I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"Why do you think we chose to do it during the Chinese New Year?" Zhang Chen said with a smile, "Because this is the time when you are most relaxed."

"The leader is wise!" everyone exclaimed.

"Okay," Zhang Chen looked around, "Clean up the battlefield and go back before dawn. I have to eat dumplings with everyone tomorrow."

Looking at Ling Shuang being taken away, Gulimiya asked, "Chief, how long will the interrogation take?"

"No hurry," Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes, "Let them feel what real hell is."

The sky was already turning pale, but the Northern Frontier Base was still immersed in a peaceful atmosphere.

No one knew that on this night, an action that could change the situation was quietly completed.

And Zhang Chen has already started planning the next step...

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.

Zhang Chen stood on the balcony, looking at the base decorated with lights below, feeling particularly relaxed. The threat of the Blood Shadow Organization had been lifted, and each camp was developing steadily.

"Chief," Gulimiya came over with the dumplings in her hand. Her profile was particularly attractive under the moonlight. "Try what I cooked myself."

Zhang Chen looked at the woman in front of him and couldn't help but be a little dazed.

Gulimiya is 1.7 meters tall. She looks heroic in her slim combat uniform, and gentle and lovely in casual clothes.

Her long, slightly curly hair is draped over her shoulders, her big eyes are bright and lively, her nose is straight, and her cherry lips are slightly upturned.

What’s even more rare is that such a beauty not only has excellent skills, but also has first-class management skills.

In just a few months, under her management, the base was in perfect order, and the allocation of materials and personnel were handled properly.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing him in a daze, Gulimiya pushed him gently.

"I was thinking," Zhang Chen said with a smile, "Should I officially hand over the position of base manager to you?"

Gulimiya blushed: "I...amn't I already doing it now?"

"It's different," Zhang Chen turned to face her, "I want to give you an official identity."

"What identity?" Gulimiya's heart beat faster.

"My woman," Zhang Chen said seriously.

Gulimiya was stunned and almost dropped the bowl of glutinous rice balls on the ground.

"Are you...are you serious?"

"Of course," Zhang Chen held her hand, "I have seen clearly during this period that you are not only a good fighter, but also very careful. You have arranged all the major and minor events in the base perfectly. The most important thing is..."

He paused and said, "I understand your feelings for me."

Gulimiya's eyes turned red: "You knew it a long time ago?"

"Yeah," Zhang Chen smiled, "You were the first one to rush over to protect me in every battle, and you cooked for me in different ways every day. Even my clothes were washed by you..."

"Hate it!" Gulimiya hit him. "If you knew it long ago, why did you pretend you didn't know?"

"Because we have to wait for the right time," Zhang Chen held her in his arms, "Wait until I have dealt with all the threats and given you a stable future."

Gulimiya leaned on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat: "You know, I was attracted to you the first time I saw you. At that time, you single-handedly fought your way into the zombie horde and rescued a carload of survivors..."

"I know," Zhang Chen stroked her hair, "You followed behind me that day and helped me clean up the zombies that escaped."

"So," he looked down into her eyes, "will you marry me?"

Gulimiya stood on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips: "This is my answer."

In the distance, fireworks were blooming in the night sky. Laughter and joy could be heard from the base as people were celebrating the Lantern Festival.

"Chief! Sister Gulimiya!" Lin Xiaomo came running to report, "Everyone is waiting for you to eat glutinous rice balls!"

"This girl," Gulimiya scolded with a smile, "can't you let us stay a little longer?"

Zhang Chen took her hand and said, "Let's go, let everyone witness our happiness."

That night, the entire base was in an uproar.

Late at night, Zhang Chen's tent was brightly lit.

"Sister Mia, this red dress really suits you." Xiaoyu was arranging Gulimiya's dress.

Gulimiya lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling slightly: "Everyone is so polite..."

"This is your big day!" Chunyu said with a smile, "We are all happy for you."

The room was warm and cozy. A dozen girls surrounded Gulimiya, and everyone had a sincere smile on their face.

"Do you remember the last battle?" Yu Rou said with emotion, "It was Sister Mia who arrived in time and saved the leader's life."

"Yes," Xiaodie continued, "Sister Mia is not only strong, but also very good at managing the camp."

Gulimiya raised her head, her eyes sparkling: "The leader treats us very well and never puts on airs."

"Yes," Chun Yu smiled, "I remember that time when I was injured, the leader personally made medicine and stayed by my side all night."

Everyone was talking at once, talking about every little thing about Zhang Chen.

The sound of clinking glasses could be heard outside; Zhang Chen was drinking and chatting happily with the generals.

"Sister Mia," Xiaoyu suddenly said, "what do you think is the most attractive thing about the leader?"

Gulimiya thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because of his responsibility. He always rushes to the front in the most dangerous moments."

"I envy Sister Mia," Chun Yu sighed, "I will be able to fight alongside the leader in the future."

Gulimiya's face flushed: "Stop making fun of me..."

Just then, footsteps were heard outside.

"The leader is here!"

Everyone held their breath.

Gulimiya lowered her head, her long hair covering her blushing face.

The door opened and Zhang Chen walked in.

The room suddenly became quiet, with only the candlelight flickering gently.

Zhang Chen stood at the door, his eyes fixed on Gulimiya with tenderness.

"You're all here," he said with a smile, "Why is it so lively?"

All the women responded in unison: "Welcome, Chief!"

Gulimiya still lowered her head, her ears were red. Tonight, she was wearing a red dress, which made her skin as white as snow and her black hair as cascading, making her look even more charming.

"Okay," Zhang Chen said gently, "You should go to bed early too."

Chapter 717 Misha! Open the door!

Everyone understood what he meant and left. Before leaving, Chun Yu winked at Gulimiya playfully.

There were only two people left in the room.

"Mia," Zhang Chen called softly.

Gulimiya then raised her head, her bright eyes gleaming with water: "Chief..."

"Still calling you leader?" Zhang Chen laughed.

"Zhang...Zhang Chen," Gulimiya changed her words softly, her voice as sweet as honey.

Zhang Chen approached her: "Remember the first time we met?"

"I remember," Gulimiya said with a look of reminiscence, "I was still in the Western Regions at that time, and you led the team to wipe out that evil warlord."

"Yes," Zhang Chen nodded, "I was amazed by your archery skills at that time. One arrow can reach 300 meters, and you never miss a shot."

"Those are all family skills..."

"What I admire even more is your character," Zhang Chen said seriously, "After taking over the warlord's territory, you distributed all the property to the people."

Gulimiya smiled and said, "I just think that these should be returned to them."

"So I know," Zhang Chen held her hand, "you are the one I'm looking for."

Gulimiya's heartbeat quickened: "But... I'm just a woman from the Western Regions..."

"For me," Zhang Chen interrupted her, "there is no distinction between regions or races. What I value is a person's heart."

He stroked her face gently: "And your heart is as beautiful as the moonlight in the Western Regions."

Tears welled up in Gulimiya's eyes: "I...I will definitely assist you well."

"I know," Zhang Chen held her in his arms, "You are not only my woman, but also my most capable comrade-in-arms."

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the two of them.

There were faint sounds of laughter in the distance; the celebrating crowd was still having a great time.

In the center of the Northern Frontier Base stands a modern building complex, which is the world-famous Supernatural Academy.

The towering glass curtain wall sparkles in the sun, surrounded by carefully designed gardens and training grounds. Fountains surround the main building, and the clear water brings a touch of coolness.

On the training ground, several trainees were conducting combat drills. A fire-type esper condensed a fiery fireball and threw it at his opponent; another wind-type esper lightly soared into the air, dodging the attack and creating a tornado to fight back. The protective shields around the field flashed a pale blue light to ensure that the battle would not affect others.

However, in the Chinese classroom on the third floor, the atmosphere was completely different.

"Today we are going to study the Book of Songs," Misha pushed her black-framed glasses, "This is the essence of our traditional culture..."

The girls sitting below were all around fifteen or sixteen years old. Each of them had extraordinary skills, but they were all drowsy at the moment.

"Bang!" Misha hit the podium with her pointer, "Lin Xiaoyu! Stand up!"

A girl with twin ponytails stood up hurriedly: "Here!"

"Recite "Guanju"!"

"Uh... Guan Guan Ju Jiu... On the island of the river..." Lin Xiaoyu stumbled as she recited, "A beautiful lady... A gentleman's ideal match..."

"Wrong!" Misha said sternly, "It's 'A fair lady is sought after by a gentleman'! You can't even recite such a simple poem, and you still want to become an excellent psychic?"

"But Teacher Misha," one student couldn't help but say, "We have special powers, why do we need to learn these?"

"That's right," another one said, "We'd rather go to the training ground!"

Misha scanned the room with a sharp gaze: "Do you think that people with special abilities only need to know how to fight?"

She turned around and wrote a few big words on the blackboard: "Both civil and military!"

"Remember," she said seriously, "a truly strong person must not only have great strength, but also rich connotation. Otherwise, what is the difference between you and barbarians?"

At this moment, there was a loud bang outside the window.

Everyone looked out the window and saw two senior girls fighting fiercely on the training ground. The collision of ice and lightning powers was a spectacular scene.

"What are you looking at!" Misha hit him with the pointer again, "Pay attention to the class!"

The students reluctantly looked away.

"I really don't understand," someone whispered, "She doesn't even have superpowers, why should she teach us?"

Misha pretended not to hear and continued to explain the meaning of the poem, but her hand unconsciously clenched the pointer.

Yes, in this academy of supernatural powers, she is the only teacher without supernatural powers. Facing these gifted students every day, she can only use the most severe attitude to maintain her dignity.

"After class," she announced, "the whole class will recite passages from the Book of Songs. Those who can't do well will have to take extra classes!"

"Ah?" the whole class wailed.

"Any other opinions?" Misha said coldly.

No one dared to say anything. Although Misha did not have supernatural powers, her punishment methods left everyone with lingering fears. Last time, someone slept in her class and was punished to copy the Analects for a whole month.

"Jingle Bell!"

The bell rang.

"Remember," Misha said finally, "real power lies not only in the fists, but also in the mind."

The students left in twos and threes, leaving Misha alone in the classroom, silently organizing her lesson plans.

Outside the window, there was another loud bang, accompanied by the cheers of students.

Misha pursed her lips, pushed up her glasses, and continued her work.