Chapter 92 is very good.
Anselin folded her five fingers together, crushed the crystal core into powder, tilted her head back and poured it into her mouth. After swallowing it, she said disapprovingly, "It saves time."
As one of the Zombie King's loyal followers, Liu Tianyang didn't dare to refute him, and could only secretly mutter: "We won't get old, we have plenty of time."
Anselin casually patted his shoulder and wiped the remaining crystal core powder in her palm off his body.
"Who knows, maybe there are only a few years left."
Another follower who came later looked Anselin up and down and sighed sincerely: "Boss, you killed a lot of people and your clothes are not even dirty. Six."
Anselin crossed her arms and said coldly, "Drive all the enlightened zombies here."
Soon, roars were heard everywhere, and the zombies in District 16 crowded together like sheep being driven back to the sheepfold by a sheepdog, looking at the group of zombies on the high-rise building with a powerful aura in confusion.
Anselin looked down at them condescendingly, with an air of control over everything, like a majestic queen, and slowly spoke: "Before..."
"Puff."
The young man wearing headphones suddenly laughed out loud.
An Selin took back what she was about to say, turned her head, and looked at him coldly: "Student Jiang Jun, let me ask you, which of the four words you just said do you find funny?"
Jiang Jun's mouth drooped, but he quickly regained his seriousness: "Boss, you're not funny. It's mainly because the survivors seem to have gone crazy. They actually broadcast a crosstalk program on the public channel."
He took off his headphones and handed them to Anselin respectfully: "Listen."
Anselin was not interested at first, but seemed to hear something and suddenly changed her mind. She reached out to take the headphones and put them on.
The sound transmitted through the radio waves has a lot of background noise, but it is still clear.
A woman was speaking, her voice soft and sweet with a hint of smile, like pear juice boiled with rock sugar.
"...It's hard for you to remember so many words. I'll give you eighty votes."
A calm and crisp voice, like that of a little boy, then rang out: "Five votes."
Anselin lowered her eyelashes, and the glaciers in her eyes quietly melted into a gentle lake in the night.
Before she turned around, she said, "The headphones will belong to me from now on. You guys set the rules this time. I'm leaving."
The high-level zombie followers seemed to be completely bewildered: "Where are we going?"
The tall woman turned her back to them, without any explanation, just waved her hand, jumped down from the tall building, and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Jiang Jun shrugged. "Maybe she suddenly wants to listen to crosstalk. Do you want me to speak or should I?"
"Whatever, I'll do it. Zombies down there, listen up! Now that you've regained your sanity, remember that we're dead and a completely new species. Even if we don't eat human flesh or drink human blood, we won't starve to death. We can no longer attack our former kind because of our desire to eat..."
Anselin jumped down from a building of nearly 30 meters and landed lightly with almost no sound.
She ran quickly in the dark night, tiptoeing on the ground, like a red wind, and in an instant she left the city and appeared on the top of the highest and most open mountain nearby.
The signal is better at high places, and the quiet environment on the deserted mountain makes the sound in the headphones clearer.
Another song and dance show ended, but Anselin didn't care what their performance looked like. She only cared about the two judges who would speak during the voting time.
"I can see you put your heart into this performance, but your dancing isn't as polished as your costumes. I'll give you forty votes. Thirty is a reflection of your ability, and ten is an encouragement for your effort."
"Zero votes."
Anselin leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the starry sky and listening to the distant sounds, and couldn't help but curl her lips with laughter.
One plays the good guy and the other plays the bad guy.
"The total number of votes for the last show was 214. It's a shame that I probably won't win the grand prize. I hope I can work harder next time. The next show is going to be exciting. All the unmarried girls, brace yourselves! Are you ready for the tough guys' muscle show—"
Anselin's smile faded: "Hmm?"
The host was still enthusiastically introducing them: "Look at their physiques, how healthy they are, their muscles, how full they are. Broad back muscles, strong biceps, chest muscles... Commander, what do you think?"
The judge in the headset said appreciatively, "I think it's very good."
A sneer escaped Anselin's lips, and she repeated these two words: "Very good?"
There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his self-talk.
"Sister Lily, it seems you eat well."
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After a cooperative gala, people from several districts got to know each other better and appreciated each other, and their relationship became much closer than before.
After obtaining Huo Yu's management plan and a more detailed and complete design drawing of the underground base, District 9 officially began the national infrastructure construction task.
Ever since that day when it was confirmed that the party was not recorded but live, survivors across the country believed that the survivors who were forced to surrender and flee to District 9 by the Zombie King seemed to be mentally unstable.
They were worried about the zombie attack, but the deserters were singing and dancing and holding a party in the abandoned District 9.
No more life? The last carnival?
Then they discovered that the madness was not limited to that one night.
Every day when they woke up, survivors across the country turned on their radios and tuned to the emergency channel, they always heard dead sounds coming from the brand new District 9 base, like talking in a dream.
"It's sunny in District 9 today. Our breakfast is vegetable and lean meat congee. Fresh and fragrant lean meat shreds paired with sweet and soft rice, plus refreshing vegetables to relieve greasiness. A bowl of congee starts a vibrant day in District 9."
The audience laughed.
Listen, eating pork for breakfast, isn't that just a dream? Pigs have died from the virus and are now a nationally protected species. Where does the pork come from?
"Our commander said, 'Sharpening the knife makes the work of chopping wood easier,' so we set off to another district and brought in new excavators, trucks, and all sorts of tools."
"We encountered a little difficulty in our work today. We didn't know whether to keep or remove the pipes that were previously used. After discussion, we decided to treat them as garbage and clear them away."
"Today's menu for District Nine: noodle soup for breakfast. Braised beef with stir-fried sweet potato leaves for lunch. Three fresh vegetables for dinner. Ah! What a wonderful day!"
The people at the other bases were furious, taking over the channel and shouting, "Can you please stop talking nonsense? Do you think the public channel is a diary?"
The people in District 9 were not angry, but instead extended a warm invitation.
"Hurry up and surrender and dig together~~"
audience:……
There are traitors among us humans, and we all know who they are.
Shu Maomao quickly learned mathematics to the level of high school, and Huo Yu said that his level was limited and he could not continue teaching.
Shu Lan's original intention was not to train Shu Maomao to be a great mathematician. She just wanted to enrich her son with as much knowledge as possible, which might come in handy someday.
So she said that high school was enough, and let Huo Yu graduate directly from a teacher to become an assistant to help her with the management of the base, and replaced by a chemistry teacher to teach Shu Maomao.
After all, there is an old saying that goes, "If you master math, physics and chemistry, you will not be afraid of traveling around the world."
The chemistry teacher hadn't taught in years and didn't have any teaching aids. Suddenly, he was asked to teach a child. He was at a loss for words and could only dryly recite the contents of the textbook and tentatively ask, "Just memorize the periodic table today, okay?"
Shu Maomao finished memorizing the words on the form and said, "I've remembered it. Now what?"
The chemistry teacher said in panic, "So, so fast? Then next... let's learn chemical equations. Yes, equations."
When Shu Maomao heard that he was reading something that was already in the book, he simply flipped through the pages himself, thinking that he had finished reading it and that was enough to complete his study.
Zhou Yan, who had been secretly observing the crowd for several days, felt the time had come. He emerged, quickly approached, and mustered up the courage to speak to the people under the awning: "You don't have to deal with exams. There's no point wasting time learning a lot of textbook knowledge. Chemistry is a course that requires constant experimentation and hands-on manipulation of facts in order to understand and grasp the laws of chemistry."
At this time, Shu Lan, who was discussing with Lu Xingyao the list of supplies they would need for a long trip, turned her head and glanced at him lightly, and then said nothing more, as if she treated him as air.
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