Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

In the early morning, when the alarm clock sounded hurriedly, a ball of quilt on the bed was suddenly lifted, and in the chilly air in the room, Moser yawned.The weather in December even in City C, which is close to the Tropic of Cancer, can still feel the chill, not to mention that in the past week, apart from continuous cloudy clouds, let alone the sun, I have not even seen white clouds with a lighter color .

He took the electronic alarm clock beside the bed in front of him and rubbed his eyes. The thermometer on it showed that the temperature was only 11 degrees.Wrapping the quilt around her body, Mo Zemi stared, watching a bright light shine on her face as the door of the room opened.

"Hurry up, son of a bitch, your alarm clock is ringing for the second time, come out to eat quickly! If you don't go to school, you will be late!" It was my mother's voice, but this kind of words that sounded anxious to others, In Moser's ears, only eating is more important.

Because my junior high school is only 500 meters away from my home, the accurate data is 487 meters, which comes from the old doctor who has nothing to do.For a middle school student who is in good health, he leaves home at [-]:[-], and after considering the time to feed the kittens, the latest to arrive at school is [-]:[-].

Even if the students in the third grade of junior high school have to read 15 minutes earlier, it will not make them a "bad student" who is criticized by the teacher on the podium.

Picking up the cold water glass that had been placed on the bedside table overnight, and sticking it to his neck, Moze felt refreshed. He shook the quilt vigorously, put his clothes on, and rushed out with the water glass in his hand. Room.

The water cup was handed over to his mother, and the heat from the kettle made Moze tremble. After solving the problem of going to the toilet, washing his face and brushing his teeth within 5 minutes, he picked up the chopsticks vigorously under the cold water, and put them in the The noodles on the table were eaten into the stomach.

He picked up his schoolbag, grabbed two dried fish from the TV table next to the anti-theft door, and said loudly before his mother found out: "I'm going to school!"

He raised his hand and glanced at his watch, it was 57:[-], enough time for him to tease the yellow stray cat.

It was a kitten with a beautiful fur. For some reason, it had been wandering around my house since December, and it was not afraid of people. It looked as if it had been raised and then abandoned.When I asked my mother if I could keep a cat at home, she said no, but I could use other ways to make friends with this clean-looking stray cat.

Holding two small dried fish, I don't know if the cat will eat this kind of dried fish that is difficult to chew, but since it is a cat, it should be very interested in this fishy smell, right?

Squatting in front of a banyan tree at the entrance of the community, behind the banyan tree is a small nest that I built with my father on weekends, and the cat also likes this shelter from the rain and wind, as well as the place with flannel and soft cushions , especially in this rainy weather, the cat can be seen staying in the nest every morning.

Pull up the collar of the school uniform to cover the exposed back of the neck. There are water droplets left by the rain last night on the fibrous roots of the banyan tree. In this weather, the rainwater dripping into the neck is the most annoying thing.

"Meow" sounded like he hadn't woken up from the nest, and a fluffy head came out of the nest and rubbed against the back of Moze's hand a few times.Then he bit the reddish dried fish, turned around and got back into the nest.

Compared with its companions, this stray cat should be a very happy one, right?It has a place to live and someone to feed it. Compared with those stray cats who run away every day when they see people, its life is considered comfortable.

Glancing at his watch, he withdrew from under the dense fibrous roots of the banyan tree, Moze turned and walked towards the school.With the rain and the season, the air inhaled into the nostrils was cold, so he tightened his clothes. Moze, who had planned to put down the collar, thought about it and pulled the zipper of the school uniform to the top.

Although it looks silly, the cotton-padded school uniform jacket, after turning up the collar, is still very effective in keeping warm.At least he didn't feel the cool wind pouring in from his neck anymore. Apart from the coolness on his calves, Moze felt quite comfortable.

Maybe I should put on the long johns at the head of the bed tomorrow?It seems that the judgment of the older generation is still strong, and they thought that there is no need to wear long johns in this temperature.

Walking in the cold wind on the road, I was still thinking about where my idea of ​​"don't need to wear long johns" came from. After rubbing her hands and walking into the classroom, Moze was hit by the rushing heating.He closed the door without hesitation. The body temperature of more than 30 people in the class at this time abruptly blocked the cold outside the classroom. The whole classroom was warm. It was so hot that Moze, who was thinking about wearing long johns just now, turned around and hung his coat on the on the back of the chair.

Picking up the half-finished math test paper that was left on the table yesterday, I began to write quickly in the smell of steamed buns with leeks in the hands of Zheng Yuxuan at the same table.

I just said why I couldn’t find my test paper last night. It turned out that I left it in the classroom and didn’t take it. Fortunately, I took the draft book back, and the most difficult questions have been solved at home.The remaining basic questions that have been taught countless times in class, no matter how wrong they are, I am too sorry for the teacher's hard work.

Moreover, at this time, shouldn't it be time for the other person to come to him for problems?

While copying the answers I wrote at home last night onto the test paper, I was scanning the classroom from the corner of my eye.When the complex proof conditions were finally written and there was only one answer left, the figure who had been waiting for him appeared in front of his desk.

The girl at the front desk was checking the answer with the English class representative, and the blue figure came for the same reason.

The gray-black test paper appeared in front of my eyes. Looking up, I saw a somewhat feminine face flushed and sitting in front of me panting heavily. The owner of the face tapped on the desk with a pen: "This What's the matter with the question? No matter how I look at it, it seems that there is one missing condition, these two triangles cannot be proved, so this question cannot be written!"

"Come on! Let me show you!" After eating the other bun in his hand, Zheng Yuxuan looked at the geometry problem with countless letters and numbers marked by Zhang Ming, and nodded seriously. , then took out the water glass and raised his head to take a big sip, then said solemnly: "I can't either."

"Go, go! Join in the fun! Come on, Moze, tell me, don't you claim to specialize in geometry?"

"Hey, I really know how to do it, look at this ∠a and ∠a1, they are..."

"Equal, then what? ao is the angle bisector? That has nothing to do with the circle behind it!" Turning the pen, I drew a few circles on those two corners, and impatiently drew along the ink on the test paper with my fingertips A few laps: "I was stuck here last night, it's annoying!"

"The question is what is the line ao of the circle p? It doesn't matter, so your brain is still not as good as mine." Draw an auxiliary line from the center of the circle proudly and connect it to ao: "This thing is its tangent line, brother, you Doesn’t this prove that the triangles are congruent? What do you worry about when the triangles are congruent?”

"Oh!" Playing with the pen cap, the boy nodded, turned around and ran back to his seat, took out a piece of draft paper and started to continue the proof question with complicated patterns: "I actually forgot to cut the line, really..."

Stuffing the test paper into the math book, Moze looked at the draft in his hand, and suddenly saw an algebraic expression with the number of letters comparable to English words, and covered his face helplessly: "Zhang Mingming! Can you take a look with me later? How to do this question? In the workbook, the answer says that after simplification, it is equal to 7xy, and I still don’t understand how this messy formula becomes the answer.”

"Call me Brother Zhang Ming, or I will ignore you." Zhang Ming replied without raising his head, and Zhang Ming was still fighting against the geometric formula that had a clue.

The two directly ignored Zheng Yuxuan's behavior, which made the person very unhappy. They threw the bag containing the steamed stuffed buns into the trash can, grabbed Mo Ze who took out his history book and began to review the meaning of the May Fourth Youth Movement, and asked dissatisfiedly: "How many times?" What do you mean? Ignore brother directly? Is brother so insignificant?"