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Copywriting: In the autumn of 2058, an unknown virus spread rapidly around the world. Thick fog filled the air, zombies besieged the city, and mankind was in trouble.
Yuque and his new eldest brother are trapped in Tonghua High School. At the critical moment, they only have a group of 17 or 18-year-old middle school classmates who think shit is funny and a strict teacher who never forgets to take exams even when zombies come.
The physical education class was renovated into a zombie fighting class, and two rows of garlic were planted high and low on the edge of the playground.
In the social practice class, the fisherman held up the iron rod and looked affectionately at the tattered zombies screaming outside the iron fence. He was very polite: "Let's discuss? Let me get a credit?"
His classmates bullied the weak and feared the strong. They were polite before attacking, and then yelled and cursed.
"What the hell is Jiligulu talking about? I don't understand a bit."
"Be generous! Stick your head over and I will never hit you!"
"I'm really convinced. Who published "Zombie Language Compulsory Course 1"? Is this a school or a prison?"
Attacking perspective:
Bian Qiao felt that he was very unlucky. He had dropped out of school for several years and still had to study for the college entrance examination. This was clearly making things difficult for him.
Despite his age, the whole class still lacked basic skills, so the teachers had no choice but to arrange an exclusive tutoring session for him to try to catch up as soon as possible.
During a class test, Bian Qiao looked at the scores with a sullen expression. His sleeves were almost torn: "What are you making a fuss about? It's strictly forbidden to act coquettishly during class."
The boy who tutored him in his homework was wearing a blue and white school uniform. He was furious and stared at him like a prick-eared puppy: "The last one doesn't deserve to talk to me."
Bian Qiao: "I understand you. When I saw your poor results in the last physical test, I didn't even want to talk about it."
Yuque's eyes widened immediately, and he couldn't believe that this was what Jin Jiang Gong could say.
Bian Qiao smiled and leaned over, pinched the young man's red earlobe, and said cheekily, "This question is too difficult. Can you teach me, top student?"
Reading instructions: [Straight, cheeky, thick-mouthed, sweet, coquettish, and a top student. He looks like a dog to everyone. He doesn't speak well and is aggressive in fishing]
Slow pace! It is not long, about ten or two hundred thousand words. Everyday scraps of campus life, a story about zombies with no superpowers! ! There is no mass killing, there is farming, raising pigs and learning mathematics.
Copy written on September 3, 2024
Motto: In difficult situations, as long as you persevere, there will be hope.
