Daily life in Zongman

Busujima Saeko and others in the audience nodded in agreement without any refusal or question.

"Now, the rest of you, follow the previous arrangement, all disperse and begin the action!"

From the podium, a not-so-tidy but resounding response came: "Yes!"

Fujiwara Haru was very satisfied. The feeling of everyone obeying orders and leading everyone to a better path gave him a sense of accomplishment and a very good experience.

After leaving the podium, all the people whose names were called came over, but no one spoke, waiting quietly for Fujiwara Haru to speak.

He looked at everyone and said, "Everyone, please introduce yourselves to each other. Let me start first."

"I've said it before, but I'll say it again. My name is Fujiwara Haru, and you can just call me Fujiwara. I'm not a psychic, nor am I a new kind of person. I'm a physical training cultivator, which can be understood as a super-powered warrior who knows some simple Onmyoji spells."

"Fujiwara-kun, excuse me."

After Fujiwara Haru finished speaking, Saeko Busujima was the first to speak: "Is it the monks in the ancient books of strange stories who can become immortals through practice?"

"Yes, it is."

“I didn’t expect it to really exist.”

Busujima Saeko murmured, then did not ask if she could teach or ask too many other questions.

She drew her bamboo sword from her waist and introduced herself: "I'm Saeko Busujima from Class A, third grade. I'm also the captain of the kendo club and excel in close combat. If you need to carve a path through, Fujiwara-kun, please feel free to use me."

Fujiwara Haru discovered that Busujima Saeko seemed to approve of him. If he remembered correctly, this was only the second time they had met.

After Busujima Saeko finished introducing herself, Hidenori, Yoshitake and the other two came.

"My name is Tabata Hidenori, an ordinary high school boy with no martial arts skills. But I do have some advantages. I have good physical strength and can run from one city to another."

Xiu Ze showed a confident smile, this was his real record in reality.

"My name is Tanaka Yoshitake, and I'm just an ordinary high school boy. I don't have any martial arts skills, but I do have some advantages."

Jizhu combed his spiky hair back with his hands: "I'm good at playing with rubber bands!"

The whole place was very quiet.

Jizhu looked around and said, "Eh? Isn't it funny?"

Fujiwara Haru, Hidenori, Tadakuni, Ishii Kazu, and Hirano Toda all shook their heads, and then looked at Tanaka Yoshitake with pity, who thought he was funny.

Busujima Saeko was not as direct as these men. She just watched with a faint smile.

Tanaka Yoshitake wasn't embarrassed at all, he just sighed and said, "I failed to be funny, but honestly, I'm really good at playing with rubber bands."

Then it was Zhongbang who introduced himself: "My name is Zhongbang, I'm a really ordinary high school boy, not very good at anything. If I had to say, I'd say I'm good at telling ghost stories."

"I'm not trying to belittle myself, but I know myself. Compared to you all, I'm actually pretty useless. I don't have good physical strength, I don't know martial arts, and I don't have any survival knowledge. I'm just an ordinary high school student."

"Fujiwara, you're keeping us here to form a core team, right? I appreciate your help, but I know my own abilities. I can just do some logistics work at the base and hang around."

Tadakuni looked at Fujiwara Haru calmly. He was grateful for Fujiwara's help. But he felt it would be best if he didn't join the core team in this zombie apocalypse. He knew he wasn't a powerful figure, but he wasn't a bad person either. He decided not to hold them back.

Fujiwara Haru shook his head: "I refuse you to quit directly."

Looking at Zhongbang, he asked seriously: "Let me ask you, if you were really asked to work in logistics until the end of the world, would you really be willing to do that? After coming here, are you really willing to work in logistics instead of picking up weapons and clubs and going out to adventure with your friends?"

Tadakuni didn't say anything. Fujiwara Haru saw things very clearly. How could he not understand what it was like to be a high school student?

Don't tell me I'm just an ordinary high school student pretending to be ordinary. I've come to this apocalyptic world, and I don't have any desire to save the world?!

A passionate adventure in another world. At worst, you can just go home after dying. How could you really bear to be a logistics support person?!

Hidenori and Yoshitake patted Tadakuni's shoulders with supportive expressions on their faces.

Zhongbang gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I'll join! But I have to make it clear in advance that if I really fall behind, I'll die, and you guys don't come to save me."

Fujiwara Haru nodded and said, "Just tell Hidenori and Yoshitake. I'll definitely rescue them if I'm around, so they won't be a burden to me. If you're not around, just take a few more zombies with you."

Zhongbang's previously troubled expression completely disappeared, and he said with relief: "Then I will take these two zombies away before I die, no matter what."

Ishii, who was standing nearby, was a little confused: "Well, I don't quite understand what you are saying."

Fujiwara Haru looked at Hirano Toda and Ishii Kazu and explained briefly: "Tadakuni is different from you. He has two lives and is not afraid of dying once. Don't follow his example. If you want to quit the logistics department, just tell me directly. I won't force you or say anything."

Hirano Toda and Ishii Kazu cast envious glances at Tadakuni. They had no doubts, after all, someone in the entire school could pull off a timeout. So, having two lives seemed perfectly normal. Their only regret was that they didn't have any superpowers.

Ishii Kazu began to introduce himself: "My name is Ishii Kazu, and I'm just an ordinary high school boy. My specialty is...study. I'm pretty good at it. But that's not going to be very useful in the apocalypse. It's not really that good."

"As for whether or not to quit and work in logistics..."

Ishii took a deep breath and said, "I will try my best to keep up with everyone!"

Finally, there's Hirano Toda: "My name is Hirano Toda, an ordinary high school boy who likes the anime and manga and is a bit of an otaku. Because I also like military content, I have some knowledge of firearms and am a bit good at shooting."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Fujiwara Haru and said, "Boss Fujiwara, can I ask you a question?"

"Excuse me."

"Why me? As Zhongbang just said, after the speech, they kept us to form a team. It's obvious that they want to train us as the core team. I'm very curious why they chose me for such an important matter."

Fujiwara Haru didn't hide anything: "There are two reasons. One is that I know another side of you that you've been hiding. You're not just slightly proficient with firearms, you're extremely proficient. Of all the people here, you're the best at long-range gun handling."

Hirano Toda felt relieved and even a little happy when he learned that he was understood thoroughly. It was a perfectly normal reason for someone to be attracted to him because of his own outstanding abilities, but he didn't care why they knew about his abilities.

Fujiwara Haru continued: "Another reason is that someone recommended you to me."

"Futaba."

Futaba Rio, who had been standing nearby, said calmly, "This afternoon, after a zombie appeared on the playground, Hirano Toda didn't run away. Instead, you searched for weapons to kill the zombie. You were quite brave. Later that afternoon, when we were reinforcing the wall together, you worked very hard and have a kind and honest character. As a teammate, your strength can be improved slowly, but your character must be strong. That's why I recommend you."

Hirano Toda, when he heard that the reason for recommending him was not because of his ability but because of his character, this feeling of inner recognition brought tears to his eyes.

"Thank...thank you for the compliment! I will do my best from now on!"

He looked at Futaba Rio and found that the gray-haired girl in front of him was simply an angel! She was much better than Takagi Saya who wanted to treat him like a licking dog!

The only regret is that she also likes someone else and cannot like him.

Hirano Toda glanced at Fujiwara Haru with regret. He wasn't jealous, but rather envious. The last trace of caution and doubt in his heart disappeared, and he decided to work hard with his boss and survive together in this terrible doomsday world.

After everyone finished introducing themselves, Fujiwara Haru clapped his hands and motioned for them to look over. "Everyone, take a break now. Once the cafeteria food is ready, we'll go have dinner. Meet in the teaching building at 8:30. We can collect supplies overnight while the power system is still working."

"Disband."

"Yes."×6.

Fujiwara Haru looked at Futaba, who looked back. Now, there were only two of them left on the playground. The long-haired girl, with her hair tied in a side ponytail, went to help in the cafeteria, and Kasumigaoka Utaha was also helping out.

"Fujiwara, please help me move a few zombies to the lab. I cleaned up a table this afternoon that you can use for research."

The private Fujimi Academy didn't have an anatomy lab, only a specimen room. But there were no props inside, only small animal specimens and human models. Researching zombies still required going to the lab, where the equipment was more useful.

"no problem."

Fujiwara Haru agreed decisively, then picked up the zombies one by one by their collars and threw them onto the trailer and took them to the laboratory.

After arriving and placing a table, Fujiwara Haru stood aside and waited quietly.

Futaba looked at him and waited for a while, only to find that Fujiwara had no intention of leaving.

The laboratory fell into silence, and neither of them spoke.

Futaba looked out the window for a while, then looked at Fujiwara Haru again, lowering her head slightly and looking at the ground: "Fujiwara..."

"Well, what's the matter?"

"I'm sorry... I didn't handle it properly this afternoon, which led to a split in the team. This wasted time and also made you spend more time rebuilding the team."

"I don't have much talent for leadership or communication. But when it comes to scientific research, I hope you can trust me. I can still do a rough study of zombies, even small things."

Fujiwara Haru blinked, not understanding why Futaba said that. He was just waiting for Futaba to study the zombies and protect her from the side.

Futaba took a deep breath: "So, you can go have dinner first, you don't have to stay here with me."

Shaking her head, she refused. Futaba had to be nearby when she came into contact with the zombies to prevent any accidents.

Futaba bit her lip, and after a moment of silence, she begged in a low voice: "Please... Fujiwara... go eat first..."

Looking at Rio Futaba who lowered her head and requested in a low voice, Fujiwara Haru was confused and decided to obey a little.

Nodding: "Okay."

Then he left and went to the cafeteria.

Futaba watched Fujiwara Haru leave and breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that he had walked away from the door and his back had completely disappeared around the corner, she took out goggles, a mask, and gloves from her backpack and put on her white lab coat.

She looked at the zombie on the table, put on protective gear and walked over.

Rio Futaba's night plan is to study zombies.

How to study?

Observation, experimentation, and...dissection.

She looked at the zombie on the table, took a deep breath, and then began her most basic observations. She observed the blood flow after the limbs were removed, the zombie's condition after the blood loss, whether the zombie had the ability to heal itself, and so on. She recorded all her observations in a notebook.

Then the experiment began, testing the zombies' hearing, vision, bite force, etc., and recording the subsequent series of experiments that would require intact zombies to conduct wrist strength, speed, the speed of bursting after being attracted, and the data differences after humans of different physiques became zombies.

Finally, she took out the scalpel.

A few minutes later, she was lying on the sink next to the laboratory, emptying her stomach continuously.

Futaba was able to calmly and rationally begin the autopsy, but she couldn't suppress her body's instinctive physiological reactions, like her period; they were uncontrollable. She smelled the decaying odor, cut through the pale skin, and, despite her nausea, opened the skull. Then, looking at the slushy brain, she ran to the side, repeatedly emptying her stomach through the acid reflux.

After a long pause, Futaba cleaned the corners of her mouth and put on the mask again.

She returned to the table again, enduring the discomfort in her body, and continued to observe the zombie's brain carefully.

Rio Futaba is not good at communication, has few friends, and has little social experience. The only way to deal with cunning people is to stay away from them, and she has no leadership skills.

But she possesses an exceptional memory and a high IQ, and is able to plan and conduct research with impeccable perfection. She is the envy of many students and the perfect student in the eyes of her teachers.

She can conduct comprehensive and rapid research on zombies, and after the physiological reaction, she relies on calmness and rationality to quickly recover and then continue to devote herself to the research. She is a well-deserved genius science girl.

After Futaba recovered, she calmly began further dissection research, but her physiological reactions made her rush to the sink several times during the research.

Eventually, she confirmed one thing: after a human transforms into a zombie, their brain becomes completely diseased, leading to their complete death. After transformation, the completely diseased brain will cling to the skull, allowing minimal movement. Blast the zombie's head, turning it completely into a pulp, is the most effective way to kill it.

The night grew deeper, and until her hand holding the knife began to tremble, Futaba began to clean the table and wash her gloves. After finishing the cleaning work, she took off her goggles and prepared to end this research and go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Then, her vision was no longer obstructed, and she noticed something.

There is a shadow on the ground and another shadow on the wall.

Futaba turned around and saw Fujiwara outside the glass window, who had just finished his lunch box in the corridor.

Her pupils contracted, and her voice trembled: "Fujiwara...you...you saw everything?"

Standing outside the window, Fujiwara Haru tossed his empty plastic lunch box into the trash can, walked into the lab, thought for a moment, and replied, "No, I didn't see anything. I took a minute to get food from the cafeteria."

Futaba Rio took a deep breath, her voice no longer as calm as usual, but full of loss: "That's not...didn't you see it all..."

Fujiwara Haru was confused, but Futaba was concerned, so she whispered to comfort him: "I didn't see it for a minute."

Futaba's eyes lost their luster and became dull and lifeless: "Did you see me dissecting a corpse...?"

"This has."

"That means... the way I vomited... was all..."

Fujiwara Haru reacted and realized that he was a bit straightforward, but not stupid.

But he still nodded: "I saw it all."

Futaba's eyes were completely dead. Not to mention that dissecting a corpse in front of the person she liked was not a girly behavior at all, emptying her stomach in front of the person she liked was enough to completely destroy her image.

Ahahaha…would anyone like a girl who looks like a psychopathic killer? Would anyone like a girl who empties her stomach right in front of them?

Confession or something... probably completely dead...

Futaba's mind was empty and she had given up thinking.

He walked over to her and took off her slightly dirty white coat. She was still wearing neat casual clothes underneath.

Without saying anything, he held her in his arms, took her out of the laboratory, and came to a garden together.

In the pitch-black environment, in the cool night breeze, he kept caressing the back of the girl in his arms, soothing her panicked heart.

In the garden, sobbing sounds slowly drifted away. The girl choked and tears slowly seeped out.

She had faced many things today: the apocalypse after the zombie crisis, the blood-soaked environment, the attacks of cunning individuals, and the physical shock of her first autopsy. Relying on her composure, even during her period, Futaba Rio maintained her composure and remained sane, responding appropriately.

But in the end, she lost her composure when she found that her beloved saw her image crumble.

She didn't want to be seen in a bad light, didn't want to expose her worst side, and didn't want to be... hated.