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

As night fell, Misha returned to the dormitory.

Taking off her glasses and removing her serious mask, she was actually only in her early twenties, with a delicate oval face. She untied her ponytail, and her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

While changing her clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror - there were a few shallow scars on her arms and back, which were marks left when she broke out in City Z last year.

"If someone hadn't rescued me at that time, I would have..." Misha sighed.

She still remembers the scene that day: she and several students were trapped in the library, and as the zombies approached, she could only block the door with bookshelves.

"Why..." Misha clenched her fists, "Why can't I awaken my superpowers like others..."

"Boom boom boom!"

A rapid knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"Misha! Open the door!" It was Anna's voice.

Misha quickly got dressed and opened the door.

"You're daydreaming again!" Anna grabbed her hand and said, "Let's go. There's a new chef in the cafeteria. I heard he's very good at cooking!"

Anna is a teacher of the fighting department. She has neat short hair and a bright smile. She is always so impetuous and is Misha's best friend.

"I...I still have to prepare lessons..."

"Come on!" Anna pulled her without saying anything. "How thin have you become? If you don't eat, you won't even be able to hold a teaching stick!"

"You!" Misha was both angry and amused.

"Besides," Anna lowered her voice, "I heard that several male teachers went there today. Don't you want to..."

"Who wants to see a male teacher!" Misha blushed.

"Oh, you're already this old, it's time to find a partner!" Anna said with a smile, "If you keep being so conservative, you'll end up being an old maid!"

Chapter 718 I’m Here!

"You...you are the old girl!"

The two of them walked towards the cafeteria while playing and joking, and Misha's mood gradually relaxed.

Yes, although she has no special powers, she still has other values. Those students may not understand now, but one day they will understand her good intentions.

"By the way," Anna suddenly said, "I heard that we are organizing field training for the teachers next week. Would you like to come too?"

"What am I going to do?" Misha smiled bitterly, "To hold them back?"

"Don't say that," Anna said seriously, "Your tactical analysis ability is first-rate. If it weren't for your plan last time, we wouldn't have been able to complete the mission so smoothly."

Misha felt warm inside.

Yes, everyone has their own value. Maybe she is not destined to be a warrior, but she can contribute to the world in her own way.

"Hey," Anna pushed her, "What are you thinking about? Let's go. If we don't go now, all the good seats will be gone!"

"Know it!"

The two of them disappeared at the end of the corridor, chatting and laughing.

As the night deepens, the lights of the Academy of Superpowers remain bright, like a beacon in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to this doomsday.

The cafeteria was bustling with laughter and joy.

However, when Misha followed Anna in, the whole atmosphere suddenly froze. Several teachers who were chatting and laughing subconsciously sat up straight, and the students unconsciously lowered their voices.

Misha pursed her lips and turned to leave.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Anna grabbed her and said carelessly, "Eat and drink, this is not a class!"

She shouted to the people around her, "Everyone, leave us alone and keep chatting!"

Anna's hearty laughter broke the awkwardness, and the cafeteria gradually became noisy again.

"Look, it's okay," Anna pulled Misha to sit down, "You look more scary this way, okay?"

Misha lowered her head to adjust her glasses. Under the black lenses, her clear eyes shone slightly. She was actually very beautiful, but she always had a stern face, so people couldn't tell her real age.

"I heard..." The sound of several young female teachers talking came from the table next to us.

"It was so dangerous to deliver supplies last time," one of them said, "We encountered a group of zombies on the way. If it weren't for our super powers, we would have died there."

"Yes," another person said, "but think about the survivors waiting for supplies. It's worth it no matter how dangerous it is."

Misha pricked up her ears unconsciously, her eyes full of longing behind her black-framed glasses.

Anna saw what she was thinking and said softly, "In fact, logistics is also very important..."

"I know," Misha interrupted her, her tone somewhat bitter, "but..."

She looked at the group of female teachers who were talking. They had the aura of warriors. Even in a place like the cafeteria, she could feel a special temperament from them.

That is the temperament that only people who have experienced life and death can have.

"Eat," Anna handed her a piece of braised pork, "Look at you, you've become so skinny that you're unrecognizable."

Misha lowered her head to eat, but her ears were still unconsciously listening to the conversation next door.

"There will be another batch of supplies delivered next week," someone said. "This time it's medical supplies, which are particularly important."

"I regestrated!"

"Count me in!"

Misha paused with her chopsticks.

Anna looked at her friend's profile. Her eyes were shining with complex light under the black-framed glasses.

It is desire, unwillingness, and even helplessness.

"Misha..." Anna was about to say something.

"I'm full," Misha stood up suddenly, "and I have to prepare for class."

"Hey, you only took a few bites!"

But Misha had already left the cafeteria quickly.

Her back looked a little thin, but she still stood straight.

A week later, outside the training base.

Misha changed out of her usual business suit and put on a fitted black training suit. The slim design outlined her slender waist and long legs, and her long hair that was usually tied up was changed into a neat ponytail.

"Oh my God!" Anna stared at her in amazement. "You hid yourself so well!"

Misha tugged at the corner of her clothes uncomfortably: "Stop it..."

"I'm not saying anything," Anna circled around her, "You have such an amazing figure! Those baggy clothes used to cover up your beautiful figure."

Indeed, although Misha is thin, her body proportions are very good. She has a slender waist, long legs, and a cool face. Her stunning appearance is hidden under her black-framed glasses.

"Look at you," Anna pouted, "You are 1.7 meters tall, with a slim waist, long legs, and a face like this. You are simply a model!"

Anna herself is also a beauty, with short, neat hair and a heroic look. She wears the same training clothes, but exudes a dashing heroic spirit.

"Okay," Misha pushed up her glasses, "We're here to train."

"Come on," Anna said with a smile, "I see the eyes of several male teachers over there are wide open."

Misha followed her gaze and indeed saw several burning gazes and quickly looked away.

"Ignore them," Misha snorted, "Let's get ready to go."

"Ah," Anna sighed, "How come such beautiful women like us are..."

"Anna!" Misha interrupted her, her face slightly red.

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more," Anna raised her hands in surrender. "But seriously, you should wear more clothes like this in the future and stop wrapping yourself up so tightly."

Misha didn't say anything, but just lowered her head to organize her equipment.

In fact, she knew her own advantages. But in this apocalypse, beauty could become a burden. She would rather protect herself with a stern appearance.

"Assemble!" A whistle for assembly sounded in the distance.

"Let's go," Misha took a deep breath, "I hope I won't be a drag this time."

"Don't worry," Anna patted her shoulder, "I'm here!"

The two beauties walked side by side towards the meeting point, attracting a lot of attention.

But Misha no longer cared about these looks. She had only one thought in her mind: she must prove her worth in this field training.

The sun was scorching on the training ground.

"Look, it's that Chinese teacher without any special powers again." Several young female teachers whispered.

"She really overestimates her own abilities. How could she possibly endure this kind of high-intensity training without superpowers?"

Misha turned a deaf ear to him and concentrated on completing the physical test. Her training clothes were soaked with sweat, her black hair was messy and stuck to her face, and her glasses were broken in the previous training, but she didn't bother to replace them.

It took her nearly 30 minutes to run the five-kilometer cross-country race, which was twice as slow as the others.

"Haha, at this speed, wouldn't it be suicide if we encounter a group of zombies in the wild?"

During climbing training, others could easily jump up the three-meter-high wall, but she could only climb up little by little, her arms shaking from excessive exertion.

Chapter 719 Anna, cover me! I'll lead it away!

"I really don't understand why she has to suffer this."

But Misha always persevered. She got up when she fell down and tried again when she failed.

During lunch break, everyone else went to rest, only she was still on the training ground.

“One more time,” she murmured to herself, “I must reach the standard.”

Sweat blurred her vision, so she simply took off her broken glasses. Without the obstruction of the lenses, her stubborn face looked even more beautiful.

"you are hardworking."

A deep male voice suddenly sounded.

Misha looked up and saw Zhang Chen standing on the sidelines. He was the general manager of this field training and the highest commander of the entire base.

"Report to the commander," Misha stood up immediately, "I..."

"No need to explain," Zhang Chen interrupted her, "I saw it all."

He handed her a bottle of water. “You know what? In my opinion, perseverance is more important than talent.”

Misha was stunned.

"Superpowers are certainly important," Zhang Chen continued, "but the truly strong are those who never give up."

"I...I just don't want to be a hindrance." Misha whispered.

"You are much stronger than you think," Zhang Chen said meaningfully, "Not all power comes from supernatural powers."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Misha standing there, with a warm feeling in her heart.

"Misha!" Anna ran over. "Are you crazy? It's already noon and you're still training!"

"I'm almost there," Misha wiped the sweat off her face, "Give me another chance."

"You..." Anna was helpless, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Training continued in the afternoon.

When Misha finally finished all the projects, it was already evening. Her grades were just above the passing line.

"Congratulations," the examiner said, "you passed the test."

Misha smiled tiredly. The sense of accomplishment at this moment was more precious than any supernatural power.

In the distance, Zhang Chen watched this scene thoughtfully.

In his eyes, Misha seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light, a light that was brighter than her supernatural powers.

That is the light that never gives up.

The jeep bumped along the rugged mountain road.

Misha sat in the corner, biting her fingers. Her usually serious expression was now a little nervous. She had her long hair tied into a bun, revealing her fair neck and delicate features. Without the glasses, her clear eyes looked even more lively.