I'm Just an Ordinary Person, So Why Is the Doomsday Boss Using Me as a Power Bank?

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Apocalypse + powerhouse + obsessive devotion + salvation + secret love

Lu Xun x Jiang Huan (the order matters, older top)

Teacher and student (no crossing the line while their roles remain unchanged)

This story focuses on the relationship. The main plot follows the two of them as their feelings twist and turn, but it won't be angsty, nor will there be major melodrama.

There are no major conspiracies. The schemes end in the middle-to-late part of the story, and the later chapters focus on the two of them living their everyday lives in the apocalypse.

Jiang Huan, beaten down by his senior year of high school, once threw his head back and shouted:

I seriously can't take it anymore! When is the apocalypse coming?!

Soon enough, the apocalypse really did come.

Jiang Huan: Dude, are you serious?

The World: (smiling) Couldn't be more serious.

Senior-year students got up a little after five every morning and didn't get home or back to the dorms until nearly eleven at night. Of course it was hard, but everyone around them kept pushing themselves. If they didn't study hard, how would they support themselves in the future? They couldn't really live off the northwest wind, could they? With that in mind, many people gritted their teeth and got through it.

But after the apocalypse broke out, order collapsed and people turned vicious. Every night, they fell asleep in a daze to the wails of zombies. Every day, they had to venture out in fear to search for supplies...

At least they no longer had to study, but life was even harder.

They might as well grit their teeth and join the zombies.

After surviving the apocalypse only to be abandoned by his companions, Jiang Huan looked at the window nearby. His nerves, stretched taut for days, were on the verge of snapping.

Should he join the zombies, or just jump out the window and end it?

Clutching the few supplies he had left, he drifted off to sleep.

Perhaps his brain had finally overloaded. He woke up with a fever.

In his haze, someone came close.

Was it a zombie?

Then, dear zombie bro, please bite gently. And don't bite too deep either. Scars would look awful.

Jiang Huan couldn't open his eyes. All he could feel was something cold settling very lightly on his forehead.

He didn't know how long it took, but he woke up.

He was still human. He hadn't turned into a zombie.

But he stared in shock at the supplies that had suddenly doubled.

The doors and windows were locked, yet somehow his supplies had more than doubled. What, was there magic here?

Jiang Huan thought of the presence of another person he'd vaguely sensed while half-asleep.

He was confused, but a chill ran down his spine too.

Who was the person on the other side?

The doors and windows hadn't been damaged. They had not only cared for him while he was unconscious with a fever, but also left him the supplies he'd written on his list.

Yet this person had left no trace, and no matter how much Jiang Huan thought it over, he couldn't figure out who the mysterious stranger was.

Everyone around him praised Lu Xun as a good teacher, citing his qualifications and teaching methods. He was young, yet already teaching senior-year students, and the class he led ranked among the top in the whole school.

But Lu Xun felt he wasn't a good teacher at all. He was downright unprincipled and terrible at his job.

He had feelings for a student that he shouldn't have.

Jiang Huan, the student who always came to ask him questions between classes.

But he knew his place. No matter how deeply he was moved, in Jiang Huan's eyes he was only a "good teacher." A few years from now, after meeting more people, Jiang Huan would remember the name "Lu Xun" less and less, until it faded into some forgotten corner.

Perhaps years later, when talking about his high school teachers, Jiang Huan would only say he'd had a few good ones. He would have long forgotten their names, remembering them only by vague titles like "senior-year physics teacher."

So he had no plans to tell his student about the shameful, filthy feelings he kept hidden from the light.

But soon, the apocalypse came.

He was bitten by a zombie while protecting his students.

He became a zombie.

But he was very different from ordinary zombies.

For the first two days, some kind of change in his body tormented him until he wished he were dead.

Two days later, he had inhuman red eyes and icy skin.

But human thought still took shape in his mind.

When he went outside, the zombies he encountered didn't rush at him ravenously like they did in his memories. Instead, they fled in a panic, scrambling away as if he were some terrifying monster.

He hadn't become a zombie, and yet he had.

Following a scent, he found Jiang Huan curled up inside a cabinet, unconscious and clearly sick.

Though he still had human thoughts, the things he knew about humanity seemed to have rusted inside his brain. His mind was no longer as nimble as before.

Awkwardly, he found some medicine. He stared at the writing on the bottle for a long time before choosing a few pills and carefully feeding them to the boy.

His icy exterior proved very useful at that moment.

After washing his hands for a long time, he hesitantly placed them on the boy's burning forehead.

He watched the boy before him, remaining on his knees until the heat faded from his palms.

Before leaving, he put the supplies Jiang Huan wanted on the table.

As a zombie, he should stay away from the boy.

But he realized he couldn't do it.

He had nowhere else to go.

And he was worried that this boy, who had only just turned eighteen, wouldn't be able to survive the apocalypse, where the living were prey.

Stay by Jiang Huan's side.

Not just because of his selfish feelings,

but because in this monstrous form, at least he could protect the boy.