Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 199 The Zombie Dad is a Wave 46
The zombie king looked at all the information in his room.

The bookshelves are full.

But there are only bookshelves in the room.

The Zombie King doesn't remember what his former study looked like, and he doesn't know that there are still many, many books, especially the research books after college.

He just felt that he had something to do now.

Looking at the zombie king's reaction, Rourou put down the bottle again.

She stared closely at the zombie king's face, even though she knew that the zombie had no expression, she followed the human habit to observe the expression.

The zombie king didn't respond. He picked up a book, swayed from side to side, walked to the desk, and continued to read.He no longer used other zombies to testify and teach, but he still kept the habit.

Seven or eight zombies in white coats surrounded the Zombie King and listened to him reading.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of his reading.

Rou Rou looked at the feeding bottle she put on the shelf, the milk was almost reaching the feeding bottle and was about to overflow.

Rou Rou left and went to the opposite room to tidy up the room.

In the evening, Fu Chen played around and went home.First enter the study and see the milk bottle on the bookshelf.

Fuchen picked it up and drank it by himself.

Just after entering the mouth, Fuchen just felt that there was something wrong with the taste.

Aftertaste again, it seems to be the taste I often come into contact with.

Fuchen didn't taste anything unusual, only felt that today's water was not as good as in the past, and it was not as refreshing as usual after drinking it.

I took two sips.

Spit out the dust and put the bottle aside.

There is something vaguely human in the air.

The zombie in the white coat stood beside the big zombie, staggering, making no other movements, very quiet.

The floating dust felt a little wrong, smelled the smell, climbed to the desk, and smelled the smell on the window.

human touch.

Fuchen jumped out, followed the smell and walked along the house. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and saw the layout of the room.

The room was spic and span, very clean.

At the corner of the line of sight, there is a crib with a baby in it.

Rourou is not there.

Rourou... Fuchen felt angry.She puffed up and stared at the child at the far end of the room.

Fuchen turned his head and left.

In the room, Rourou came out from the space to check the baby's condition.The baby is very quiet in the stroller.

No danger.

Rourou continued to be busy with her own affairs in the space.

Fu Chen crawled back to his home through the window, staring at the book of the big zombie, and was about to snatch it.

After a bit of pulling, the face was deformed, and it took an unexpected effort.

Fuchen stared at the big zombie, "What are you doing?"

The big zombie looked straight at the floating dust with confusion in his eyes.

He was holding the book with one hand, pointing to the contents of the book with the other, and chanting the contents of the book.

The content was interrupted twice by Fuchen, and he was not angry, just staring at her in confusion.

Fuchen was busy getting angry, clutching the book in his hand, looking around for something to throw.

When his sight touched the milk bottle on the bookshelf, Fuchen let go of the book and jumped off the table.

He ran to the bookshelf neatly and picked up the bottle.Climb the table and get out.The whole process came and went like the wind.

The big zombie just watched, then lowered his head and continued to read.

Fu Chen ran to the window of the house next door, exerted all his breastfeeding strength, and threw it at the baby.

The bottle flipped in the air and hit the crib.Milk was splashed on the baby's face and the bottle flipped over and fell into the bedding in the crib.

Missing the child, he walked away angrily.

in the room.

Rourou came out again to confirm the safety of the baby. When she saw the baby holding the bottle and drinking milk, she didn't think too much and continued to work.

Fuchen climbed the window again and was caught by the big zombie.

He grabbed Fuchen's hand and pushed a book over, "Homework."

"Last night?" Fuchen was very confused, "Didn't you sleep last night? Ah? You said about the bed..."

"Operation."

The big zombie took out the chapter of "Child Psychology" and pointed to a line of words on it, "It is necessary to assign a certain amount of homework, which can be reading, writing, practicing musical instruments, etc., to cultivate children's learning ability and patience... "

Fu Chen was still confused, pointing at himself, staring at the big zombie to confirm again and again, "Homework?"

The big zombie stared directly, without blinking.

Fuchen's gaze shifted to the notebook.It feels weird.

Experience like never before.

He was not asked to do anything by the big zombie.

There is no such thing as "homework".

Fuchen opened the book with puzzled eyes, and on it were some formulas, which were written to solve the elementary school Mathematical Olympiad.

Fuchen looked at the big zombie.

The big zombie looked at the floating dust calmly.

Fu Chen stared at the book, hesitatingly reached out to touch it.

Being hugged on the seat by the big zombie, Fuchen started his writing career.

The first question: "A step has a one-step way of walking, and there is a two-step way of walking. Now there are 13 steps. Excuse me, how many possibilities are there in total?"

Solution: x+2y=13.
When x=1, y=6, there are 1 step with 1 step, 6 steps with 2 steps, and 7 permutations and combinations.

When x=3, y=5, there are 3 steps of 1 and 5 steps of 2, and there are 56 permutations and combinations.

when x=5...

Answer: 377 kinds.

Fuchen raised his head and stared at the big zombie, "I don't understand."

I really don't understand.

The big zombie embraced the floating dust and began to explain, "There are only 13 steps..."

The big zombie's voice was as dry as grass, and his face was even grayer. When he was explaining the engineering formula in a serious manner, he had an inexplicable majesty.

Fu Chen unconsciously followed.

Forget about beating people next door.

Amid the sound of the explanation, there was movement from the next door, "Xiaobao, what's wrong with you, Xiaobao?"

Rourou's screams were covered by the dejected voice of the big zombie.

Soon, the next door was quiet and there was no movement.

Fuchen was broken and studied with the big zombie for two hours.

When two hours were up, the big zombie stopped and said to Fu Chen, who had already yawned, "You need to sleep."

Fuchen didn't resist, and yawned with his head up, and the big zombie stretched out his arms to "Princess Hug" and put her on the pink princess bed in the next bedroom to sleep.The formulas spoken by the big zombie are still in my mind.

When his head touched the soft bed, he felt drowsy immediately.

The big zombie covered her with a quilt and walked out.

After a while, there was the sound of the big zombie reading again.

Accompanied by the stiff sound of reading, the floating dust sank into sleep.

The next day, Fuchen got enough sleep, woke up early in the morning, and yelled at the big zombie, "I'm going out."

The big zombie appeared at the door, holding a bottle of milk in his hand.

Opening the door on the opposite side, Rourou appeared at the door with a gloomy face, staring straight at Fuchen.

The emotion in his eyes was like a dark cloud hiding a shocking lightning.

Fuchen was unclear, so he stared at the bottle of milk, curled his lips, and saw that smell again.

Refuse.

"Don't drink."

Staring at Rou Rou unkindly, he hates this woman very much.

Just run out and play.

The big zombie didn't stop him either.

Fuchen ran on the street, and none of the zombies on the road wandered leisurely or aggressively.

Suddenly, at the intersection, an RV hit the floating dust.

The floating dust rolled twice on the ground, bleeding bright red blood.

Rou Rou got off the car, stuffed the caravan and the floating dust into the space, and also got into the space by herself.

On the street, there were only zombies wandering leisurely, and a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)