Adorable Attack: Zombie Journey in the Last Days

The plan is good, but the desire of the body cannot be controlled by the will alone.The English teacher on the podium coughed from time to time, and he didn't know whether it was to remind Moze who had fallen asleep or simply because of a sore throat.

The cold tabletop made Moze feel very comfortable. His body was alternately hot and cold. He felt cold and shivered after taking off the long-sleeved jacket, but after putting it on, he was so hot that he was sweating all over.In my mind, I can vaguely hear the English teacher talking about todosth and doingsth, which are easily confused. I want to look at the blackboard, but I can only vaguely see the shadow of the teacher on the podium.

Suffering, he rubbed against the table a few times, trying to transfer the inexplicably hot temperature to the wooden tabletop, raised his head in a daze, and fell down again within a second.Finally giving up resistance, he closed his eyes, unzipped the zipper, put his coat on his body, curled up behind the stack of tall books and fell asleep.

This sleep lasted all morning, and when Zhang Ming came to wake him up, through the classroom window, he could already see the students going to the cafeteria and outside the school.

Half of my face seemed to be numb, and I took out the small mirror under the table. I was very haggard on the mirror, and the entire right cheek was reddened. The only thing with a different color was the imprint left by the pillow on the edge of the homework book.

The scalp was numb, and the arm seemed to be not his own, hanging weakly by his side, probably related to the fact that his hands were pressed against the edge of the table when he was sleeping.He knocked his head, and raised his hand in a daze. The watch showed that it was 11:[-], and Zheng Yuxuan was also sleeping soundly on the table.

"I... I slept all morning?" Looking at the chaotic handwriting in the lower left corner of the English book in disbelief, Moze looked at the dense mathematical formulas on the blackboard, and opened his mouth in surprise: "The head teacher and the physics guy didn't call I?"

"Called." Shaking Zheng Yuxuan's chair, Zhang Ming looked at Mo Ze who seemed to know nothing with a speechless expression, pointed to the podium and said: "The head teacher called you twice, but you are always up After that, she fell down again within a minute, and the physics teacher called you two or three times, but you didn't wake up, which made her mad."

"Ah?" Still not sure what happened, he rubbed his eyes hard, then sat back on the chair, tightened his open coat, and Moze stared blankly at the projector in front of him, as if lost in thought .

Zhang Ming sat down at Zheng Yuxuan's front table, rummaged through the schoolbag he brought over, and handed over a pack of green packaged granules: "Here, Ganmaoling, both you and Zheng Yuxuan seem to have caught a cold, but you still have a severe cold. Look. Your listless look."

"Well, thank you, maybe it's a cold." Zhang Ming didn't need to say anything, Mo Ze already felt a tingling sensation in his head, not only a cold, but also a fever, and his body felt very hot.I can guarantee that if I measure my body temperature now, it will definitely go up to 38 degrees. This kind of tired feeling will only be felt when I have a fever above 38 degrees.

And Zheng Yuxuan, who hadn't woken up after being rocked by Zhang Ming just now, stretched his waist as if he had had enough sleep, sat up straight, peeled off the English test paper stuck to his face, and put on his own black frame Glasses, like Moze, leaned on the back of the chair in a daze: "Now... what class is it?"

There were only seven people in the classroom, four of them stayed behind to watch movies on the computer under the projector, and the rest were the three of Mo Ze. The only thing Zheng Yuxuan could see was the empty classroom, and he was clearly still asleep. : "Isn't today Friday? There is no gym class in the morning, where are they?"

"It's the end of the fourth period! What did you two do last night? You both have a cold and you're so sleepy, are you freezing like a thief?" Leaning against the classroom wall, Zhang Ming stretched out his hand to close the window above his head. He was strict and looked at the two confused people with distaste: "If you have a cold and open the window, you don't have to bother if you don't want to make up classes tomorrow, right? Tell me, I'll just beat you two to death, and torture yourself like this."

"You're enough! Ah! I'm so sleepy, I won't eat at noon! Go directly to the dormitory to sleep!" Anyway, there are two Swiss rolls in the bag. Although it's not the time, there are only three classes in the afternoon, and the hard work is over.

I really envy the first and second grades!Only two classes on a Friday afternoon!