"Oh. Your dad is also a teacher."

"Well. But he hasn't been to class for a long time."

Li Jun said: "The most recent class time is for Ye Ce's special training."

Ye Ce: "...you are the son of the legendary principal and actor???"

"Yes." Seeing Ye Ce and Fatty's surprised faces, he asked, "What's wrong?"

The fat man raised his head and held his chest high: "Zhu Xiaoba is very honored to be able to study with the prince!"

A pair of obscene triangular eyes exposed on the small fan on the buttocks glanced at the four young boys, sneered a few times, waved the small fan, and the coffin in the classroom suddenly moved.

Li Jun hid behind Li Ci, pointing to the coffin board with a face of horror, "Student Zhu, your ancestor's coffin board can't be held down anymore!"

The coffin board was overturned to the ground by withered claws one by one, and from the pitch-black coffin slowly crawled out a series of haggard little zombies.

Yes, very small.About twelve or thirteen years old.There are men and women.Men wear long gowns and mandarin jackets, while women wear Qing-style cheongsams.

Yuan Bai said leisurely: "Don't feel sorry for them because they look young. They are zombies, but you are human. Now let's start—chrysanthemum vs. zombies."

As soon as he finished speaking, the coffins disappeared, and so did he.The classroom disappeared, and the venue suddenly became larger and empty.

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