Starting a Survival School Before the Zombie Outbreak

The main text is complete. In the fifth year of the zombie outbreak, humanity was completely exterminated. Fu Qing, who had survived until the end, died in despair, only to open her eyes and return to before the disaster struck.

The city was breezy and bright, a picture of peace. Just as Fu Qing was preparing to enjoy her remaining time, a voice suddenly appeared in her mind.

[Campus Simulation Management System Bound!] [Mission Objective: Teach survival skills, cultivate elite forces, establish a well-equipped [Survival School], and become humanity's final refuge!] [Time until first infection: 364 days, 23 hours, 35 minutes, 48 seconds—]

Fu Qing: ...What kind of joke is this? In the glorious final year of Earth's civilization, you want me to raise kids??

Freshmen of class 9999 at Fangzhou University discovered that their school seemed a bit unusual.

—What the hell are "Zombie Classification," "Crop Cultivation," and "Basic Stockpiling Theory" on the class schedule?

—As a broadcasting major, why is her required physical education course armed cross-country?

—While other students' military training consisted of standing at attention under the sun, why were they directly placed into holographic pods, facing zombie gore from the very beginning?!

The top liberal arts student, tremblingly dragged into a military command class, had a blank expression: Why do the enemies the teacher mentions not seem human at all?

The sports special student, confused about being placed in the elite class, saw stars: Starting with how to sever tendons and ligaments, is this appropriate?!

When they tried to withdraw, an [Application Rejected] window automatically appeared!

A month later, the freshmen were at their breaking point. They collectively protested to the principal: It's impossible for anyone in this world to take down three zombies in one minute!

The young principal raised her eyes and arched an eyebrow.

30 seconds later, the freshmen watched in stunned silence as the principal effortlessly dispatched ten small zombies like cutting melons.

Fu Qing flexed her wrist and turned: Any other questions?

The freshmen, huddled together like baby chicks, trembling: ...They swallowed their saliva: N-no, nothing.

In the year 10,000 of Earth's calendar, an unknown virus swept the globe. At their wit's end, a group of students descended from the sky, trained and ready with battle axes, taking down small zombies with each swing.

They led terrified humans to establish bases, grow crops, and stockpile supplies; taught everyone how to accurately identify zombie types and prescribe the right countermeasures; and even formed an elite unit that flattened the zombie king's lair...

Under the leadership of Fangzhou University students, China became the global strategic center, an island in the storm, with countries seeking help one after another.

When everything calmed down and reconstruction began, the media swarmed in for interviews: What motivated you to perform such heroic deeds?

The students, tears in their eyes: We have to thank our principal!

(Because she is just too terrifying TVT.)