean ground.
I don't know whether to say she is stupid or smart and witty.
Damn, this guy is so bad.
Song Qingqing turned her head away, her ears turned red after being exposed, but she couldn't deny it, so she just nodded softly. She tried to hold it in, but still couldn't help but mutter something under her breath.
"I'm afraid of being captured by zombies. Can't you carry me on your back?"
With Zhao Zemu's skills, he could even kill zombies single-handedly with her on his back. Moreover, Zhao Zemu obviously had superpowers. She remembered that the plot outline mentioned that he seemed to have fire-related superpowers, but he hid his abilities in front of her and solved the zombies in the simplest way. She didn't even get to see the legendary fancy superpowers.
Zhao Zemu was amused by her righteous tone, which dispelled the unhappiness brought by those people just now.
The tall man squatted down in front of her, revealing only his broad and strong back. "Come up, Miss Song."
Only then did Song Qingqing contentedly put her arms around Zhao Zemu's neck and climbed onto his back, not forgetting to give him the black sports bag.
"Take this." The soft tone carried a hint of disgust and fear, but perhaps because it was mostly fear, the trembling voice sounded like a coquettish act, not annoying.
"There are zombies everywhere, so I don't want to be obsessed with mysophobia." Zhao Zemu said as he took the sports bag and slung it over his shoulder. His broad, hot palms supported the girl's round buttocks and lifted her up, steadying her on his back. Suddenly, he chuckled, "She doesn't seem that thin after all."
The temperature of his palm could be clearly felt at this moment, and Song Qingqing's face suddenly became hot. She silently hid her face in his shoulder. The faint and slightly cool scent of laundry detergent on Zhao Zemu's body was a bit pleasant, and she couldn't help but smell it carefully again.
The girl's breath, as soft as feathers, came from the side of his neck. Zhao Zemu froze strangely for a moment and asked, "What are you smelling? I'm not sweating."
Song Qingqing didn't notice that Zhao Zemu's ears were actually red under his black hair, but because his wheat-colored skin was darker, it was not obvious, and the light was dim so she couldn't see clearly.
The girl, whose little trick was caught, froze instantly, hugging Zhao Zemu's neck like a koala bear clinging to a tree, not daring to move. After a long while, she whispered in a low voice, "You don't smell like sweat."
Zhao Zemu suddenly chuckled, and Song Qingqing realized belatedly that Zhao Zemu was trying to trick her into thinking whether she had secretly smelled him. After all, he was a man who had lived many lives, so his methods had to be a bit cunning.
Song Qingqing was a little depressed and bit his shoulder angrily, but she found that because he was carrying her on his back, his back was exerting force, and the muscles on his shoulders and back were very strong and hard, so she couldn't bite anything.
The girl's teeth had no offensive power at all, but instead made him feel distracted, as if she was flirting with him.
"Has it turned into a zombie? Then I have to throw you down." Zhao Zemu said with a rogue smile and loosened his hand. Song Qingqing was about to slide down instantly. She was so scared that she immediately hugged his neck tightly and even clamped her legs around Zhao Zemu's strong and thin waist.
But Zhao Zemu was just teasing her, how could he really throw her down? But he relaxed for a moment and immediately caught her.
This corridor is very long and leads to the main teaching building. According to the map drawn by Song Qingqing, it should be able to avoid the hordes of zombies on the main road. In addition, this floor has been cleared by Zhao Zemu's team before, so there are not many zombies.
The dim corridor was filled with a fishy smell and a silence heavy with the breath of death. From time to time, screams and the roars of zombies could be heard.
Song Qingqing lay on Zhao Zemu's back, thinking of his expression when those teachers accused him of murder. She tightened her arms, rested her chin on his shoulder, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Don't be angry."
"Hmm?" Zhao Zemu tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to hear clearly what Song Qingqing was saying, but he felt his cheek brushing against her soft lips.
Song Qingqing pursed her lips and said, "That's what those teachers said."
"Just a few days ago, shortly after the chaos broke out, they were the ones who pushed Professor Li out. So ignore them..."
It turned out that she was still thinking about what had just happened and was trying to comfort him. This gentle nature was quite different from that of her previous life.
In the darkness, Zhao Zemu smiled slightly without saying a word, his eyes fixed on the orange-red afterglow not far away.
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