Chapter 443 Xiaoyong
Dr. Sang picked up the resume and saw that the column about superpowers was smeared black.
The interviewer was so embarrassed that he stammered, "It's been so long that I completely forgot how to write the word yu (heal)."
If you can barely survive, who cares about becoming illiterate?
The person standing behind him heard it clearly and was shocked to find that he seemed to have lost the ability to write. He gestured in the air with his fingers, but could not write the way the word "yu" should look in his memory.
The news that they needed to fill out resumes quickly spread to the back, and everyone panicked and kept asking people around them how to write a certain word.
I wanted to apply for a doctor's job, but I couldn't even write. If this got out, I would be laughed to death.
Xia Yan also stretched out his finger and slowly wrote the word "yu" in the air.
Not to mention, she hasn't written for a long time and can't even see the words. If she is suddenly asked to write, she really needs to go over the words in her mind.
Among the panicked crowd below, only one team appeared to be very calm and seemed to be confident.
Someone couldn't help but ask for help: "Auntie, how do you write the word 'rescue'? I have no idea!"
Surprise and embarrassment flashed across the aunt's face. She shook her head and said, "I don't know either. I've never been to school."
"Then why are you still queuing..."
This confidence is indeed the calmness that only older people have...
The aunt was also puzzled: "I'm just applying for a cleaning job, and I have to be able to read?"
That person: ...
There was an old man in the crowd who behaved differently. While others were busy asking how to write a certain word, he was slowly wiping his glasses with the inside of his shirt. The man standing behind him was a little nervous and stretched out his arms to protect him on both sides to prevent anyone from accidentally bumping into him.
Looking at his head full of white hair, Xia Yan always felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
Looking forward along the team he was in, the sign held by the soldier said "Civilian Category".
The old man put his glasses back on his nose and looked at the familiar frame. She remembered that this was the old man she saw in the hospital corridor. She also reminded her that glasses were sold in the store and she could go buy them if she needed them.
After a brief exchange among several doctors, Dr. Sang stood up and waved his hand for everyone to be quiet.
"Don't panic, everyone. We wrote your resumes based on your statements. We will conduct skills training for employees later. You just haven't been exposed to writing for a long time. The basics are still there, so it won't be difficult to relearn."
A sigh of relief was heard at the scene, the anxiety between brows disappeared, everyone quieted down and lined up in order.
The job fair went on as normal, and soon it was the old man's turn.
"What's your name?"
"Preface to the Noble Scholar."
"Do you have any special abilities?"
"Yes, spatial ability, level three."
"What did you do for a living?"
"Principal of Hope School."
The doctor paused writing and looked up at Gao Shixu. The expression on his face told everyone that he had never expected that his dusty painful memories would suddenly be opened up in such a situation.
"Then, during the outbreak, that group of students." The doctor's voice was terribly low.
Gao Shixu's back seemed to press down a little, and he said softly, "It's all gone."
It's totally too late.
The zombie virus broke out too suddenly.
The doctor covered his face, and only his shoulders could be seen trembling slightly.
Gao Shixu's eyes instantly flashed with images of children running towards the teaching building with their schoolbags on their backs. They were pounced on from behind by zombies, bright red spurting out from their slender necks, and their tender and desperate screams resounded throughout the campus.
"Mom! Mom, save me!!"
At the school gate, a body lying in a pool of blood suddenly began to move its limbs, and stood up at a strange angle with a creaking sound.
"Mother!"
The scream attracted "her" to slowly turn back.
It was a face that had been bitten beyond recognition, and the bright red blood flowed like a stream along the eroded wound, wetting the clothes and gathering at the soles of the feet.
Sudden.
She arched her body and roared, then stumbled in, pounced on the child who was begging for help, and bit down hard on his soft abdomen...
Standing in front of the window, his hands and feet were cold, and all he could see were blood-red footprints, which invaded the cradle-like fragile campus step by step.
"There's nothing we can do," Gao Shixu's voice, which should have been numb, was filled with pain. "No one came to save us. There are zombies everywhere. The whole city is full of zombies."
There's no way to save him.
After getting used to peace, people become lazy and naively believe that a crisis will never happen around them. They are even blindly confident that they can react quickly and escape.
But the fact is, when the disaster really happens, rationality disappears instantly, limbs become sore and weak, the head becomes confused, and the body is completely out of control, as if the brain is covered in fog. All you can do is watch the zombies pounce on you, bite your face hard, and tear off a piece of flesh.
The severe pain came and the man finally woke up. He wanted to escape, but it was too late.
Except for those with strong physical fitness who can instantly awaken their muscles and move faster than their brains, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive.
The doctor couldn't hide his sobs.
His colleagues, understanding his situation, patted him on the shoulder with a sad look on their faces and said, "It's all over."
White clouds blocked the sun, the sky became overcast, and the wind blew from all directions, carrying the unique fishy and salty smell of the ocean.
Gao Shixu touched his chest, wondering if it was really over.
The doctor twitched his nose and picked up his resume and pen again. "Let's continue."
His nasal tone was very strong, reminding Gao Shixu that he was currently applying for a clerical job.
"Okay, ask."
"Clerical work requires writing. Although there will be training later, if you can write a lot of common characters now, I will apply for priority in hiring you."
The doctor opened a small door for him.
Gao Shixu nodded: "I still remember it and practice it every day."
The doctor looked a little surprised. He didn't believe that someone who was so busy would take the time to take out paper and pen to practice calligraphy, even if that person was a big shot.
He pushed his resume over and said, "Then I won't do it for you."
He looked at Gao Shixu's outstretched hand. There were brown age spots on the thin skin and thick joints, but he could hold the pen accurately and write on the paper with skillful posture.
It was a rustling sound without a pause.
His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, with a subtle and restrained stroke. The doctor couldn't help but give him a thumbs up and believed everything he said completely.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful. With your cultural background, it's a waste of your talent to be a small clerical worker." The doctor lamented and considered whether there was a better job.
Gao Shixu closed the pen cap, gently pushed it back, and politely declined:
"Thank you for your kindness, but I'm old and have been too weak over the years. I'm afraid I can't work too hard. No matter what the work is, I'll be satisfied as long as I can do my part."
The doctor drew a five-pointed star on his resume and placed it upside down at the bottom. Hearing this, he said, "Yes, just because you can read and write, you can be arranged to be a lecturer. The right position will be reserved for the right person. Don't you agree?"
"That makes sense. Mr. Gao is a man of great learning, but being a lecturer is a bit of a waste of his talent."
"Are you interested in becoming my teacher?"
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