Naruto: Start as Uchiha Obito

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In the dim little room, I was gasping for breath. A petite and cute zombie was lying in my arms, sweating profusely. I looked at her, then looked out the window. The gray sky seemed to be crumbling. In the dead silent neighborhood downstairs, ragged, smelly zombies were wandering everywhere. Purple-blue haze was floating all over their bodies, and thick black smoke was billowing out of their heads from time to time.

Counting on my fingers, half a year has passed. I don’t know how long I can endure this dark and gloomy life. I just remember the ordinary life half a year ago before the outbreak of the Barbarossa virus.

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I was screwing in the factory, while the factory manager was playing games in the office; my co-workers and I ate dust and dirt in the 40-plus degree Celsius temperature, while the factory manager and the new female secretary ate in the air-conditioned room at 20-plus degrees Celsius...

I finally made it to the end of the shift. The factory manager came up to me with a big belly, patted my shoulder with a smile, and handed me my one-day salary of 80 yuan.

"Ma Chao, you did a good job. Young people should work hard and not be like those lazy bugs who slack off all day long. Only when you work hard can you get a reward and a gain..."

The factory manager kept preaching to me, but I lowered my head and kept silent. I packed up briefly, took off my work clothes, changed into my own casual clothes, the shabby, washed-out school uniform, and rushed to school.

When I returned to the classroom, it was already 9 o'clock in the evening. The head teacher was not there and the students were all reviewing. As the college entrance examination was approaching, even the students who were usually the most mischievous and playful buried their heads in study. In their words, it is better to cram at the last minute than not to cram at all. The college entrance examination is like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge, and even one more point can leave behind everyone on the playground.

With no time to rest, I returned to my seat exhausted and took out a physics exercise book that was giving me a headache. To be honest, I couldn't understand a single punctuation mark or formula in the exercises, but I still had to bite the bullet and study hard.

"Brother Xiao Ma, did you go to the electronics factory next door to work as a temporary worker this morning?" My deskmate turned his head and poked my arm with a pen.

"Yeah." I nodded and looked at her, my heart suddenly felt a throbbing. She was my deskmate and the recognized beauty in our class - Le Yao. When I was in the first year of high school, the head teacher arranged the seats according to the height of all the students in the class. I was honored. With a height of 1.58 meters and a "disabled person", I was assigned to the same seat as Le Yao, who was 1.55 meters tall. From the first to the third year of high school, the seat has never changed.

When taking over the 2010 class, the head teacher had just graduated from college and was a young man who was just starting out. His style of doing things was often unconventional, which was not difficult to see from the issue of seating arrangement. The old-timers and senior teachers who have been in the workplace for many years usually mix together the "top students" with excellent grades and the "hooligans" with bad personalities. To describe it with a trendy term, it is "one-on-one assistance and targeted poverty alleviation."

"Brother Xiao Ma, I don't know how to solve a math problem. Can you teach me?" Le Yao smiled at me. Her smile was so sweet that it touched my heart. She pushed the "Five Years of College Entrance Examination and Three Years of Simulation" towards me and asked me while pointing at an abstract function problem on it.

My attention was not on the question at all. I was staring at her white and tender fingers with a guilty conscience. I was thinking that such beautiful hands would be great to play the piano. Whenever I couldn't sleep at night, I couldn't help but listen to Beethoven's "Symphony No. 5" and Mozart's "Aria to the Queen of the Night".

"Hey, I'm talking to you, are you listening carefully?" Le Yao knocked on the table, a little unhappy.

"Sorry, I don't know how to do this question." I said regretfully.

High school mathematics can be regarded as a nightmare in my life. Sequences, derivatives, functions, analytic geometry... In my eyes, they are like a group of devils with bared fangs and claws, roaring and wanting to tear me to pieces, or like an extremely tough sword, threatening to split me in half.

Le Yao was very disappointed in me. I was obviously so good at math, but I deliberately refused to teach her. It was obvious that I was jealous of her. In the last joint examination of 5 schools, Le Yao's Chinese score was five points higher than mine. Don't underestimate these 5 points. In a school with tens of thousands of students, even if it is only points, you can at least leave behind several hundred people.

It was the gap of several hundred people that made me miss out on the "Learning Progress Award" three times a year and parted ways with my beloved One Piece Empress figure. I was angry, struggled, and hesitated because I found that I had written the poem backwards during the Chinese dictation.

[After the song, she impressed Shancai, and after putting on makeup, Qiuniang was jealous], I wrote it the other way around. According to my understanding, and the way normal people think, a famous courtesan and singer in the capital, with both good looks and talent, should put on makeup first and then play the pipa, rather than playing first and then putting on makeup, right? Unfortunately, I was wrong.

The bell for the last evening self-study class rang, and a day of intense study finally came to an end. I was a day student, so I could go home and sleep every night. In order to save 2800 yuan for accommodation in a semester, I passed by the toilet and felt a little urgent to pee, so I went to the toilet. My good buddy Xing Daorong in the next stall said to me in a low voice through the crack of the door: "Ma'er, are you there? Do you dare to fight me?"

I frowned and asked, "If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now."

"Want to watch a movie? It's newly arrived. I just picked it up from the video hall across from the school this morning. It's fresh and still hot."

"How's the content? Is it exciting?"

"One is round and smooth, the other is a little bit vulgar, and there is a small climax every three minutes."

After listening, I took a deep breath and asked, "How much?"

"It's very cheap, only three hundred yuan a copy. Since we're good friends, I'll give you a fifty percent discount, so just give me one hundred and fifty yuan."

Without any hesitation, I took out my salary, which was still hot in my hand, and stuffed it through the crack in the door.

"Ma'er, why is it only eighty yuan?"

"There's still seventy left. I'll owe you the rest tomorrow night."

"Okay." Xing Daorong trusted me very much and gave me a CD.

Back home, in my lonely little nest, I turned off the lights, turned on the TV, inserted the CD, and watched Mr. Guo's crosstalk happily, laughing out loud from time to time. My cell phone rang. I was chewing Weilong spicy strips in my mouth, and my hands were covered with grease, making it inconvenient to pick up the phone, so I licked my right hand clean and then looked through the text messages.

It says: [Recently, a new virus has suddenly broken out in Jiangcheng. It was first spread from abroad and is spreading very quickly. Please, citizens, take safety precautions when traveling in the near future.]

To this end, foreign researchers and experts have taken action to step up the development of vaccines. Scientists named this special virus "Barbarossa".

As a student of liberal arts, I am certainly not unfamiliar with the name "Barbarossa". On December 1st eighty years ago, Paulus, the German quartermaster general, formulated the "Barbarossa" plan in order to occupy Russia and the Soviet Union, expecting to eliminate the Russians within three months.

In the end, the plan was half successful. The Sixth Army was completely wiped out, Paulus led the remnants to surrender, and the Russians suffered heavy losses.

I turned off my phone. I was very tired. I washed my face and went to bed. But that night, I had a dream for no apparent reason. It was a nightmare. I dreamed that the streets were in a mess. Abandoned vehicles were piled up all over the streets. There was a raging fire. In the distant sky, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, like a hideous smile of a person. People seemed to have lost their minds, screaming madly, biting each other, and trying to kill each other...