The 21 people listed above in Chapter 6 will be expelled...
After turning off the microphone, Fu Qing remembered to ask the system, "By the way, what should we do with those students who turned into zombies?"
system:【……】
You haven't even asked this question yet, and you've already thrown out the punishment. Are you planning to punish them all at once if they can't come?
I have a feeling that the students' future days are probably not going to be too good.
This can be seen in the fact that this mock exam at the start of the school year completely disregarded martial ethics...
System: [To achieve a more immersive experience, the realistic simulation effect will gradually fade, and students will gradually return to their original state within ten minutes.]
However, it will probably take much longer than ten minutes to accept all of this.
Fu Qing nodded.
Beside her was a notebook filled with dense notes, all taken within the past hour.
Fu Qing casually flipped through the notebook, underlined a few names, and asked, "What about the memories after becoming a zombie? Will they remain?"
No. Humans are brain dead the moment they turn into zombies; they retain no memories.
Fu Qing paused slightly, closed the notebook, but her expression remained unchanged.
"Okay." She stood up and said casually, "Let's go."
*
The broadcast ended, and the bathroom fell into complete silence.
Song Rushuang and the other two could hardly believe their ears.
Running to the auditorium to assemble while surrounded by hordes of zombies? And there's a punishment for not being there within ten minutes?
And then there was a flirtatious "Oh~" at the end??
Listen to this, is that even human language?
"There are so many zombies outside, how are we going to get there..."
Zhang Han held onto the wall, stepped on the edge of the sink used for rinsing mops, and stood on tiptoe, trying to reach the only ventilation window in the bathroom.
When I finally reached it, I let out a surprised "Eh!"
Shen Qingqing: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Han peeked out from the windowsill, her eyes darting around, and said hesitantly, "It seems like all the zombies outside have disappeared, there are only a few left, and they're not surrounding the cafeteria anymore, they all seem to be heading towards... the auditorium?"
She pointed uncertainly in a direction: "That should be the auditorium, right?"
"Yes." Shen Qingqing arrived early and had already toured the school beforehand, giving her a positive answer.
But once you figure it out, it only makes you more confused.
What does this mean? They've all turned into zombies, yet they still have to attend the opening ceremony? What kind of hegemonic rule is this?
Song Rushuang, who was lying by the door, suddenly hissed, "The zombies outside seem to have left."
When they had ten minutes left to hide, a zombie suddenly appeared outside. Perhaps it heard their noise and was certain that there were people inside, so it relentlessly scratched at the door with its claws for ten minutes.
During this time, two more zombies were also attracted.
The three of them were terrified when they heard this, but to their surprise, the noise outside suddenly stopped as soon as the broadcast started.
Now, Song Rushuang could hear footsteps fading into the distance.
She listened for a while, then straightened her head and said something that even she thought was crazy: "Why don't we go to the auditorium and take a look?"
The broadcast announced that a zombie horde drill was about to begin, and sure enough, the zombie horde arrived.
The broadcast said the exercise would end in an hour, and as soon as the countdown stopped, the zombies indeed retreated.
It seems that even zombies obey her commands.
Song Rushuang had a feeling that following the instructions broadcast over the loudspeaker was the wisest course of action in this school.
She explained her thoughts and tried to persuade them: "When we go out later, we'll close the door and be careful on the way. If things look bad, we'll come back immediately."
“Actually, I also think it’s better to do what the broadcast says,” Shen Qingqing said hesitantly. “I just have a strange intuition.”
Perhaps it was the nonchalant tone the other person used when mentioning the "zombie horde" that influenced her; such a terrifying existence was described so casually by her.
So, she must be at least more powerful than a horde of zombies, right?
...Although Shen Qingqing really couldn't imagine what kind of person could be more powerful than those terrifying things.
Although Zhang Han was scared, she had to obey the majority. Since both of her roommates had said so, she had no choice but to pick up a mop shakily.
"Let's go."
*
On their way to the auditorium, they witnessed the most magical scene of their lives.
At first, the three of them were a little scared, and they huddled close to the corner of the wall, sneaking around like dogs. But they found that all the zombies they saw along the way seemed to have no interest in them at all.
Outdoors, the zombies swarmed into the woods and quickly disappeared into the shadowy corners.
They arrive like a rising tide and depart like a receding tide, fierce and swift.
Only a few dozen stragglers remained, wandering aimlessly like headless flies, wearing Air Jordans and hoodies, some even carrying ita bags—clearly their classmates.
The zombie-like students walked around with blank expressions. Two of them bumped into each other, their heads touching, and it seemed that the impact snapped them out of their daze.
After a moment of stunned silence, they stared at each other and then screamed in unison.
—A zombie screamed upon seeing another zombie.
Bystanders: "..."
The suddenly resurrected zombie students were so frightened by their own kind that they crawled all over the ground, and then scared the students who had just emerged from their hiding place and were still unaware of the truth so much that they wet themselves in fear.
A chubby boy stood at the door, waving frantically at his classmates behind him with a look of terror on his face.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry back! They've evolved into aberrant species!"
Song Rushuang: "..."
It took a full five minutes to clear up the misunderstanding.
One by one, the students who had been turned into zombies regained consciousness. The severed limbs and remains scattered all over the ground disappeared, and the blood-stained clothes miraculously returned to normal. If it weren't for the mud on their bodies and the messy marks left from their escape and struggle, Song Rushuang would probably have thought that everything that had just happened was just a nightmare before the start of the school year.
"I'm still alive..."
"Wasn't I bitten? Why am I lying here?"
What just happened?
"Zhao Yang! Thank goodness, you're not dead!"
"Chen Jia!"
Those who survived rushed out of the building and hugged their classmates who had once "died," crying and laughing at the same time.
Although they were just roommates who had just met, they miraculously developed a deep bond due to this crisis.
Some people transformed back into humans from mindless zombies, their brains overwhelmed by the shock and unable to process it, leaving them standing still to digest the experience.
Many more people were attacked and injured, some with extremely serious injuries, staring blankly at their wounds.
The severed limb regenerates, wriggling and growing new flesh and blood. The whole process is painless and itch-free, but the pain left behind cannot be erased.
As Song Rushuang passed by, she saw a familiar-looking boy kneeling on the ground, trembling with his arms crossed.
In the recent tragedy, his right hand was torn off by a zombie.
The sun shines brightly on the earth, but many people are still not awakened from their nightmare.
She suddenly felt a sliver of despicable relief, thankful that she hadn't experienced any of this, otherwise she probably wouldn't be able to sleep at night, and when she tossed and turned, she could feel phantom pain in her body.
Immediately following, a surge of anger rose within him, burning towards the creator of this tragedy.
—That voice on the radio.
What was her purpose in dragging them into hell?
Will this kind of thing happen again in the future?
As Song Rushuang's thoughts raced, her mind became increasingly chaotic. Just then, Shen Qingqing nudged her with her elbow and gestured in a certain direction with her eyes.
She turned her head and happened to see the boy who had locked them outside the storage room.
He also saw the three people at the same time, and his expression froze, as if he were a little guilty.
But he quickly turned away nonchalantly, striding away as if he hadn't seen anything.
"Holy crap!" Zhang Han's eyes widened, and she stepped forward to block the boy. "Hey, you're not going to pretend nothing happened, are you?"
When she reached out to pull him, the boy shook her off, saying, "I don't understand what you're saying."
Zhang Han: "?"
She sneered, "You locked us out, almost getting us bitten to death by zombies, and you've already forgotten about it? Impossible."
An apology may not be enough, but if you don't even have the attitude to apologize, then there's a big problem.
Zhang Han raised her voice a bit, and the boy immediately frowned, but his face remained serious, and he even took two steps back in disgust: "Don't try to extort me. Who can prove these things? I've been hiding in one place ever since the zombie horde broke out. Don't wrong an innocent person."
Shen Qingqing immediately stepped forward: "We can all testify."
"There's no surveillance footage. You think you can just say that? Are you trying to extort money from me? Besides, how can you prove it was me and not someone else? Don't make a mistake and then try to pin it on me." He pointed contemptuously to the sky, as if to say, "Nobody up there is watching."
"Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going now."
Zhang Han was stunned by his shamelessness. By the time she came to her senses, he had already walked several meters away. She was furious: "You just wait!"
The boy turned around and glared at her fiercely.
Shen Qingqing pulled Zhang Han back: "Forget it, forget it."
"He dared to glare at me! Qingqing, don't stop me, how can this be let go!" Zhang Han was so angry that she was like an uncontrollable calf.
The next second, Xiao Niu was dragged away by his two roommates.
Shen Qingqing lowered her voice in exasperation: "I'm telling you not to be so impulsive."
"Exactly," Song Rushuang admonished. "If you're going to get revenge, you have to do it secretly. Otherwise, what if he remembers your face and one day he sneaks up on you?"
As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Zhang Han's thin arm.
He withdrew his hand and then quietly rubbed his shoulder.
The spot where the boy bumped into me is still throbbing; by tonight, it will probably turn into a large bruise.
Zhang Han felt she had learned something, calmed down a bit, and said in a harsh voice, "I understand, I'll hang his name on the confession wall tonight and ruin his reputation!"
Song Rushuang was speechless: "Couldn't you come up with a more mature way of taking revenge...?"
Zhang Han hesitated: "But even if we call the police, they probably won't take the case..."
She sighed, "We might not even win a fight. Are we really going to sneak out of the boys' dormitory under the cover of darkness and put sacks in their pockets?"
Song Rushuang: "..."
That being said, she hadn't really thought it through.
The other party is tall and strong. If the three girls go to cause trouble for him and a fight breaks out, they might not necessarily come out on top.
The most frustrating thing about this world is that good people don't always get good rewards, and bad people don't always get bad punishments. More often than not, it's a disgusting and helpless feeling, like swallowing a fly.
Because of this incident, the trio became a little somber and walked silently to the auditorium, only to find that the ten-minute countdown was almost over.
A few people were sparsely seated in the auditorium, and those who arrived later were all sweating profusely from running.
The projection screen at the front of the stage fell down, displaying a ten-minute timer—it was the system playing tricks.
As more and more people gathered around, everyone craned their necks to look around. Compared to the joking attitude they had when they first heard the broadcast, there was now a lot more tension. Some people were staring at the numbers on the screen, while others were silently swallowing, their nerves stretched to the limit.
Regardless of who goes on stage next, at least they know that this person is serious.
The system, which had been secretly observing everything, squeaked and suddenly realized what was going on.
It finally understood the significance of Fu Qing's actions.
Not only did it convince freshmen of the coming "apocalypse," but this sudden zombie horde also solidified Fuqing's authority.
No one dared to move. The freshmen placed their hands on their knees obediently, just like primary school students listening to a lecture.
but……
The system started to worry again.
These students harbor not obedience or trust, but fear.
Above that, there is probably a discontent that is being desperately concealed.
This is definitely not the kind of emotion a good teacher-student relationship should have.
While this approach might keep students obedient in the short term, it's likely detrimental to long-term relationships...
It is said that a child will be filial under the rod, but a child can be extremely filial under the rod!
Fu Qing was unaware of the complexities the system was plotting. She emptied her Want Want milk in the last second of the countdown, tossed aside the carton, and strolled leisurely onto the stage, glancing at the audience below.
The flowers of the motherland were disheveled and in a sorry state. Some had half of their sleeves torn off, and the buttons were stuck with crooked threads. Others had lost a shoe and were trying their best to hide the sock with the Pleasant Goat pattern under their remaining shoe.
They looked like they had just returned from a massive brawl involving a thousand people.
To any teacher, this scene would likely make them feel that the school's future is in jeopardy, and they would be eager to pack up and run away immediately.
Fu Qing nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, very energetic."
The freshmen: "...??"
They stared at each other, wide-eyed, as Fu Qing walked to the podium.
She looked far too young, dressed casually, her slender figure wrapped in a loose long T-shirt, with no makeup on. She looked no more than twenty years old and should be their age.
—How did you end up standing on the stage?
Many people even secretly wondered if she had taken the wrong turn and should have sat down next to them.
Among the crowd, only Song Rushuang almost jumped up.
There's no mistake!
The person standing on the platform was the one she had seen among the horde of corpses!
...
Fu Qing adjusted the microphone.
The height of the podium was fixed. She was 1.73 meters tall, quite tall, and had to lean slightly forward to speak. Fu Qing maintained that leaning posture, opened a small notebook in her hand, and glanced at it.
"Before we begin, please stand up if your name is called."
She spoke quite professionally, with the air of a teacher.
Fu Qing read from his notes one by one, his tone steady.
"Fan Hua, Liu Jun, Zhao Xinyu, Luo Jiao, Liu Shuxu..."
One by one, the people whose names were called stood up, and the people around them looked at them, all feeling puzzled.
The faces of the standing people showed a hint of fear.
In situations like these, standing out is never a good thing.
not to mention……
More and more people got up, until—
"Shi Guangyao".
Song Rushuang, Shen Qingqing, and Zhang Han opened their eyes wide at almost the same time.
This time, it was the boy who had locked them out who got up!
When his name was called, the malice on Shi Guangyao's face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of cowardice and fear in the face of his superior.
Tall and strong, he stood out prominently in his seat, and suddenly, without any instruction, he shrugged and hunched his shoulders like Yu Cheng, staring anxiously at Fu Qing on the stage.
Shi Guangyao seemed to be the last person on the list. After reading his name, Fu Qing snapped the notebook shut.
Without the obstruction of radio waves, the cool tone of the voice resonated clearly throughout the entire auditorium.
"The above 21 individuals are expelled for serious violations of school rules during the exercise. Please leave the school by 8:00 AM tomorrow. Those who fail to leave on time will be considered to have stayed illegally and will be removed from the school by security."
As the last word fell, the auditorium became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Fu Qing looked around and nodded politely: "If there are no problems, you can go back and pack your luggage now."
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