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After reading through all the requirements, An Xin let out a long sigh of relief and rubbed her temples.

The task is quite difficult.

With a literacy rate of 90%, he probably wasn't here to complete basic education; the game system sent him here to teach literacy.

But even if it's difficult, it has to be done.

An Xin turned off the game system, surveyed the room, and took in the entire view.

A small blackboard was placed at the front, with only a small window nearby; the rest of the room was completely blocked off with wood and bricks, as if afraid of letting out even a little heat.

The children slept in makeshift beds made of wood, covered with thick blankets.

This place serves as both a classroom and a dormitory; to say that the conditions are harsh is an understatement.

At least An Xin didn't experience these things when she was a child. Even if there were many people in the class, it was just a little crowded.

The fact that they still needed to light a fire to go to school means that their lineage dates back to at least their grandmother's generation.

Besides him, the other adult in the room was a beautiful woman with a smile on her lips.

Her temperament was gentle and kind, unlike that of a desperate Ursus infected person; she seemed more like a teacher from a peaceful era.

An Xin used her Detective Magic Eye on her.

Name: Alina

[Race: Erafia]

Life: Six

[Note: This kind-hearted little deer should perhaps have been a light illuminating her path. She is one of the key individuals; please ensure her survival.]

So she was the colleague in the background, and she was also a key person to be protected.

An Xin had just sat up when Alina noticed her. Alina put her finger to her lips and made a "shh" sound.

He nodded to show that he understood.

Alina smiled, pointed her index finger toward the door, and An Xin nodded again, pulled on her duffle coat, and left the room one after the other with Alina.

As soon as he stepped outside, a gust of cold wind hit his cheeks, hands, face, and any exposed skin, making it feel like being cut by a knife.

Alina, who was beside him, seemed to be used to this kind of weather. She was only wearing a coat, which covered her long dress underneath, and she was still concerned about his condition.

"Is Teacher Anxin comfortable with her stay? I'm worried that the rooms at the Reunion Movement are very basic, without even a proper bed, and that you might feel uncomfortable."

"It's okay, everyone's the same, so why can't I sleep?"

The other person was speaking Ursus, but An Xin was surprisingly able to understand it.

Anxin and Alina walked on the snow. It was clear that someone had cleared the snow; there was only a thin layer. They left a long trail of footprints.

As he walked, he asked, "Where are we going? I'm not familiar with this job yet, so I need Teacher Alina to explain it to me more."

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Little Deer

"Go get some black bread and some clean snow, and go back to cook for the children."

Alina explained to him, "I'm sorry, Ms. Anxin, this is all the food we have."

“At times like this, it’s good enough to have food at all. I have no right to be picky.”

An Xin returned the smile.

I had long suspected that the Reunion Movement would likely lack food on the ice plains, but I never imagined it would be this bad.

There's only black bread.

Alina did most of the talking along the way, telling them little stories about which child was more mischievous and which was more introverted. Whenever she mentioned Talulah, her face was always adorned with a gentle and harmonious smile.

Given that she is the leader of most of the infected, Talulah must hold a very special place in their hearts.

They got the food, but the person guarding it didn't give them a friendly look. Anxin almost got into an argument with him, but Alina spoke up for her.

On the way back, An Xin took the initiative to carry the things, while Alina walked alongside him.

On a cold winter day, having someone to talk to can add a little warmth.

"Okay, Ms. Anxin, don't be upset. They have their own difficulties."

An Xin wouldn't need Alina to coax him; that's a reaction only a child would have.

He smiled and said, "It's alright, Ms. Alina. I just felt that our lives weren't easy, but I didn't expect them to be this bad."

Even a few pieces of black bread elicit this expression; it seems obtaining food is no easy task. Those who venture out to find food will inevitably see children who cannot work as a burden.

“Yes.” Alina agreed with him, her face darkening for a moment before returning to her gentle and cheerful demeanor as she continued.

"But children are the future."

"Yes, children are the future."

Looking at Alina's white hair, he thought of Warfarin. Even though there were slight differences in their hair colors, they were still very similar.

However, Warfarin's white hair was very bright, while Alina's was somewhat gray.

She was a little taller than Warfarin, and her shoulder would occasionally bump into Anxin's arm.

The two walked side by side and eventually returned to the classroom. Before they could even open the door, they heard a commotion.

This might be what teachers used to say when they were in school, "I could hear our class being the noisiest from the hallway." Being a teacher for the first time gave An Xin a slightly different feeling.

Alina pushed open the door, clapped her hands, and said, "Children, be quiet and behave, it's time to eat."

"it is good!"

The large number of children speaking in unison showed that Alina was very influential.

She walked to the campfire, set up a frame on it, and took out a pot to collect some clean snow.

"I'll go."

An Xin reached out and took the iron pot. Alina thanked him and handed the pot back to him.

When An Xin returned from collecting snow, she sighed, opened her backpack, and tossed all the food inside to Alina.

"Take it. I came out in a hurry and didn't bring much. You can have it first. I'll just eat the black bread."

"Huh?! Is this okay?" Alina was startled, staring at Anxin's backpack, which was full of bagged food, mostly bread and sausages, which was better than black bread.

He simply packed all the food from his home into the container. If it weren't for his gluttony, An Xin's family wouldn't have kept any food at all.

Now, I'm afraid we'll go hungry.

Gluttony gave him a certain life growth and recovery ability, but it also increased his appetite. Eating a ten-person portion was no problem for him normally.

An Xin waved her hand, "You guys eat, I'll just eat this."

"No, that's hard to eat directly; it has to be cooked into a paste with snow water."

Alina shook her head, grabbed Anxin's wrist, and first distributed the food to the children. They were quite well-behaved, lining up one by one to wait for Alina to distribute the food to them.

After the water boiled, she put all the black bread in and cooked it into a pot of porridge.

She took two more small bowls, handed An Xin a soup spoon, and sat down next to him.

"Give those things to the children, I'll eat with you."

"Okay, sure." An Xin took the bowl and spoon.

Alina only ate a small bowl, while Anxin ate the rest of the pot.

She rested her chin on her hand and talked to Anxin, telling him about food and teaching.

The Reunification Movement only eats two meals a day, especially for those who don't need to go out much.

In the northern tundra, the days are short and the nights are long.

The time available for learning by daylight is very short, and the children don't even know how to read.

An Xin glanced at the textbook; it was probably written by Alina herself. It was very short and only served to teach literacy.

He needs to find a way to get all members of the Integration Movement to attend classes here and achieve the goal of a 90% literacy rate.

As night fell, the day's teaching tasks came to an end. An Xin had gained a certain understanding of each student and also learned something about Alina.

They gathered together again and cooked a pot of black bread porridge. This time, An Xin only got a large bowl; it was impossible for him to have the whole pot.

How should I describe this food?

Before it's cooked, it's no different from a brick; you could even use it to hit someone.

It also has a strange taste after being cooked, a kind of fermented sour taste, and the texture is also very strange.

Even though An Xin has a gluttonous nature, she still has some difficulty eating this kind of thing.

Not only the children, but even Alina ate very attentively. Some of the children's bowls were so clean that Anxin felt they didn't need to be washed, as they were licked clean.

In this situation, food must not be wasted. In the morning, Anxin forced herself to eat everything she could find, despite feeling uncomfortable.

Seeing his expression, Alina smiled.