In the apocalyptic world, I have an unlimited supermarket stocked with supplies.

Wu Xiaobo was taught a lesson by Lin Murong. Listening to Lin Murong's long speech, he was in a trance at the end.

"So, you know, right?" Lin Murong finished, looking at him with an inscrutable expression.

Wu Xiaobo: "..."

what? What?what do you know?
What did he hear?
Wu Xiaobo was in pain, he felt so much pain.

He looked at Lin Murong's face and didn't dare to say he didn't know.

I can only nod silently.

"I know. Okay, you can repeat all my words."

Wu Xiaobo: "???"

what?Are you speaking human language?
"Repeat it, don't be stunned, I want to see if you still have morals."

Wu Xiaobo: "???"

How about you just be a human being.

"I quit! If you can, kill me!" Wu Xiaobo was angry.

Just die.

He really didn't want to see or listen to this stupid thing.

"Okay, okay, you still have no morals." Lin Murong was very dissatisfied. He had been talking for so long, but it turned out to be completely useless.

He is not happy.

If he's not happy, then...

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch..."

"do you understand?"

"Your uncle...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"do you understand?"

"Holy shit..."

"clear?"

"I understand, I understand, stop fighting, stop fighting. I was wrong. Help."

Lin Murong had a dull look on his face and coldly took out a few pieces of paper.

Have them memorize what he just said.

Wu Xiaobo: "..."

No.

This man is sick.

He must have some serious illness.

Where did he take out the paper?

shit.

This person actually still has this kind of paper.

Wu Xiaobo was shocked when he got the paper in his hand.

Paper.

It's still such finely made paper.

Wu Xiaobo looked at Lin Murong blankly. Lin Murong thought he still didn't remember.

Got beaten again.

Then told him again.

Wu Xiaobo then started dictating with tears in his eyes.

The handwriting...

Bad evaluation.

Lin Murong couldn't tell what the hell he wrote, but at least he had written it, so he still had to praise it.

So he twisted Wu Xiaobo's slightly crooked foot back.

Wu Xiaobo: "!!!"

Is this really nothing serious?

Okay, it's a little better, but...it really hurts like hell.

When Wu Xiaobo left, he was still limping.

Lin Murong took those pieces of paper and thought it would be good to be a teacher.

If there was no apocalypse, he could also be a teacher for fun.

Pity.

what a shame.

Lin Murong went out and brought back a few pieces of crumpled paper. While eating, he looked at these papers, shaking his head and nodding from time to time.

Behavior is weird.

This made Su Yinhe a little surprised.

"What are you looking at? What is this?" Her curiosity arose.

"Write silently." Lin Murong smoothed the wrinkles on the paper.

They really don't take care of it, they made it so wrinkled.

Su Yinhe: "???"

Silent writing?

What dictation.

The word dictation seems inappropriate now.

"It's really written from memory. Something about morality. It's just so-so." Lin Murong shook his head.

This word is too confusing.Especially Wu Xiaobo’s.

There is a blogger with a name, and his handwriting is so rubbish.

It seems like it’s time to catch him and practice calligraphy.

Wow.

Why is he becoming more and more like a teacher now?

Not right, really not right.

Lin Murong touched his head and felt something was not normal.

"Moral? Silent writing?" She couldn't understand the words Lin Murong put together.

"Yes, that's right. Come on, let me tell you in detail." Lin Murong felt like talking, so he told Su Yinhe carefully.

After Su Yinhe heard this, he felt a little confused.

Even Chi Yan, who had been silent next to him, was a little surprised.

"You...do you want to be a teacher?" Su Yinhe's expression was a bit hard to explain.

"How do you know? I have a little thought. If there was no apocalypse, I would take the exam." Lin Murong scratched his head happily.

"What a pity." He said, feeling a little disappointed.

"It's okay. If you want to be a teacher, go to a few schools and I can sponsor you." Su Yinhe patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Sponsorship? Sponsor what?"

"Blackboard chalk and the like." She is a rich woman with an unlimited supermarket.

There is no shortage of these.

"...Although, why are you more excited than me when it comes to this?"

Lin Murong looked at her excited look and felt that something was not quite right.

"Hmm... Oops. Just... I think so too." Wondering what it would be like to teach in the last days.

Su Yinhe was a little shy.

Lin Murong: "???Think? What do you think?"

"Let's see you educate them. Come on, let's arrest them now." Su Yinhe said with excitement.

When Wu Xiaobo was captured again, he was still a little confused.

Isn't he gone?

Wasn't he released?
Why did you see Lin Murong again?

Wu Xiaobo looked at Lin Murong's burnt face that he could recognize, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

dream.

This must be a dream.

How could he see Lin Murong again.

It's a pity.

This is not a dream.

When Wu Xiaobo woke up again, the familiar face of Lin Murong came into view.

"Yeah, I'm awake." Lin Murong was drawing circles. When he saw Wu Xiaobo waking up, he dropped the branch and went over to chat with him.

Lin Murong was actually very confused and didn't know how things had developed to this point.

He didn't say anything yet, why did he start a class?

How could she find a good classroom for Yinhe?

Students were also arrested.

It feels weird to start classes at the end of the world.

Lin Murong's mind hasn't turned around yet.

"You, you, you... didn't you say you wanted to let me go?" Wu Xiaobo looked at him, feeling extremely scared.

"Yes, I let you go. But someone caught you again. You ran too slow, and there was nothing I could do." Lin Murong spread his hands helplessly.

Chi Yan and Su Yinhe were two people he couldn't do anything about.

When any of them spoke, he could only listen.

So humble.

There is no way, people without space are like this.

I still miss the whole space.

Can there really not be one more person with space in this world?
Now that I have space, I can't collect any supplies, but there is still a difference between having it and not having it.

Lin Murong thought about it and began to feel depressed again. Then he picked up the branch again and continued to draw circles.

Speaking of which, this branch was given to him by Yinhe.

There were no branches here.

She saw him drawing circles on the ground with his fingers and gave him a branch.

This branch also has a scent.

The shape is also good.

Wu Xiaobo looked at his gloomy face and trembled.

I feel more pain in my body.

How to do how to do.

Why is he this crazy again?

Is there any royal law?

No, no one will teach the King’s Dharma in the last days.But this lunatic actually talked to him about morality.

(End of this chapter)