Rebirth: I went back to the day of the zombie outbreak

The first task released by the "Hongjun System" was to gain Duan Kai's favor.

The goodwill of a person who I just beat like a pig.

Is this system on the wrong channel?

This is survival in the apocalypse, not pastoral development.

However, if you want to survive in the apocalypse, you must complete the system tasks.

Based on my experience of reading a thousand zombie novels, you will get corresponding rewards for completing tasks.

These rewards may be food, supplies, or weapons.

The first task was more difficult, so I had to put it aside and go purchase supplies first.

When we arrived at the supermarket, two employees, one male and one female, were stocking the shelves.

The zombie crisis hasn't broken out yet, so we definitely can't rely on robbing for supplies.

Otherwise, call the police before the zombies arrive.

In previous lives, we were trapped in a classroom for days, and it certainly wouldn’t work without food and water.

So, I arrogantly threw my campus card onto the counter and said, "Spend it all."

The employee swiped the money on the machine and the number 300 yuan appeared.

An expression of disappointment suddenly appeared on his face.

He muttered, "I thought it was a big deal."

This is my monthly living expenses.

So, he spent all the money in the card and used it to buy 10 boxes of White Rabbit instant noodles and 5 boxes of WaLeLe mineral water.

Both of these items are the cheapest.

I'll store my things in the supermarket first and move them upstairs when everyone is away.

While picking up the instant noodles, I saw my classmate Du Long.

He is fat and slow in reaction, making him an easy target for bullying.

It is precisely because of his existence that I suffered a lot of bullying in my previous life.

So, we have a kind of sympathy for each other.

At this moment, he was squatting on the shelf choosing snacks.

I walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Use the money to buy food quickly. It's best if you can keep yourself from starving."

Du Long was shocked when he heard this and asked me if I had damaged my brain from reading so many novels.

However, in the end he still spent all his money on things like spicy strips, potato chips, biscuits, and chicken feet.

While waiting to check out, I asked the staff to borrow my cell phone.

"Who did you call?" the female employee asked cautiously.

Call the police!

But on second thought, no one will believe me now, not even the police.

If the police heard me calling the police about a zombie virus, they would definitely accuse me of provoking trouble.

By then, being criticized throughout the school would be the lightest punishment, and you will probably have to stay in jail for a few days.

In that case, I still have accomplished a weird task.

So I gave up the idea of ​​calling the police and said, "Call my parents."

The employee was kind enough to lend me the phone, but no one answered my parents’ cell phone.

This situation is not good.

When the zombie virus broke out in my previous life, I used Shen Shuo’s phone to call my parents, but no one answered.

Have they already...

The boss gave me a wary look, wondering if I was going to steal his phone.

I quickly returned the phone.

During the first class, I sat in the classroom and began to think about how to complete this first task.

Duan Kai, who was sitting in the first row, turned around and looked at me. His chin was still swollen.

After briefly meeting my gaze, he shrank back unconsciously and then put on an indifferent expression.

I then looked at my deskmate Niu Ni.

She wore a pair of round black-framed glasses and had two pigtails. She looked silly, but not ugly.

Because of my poor family background, I had no friends at school and I buried myself in books every day studying.

Because she was the best student in the class, no one bullied her.

In her previous life, she was morally blackmailed by Xie Liting and took out the steamed buns prepared for her by her family and shared them with her classmates. On the third day, she fainted from hunger.

Now she is listening to the class seriously.

The end of the world is coming soon, why are you still learning?

Alas, the sorrow of the poor.

He hoped to change his own fate and that of his entire family through study and examinations.

Little did we know that the fate of all of us would completely change in a few hours.

After class, everyone left the classroom and went to the playground for physical education class.

Of course I wouldn't go upstairs, so I pulled Dulong and ran downstairs to carry upstairs all the food we had bought.

We put all our things in the storage room at the back of the classroom, where the mops and brooms were kept.

The classroom is at the very edge of the fourth floor. I was almost exhausted after running back and forth a few times.

I was resting against the window, with the playground outside.

The students are doing warm-up exercises.

Du Long was sweating all over, his face almost turned pale, and he asked with trembling lips: "Will there really be zombies?"

Seeing that he looked like he was about to die, I kindly advised him, "Just be careful."

After we recovered, we went downstairs to look for handy tools on campus.

When we passed the mop washing pool beside the playground, the students were already having free time.

Dai Yuheng and a few others were enjoying the cool in the shade beside the mop pool.

Duan Kai wanted to get closer to Dai Yuheng and say something, but was kicked by Tang Hu and fell to the ground.

The people around Dai Yuheng burst into laughter.

"Weakling! You can't even beat Fang Mu, and yet you have the nerve to come here." Tang Hu cursed and then came towards us.

Dai Yuheng and several others met us.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Du Long was so frightened that he dared not even breathe, fearing that they would come and cause trouble for him.

Tang Hu was the first to rush out and said, "You were very arrogant just now. But I am a great man and I don't bear grudges. Now kneel down and admit your mistake, then crawl through my crotch, and this matter will be over."

I was so angry that I almost laughed.

Are you filming a TV series?

I glanced at the mop pool next to me, where a row of wet mops were hanging, dripping with water.

So I walked over, picked one up, and weighed it in my hand.

The quality of the mops used in school is very poor. The mop sticks are made of low-quality synthetic wood, which are light and brittle. Students often break the sticks while mopping the floor.

I lifted the mop and raised my foot to bump it against my knee.

With a "crack", the mop broke into two pieces.

I threw away the mop head, held the other half in my hand, and measured it with my eyes. It felt like a passionate campus scene.

Song Kui jumped out and laughed: "There are so many of us, and there are only two of you."

"You're good at math." I said, clenching the stick.

Just when I thought there would be a fierce battle, Dai Yuheng took them away.

The physical education teacher and classmates were nearby, so I don’t think he would dare to do anything outside.

After everyone had gone far away, Du Long said, "Fang Mu, you were really fierce just now."

I ignored him and walked up to Duan Kai, wanting to say something to win his favor.

Duan Kai had already climbed up from the ground, but he shrank back again when he saw me approaching.

His clothes were covered in dust and his chin was still red and swollen.

This jerk, like all bullies, is arrogant and domineering.

I really met a tough guy, even more ruthless than the badger under Runtu’s steel fork.

"Hey, Diaomao - Oh, no, Duan Kai, are you okay?" I asked, holding up the stick.

He glanced at me, his expression switching between confusion, fear, and contempt.

The punch just now was either too heavy or too light.

Before I could say anything else, he left.

It seems that the first task is quite difficult.

So I tried to see if I could find a machete or something like that for self-defense.

But how could there be such a thing in school? It is not easy to get controlled knives these days.

The protagonists in those zombie novels often use knives to chop and guns to shoot.

play?

The whole morning passed like this, and apart from stocking up some supplies, I didn't accomplish anything.

Even though I have read a thousand zombie novels, I often despise those authors who write the protagonists too stupidly.

But now it's my turn, and I don't know what to do.

It’s true that when the book is used, it will be less regrettable.