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After the New Year, the winter vacation seemed to be on fast-forward.
While the students were at home, Fu Qing upgraded and renovated the campus. A large plot of land was added to the western plain, which the system had prepared in advance, just waiting for spring to sow new seeds. The students in the farming class would then be responsible for the daily maintenance—irrigation, fertilization, pest control, weeding, pruning, pollination, etc., all of which were important parts of their regular duties.
In addition, she spent money to designate a plot of land in a corner of the campus, intending to buy some piglets, chicks, calves and the like to raise.
It's worth mentioning that of the batch of dyed chicks that Fu Qing brought back, after some of them died one after another, a large portion of them survived, and the dye on their bodies gradually faded, restoring their normal plumage color.
Not long ago, it even laid eggs, which the students all sent to the cafeteria. That day, there were extra egg drop soups in the soup.
College students are arguably the most animal-loving group. They not only take meticulous care of the chicks, but they also feed the stray cats that wander into the school until they are plump and healthy, swaying their increasingly fat bodies as they leisurely stroll around the campus.
Perhaps due to their unique living environment, these stray cats became the first group of cats in the world to have seen "zombies." They were not surprised by the existence of simulated zombies. A while ago, Fu Qing passed by the warehouse where simulated zombies were stored and saw one of the fat orange cats lying in the arms of an unactivated simulated zombie, finding a very comfortable position and sleeping soundly with its legs spread wide.
Not afraid of Fu Qing, it came over familiarly and rubbed its round head against her palm affectionately, purring softly.
The principal was so tempted that he secretly added a few more cat beds to the stockpile list the next day.
In short, with both pastures and fields available, Fangzhou was finally able to achieve food self-sufficiency and no longer needed to rely entirely on stockpiling.
As for the reinforcement of the walls, the traps on the outside of Fangzhou walls to prevent zombies, etc., Xu Mingyue said that they could be handed over to the students of the infrastructure course to complete, just like the tunnels.
Fu Qing then used the remaining points to purchase a large number of cold storage facilities and storage spaces, placing them underground where they would be cool, dry, and would not take up any above-ground space.
With the renovation complete, she finally began to enjoy her remaining winter vacation.
The winter sun made people feel lazy. Fu Qing left the office and found a bench with a good view by the artificial lake. Facing the shimmering lake, he took out a notebook with wrinkled edges from his backpack.
Fu Qing developed the habit of taking notes from the day of the entrance exam. Over time, her notes have filled three thick notebooks.
Opening the notebook, each page was filled with several names, accompanied by brief yet incisive evaluations—their first impressions of Fu Qing.
Scrolling further down, she even sees repeated names from previous students. When she encounters someone who has grown rapidly, Fu Qing will write a simple comment about their potential. When she encounters someone who is unbalanced in certain subjects, she will circle them in red to make a record, so that the system can remind the student to make up for their shortcomings in the conclusion of monthly exams and other assessments, or at least to understand their weaknesses so as not to suffer in the future.
These three notebooks bear witness to the growth of Fangzhou's 2,730 students over the past five months since the start of the semester.
During the recording process, everyone's performance was also imprinted in her mind.
If at the beginning of the semester, Fu Qing only had an impression of a few outstanding students like Su Huaijin because there were too many students, by the end of the semester, she had memorized every face and characteristic of every person in Fangzhou.
Fu Qing turned to a new page in the notebook, which had become almost twice as thick from repeated handling and reading, and wrote down the first name on the blank paper.
—Song Rushuang.
Despite being framed during the opening exam, she remained calm under pressure, killed a zombie, and successfully ranked among the top 100 in her grade. Later, on Yongxin Road Pedestrian Street, she bravely stepped forward to protect a classmate with mobility issues during a crisis. In every subsequent assessment, she showed significant improvement. According to the system report, Song Rushuang even ranked among the top five in her grade in the final exam for physical education, demonstrating exceptional practical skills.
Fu Qing understood that the key to dealing with zombies lay in whether or not one dared to overcome fear and confront it directly.
The fear here stems from two sources: fear of zombies as a species and fear of killing.
In the life-or-death situation of her first assessment, Song Rushuang forced herself to take that step, and after that, she naturally became more and more skilled.
Moreover, she is a talented girl herself.
When Fu Qing wanted to form an elite squad to hunt down devout believers, she was the first person he thought of.
Of course, there are other students in Fangzhouli who are even more skilled in practical combat than Song Rushuang. For example, in the final exam of the practical combat course, when the test was purely about close combat with zombies, Song Rushuang's grade dropped to twelfth place. However, the strategic thinking and unexpected ingenious ideas she demonstrated in the exam were enough to make up for the gap in this area.
Fu Qing hadn't forgotten that the terrible idea of using Sun Wei as bait during the first monthly exam was Song Rushuang's idea.
...She flipped through her previous notes, summarizing and reviewing the previous assessments.
His hands moved swiftly, writing down one name after another.
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Song Rushuang was completely unaware that she had already made a name for herself in the principal's heart. She savored Fu Qing's "Happy New Year" over and over again and spent a happy winter vacation.
Then, on the day of returning to school, he urged his parents to leave early and stood at the school gate of Fangzhou with his luggage before eight o'clock.
Before I even entered the school gate, I bumped into someone I knew.
Song Rushuang looked at Sun Wei in surprise, never expecting that there was another student in dormitory 1111 who had suddenly gone crazy and wanted to return to school early, just like her.
—She didn't receive the "Happy New Year" from the principal again!
Song Rushuang barely managed to swallow her boast, then noticed that there were two other people standing next to Sun Wei.
The woman kindly helped Sun Wei take her suitcase out of the car trunk. The two stood there and exchanged a few words before Sun Wei waved goodbye and dragged her suitcase toward the school gate.
Then, I saw Song Rushuang, who had been standing there furtively, watching for who knows how long.
Song Rushuang recognized the two as the mother and son who had been with Sun Wei before the incident on Yongxin Road Pedestrian Street. The woman's long hair was neatly tied up, and she wore black-rimmed glasses. She had a gentle and scholarly appearance, but her expression betrayed a lingering weariness. The boy was very handsome, with long, curly eyelashes and dark eyes that had a captivating allure, but he was rather short, barely reaching Sun Wei's chest.
At that time, Song Rushuang did not know that Sun Wei was her future roommate. Seeing that the three of them looked quite similar, she thought they were a family.
But later, while chatting in the dormitory, she learned that Sun Wei did not have a younger brother.
She had forgotten to ask about the mother and son's identities, so now was a good time to gossip.
“Oh, them…” Sun Wei scratched her head. “Didn’t I accidentally break my leg when school started? It was to save that child.”
The two dragged their luggage toward the dormitory building, and Sun Wei quickly recounted what had happened.
Although he was called a child, the boy named Jing Yun was actually thirteen years old and in the first year of junior high school. It was summer vacation at the time, and Sun Wei had just received Fang Zhou's admission notice. She was excitedly running home when she turned a corner and bumped into Jing Yun, who was running.
Because of the difference in size, Sun Wei was unharmed after the collision, but Jing Yun staggered back two steps, and right behind him was a flight of stairs—
“I pulled him up, and we both tumbled down the road,” Sun Wei said honestly. “Actually, I was also at fault, but Aunt Jing kept saying that I saved her son. She thanked me several times and even treated me to a meal. Today, when she saw me dragging my suitcase on the road, she specially brought me to school.”
Song Rushuang recalled the incident the principal had casually mentioned on the pedestrian street—that Sun Wei had suffered a fracture while saving someone—and finally understood the cause and effect.
“Aunt Jing is a very nice person. She seems to be a single mother, raising her son alone. It must be very difficult for her,” Sun Wei explained, then lowered her voice, “I told her in the car that the economic situation is not good recently and society is unstable, so I asked her to change the locks at home and prepare some protective equipment or something.”
When the apocalypse comes, the mother and son will have those protective items so that if they are targeted by someone with ill intentions, they won't be helpless.
Single mothers with children are clearly a high-risk group in a post-apocalyptic world.
...Moreover, the appearance of the mother and son is also likely to cause trouble.
Song Rushuang nodded. During this winter vacation, she also took the opportunity of visiting relatives to talk about many related topics with some relatives who lived in remote areas or whose communities had poor security facilities.
Both Song Jianguo and Xu Mingyu were puzzled; how could their daughter's personality have changed so much after going to university?
The person who used to hate visiting relatives was now actively chatting with them and even dragging them to visit a distant relative they hadn't contacted in ages. It was as if he had become a completely different person.
"Although I don't know how much they'll listen to, I'd feel guilty if I didn't offer a word of advice," Sun Wei said in a low voice, clearly still worried about the mother and son.
Song Rushuang wholeheartedly agreed.
Every night after midnight, the student wristbands would remind them of the latest countdown. When logging into the wristband page, the doomsday countdown would also be ticking away in the corner, and as the number got smaller and smaller, everyone's nerves would become noticeably tense.
After the two had finished packing their luggage and had a meal in the cafeteria, Zhang Han and Shen Qingqing returned to school with the rest of the group in the afternoon.
At 3 p.m., Song Ru, who was chatting with her roommates in the dormitory, suddenly felt a jolt in her wristband.
Shen Qingqing raised her wrist almost simultaneously with her, and after glancing at each other, their expressions changed.
Sun Wei and Zhang Han looked completely bewildered.
What are you looking at?
Was there a notification?
Zhang Han also checked the bracelet's page, but there was nothing there.
Song Rushuang stared at the notice, unsure how to begin. Shen Qingqing, however, quickly regained her composure, though her unsteady tone betrayed her inner turmoil: "It was sent by the principal."
"She said she needed us to come to her office, it was about... the formation of an elite class."
Finally, Shen Qingqing couldn't hold back any longer and slightly curled the corners of her mouth: "It seems that the elite class will be taught by the principal himself."
"..."
Half a minute later.
Shen Qingqing clutched her head and stormed out the door.
Behind her came Zhang Han's devastating roar: "You two received a Happy New Year from the principal, and you're going to the elite class, why do I get nothing! I'm going to make a scene!!"
"Shen Qingqing, are you showing off? You're definitely showing off, right? I'm angry! -- Wait, Xiaoshuang, where are you going?!"
Song Rushuang, who was slowly moving towards the door, suddenly froze. In the blink of an eye, she turned around decisively and resolutely, following Shen Qingqing's steps, amidst Zhang Han's desperate gaze filled with deep betrayal.
The two didn't explain—because it would be useless; at this point, it was clear that nothing Zhang Han said could appease him.
Behind her, Zhang Han's loud wailing was mixed with Sun Wei's opportunistic instigation: "This is too much! How could they do this? Betraying their sisters is an outrage against heaven and earth! We must find a way to get revenge on them!"
“That’s right!” Zhang Han sobbed, “I won’t be saving seats for them in the cafeteria this week, nor will I be helping them get the limited-edition fried chicken legs, braised pork ribs, or boiled pork slices, and I won’t be helping them with their daily game tasks!”
Sun Wei: "..."
A question mark slowly rose above her forehead.
Under Sun Wei's complicated gaze, Zhang Han, with tears in her eyes, emphasized loudly, "This time, I'm really angry!"
In the distance, Shen Qingqing and Song Rushuang slowed down and both breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Qingqing muttered to herself, "I knew it. The worst revenge she could come up with was hanging Shi Guangyao's confession wall."
The two patted their chests and went to find the principal with peace of mind.
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