Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

The classroom is still as warm as ever, but it seems that something is missing.Feeling that the atmosphere in the classroom today is a bit wrong, I put my schoolbag on my seat, only to find that Zheng Yuxuan, who usually sits in his seat early to watch or eat breakfast, is not there this morning.

Judging from his reaction yesterday, he should have caught a cold just like himself. If he didn't come now, he should be resting at home.Really weak, showing off being taller than himself all day long, but a cold can tell who has better physical fitness.

For the objective fact that Zheng Yuxuan is half a head taller than himself, Mo Ze will not make any meaningless rebuttals, so what if he is taller than himself?Isn't it just that the nutrition is used differently? I don't bother to compare the height of a person who grew up on hormones.

Every time after being ridiculed by Zheng Yuxuan for his height, Mo Ze would silently find out in his heart all kinds of things that are better than Zheng Yuxuan, and then convince himself: Look, he is better than you in one aspect of height, why do you still compare with him? Woolen cloth?

If it weren't for the height comparison with a 1.8-meter-four in the third grade of junior high school, Moze's 1.7-meter-eight figure is still very normal, although the shortest of the three is Zhang Ming...only 1.7 meters one!

The "short" Zhang Ming who lay innocently lying on the gun:? ? ?

While thinking wildly, he copied three pages of English words with one mind and two minds. Apart from remembering that there were three letters starting with s in the words he copied, Moze who closed the English book couldn't remember what else he copied just now. passed.

Well, if I let the English teacher know that the student he is optimistic about is so perfunctory in English homework, what will he think?

The time estimate was pretty accurate. When the class bell rang, Moser only had three fill-in-the-blank questions left on the biology paper.And when the teacher in charge of the first class arrived in the classroom uncharacteristically late, Moze also happened to put the last touch on the test paper.

Feeling a little dizzy and blinking his eyes, Moze realized that at least seven people in the class hadn't come.Suspecting that he was delusional, he pinched the acupuncture point between the eyebrows and pressed it hard a few times. When he opened his eyes again, there were still seven people missing, and no one went to the toilet and did not return to the classroom.The teacher on the podium also had a bad complexion. Although he was sitting in the last row, don't doubt Mo Ze's eyesight. Mo Ze, who is short-sighted in his left eye, can still clearly see the black and blue eyes of the teacher with his right eye.

If it wasn't for being punched twice in the face, it can only mean that my class teacher didn't get a good rest last night, or didn't get a good rest for a long time, because when I was in math class yesterday, I fell asleep and didn't sleep well. Didn't see the expression on the teacher's face or anything.

"Students pay attention... ah... ah! Cough! I'm sorry, I seemed to catch a cold last night." Pointing to the question on the blackboard, the head teacher took out a mask from his pocket and put it on. "Recently, it seems that there is a new flu. Last night, seven of my classmates asked for leave with me. They were all asked by their parents. They said that the child had a high fever and was sent to the hospital. They hope to ask for a day off. Those of you who are still healthy must pay attention Hygiene and ventilation, like the teacher, I started sneezing after answering the phone last night, and I was not careful."

The homeroom teacher likes this. He inserts some other topics during the lecture, trying not to be too boring, and the question he is talking about now is exactly what the students are concerned about.The female student at the front desk had already opened the window for ventilation, and the cold wind blew in, making Moze shiver from the cold.

"Teacher! Do you think that if the epidemic is serious, will the class be suspended?" The naughty students are almost worried about the same problem at this time, and Moze is actually wondering if it will be the same as h7n9 and h1n1 a few years ago The class was suspended for a week, but I didn't say anything. I just fell asleep in the head teacher's class yesterday, and I always feel a little guilty for asking this kind of question today...

"It depends on the arrangement above. If the Education Bureau says to suspend classes, then we can all have a holiday." Glancing at the students who seemed to be a little disappointed, the head teacher laughed out behind the mask: "You think I don't want to suspend classes? Is it good to suspend classes? I don’t have to go to work and still get a normal salary, I also want to suspend classes, don’t think of teachers too noble, we are also mortals.”

Lifting up the mask and taking a sip of water, the teacher cleared his throat and suppressed his laughing voice: "It's over for laughing, don't take it to heart, I read the news and said it was a small flu. Except for the possibility of high fever , If there is nothing wrong, don’t think about suspending the class. Take out the practice questions you copied from yesterday, and we will start to talk about the questions. You will take the high school entrance examination in one and a half semesters, so be nervous!”

"We need to combine work and rest. It's good for us to take a break during the holiday." The classmate who raised this topic seemed not to stop, so he stared at the topic of class suspension and started chatting.

To deal with this kind of student, how can the head teacher who has been a teacher for more than ten years have no choice but to frighten that classmate into shutting up immediately with a light finger.

"It's useless to shut up now. Come up and solve the first question and the first sub-question. If you can't do it, don't say I taught it." Go to the projector and give the classmate a place to write the question , the homeroom teacher tugged on the mask, and said in a sighing tone: "Your class is easy enough, you don't know your homework and questions in the third year of junior high school last year, so don't fail me in the exam if it's so easy. , there is one week before the monthly exam, and I will see who scores below 72 in the monthly exam in December, and if you don’t work hard enough for this kind of score, don’t worry about the key points, you understand?”

Glancing at the answer written by the classmate on the blackboard, Moze compared it with what he wrote in the morning, and swallowed a little in a cold sweat.

No way?Nothing similar?Is it all my fault or is it all his fault?

After the math class, Moze experienced first-hand what it means to have more haste than to waste.The homework that took half an hour in the morning couldn't be compared with those who wrote it when they had plenty of time in the evening. There were only five questions in total, and I made two and a half mistakes. Enough to allow myself to be taken care of by the head teacher.

Fortunately, it's just an ordinary homework!