Daily life in Zongman

With her parents away from home year-round, Futaba Rio lived alone for most of her life, having never had any friends since she was a child, until her journey to the apocalyptic world. If you ask her what's most important to her, after that journey, she'll have only one answer.

Because it mattered the most, because she cared the most, because she loved him with all her heart, she lost her composure and was temporarily no longer calm and rational.

She was crying now, but she was also relaxing, venting her panic and repressed emotions.

"Stupid Fuji (sobs) wish..."

"Well, I'm here."

"Please... No... I hate it (sob)..."

"Ah."

"Just now... I was using this afternoon's incident to apologize (sob)... I wanted to use your guilt to make you leave... I'm sorry (sob) Qi... I'm sorry..."

"Ah."

"Also... I really (sob) can't afford the team... You clearly trusted me... asked me to form a team... (sob) but I didn't handle it well... I'm sorry..."

"Futaba,"

He placed his hand on her head, stroking it gently, comforting the obviously emotionally out-of-control Futaba: "No need to apologize anymore, let's enjoy the breeze together."

"Um...ok (sob)..."

The calm, rational, gifted girl, at this moment, was like a delicate white jade rabbit. Beautiful yet fragile, she hid in his arms like a cave, timid and filled with fear of the outside world. This was the vulnerability she would reveal in front of someone she trusted, after losing control of her emotions.

Holding her in his arms, the two of them sat quietly in the garden.

Futaba slowly stopped sobbing, but she still curled up in his arms and didn't leave.

Her long hair was parted from her face, revealing her still somewhat watery eyes.

The hair is very soft, like fine silk, and the skin on the face feels very smooth, but occasionally has a slightly sticky feeling like dried tears.

As usual, one hand subconsciously rubbed Futaba's abdomen, hoping that she would feel more comfortable during her period. With the other hand, he wiped her face with a tissue.

Futaba didn't resist, she raised her neck slightly and responded obediently. There were no words between them, they just cooperated with each other to wipe away the traces of tears.

During this time, the big white jade rabbit slowly changed from curled up in his arms to sitting in his arms, and his emotions gradually became stable, with no more excessive expression on his face.

She returned to her former self as the science girl admired by many of her classmates, with her usual calm and composed expression on her face.

He gently pinched her chin, lifted it up and carefully observed both sides of her face. After making sure that all the tear marks were cleared, he released her chin.

Then I noticed that Futaba's face showed some expression again.

She pursed her lips slightly, a strand of hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, her slightly flushed face and evasive eyes revealed her inner feelings.

A girl's blush is worth a thousand words.

It is really pleasing to see such a person who loves you show his shyness.

I decided to hold her like this until we gathered.

"Fujiwara."

"Ah."

Futaba rubbed her lower abdomen with her palms, then clenched one and placed it next to her face.

"Can you... touch me more?~"

Chapter 266: Futaba is sleeping (Part )

June 2019, 6, on the third floor of the teaching building of Fengzhiqi Private Academy.

As the school bell rang at noon, the back door of the second grade Class A classroom was opened and a young girl left the classroom first.

Her naturally fluffy long gray hair moved as she walked, with the tips of her hair dancing at her waist. They were like elves leaping in the forest, dancing among the treetops with the girl's brisk steps.

Yet, this hint of joy was imperceptible to others, for the girl's face remained impassive. Beneath her glasses were golden pupils, a calm gaze that rarely shifted, her brows never faltering. In the memories of her classmates, they had never seen her smile; her face was always impassive.

Some people who had been rejected by her would call her asexual, while others would call her expressionless, but these were just malicious remarks from a few people. Most people who knew her admired her and described her as a calm and composed science genius.

And whether it is those who praise and admire the girl or those who speak ill of her, there is a consensus.

The girl is an extremely beautiful girl.

Both her exquisite appearance and petite yet voluptuous figure were extremely rare. In a ranking compiled by some jealous women, she was ranked first for the most vulgar figure, surpassing third-year Kasumigaoka-senpai.

After all, Senior Kasumigaoka is 168cm tall, and this height makes her overall look more natural and harmonious, and also makes her harmonious figure not so prominent and eye-catching when compared with Futaba.

Futaba Rio is only 160cm tall, and at this height, her extremely plump figure is particularly prominent. Paired with her well-proportioned long legs and delicate face, the phrase "baby face, big breasts" always comes to mind at first glance.

After Futaba Rio left, some discussion could be heard in the classroom.

"If I remember correctly, Futaba-san got a special permission from the school. She doesn't need to come to school. She just needs to take the exam and pass it."

"That's true. I talked to someone about it before and I still remember it. There are rumors that Futaba-san has completed the university courses on her own and passed the assessment. She has now joined a laboratory as a member."

"That's so exaggerated... I'm still trying to improve the deviation from the mean of 50 to 60, but Futaba-san has already completely ignored the deviation and taught herself university courses to join the lab."

"Well, with so many people in the world, there must be some super geniuses."

"But I only see that kind of stuff on TV. When it really happens to me, it always feels a little unreal."

"She's not from the same world as us. When I see Futaba-san, I don't know what to talk to her about. The teacher doesn't dare to call on her to answer questions in class."

"Yeah... they're not from the same world... By the way, do you think third-year Kasumigaoka-senpai will have something in common with her? I heard that Kasumigaoka-senpai was admitted to Zaoying University and is a true genius. But she's too sharp-tongued and dark. I heard that the guy who confessed to her didn't dare to appear in her presence for at least three months."

"Hmm~ If you think about it carefully, maybe they don't have much in common. After all, there are differences between geniuses. Although it's rude to say this to Kasumigaoka-senpai, I think she might feel the same as us when she sees Futaba-san, feeling ashamed of herself as a genius."

"Speaking of which, it's rare to see someone confess their love to Futaba-san."

"Ah, don't you know? There was a suspected confession before, but after Futaba-san rejected that one, there has been basically no more."

"Huh? What happened to them?"

"Let me think about the original words... ahem~"

The classmate cleared his throat. "If you're just trying to express your wild desires because of your testosterone, please get out of my sight immediately. If you're trying to say you admire my personality and qualities, I'm curious how you know me when we've never spoken before. Your lies are truly disgusting. Anyway, I don't want to waste time now. Can you please get out of my way?"

"Futaba-san sounds quite polite, but her words are so sharp. The person who confessed is so pitiful."

"In fact, that person later defended himself under pressure, saying that he just wanted to discuss the issue, and then he was killed again."

"Futaba asked about his ranking and then asked him, 'You're saying that you, the 37th-ranked student in the grade, came to me to discuss some issues you couldn't figure out. Do you think your questions are profound enough that the teacher can't answer them, or do you think my time is worth wasting by answering your shallow questions?'"

"Wow, it feels like she's on par with Kasumigaoka-senpai in terms of darkness. If I were that boy, I wouldn't want to come to school anymore."

"I heard that the boy didn't come to school for a week."

"No wonder we rarely hear about Futaba-san being confessed to."

"There's another reason for this, actually."

"What is it?"

"You don't know why Futaba-san often comes to school in the morning, do you?"

"I really don't know. I've been working hard on my practice questions to improve my deviation score, and rarely pay attention to these gossips."

"Fujiwara Haru, you know this person, right?"

"Are you talking about that Fujiwara-dono?"

"Yes, this matter actually..."

The students who were discussing in the classroom took out their lunch boxes and sat at the table together, eating and chatting.

On the other side, Futaba Rio came to her own school laboratory, put her lunch box on the table, and took out a beaker to make a cup of coffee.

While waiting for the water to boil, she heard the laboratory door open.

Futaba Rio looked up, and the figure of the young man who opened the door was reflected on his calm face and in his golden eyes.

Just like now, in the dim garden, she lay in his arms, her chin pinched as she raised her head, looking at the face of the boy who was hugging her.

"Fujiwara."

"Ah."

Futaba rubbed her lower abdomen with her palms, then clenched one and placed it next to her face.

"Can you... touch me more?~"

Rio Futaba, the top second-year student at the private Toyosaki Academy and a cold, unapproachable goddess in the eyes of many students, felt quite comfortable at this moment. She shook her head slightly and nuzzled her face into the palm of her hand.

The palm of the slightly rough big hand was a little warm. After hesitating for a moment, it chose to gently stroke the cheek and neck.

Futaba felt safe and happy. This feeling of being caressed confirmed that the person holding her loved her very much. And the careful and gentle manner of caressing her was completely different from the boy's daily neat and generous manner. It was as if he was afraid of hurting her and only used a little force.

She likes this feeling, the feeling of being carefully cared for by her loved one, which gradually satisfies her both physically and mentally.

And the boy's other hand has been gently rubbing her lower abdomen. This is her "privilege" and enjoyment during her menstrual period.

As the big hand pressed on her uterus, Futaba was very clear that her oxytocin level was gradually increasing, and the increasingly overflowing sense of happiness in her heart was proof of this.

However, it's almost time.

Futaba Rio, who had been enjoying herself with her eyes closed, opened them and said, "Fujiwara, it's around 8:20. It's almost time to gather."

"Is Futaba feeling better?"

She looked at the concerned young man and pursed her lips. "It's alright, go meet up with them. I'm going to have dinner too. And after a rough zombie study, I'll have to adjust tomorrow's plans."

He looked down at the bespectacled girl in his arms, then retracted his hand from caressing her face and placed it back on her belly. From both sides to the center, his thumbs traced the slightly fleshy belly until they reached her narrow belly button.

Finally, he pressed lightly a few times as a massage, then stopped, looked at her misty eyes again, combed her hair neatly, and carried her back to the cafeteria.

"See you later."

"Um……"

Futaba Rio came to her senses and said, "Stupid Fujiwara... Go away, go away."

Her voice was a little hurried, and she seemed a little shy. I thought I had made her feel comfortable. I knew she wouldn't feel any pain after taking the painkillers, but if I could still make her feel comfortable, I wanted to make her feel even more comfortable.

After confirming that Futaba was fine, Fujiwara Haru came to the teaching building and reunited with the core team.

Under the leadership of Busujima Saeko, everyone started from the archery club and prepared to go to the kendo club, gunmanship club, baseball club and other clubs, and together in the club activity room they collected bows and arrows, protective gear, swords, guns, and sticks.

At the private Fujimi Academy, you can gather everything from classic swords, spears, clubs, and modern armor in the clubs. You can also get detailed high-definition maps of the area in the camping club, find the necessary tools for crafting simple armor and weapons in the crafting club, and get a high-definition, high-powered telescope in the astronomy club.

There are a lot of good things, all of which can be of great help to your subsequent survival in the apocalypse.

It took some time, and Fujiwara Haru was busy until eleven o'clock. After sorting out all the collected materials, he put them in the warehouse so that they could be used directly to arm the exploration team tomorrow.

When the team was disbanding and preparing to go back to sleep, they were stopped.

"Fujiwara-kun."

Busujima Saeko's long, soft purple hair fluttered slightly in the night breeze. Xiu Ze pulled Yoshitake, who was ready to watch, away, and the rest of the people followed suit.

"what happened?"

Busujima Saeko reached out and smoothed the purple hair in front of her, then bowed slightly: "Thank you very much for your help today."

"Ah, oh."

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused. Why did he suddenly say this? "Is there anything else?"

Saeko Busujima shook her head. "Nothing else matters. I simply want to express my gratitude to Fujiwara-kun."

Seeing the serious Busujima Saeko, Fujiwara Haru also became more serious and nodded in agreement: "Yes, I received your gratitude."

After chatting for a while, Fujiwara Haru turned and walked away towards the dormitory building. It was late, and it was almost time to pack up and get ready for bed.

Behind him, Busujima Saeko stood quietly in the night. Her bow of thanks wasn't meant to curry favor; she simply wanted to express her sincere gratitude.

She knew very well that the boy in front of her did not belong to this school, but he saved the entire Fujimi Academy for a very simple reason.

He didn't want to see tragedy, he just wanted to save people, that's all.

While Saeko Busujima was eating in the cafeteria that night, some people who were about to leave the academy said that the boy saved people because he wanted to take over the entire school and become a local tyrant, and he would definitely become a tyrant in the future. Others said he was a hypocrite, and even said that he was very likely the mastermind behind the zombie outbreak.

These words and actions made her sigh. Even in colleges and universities, there are idiots.

"It is the duty of subordinates to protect the leader's reputation and eliminate the parasites."

Busujima Saeko drew the bamboo sword from her waist and smashed the mouths of those people. She was ready to propose to expel these people tomorrow morning without giving them any equipment.

She knew exactly how powerful the young man before her was. If he wanted to, he could completely wreak havoc on himself in this zombie apocalypse. He was willing to sacrifice himself to save the entire academy, a truly virtuous act that proved his character.

She recognized him as her leader, so she thanked him sincerely and tried her best to help him. She didn't want him to feel disappointed, so she didn't tell anyone about what happened in the cafeteria.