Devil's girlfriend of the last days

"I want to go out to play..." The young man didn't dare to lie, and no one could ask for help, so he could only say tragically.

If in normal times, the principal says he is inconvenient and will let him go, write a review and so on.

But now, he would not do this.

Instead, he took out a cane from the side and beat him frantically, with unbearable eyes, but hardened his heart.

"play?"

"Is it fun?"

"What should I do if I meet a zombie?"

"Can't you run?"

"I said I didn't say that until I met the army or the police, I shouldn't go out?"

"Take my words as deaf ears? What the rules say? Twenty rattans!"

Snapped!

Snapped!

He did not hesitate, and drew out twenty cane stubbornly. Under the fearful eyes of the whole class, he said to the boy: "Go to class!"

"Yes!"

The boy was frightened, and hurried to his seat, but he couldn't sit down, so he could only lie down on the table, so that everyone could be confused.

"You continue to class for me!"

Like a tyrant, the principal yelled at the teacher on stage.

The man shivered, helplessly continued to tell.

"Zombies are absolutely inaccessible. Anyone who comes into contact will lose their lives. If you want to find your parents, you have to..."

"The principal is right behind. If you are not convinced, you can also go out with classmate Xin Shu and see if your butt is blooming."

No one laughed.

Because this joke is not funny at all.

At first, someone ran out, but then the principal locked them up.

After that, whoever runs again will be beaten.

If there is an injury on the body, or if it is bitten, it will no longer appear in front of everyone.

The terrifying principal will send them to hidden places.

...

Compared to the horrible principal that students thought.

A few people maintain high respect.

If it were not for him, it would be impossible for dozens of people here to survive.

As for beating and scolding children...

It's the end of the world, if they are not cruel, will they have a long memory?

Patter.

The principal took a cigarette from his pocket and turned on a homemade fan behind him so that the smoke could flow out from behind.

Everyone didn't notice this scene just now. They only felt that he kept clapping his hands. He originally thought it was a hobby, but now they know...

It turned out to be afraid of passing second-hand smoke.

simply……

Nothing to say!

Before coming in, if Zhang Qiang and Qin Xiaoyu had plans to bully, they would be completely gone at this time.

This principal who wears dark black glasses, a mouth pursed, a gesture, and even a cigarette-lighting posture is extremely terrifying, in their hearts, the image is completely tall.

"You can see the situation here, let's go out and talk."

He tossed his messy gray hair, carefully squeezed out the smoke, as if he had only noticed a few people now.

The reason for this is because of the gentle education he had taken before.

Every time he hit a student, he felt uncomfortable.

You need to smoke a cigarette to stabilize your mind.

Several people nodded quickly.

I don't know when they started, their initiative was passed to the principal.

Some white suits, a pair of rubber-soled shoes suitable for walking, a black spectacle frame, and two pairs of trembling hands.

There are many wrinkles on the gully cheeks, and he looks like an old man with a declining age.

However, his actual age is only in his forties, less than fifty.

"I know that after disaster strikes, people are the most useful and reliable labor, but what I want to say is..."

He suddenly took out a gun from his arms: "If you dare to attack my students, or manipulate them, then don't blame me for the ruthlessness. Even if the zombies are brought out, I don't care!"

The other two teachers also stood by his side.

"Don't get me wrong, we are here just to take a look. There is absolutely no other meaning."

Zhang Qiang waved his hand quickly.

He remembered most clearly that Fang Mo was like this when he took the gun.

When the next moment came, he shot the poor scum that didn't even have a name in his head.

He was 100% sure that the principal had done what he meant to shoot them to death.

Or...

Have you ever encountered a similar scene?

Zhang Qiang doesn't know!

He could only wave his hands while raising his hands, saying: "Well, our boss doesn't want to take root here, he is not suitable for this place, and he doesn't want to be dragged down..."

"He expects to be back soon, and we will leave when that happens."

The principal was clearly distrustful, and after asking a few more questions, he slowly lowered the muzzle.

...

Fang Mo was sitting at an intersection, behind him was a large pot with billowing black smoke.

Firewood crackled below.

Plans can never keep up with changes.

What he had planned was to take a break before cleaning up the zombies in the subway station.

But he never thought that he would meet such a group of people.

He didn't even dare to look.

Because he was afraid that he would expose his weakness.

Coldness will be synonymous with him.

As for those great things, leave them to others to do.

What he has to do is to leave a little bit of fire, hoping to leave some possibility for the future.

The cauldron at the back was filled with catastrophic gel.

About fifty.

Killing fifty zombies is not too easy for him. If four people are combined, it can be done in almost half a day.

But those people can't do it, so he wants to leave a little hope for those people, a flame of survival.

At this time, what he was doing was to record some evolutionary elements on a piece of paper.

It is not as clear as Ye Qingcheng wrote, but it is definitely the beginning of an evolutionary road.

With this beginning, they can create more beautiful things if they want to.

Fifty catastrophic gels that are enough to make people evolve, a simplified version of the second stage report, and the weakness of zombies.

Huh huh!

He was struggling to write, and within a moment he filled up two pages.

On the third page, I wrote about one-third, raised his head and looked at the zombies approaching in the distance, and sneered: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

While speaking, he put the three pieces of paper away, and then rushed out like a cannonball.

When some zombies were about to attack him, he completely killed him.

In less than half an hour, he harvested nearly sixty catastrophic gels.

This is just himself. If the four people are united, I am afraid that he can do better and get more.

After taking a few deep breaths, he came to the cauldron and looked at the fifty gels that had become bright in it, and a smile appeared on his face.

It's like the melting of an iceberg, and it's like the sun is rising.

But soon, this warm smile disappeared, but directly turned into a combination of coldness and cruelty.

With three backpacks on his back, he kicked the cauldron to the ground, and then hurried towards the gymnasium.

After a while.

He and the four people got together again, and then let them get in the car first.

Qin Xiaoyu spoke at this moment.