Daily life in Zongman

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Futaba Rio possesses an excellent memory, able to retain most of the information she encounters and possessing a sharp mind. Since elementary school, she has consistently topped every subject, achieving full marks in all but the most subjective exams.

She is an undoubted genius.

Perhaps at a cost far exceeding that of ordinary people, she lost most of her social connections. Her parents were busy with work, her classmates were afraid to approach her, and her teachers were unconcerned. She was always alone and rarely interacted with others.

This also made her not understand how to communicate with others. Her face was always expressionless, and the words she spoke were plain and straightforward, rarely with emotion.

But she is not really three-no, she just looks a little speechless. She has subtle expressions, emotions and troubles of her own. She will feel helpless about Fujiwara Haru's silly comfort, and will also feel shy that he might hear her watering the flowers.

She will feel helpless, shy and afraid, and she is not unintentional.

I was afraid of the dark, afraid of loneliness, and even felt very low about my body shape at one point.

This is Rio Futaba, a genius girl, a genius and a girl.

In the past, she often spent time in the library and discovered the truth about the world: foreign countries as people know them do not exist.

So where does my father go when he often goes abroad to attend academic conferences, and where does my mother go when she often goes abroad for business negotiations?

Futaba Rio didn't know that involving her relatives made her a little scared. She tried to calm herself down and think for a long time, but it was difficult to explain this phenomenon.

Whether online or in real life, everyone believed everything was normal, with no one complaining about any strange phenomena. Even when my parents occasionally came home, they acted as if everything was normal, as if they had really been abroad.

But according to her field observations, the farther away from the mainland, the lower the sky, and all calculations point to one result: the sky is round and the earth is square, and there is no foreign country.

She didn't dare to take the initiative to tell anyone about this until yesterday when she found someone in the library, constantly looking at the world map, frowning as if he had seen something incredible.

Futaba Rio walked over and asked expectantly, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at the world map."

"Going on a trip?"

"No, I just felt that the world was a little strange, so I came to check it out."

They are the same kind!

She was very happy. The feeling that she was the only one who was different in the world was broken. She was very happy. She talked to him for a long time, communicating with him for a long time, and was convinced that they were of the same kind.

She felt more at ease when she went to bed last night.

After meeting the god today and knowing the truth about the world, she started looking for someone to team up with. She was thinking about what to say first so that she could clearly explain her advantages and then successfully team up with Fujiwara Haru.

Futaba Rio did not consider teaming up with others. After the god said he wanted to find someone, her first reaction was to find Fujiwara Haru and start thinking about how to communicate.

She trusted him very much.

Fujiwara Haru has a very good reputation in school, so good that someone once said, "Fujiwara Haru hit someone."

Others’ first reaction is: “Who’s bullying again? Well done.”

Futaba Rio doesn't trust strangers, and Fujiwara Haru, who is of the same kind and has an excellent reputation, is her only target.

While she was still thinking, he came to her. She felt comfortable being recognized and was very happy. Even though there was no expression on her face, she was indeed very happy at that time.

In the library, looking at Fujiwara Haru who was spreading the gourmet tablecloth, Futaba asked: "Fujiwara-kun, why did you choose me as your teammate at noon today?"

"I know you."

Fujiwara Haru clasped his hands together and began to whisper the food he wanted. Suddenly, garlic crayfish, spicy crayfish, ice milk, and rice appeared on the tablecloth. This time, he didn't peel the shells. He decided to do it himself and enjoy the pleasure of uncovering the delicious food.

Futaba Rio was silent for a moment, then asked again, "No other reason?"

"Hmm..." Fujiwara Haru was a little confused and thought for a while: "Because you are always the top student in the grade?"

“Don’t answer questions in a questioning tone.”

"Because you are always number one in your grade."

Futaba Rio was silent. She realized that the reason why Fujiwara Haru chose her as her teammate seemed to be very simple: they knew each other.

Never mind, let’s have dinner first.

"I'd like one order of shrimp tempura, one order of radish miso soup, and one order of rice."

"Hey, Futaba, you're eating so little."

"Just eat enough."

"Can I really eat enough? If I'm not in good condition and get into an emergency, it could be fatal, right?"

Futaba Rio was silent for a moment: "You will gain weight."

Repeat: "Would it be fatal if something unexpected happened while you were in poor condition?"

Futaba exhaled softly and clasped her hands together, "Another well-done wagyu steak and one fried chicken wing, please."

During the meal, Fujiwara Haru happily started a fire with a magnesium rod to save on flashlight. Making a fire with a magnesium rod was much more fun than using a lighter; he had wanted to play with fire for a while, and the feeling of burning books was even more exciting.

Of course, the books that were burned were useless.

Under the flickering firelight, the two finished their dinner in the lounge. Fujiwara Haru took out the double tent from his backpack and unfolded it. He had originally bought a double tent thinking that he could use it with Sister Shendong, and the size was just right for him now.

There is no wind indoors, so it is not a big problem if it is not fixed. After unfolding it in place, spread the compressed mat in the tent, and then use the rainproof cloth as a quilt, and you can get by for one night.

Futaba used the elevator to search for some books on the bookshelf outside and returned when it was quite dark. Fujiwara Haru had already slept in bed. Living in a tent brought him an interesting novelty, but it was not very comfortable. It would have been better if he had a blanket.

Seeing Futaba come in, he suggested, "Let's go find some blankets tomorrow. When the car arrives, we can bring more supplies."

He thought this was a good idea. They could use the car's large capacity to carry more supplies and make their future life more convenient.

"Not only do you need a blanket, but you also need to bring some clothes and stuff. I have a set of underwear for changing, but you don't have any, Futaba."

A faint sound came from the side: "Hmm..." Futaba did not lie down, she sat aside: "That... Fujiwara-kun."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"I need to go to the bathroom..."

Futaba Rio had just gone to the bathroom quickly, and hadn't finished completely. After dinner and miso soup, the time had already become unbearable.

Fujiwara Haru was a little confused, but still responded: "Oh."

The tent fell into silence.

Then there was the sound of a light, deep breath, and a calm voice: "Fujiwara-kun, can you come with me?"

Although a little slow, Fujiwara Haru also reacted. Realizing that Futaba might be afraid of the dark, he nodded and said, "Sure, let's go together. I just want to go too."

I stood up and followed her. After watching her go in, I was about to go next door to take care of my personal hygiene. I had just taken a few steps out.

A faint voice came from the bathroom: "Fujiwara-kun...are you there?"

"I'm here."

After a moment of silence, a voice came from the bathroom again: "Fujiwara-kun."

"I'm here."

After a moment of silence, a voice came from the bathroom again: "Fujiwara-kun."

Fujiwara Haru discovered that Futaba was really afraid of the dark: "I'm here."

"Um... sorry... could you please continue making some noise..."

Fujiwara Haru thought for a while, recalled the scenes he had seen before, and imitated the parents of children on the street, making simulated sounds.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh"

The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, followed by the sound of flushing, which covered everything up.

55. Road Trip (Part )

Waking up from her tent early in the morning, Fujiwara Haru unzipped her tent, crawled out, and began to stretch her body. A little dim light shone through the long door, but the entire library was still dark, requiring a flashlight for additional lighting.

He put personal cleaning items in the adventure backpack. Considering that Sister Shendong might use them, he brought two sets. They are not big or heavy and will not take up too much space.

Fujiwara Haru took one set and opened it, put the other set next to his schoolbag, and then went to wash up.

The intact water supply system allows the bathroom to meet daily needs. After cleaning, I warmed up and started jogging around the bookshelf.

Jogging every morning has become a habit of Fujiwara Haru. He likes to run a little after waking up. The feeling of his body gradually becoming active makes him feel very comfortable, and his appetite for breakfast will also be better later.

The library I stayed at last night was a massive building, its shelves as vast as a six-story building. Access to the bookshelves was via an elevator on the outside of the shelves, allowing readers to access the books in this "book building." With so many books and materials, this place must have been a very important place long ago.

But now everything is abandoned, leaving only bookshelves and books, silent in the dim room, silently telling of the glory of the past.

In a trance, Fujiwara Haru felt that he was downstairs at home, jogging around the building. He subconsciously began to look forward to it: What kind of breakfast will Sister Shendong cook later?

This is what he looks forward to most after getting up every day: Sister Shendong’s breakfast.

Unknown surprises always make people look forward to it, not to mention the fantasy of delicious food when you are hungry in the early morning, which makes people salivate and full of imagination.

After running for a while, he came to his senses and realized that he would not be able to have Sister Shendong's breakfast today. Not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not next week, not next month.

Fujiwara Haru stopped and suddenly felt a little lost. He loved adventure and new and interesting things, but he also loved home.

The young boy discovered for the first time that exploring in another world was not all good: he could not go home at any time.

When I finished jogging and walked back to the lounge, I found that Futaba Rio had already finished washing up and was sitting at the door, reading the book she had taken down last night in the sunlight.

"Breakfast?"

Futaba was immersed in a book and didn't look up. "Please give me one grilled eel, one rice, and one tofu miso soup. Thank you very much."

"it is good."

Fujiwara Haru brought the gourmet tablecloth to the door, sat down opposite Futaba, spread out the tablecloth, lowered his head and muttered silently, and conjured up the food he wanted to eat.

He was feeling a little uncomfortable now, so he decided to eat something good: three trays of Nanxiang dumplings and a dish of vinegar.

This is a delicacy he remembered seeing on TV. He has never eaten it before, so he hopes it tastes good.

There is no strong smell of spices, only heat mixed with a hint of meat aroma. I picked one up and imitated the people on TV, taking a bite, sucking it, and then dipping it in vinegar and taking another bite.

The skin is thin and the meat is tender, the soup is bright, and with a little vinegar, the freshness and sourness collide in the mouth, making the taste more obvious.

It’s so delicious~

Fujiwara Haru regained his energy: "It's delicious, Futaba, do you want one?"

"grateful."

Futaba Rio picked up one and ate a few more, and seemed to think it was delicious. Fujiwara Haru also ate some of her grilled eel. The fresh and salty sauce paired with the tender eel meat tasted great too.

The gourmet tablecloth is really nice~ Thank God~

After breakfast, I tidied myself up and found a large number of notebooks and pens in the writing area of the library. It seems that even in the past era of highly developed technology, people still retained the hobby of writing with paper and pen.

Futaba picked up a half-written notebook on the ground, flipped through it for a while, and then threw it on the table.

Fujiwara Haru was a little curious and walked over to see what was written.

Futaba: "Don't look."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The content is detached from reality and filled with the sophisticated egoism of the powerful. Reading too much is not good." Futaba paused. "It can be basically confirmed that in the past, this floor was inhabited by the powerful and wealthy, who enjoyed retro hobbies in this high-tech era."

Fujiwara Haru said "oh", and Futaba said that if it was not good to read it, then don't read it. She started to look through the remaining notebooks and found that most of them were blank. She took out three relatively intact ones and tried to write with the pens scattered on the side.

Most of the pens no longer work, but the most primitive pencils can still write, but it feels like they can be broken with a little force.

Although they are very worn out, I still got the notebook and pen!

Fujiwara Haru can now start writing his diary. He plans to record all his experiences in the apocalyptic world and hopes to share them with Sister Shendong in more detail after returning.

The two left the library and saw the tracked car again outside the gate, as well as a six-wheeled vehicle next to it.

Tracked vehicle: "Good morning, Mayor Fujiwara. This is your mayoral vehicle, a 6×6 lightweight all-terrain vehicle. As required, it is lightweight, all-terrain accessible, has a certain degree of protection, and has some cargo capacity."

As Fujiwara Haru spoke, his eyes sparkling as he ran over to the car. He circled it several times, looking at it from front to back. It was truly impressive. The car was pure black with a cool glow, and its tall body gave it exceptional off-road capabilities. The rear compartment was spacious, allowing for ample storage.

After looking around for a few times, he looked at Futaba Rio with some regret: "It doesn't feel very high-tech. It's not floating. It's not much different from the cars we have."

Futaba Rio said calmly, "There are no hovercars. The only flying things I've seen are various aircraft. They're no longer manufacturable, and we don't know how to fly. This car is a hybrid, simple yet durable. I know how to operate it, repair it, and maintain it. It's the best choice right now."

Fujiwara Haru nodded in understanding, looked at Futaba, rubbed his hands, and was eager to try: "Let me drive?"

"Come on up, I'll teach you."