Daily life in Zongman

"You two should either settle down here or come back to the base with me. I've left some food in the villa. It should be enough for the two of you to eat for a week."

The father pulled his daughter, a pleading expression on his face: "If possible, I hope to take my daughter back to the base with Master Fujiwara."

"Okay, then take that week's supply of food with you and get in the car."

Fujiwara Haru did not refuse. In addition to getting guns and supplies, he also came out today with the idea of saving Ciri and Alice's father in the original Highschool of the Dead.

When I was cleaning up the zombies just now, I happened to meet two people who were hiding from the zombie group. After taking care of them, I threw them into Nanlixiang Villa. Now it's a good opportunity to take them back together.

He opened the cab, waited for a moment, and after making sure the two men had taken their supplies and gotten into the car, he inserted the key, started the Hummer, and drove back to the base.

Thanks to the fact that he had just cleaned up the streets, he estimated that he would be back to the base in about half an hour.

Fujiwara Haru was driving while thinking about the arrangements for the future. Futaba told him to give it his own way, so he had to use his brain and start thinking about the follow-up plans.

First, let's analyze the current situation. In the original Highschool of the Dead, the situation on the second day was not so serious. There should have been a government-organized road blockade on Bieyu Bridge to screen out the infected people among the crowd in the west district of the city and ensure the safety of the east district.

But these no longer exist. The zombie crisis that broke out at the same time caused the fall of both the West District and the East District, and the original government agencies of the host city completely collapsed.

However, the offshore base where Minami Rika was supposedly cleaned up and reorganized, and they seemed to have restored order today. She mentioned on the phone that she was going on a mission, presumably to rescue or contact other survivor bases.

While Fujiwara Haru was thinking, he heard a faint sound coming from the back seat of the car.

"Dad, I need to pee..."

"Can you hold it in for a moment? Wait until you get to a safe place before you pee."

"Well……"

The short pink-haired loli Ciri Alice lowered her head.

Fujiwara Haru stopped the car and looked at the back seat: "I've cleaned up here, let's take our daughter and finish it as soon as possible."

The man was stunned for a moment, then he bowed quickly and repeatedly: "Thank you, Master Fujiwara, thank you!"

He waved his hands helplessly: "Hurry up."

Fujiwara Haru watched the two people get out of the car, then tapped the steering wheel with his index finger and waited.

He completely disliked the polite, flattering gratitude. Ciri Elise's father cared deeply for his daughter, which led to a kind of servile fawning. The constant thank you was mingled with fear, dread, flattery, and envy. There was genuine gratitude, but it was too mixed and impure.

After Fujiwara Haru discovered that his immense strength had been exposed, he found it difficult to interact with ordinary people. Whether it was the survivors at the base, the survivors from the TV station he'd met that afternoon, or even Shiri Alice's father, after realizing his strength, they couldn't help but fear and try to please him.

Fujiwara Haru doesn't like being flattered, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

He could accept paying for services, but he could not accept being served in return for flattery. His gradually recovered memories made his three views more and more perfect.

Fujiwara Haru thought that after returning from this world, he must not reveal his strength, otherwise it would not only cause trouble, but also make his daily life very bad.

The car door was opened again and the father and daughter sat back in the car.

I heard the girl thanking me: "Thank you, big brother. Alice feels so comfortable now. Big brother is a good person~"

Glancing in the rearview mirror, Lori's face was filled with seriousness.

With the corners of his mouth raised, Fujiwara Haru said happily: "Sit tight, we need to hurry back."

"Oh~ Alice, sit down!~"

"set off!"

The Hummer started up again, driving through the streets late at night. In the silent city, the roars of scattered zombies could be heard. They listened to the horns of the car, left the houses, and gathered on the streets again.

But this time the number has become very small, enough for the survivors of Bed City who are hiding to explore carefully during the day.

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After settling the rescued father and daughter, Fujiwara Haru went up the stairs and reached the sixth floor of the dormitory.

This floor was allocated to him, and only a few familiar people lived there. He glanced at Room 603 and Room 601, noticing that the doors on both sides were tightly closed, with no light coming through. Thinking of Futaba, Shiyu-senpai, and the girl with the twintails, they were all asleep.

He needed to shower soon, so he cast a soundproofing spell on both sides. He had learned a lot of these small daily life spells, which cost little and were very useful since reaching the fifth realm.

I opened the door and the moment I walked in I realized something was wrong.

He looked at the floor, at the bathroom with the lights still on, and then at the plump, soft, white and tender big sister on the bed, his head full of questions.

Why did Teacher Juchuan come to my room? How did she get in? Why did she fall asleep like that?

When you walk in, you can’t say that you can see everything, but you can also say that there is no obstruction.

He sighed and wrapped her in a thin blanket, then tried to wake her up: "Teacher Juchuan, wake up."

After shouting several times, Marikawa Shizuka opened her eyes in a daze. She looked at the person in front of her and reached out to hug her: "Um... It's little Fujiwara... Are you here to ask the teacher for a reward~ Sure... Sure~"

Her speech was sometimes smooth, sometimes paused, her mind intermittently blank. She smelled milky and had a hint of alcohol.

The skin is incredibly smooth to the touch, almost like a magnolia flower. Its light, soft texture, combined with a slightly delicate touch, is as beautiful and delicate as a flower.

Fujiwara Haru noticed his body was restless, but he felt that as long as he could suppress the idea and not act on it, he didn't care too much.

Looking at the drunken big sister, he frowned slightly: "Teacher Juchuan, did you drink tonight?"

"I didn't drink any alcohol tonight... I only drank... um... one bottle of drink..."

His brows gradually relaxed: "Where are the drinks?"

"Well... a... student gave it to me and said..."

Fujiwara Haru decided to investigate tomorrow. Whether the person did it with good intentions or bad intentions, he needed to be punished.

He reached out and pushed Teacher Juchuan away from him, preparing to carry her back to his bedroom. Finally, he asked, "Teacher Juchuan, which bedroom do you live in?"

"..."

There was no response. Mr. Juchuan closed his eyes, his arms and head drooped, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Sighing, he called out a few more times with no response, so he put her back on the bed. Then he went downstairs to the hall, checked the bedroom assignment list, and found her room: Room 502.

It was noticed that Busujima Saeko was also living there. The two of them lived in the same bedroom on the fifth floor, and no one else was assigned to live there.

If Fujiwara Haru remembered correctly, the person in charge of assigning her a room had made some infatuated remarks about Busujima Saeko, and perhaps out of selfish motives, he arranged a double room for her.

He returned to his bedroom, wrapped Teacher Juchuan in a quilt, then held him in his arms and went to Room 502 on the fifth floor.

I knocked on the door and waited for a moment.

Sensing someone observing her through the peephole, the door opened, revealing the radiant Busujima Saeko. She looked freshly showered, her purple hair still damp, plastered to her back and cascading down to her hips.

Like Teacher Juchuan, she was naked, only covered in a bath towel. Because she was taller than him, the angle of view was naturally from above, revealing most of her skin. The water droplets on her skin split in two, one half sliding down the curve, hitting the towel and seeping into it.

The other half also disappeared and could not be found again.

After opening the door, Busujima Saeko stepped aside and indicated that it was OK to go in directly. Just as she carried Marikawa-sensei in, she heard the sound of a door closing behind her.

I looked back and saw Busujima Saeko closing the door and wiping her hair with a towel. "Good evening, Fujiwara-kun."

"good evening."

After giving her a brief response, he asked, "Which bed will Mr. Juchuan sleep in?"

“This one.”

Busujima Saeko pointed, walked to another bed and sat down, tilting her head and continuing to wipe her hair.

She was graceful, without hiding anything, and didn't ask why she came back with the smooth-skinned teacher Juchuan. She was relaxed and had no doubts about the person she trusted.

After putting Teacher Juchuan down, he prepared to go back.

"Would you like to sit down for a while, Fujiwara-kun?"

"No, I also want to go back to take a shower and go to bed."

"please wait for a moment."

Busujima Saeko stopped wiping her hair, shook it, walked over, looked at the lower body that was obviously reacting, her face flushed a little.

"As a subject, I should share your worries."

She said it directly and calmly: "Please let Dudao handle it for you."

Busujima Saeko stood before him, then knelt on the ground, her long purple hair tied into a high ponytail. Her movements were smooth and effortless, seemingly without any shyness, though the crimson of her earlobes betrayed her inner turmoil.

After she had fixed her hair, he picked her up, lifted her high, and put her on the bed while she was stunned.

"Thank you, Busujima, but it's not necessary."

"Eh? No need?"

"Need not."

"Fujiwara-kun, with all due respect, would you please go back and vent your anger?"

"will not."

"But if this happens, there will be problems, right?"

Instead of replying to this sentence, he simply ended the topic directly: "Bushima, go to bed early, good night."

"Hold on a moment, Fujiwara-kun. One last question."

Looking at Busujima Saeko, waiting.

She took a deep breath, her eyes firm. "The women of the Busujima family are not fickle. I am still a virgin, please rest assured, Fujiwara-kun. And once I confirm my commitment to you, I will only give you my everything."

"Wait a minute, Busujima, you misunderstood. I don't mind these things."

After thinking for a moment, he carefully replied, "I'm glad you trust me and are loyal to me, but the relationship between a ruler and his subjects is different from the relationship between a man and a woman. To do this, both parties must be in love. If there's no mutual affection between the two, then doing this is wrong. Do you understand?"

Busujima Saeko looked at the boy in front of her, and the serious expression on her face gradually relaxed: "I understand. I'm sorry for my foolish behavior just now."

"It's alright, I'm going back to sleep then, goodnight Busujima."

"Yes, good night, Fujiwara-kun."

Watching the boy leave, Busujima Saeko relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief, then her face flushed.

She was actually very nervous and shy just now, but since she was facing a young man, she thought that this was okay.

In addition to her loyalty and service, Busujima Saeko also wanted to take their relationship to the next level. As the first man to enter her heart, she had a great affection for the young man and did not mind offering her purity.

But based on the situation just now.

The boy is traditional and conservative, the type who won't allow the next step to progress unless the relationship is established.

This also clearly revealed a message: in his heart, her favorability did not reach the level of love.

This is really... a little sad...

After confirming this, Busujima Saeko also had a clear goal.

Perhaps, you can try to do something, be more proactive, and try to bring the two of them closer.

If it were yesterday, she would definitely not think so. She would only feel that a violent woman like herself was not worthy of having a girlish heart, nor was she worthy of pursuing love.

But he said he didn't mind, he said she was...

The boy said a lot, and she kept these words in her heart, and let the boy into her heart. Facing the first boy who entered her heart, Busujima Saeko also wanted to try and enter his heart.

As Busujima Saeko, she won't wait for events to develop.

She decided to try to conquer the object of her loyalty and her desired target!

Perhaps, he could learn from the girl sitting opposite him tonight?

Busujima Saeko decided to start observing and learning, and to try it out in practice.

Chapter 282 Don’t regret, be brave and do it.

In the early morning of the third day of the zombie crisis, inside a massive plane over North America, gunshots rang out, and blood splattered on the walls.

With the influence of the zombie news report recorded by Futaba at Tokyo TV, the butterfly's wings began to flap violently. Now the plot development is completely different from the original.

The original development was that the Prime Minister's wife was still taken on the plane after being bitten, but now she did not get on the plane. It was just that a chef on the plane had an affair with the Prime Minister's wife, and they secretly kissed each other goodbye at the end.

"Why are they on the plane? Who put them there?"

"Don't hit the chest, hit the head, hit the head!"

"Damn it! Why did several people suddenly turn into monsters like this? They were caught before they could react due to the sudden attack!"

"Hey, hey, stop joking. That guy just now, was that the president?"

"Has the president turned into a zombie too?!"

"The world... is about to end..."