Pick up a zombie and raise it together

Decades later, when he thinks about the present again, he will definitely remember this guy's appearance.

After all, the red lips and white teeth are really pretty.

"Have you seen enough?" The face with red lips and white teeth moved suddenly, and Zhang Cheng suddenly woke up, "Huh?"

After realizing what the other party meant, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but feel hot.

This seems to be the first time that Bai Wuyang has spoken on his own initiative, but no matter what he hears, Zhang Cheng is so embarrassed to death: "Tch, I'm in a daze, and I'm not looking at you!"

Dead ducks have tough mouths.

Bai Wuyang obviously didn't have any intention to expose him, he sat lazily on the sofa and looked out the window.

"Dead personality!" Zhang Cheng muttered softly.

If he could be half as cheerful as Jiang Yibin, he would definitely be much more pleasing than he is now.

The scene of Bai Wuyang rubbing Pi Xiaodan's ears with a wicked smile appeared unconsciously in Zhang Cheng's mind, and he quickly shook his head vigorously to expel that image from his mind.

Well, it seems that such a quiet look is much more pleasing to the eye.

The author has something to say: It was raining this morning, neither brother nor sister-in-law went to work, I thought it would be even worse today, but now it is sunny...

I originally wanted to save tomorrow's draft today, but my friend told me to come to me, so I don't know if I can make it better tomorrow!

But I will try my best...

The weekend passed like this, so sad~~~~(>_<)~~~~

Call for comments and favorites, Dasu wants to come to the natural list!thank you all!

14. The Soul of the Palm ([-])

14. Soul in the palm of your hand ([-])...

Waiting on Yan Lingshi's little friend to pretend to be full of food, Zhang Cheng followed Bai Wuyang to the place where he lived.

Contrary to Zhang Cheng's expectations, Bai Wuyang's house is really nice, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen and two bathrooms, well-decorated, it's a bit wasteful to live alone.

It's just that there is no telephone installed in such a big house, but the TV is so big that it takes up an entire wall.

I really don't know how he usually communicates with others, does he rely on ideas?

Zhang Cheng thought about it secretly, but he didn't pay much attention to it.Anyway, the two of them have not been in contact a few times, and the inconvenience is only these few days, it's not a big deal.

"Uncle, when are you coming to pick me up?" Yan Lingshi blinked his big eyes and looked at him aggrievedly. Whenever he encountered such an offensive from him, Zhang Cheng always had the urge to surrender immediately.

For the poor little child, he really has no resistance at all.

"I'll look for a house when I don't have classes tomorrow, and I'll play with you for a while during dinner." Zhang Cheng stroked his pigtails, "If I can find a house, I'll take you in the day after tomorrow."

"Yeah." Yan Lingshi seemed to be holding back his tears, and with red eyes he stole a glance at Bai Wuyang who was watching TV aside, his small mouth was flattened, making it even more distressing.

"Good boy." Yan Lingshi was finally settled. Zhang Cheng, who had been busy all day, was already showing some backaches. Of course, the reticent Bai Wuyang couldn't suddenly be merciful and let him rest, while thinking wildly. After two days, Zhang Cheng also had the feeling that "the two are not that familiar". Naturally, he was too embarrassed to do things like staying and resting on his own initiative.

"There is still self-study in the class at night, so I'll go back first." Zhang Cheng explained awkwardly before leaving, but Bai Wuyang didn't raise his head, and responded lightly, and then put his energy into the TV show again .

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but slandered him a few more times, and then walked out of his house angrily.

The teacher Liu Jian who lived in the same apartment had already returned, and greeted him with a smile when he came in.Zhang Cheng ran around all day, threw himself on the bed, didn't have time to pay attention to the self-study class assigned to him at night, and fell asleep whistlingly.

Pi Xiaodan finally ushered in the first night out of the zombie atmosphere, and he slept very comfortably on Zhang Cheng's bedside with his paws.

But on the second day, it was obvious that someone had paid the price for last night's comfort. Zhang Cheng was still lazily lying on the bed for the last two classes, and the phone message rang one after another.

Hearing the ding-ding-dong-dong sound, Zhang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously.

Opened it and looked it up, two are from Jiang Yibin, and the other is from Liu Jian, the content is similar with minor differences, and they all show the same central idea——Comrade Zhang Cheng, hurry up and pack up to be criticized, last night You were arrested by the grade director for skipping class!

Zhang Cheng's scalp tingled for a while, and he quit the text message, only to see that there were three missed calls on his phone, all of which were from the grade director last night.

He was so sound asleep that he didn't hear anything.

It really is unlucky for people to drink saliva and stuff their teeth.

Zhang Cheng beat his forehead hard, got up from the bed, tried his best to tidy up like a conscientious and loyal gardener, and generously went to the teaching building.

Before entering the office, Liu Jian, who was sitting by the window, gave him a wink quietly. Zhang Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, opened the office door and walked in.

Because the class is in progress, most of the teachers in the office have left, but there are still two or three who are writing at their desks.

The grade director who is over half a century old is sitting at Zhang Cheng's desk, staring at him with piercing eyes.

The office was so quiet that Zhang Cheng could even hear the teachers writing clearly.

Sighing from the bottom of his heart, Zhang Cheng bravely walked up to him: "Director."

The grade director folded his arms, and his reading glasses hung short on the bridge of his nose, with a look of resentment: "Zhang Cheng, why did you go last night?"

"I'm sorry, Director, I got back to school a little late yesterday and missed the self-study." Zhang Cheng, as his name suggests, apologized very sincerely.

Although everyone knows that he is pretending.

The grade director snorted coolly in his nose: "Are you still a student? You still make such an excuse for being absent from class! Needless to say, you will always come to school today, right? In the afternoon and evening you will give me until thirteen Class supervisor for self-study, by the way, finish correcting these two stacks of homework!"

"Homework?" Zhang Cheng was stunned for a moment before he caught sight of two tall stacks of exercise books on his desk.

"Hmph." The grade director snorted again and stood up from his seat.

"Director, but I..." There's still something to do... Before Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he looked at the reactionary director of the previous grade as if he was looking at an underground party, and immediately shut his mouth in a sensible way.

The grade director snorted again, and left the office proudly.

"Phew..." Zhang Cheng sighed, and slumped on his seat, looking at the two stacks of homework, wanting to cry.

However, why did he only see disasters and not blessings?

"The new boss, I sympathize with you." Liu Jian secretly gave him a wink from her seat.

The head teacher of this grade is notoriously unreliable. He stares at others for making mistakes all day long and punishes others to help him with class and homework.

Zhang Cheng gave Liu Jian the middle finger, opened his homework and looked at it, and was even more frantic.The head teacher of that grade didn't know how lazy he was. It was homework two weeks ago, and he still hasn't corrected it.

Moreover, the assignments are all classical Chinese translation, dictation of poems and other types of questions, so I have to go down and check them carefully, which is a waste of time.

It seems that today is doomed to find no way to find a house.

Zhang Cheng finished his class, had some food, and then joined the army of correcting homework.But until the end of the main class in the afternoon, not even half of the two thick piles of homework were wiped out.

What's even more exaggerated is that the grade director floated over leisurely and pushed his glasses and said: "Mr. Zhang, please give me these homework tomorrow morning, and I'm still waiting to send it down."

Damn, you're not in a hurry after two weeks, are you in a hurry now?

Of course, Comrade Zhang Cheng only dared to think about the above sentence in his heart, imagining that he could throw his eyebrows at the old man's face.

In reality——"Yes, I will." Zhang Cheng really despises his smiles all over his face.

The rest of the time was taken up by the self-study class again, and when the self-study get out of class ended in the evening, Zhang Cheng still had half a pile of homework that he hadn't finished correcting.

"Do you want me to stay and help you?" Liu Jian asked before leaving.

Zhang Cheng waved his hand weakly at him: "Forget it, you'd better go on a date, I won't delay you..."

Liu Jian's girlfriend is an English teacher and homeroom teacher in the third year of the school. She is so busy all day long that the two of them can only have a small meeting at night. Zhang Cheng naturally knows that he should be acquainted.

The other teachers also left work one after another, leaving him alone in the entire office.

Fortunately, the lights are bright enough, otherwise it would be a bit miserable to work overtime alone.

I don't know how long it took, but the last homework finally left the table in front of Zhang Cheng smoothly. Zhang Cheng rubbed his sore eyes and took a deep breath.

Except for this office, it was already pitch black outside, and there had been no noise from students for a long time.

Zhang Cheng looked at the watch on the wall, only to realize that it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

Why didn't the uncle who locked the door come to tell him to go downstairs?Zhang Cheng was a little strange, but he still packed up, turned off the lights and left the office door.

The office was just across from the stairs. Although it was dark, Zhang Cheng found the stairs smoothly and climbed down weakly.

Today was really exhausting, Zhang Cheng stretched his waist, and felt the bones all over his body cracking.

There seemed to be no moon outside, and the corridor was too dark. Zhang Cheng coughed loudly, but the voice-activated light did not turn on as expected.

I don't remember that the light here is broken. Zhang Cheng frowned, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to feel the darkness.