Jiangcheng Middle School is a famous private high school in the eastern region.

Went to the same middle and high school.

The teaching building is very beautiful.

Just like in school idol dramas.

The stacked corridors connect several teaching buildings.

Outside the teaching building, there is a dedicated gymnasium, music hall, dome observatory, etc.

Students who attend this school can develop a variety of interests.

Although at this moment, these students have no other hobbies except eating people.

“Ah——”

A group of zombie classmates ran out of the school.

Under the bleak sunlight, they ran with the energy typical of people of their age.

Everyone was howling, swinging their arms and legs, and their grey eyes were filled with excitement.

One of the fastest zombies looked like a sports student in the school. He wore a black headband with English words on his head, a thin sports outfit and high socks.

It looked miserable when it was alive. Its face was bitten beyond recognition. The left half of its face, from the eyes to the apple skin, was bitten off by other zombies, leaving only a big bloody hole. After several years of fermentation in the apocalypse, it turned into a piece of black, bulging and rotten meat. The good skin around it shrank due to the transformation.

It was tightly wrapped around the large piece of rotten meat that looked like it would burst out at any time.

No matter how terrible its wounds are, they cannot affect its running speed.

The zombie classmate overpowered the classmates behind him and ran to Han Qingxia with all his might.

Five meters away from her.

It swung its arms high, bent its legs suddenly downward, and jumped off the ground.

“Bang!”

The glass in front of Han Qingxia shook, and the zombie classmate fell precisely in front of her.

After the zombie classmate landed in front of her, he opened his big, dry mouth like the abyss, pressed his entire face against the windshield, and gnawed at the window in front of him with a grunting sound.

The sharp teeth scraped against the glass, making a creepy sound.

"Ho ho ho ho!"

"Ho ho ho!"

“Bang!”

When the zombie classmate was gnawing at the glass vigorously, a windshield wiper like a blade rose up from the bottom along the glass, and when it shoveled it, it swung out suddenly.

The blade gears of the large shovel below were spinning extremely sharp.

It immediately swallowed up the falling zombie.

"Bang——"

Han Qingxia stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the zombie harvester made a majestic roar and rushed towards the zombie middle school in front of it at full speed.

“Ahhhhh——”

“Ah——”

All the zombies in the school rushed over, howling.

Han Qingxia would crush as many zombies as there were along the way.

A reminder sounded in her mind.

【Six thousand three hundred and one】

【Six thousand four hundred and eight】

【Six thousand five hundred and nine】

【Six thousand eight hundred and eight】

[Seven thousand three]

.......

【Eight thousand nine hundred five】

Soon, when Han Qingxia had almost finished cleaning up the zombies outside the school teaching building, she had killed nearly nine thousand zombies.

Han Qingxia planned to clean up the zombies in the teaching building and then clean up another wave on the way back. Ten thousand zombies would be easily cleaned up.

Now her goal is to find that high-level zombie.

now.

On the rooftop of a teaching building, a group of people noticed her.

"Look! Someone is coming to our school!"

"She's killing zombies! She killed all the zombies in our school!"

"Are they here to rescue us?"

"What are you thinking! Who can save us now? They must be from another base!" A teenager of about sixteen or seventeen said coldly in the crowd.

"Yes, look at their equipment. Their vehicles are modified vehicles. They must be people from other bases who came here to look for supplies!"

"When they find us, they'll take our food!"

"And he'll kill us!"

"What should we do? Teacher Mo hasn't come back yet!"

"You guys continue to watch here and keep a close eye on them. We must not let them find us. Let's go and inform Teacher Mo!"

A group of boys and girls aged sixteen or seventeen were talking on the rooftop.

"good!"

"good!"

After everyone finished discussing, three people ran out and the remaining four continued to observe on the rooftop.

They saw Han Qingxia get out of the car and enter the office building.

The expressions of several people on the rooftop changed immediately.

Han Qingxia entered the office building.

The reason why she had an impression of this middle school was because someone in the radio station had organized several missions to attack this middle school.

They said that this is a private middle school with no winter or summer vacations, and it is also under closed management during normal times, so there are a lot of supplies in the school.

There are three supermarkets in this school, and the cafeteria is of university cafeteria standard.

Every canteen window has a pile of rice, flour, grain, oil and other things.

After this mission was issued, several groups of people gathered to attack, but no one succeeded.

Later, someone issued a warning that there was a zombie king of level four or above in this middle school.

Very scary.

After Han Qingxia sorted out the information in her memory, she went straight to the office building.

Since they are teachers, they should be doing this in the office building.

She pushed open the glass door in front of her that was covered with thick dust, and saw a very spacious hall.

There were only two rows of green plants that had long since died in the hall, profiles of some outstanding teachers hanging on the walls, and a line of large characters on the wall in front.

Educating people and teaching is a pleasure.

After Han Qingxia took it all in, she walked step by step, paying attention to the information inside.

The two gold-framed paintings of outstanding teachers hanging at the left and right attracted her attention.

One is called Xu Yu and the other is called Mo Fenjin.

There are thick resumes under the profiles of these two teachers. The one called Mo Fenjin is a young teacher in his thirties or forties, while the teacher called Xu Yu is over seventy years old and has been rehired after retirement to continue teaching.

Han Qingxia looked at the older teacher's face and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

Han Qingxia said, "My former class teacher."

Qin Ke: “???”

Qin Ke rarely heard Han Qingxia talk about her past.

"Did you go to school here?"

"No, my teacher retired after teaching my batch of students. I didn't expect to be rehired to continue teaching here." Han Qingxia said, "He is a great teacher. He can remember every student he taught and treats us all as his children."

"Oh." Qin Ke showed an understanding expression, "I have never been to school, I don't know."

Han Qingxia: "......"

"You haven't even attended nine years of compulsory education?"

"My mom cheated my dad out of money, saying that public schools were not good and that she wanted to send me to an international school. After getting the money, she sent me to the cheapest daycare center."

"Later, the daycare center didn't want me to go anymore and asked me to stay at home. I stayed there until I was sent to a juvenile detention center."

Han Qingxia listened and said, "...It's amazing that you can read."

Qin Ke: “…”