Daily life in Zongman

"Why do they have to use honorifics? And why are these titles so weird? Why not just call me Fujiwara?"

A smile instantly appeared on the blond Yoshitake's face: "YA☆DA☆ZE! I win! I told you Fujiwara that there's no way he'd change his mind."

Xiu Ze sighed: "Ah~ah~I lost, I lost~"

It was obvious that Hidenori and Yoshitake had made a bet.

Time went back to a quarter of an hour ago. Behind the school building, Hidenori, Yoshitake and the other two were staring at each other. They couldn't move, but they could blink. Because they were discussing the next steps, they happened to be staring at each other in a triangle.

Tanaka Yoshitake, who has blonde hair, said: "Isn't this a zombie apocalypse? We should be happily beating up zombies and saving our queenly teachers, pretty seniors, and cute juniors. Why are we all frozen here? This is too weird!"

Tabata Hideki, wearing glasses, said expressionlessly: "Maybe the world's progress is stuck. Just wait for the world to respond."

Yoshitake: [Ah~ Could it be that the world program has identified us as a virus and is preparing to kill us?]

Xiu Ze: [I think the world program is stuck, otherwise the zombies would have come and eaten us long ago.]

Zhongbang: [Hey, hey! We're not supposed to talk! Why are you guys just naturally communicating with each other through eye contact?!]

Tanaka Yoshitake: [I know what you want to say just by looking into your eyes. Don't underestimate the bond between us!]

Zhongbang: [Ohhhh! My blood is boiling!]

Tanaka Yoshitake: [Wait, Tadakuni, there's a really straight and awesome branch behind you.]

Zhongbang: [Huh? Is this true? Where is it?]

Xiu Ze looked at the two people opposite him who were blinking continuously. In fact, he didn't know what they were saying, but he could imagine it in his mind.

The above are all his imaginary conversations.

So, when does the world process run normally?

As he was thinking, he heard some strange noises, and then he saw a familiar person disappearing with a petite but great-looking girl in his arms.

All the zombies around them fell down, leaving a message in the air: "Gather at the playground in ten minutes."

That person was indeed Fujiwara, and the one being hugged was one of their teammates, Rio Futaba.

So why was he able to move? And so fast? Did he do all this?

A pocket watch that can be suspended in space? Or is he actually a person with super powers?

Xiu Ze didn't know, but after waiting for ten minutes, the world process ran normally and the three of them were able to move instantly.

The moment he was able to move, Xiuzhao took a step and rushed towards Tadakuni's back. At the same time, Yoshitake also rushed, but Tadakuni was the only one who was unaware of anything.

Jizhu rolled over, picked up the branch on the ground and held it high.

He said nothing and slowly stood up from the ground.

Xiu Ze instead knelt on the ground with his hands on the ground.

Zhongbang looked confused: "Eh? What happened?"

Ji Zhu looked at him and raised the straight branch in his hand high: "Thump→thump→thump↓thump↑!"

"Please, we are in a zombie apocalypse now, please stop messing around."

"Zombies? Where are the zombies?"

"..."

Zhongbang looked around and saw the zombies lying on the ground: "It's okay."

Xiu Ze looked at the branches and curled his lips: "Let's go and gather at the playground."

Yoshitake: "Let's go to the playground! Oh, that figure just now was Fujiwara, right? We can't move, is he the one who made it happen?"

Xiu Ze: "I don't know, but it's probably."

"Wow, this is amazing! It feels like a comic book domain has unfolded, directly controlling the entire scene."

Ji Zhu sighed and asked a question: "So, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to be so casual with such a powerful person?"

Hidenori: "That's not necessary. I don't think Fujiwara is that kind of person."

Jizhu: "Let's make a bet?"

Xiu Ze: "What are you betting on?"

Yoshitake: "I bet Fujiwara is easy to talk to and won't care too much about the name or attitude."

Xiu Ze: "Then I can only bet on the other side, and didn't you say you didn't quite believe it just now?"

Jizhu: "Okay, the bet is this sword of the brave who created the world! Whoever wins will get it."

Xiu Ze: "If you don't want to give it, just say so."

"Let's go to the playground and find Fujiwara."

"set off!"

Then came the current scene. Because they had prepared themselves mentally, they were not too afraid of the zombies. They were also the first to come to their senses. Without any delay, Hidenori, Yoshitake and the other two were the first to arrive on the playground.

During the conversation, Yoshitake grumbled, "That's outrageous! We knew you were number one in the national kendo tournament, but we didn't expect you to have superpowers. No, when we met last year, you cosplayed Ichigo Kurosaki. You're not really a Shinigami, are you? That thing that just suppressed us was spiritual pressure?"

Fujiwara Haru replied to Yoshitake: "From a literal point of view, calling my move spiritual pressure is quite descriptive."

"So, you're really a Shinigami?! Can you let me become a Shinigami too?! Cool! I want a Bankai too!"

"I want Bankai, too."

Fujiwara Haru complained about Yoshitake's whimsical ideas. He also wanted a handsome Bankai, and then interrupted the small talk: "Let's talk later. I need to take care of other things. Can you please help me watch my bag?"

Hidenori and Yoshitake looked up at Futaba Rio behind Fujiwara Haru and noticed the clothes around her waist. As thoughtful high school boys, the three of them nodded: "No problem, leave it to us!"

Fujiwara Haru pulled out a long package from the side of his backpack and said, "By the way, there's a tent here. Could you guys help me set it up, Shuzenori? I've been quite exhausted and need to rest for a while."

Xiu Ze took the lead and agreed: "Okay, go quickly and come back soon."

He thanked Xiang Xiu Ze and took out his spare clothes from his backpack. He looked at Futaba and found that she had already taken them.

The spiritual energy enveloped Futaba Rio, and he disappeared from the spot holding her. When he reappeared, he was already at the door of a safe and clean restroom.

After putting Futaba down, the tacit understanding between the two of them over the years meant that there was no need for them to say too much, so she took her change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

Fujiwara Haru took out a new piece of clothing and put it on, then leaned against the door and waited.

My sensitive hearing could detect the rustling sound of fabric sliding across my skin in the bathroom. Looking at the clouds in the distance, I began to think about how to survive, distracting myself from the bathroom behind me.

"Fujiwara."

In the bathroom, there came the call from Futaba Qingqian.

"I'm here."

Attention was drawn back.

After a moment of silence, Futaba's calm voice was heard again in the bathroom, but her slightly fast pace of speech revealed that she was a little restless.

"My mobile phone broke."

"Oh."

I simply responded without realizing what was going on. I figured if my phone was broken, it was fine. I couldn't make calls in this world anyway, and there was no one I wanted to contact.

Is there any important data in the phone? Should I ask someone later if they can fix it?

While I was thinking this, I had been quiet for a while.

I heard Futaba's words again, this time her voice was no longer calm, but rather tinged with anger: "Pig-headed Fujiwara!"

He muttered, "I know you're in a volatile mood today, Futaba, but at least tell me where I've missed something. Don't just be so mean to me."

After a moment's silence, Futaba's voice was very subtle this time, the kind of voice so weak that it couldn't even be heard through the lattice door.

With a tone of embarrassment and annoyance, she spoke a little haltingly: "It's... that sound... it keeps making that sound..."

Continuous sound?

Ah, I remember now, it's that. Speaking of which, ever since that six-month retreat, Futaba hasn't come back. I thought it had just healed naturally, without the Pavlovian reaction.

So, was Futaba using a recording device during her training? It was in her phone, so it must have been recorded during a phone call, but it was lost when the phone broke.

Thinking of this, he made a continuous sound: "Shh~Shh~Shh~"

Because his attention was naturally on Futaba when he was chatting with her, he could clearly feel the surging torrent. He looked into the distance, trying to divert his attention.

Behind the private Fujimi Academy, there was a low mountain with a single, rounded peak. A spring gurgled in the middle of the mountain, forming a small river. The river slowly reached a cliff, leaped down, and rushed into the pool below, stirring up waves of water.

Look at the clouds, look at the flying birds, look at the mountains in the distance, follow your heart, appreciate the scenery, listen to the sound of the waterfall, and make yourself happy.

After waiting for a while, Futaba came out.

Her face was as expressionless as ever, and Futaba looked quite aloof with her glasses. If she were wearing her usual white coat, she would look even more aloof.

Even the aloof Futaba Rio had a Pavlovian reaction. And this reaction was under her control, which greatly satisfied her desire for control, making her feel particularly good and even happier.

Looking at Shuangye, he didn't talk about what happened just now, nor did he make any jokes. He just said simply: "Go back."

Futaba nodded and stood there waiting. He reached out and picked her up, then quickly returned to the playground.

At this time, many survivors had gathered on the playground. Fujiwara Haru ranked the matters in order of importance and decided to take a break first to replenish the missing spiritual energy to prevent any accidents.

But before that, he looked at the survivors who had arrived at the playground, and his voice spread throughout the playground.

"Quiet."

Fujiwara Haru casually slashed the tree next to him to show his strength and prevent anyone from jumping out. With the loud sound of the tree falling to the ground, everyone's attention was focused on it, and the playground gradually became quiet.

"First, I'm the one who saved you. Second, from now on, if you want to survive, you must obey my orders. Third, I need to rest now. Until evening, you must obey the orders of this Futaba Rio."

"Now, keep quiet, no noise, and follow the instructions."

After confirming that there was no objection from the audience, Fujiwara Haru entered the tent and prepared to rest, recovering his energy and replenishing his spiritual energy.

After all, controlling the entire school for half an hour was a significant drain on his mental and spiritual energy. He needed to recover as quickly as possible so he could face the next situation at full strength. He didn't want to be constantly on the run, killing one group of zombies before another zombie king appeared, and then fighting mutant zombies without recovering from the fierce battle.

Although these were not his limit, he still felt terrible for always being in an unsatisfactory state. Fujiwara Haru decided to restore his state to full capacity first.

However, he looked into the empty tent and realized that Hidenori and the others hadn't brought their pillows in, probably because they hadn't checked their backpacks. Fujiwara Haru had brought a compressed pillow in for resting.

Meditation can also restore energy, but it's not as fast as sleeping. After all, sleep is the body's best recovery mechanism. Moreover, Fujiwara Haru is a physical practitioner, so he can recover faster and better when sleeping.

Futaba's voice came from outside the tent: "Let me first explain the current situation to those who are still confused. Don't ask questions, don't question, just listen quietly until I finish."

"First of all, I can tell you very clearly that a zombie crisis has broken out not only within the school, but also outside of it and all over the world. This is a world-class doomsday crisis. Don't be optimistic, and don't..."

"Xiu Ze, go over there and make some noise by the pile of zombies."

"Very good, everyone should have seen that zombies are very sensitive to sound. Now, the second thing is, after clarifying the current situation, you have ten minutes to send a message to your family to let them know you're safe. If you don't want to kill your family, don't call them, send a text message instead..."

Fujiwara Haru sat inside the tent and found that it was not appropriate to go out to get a pillow at this time. If he went out again, he would attract everyone's attention and cause some trouble to Futaba who was arranging the survivors.

Just as he was about to meditate to recover, he noticed the tent door had been pulled open. A long-haired girl named Hui peeked in, then bent over and crawled in.

She didn't say anything, just glanced around the tent and crawled to the side. Then she sat down, patted her thigh, and said in a very soft voice: "Hey, do you want to rest?"

I was just feeling sleepy and here comes the pillow.

It has a slight fragrance, a soft touch, and soothing service.

The long-haired girl bent down slightly, her hair, which had already reached her waist, falling down and draping over her face, bringing a slight tingling sensation. She reached out and gathered her hair, gathering it together on one side to form a "death hairstyle," and then reached out and placed it on her head again.

The girl's hands gently stroked the hair, slowly going deeper, and then she began to slowly massage the scalp with her soft fingertips.

Occasionally, she would cup her hands and gently stroke the back of her neck to bring more comfort.

His eyelids grew heavy, and with the long-haired girl's comfort, he fell into a deep sleep, his energy and spirit beginning to recover rapidly.

With my eyes closed, I didn’t see the slightly red face of the long-haired girl, nor her slightly rosy earlobes.

The tent fell into silence, with only the breathing of the two people remaining.

And outside the tent, it was Futaba's voice.

Chapter 257 It’s you, that’s great.

Fujiwara Haru fell into a deep sleep, temporarily ignoring the information transmitted by his five senses. His consciousness sank into the memory hut and began to carefully review the anime he had watched in the past - High School of the Dead. He just realized that the name of this school was exactly the same as the name of the middle school he had watched in the anime.

There are also several figures whose appearance is not much different from the anime. I just don't know if their personalities, behaviors, and past deeds are really consistent with the anime.

Reality wasn't anime, and the plot had completely deviated after he'd taken action, but he still decided to review and confirm the details of the zombies. This could be used later after real-world verification, which would be better than a test without any information.

He doesn't need these little tips and tricks for dealing with zombies, but the other survivors do.