Luo Qingxin wanted to get up, and couldn't help but "hiss", Jiang Zhexi hurriedly stepped forward to help, and waited carefully.

It was Luo Qingxin who took the initiative last night, and she also knocked people down, but then he did

Zombies are like a never-tireless perpetual motion machine, once you taste a little sweetness, it is endless plunder.

Luo Qing regretted it, and in the future, he would still chat purely under the quilt

Jiang Zhexi didn't know what Luo Qing was thinking, otherwise he would definitely tell her three words: impossible!

After procrastinating all morning, when it was close to lunch, Luo Qingxin was helped downstairs by Jiang Zhexi.

Luo Qing Xinyuan didn't want to be supported by Jiang Zhexi so excitedly, especially in front of this group of children. But I really can't help it, my legs are weak!

Lunch is roasted corn and a large pot of sweet potato fruit sweet soup.

Luo Qingxin filled her own weight, and sat in the corner with Jiang Zhexi, he bit the crystal nucleus crunchyly in his mouth, and she munched on the corn cob, looking like a good match.

After dinner, Jiang Zhexi accompanied Luo Qingxin to inspect the territory, and walked around the small western-style building, but found that the outermost layer of defense, those originally short thorns, had become as tall as four or five years old fruit trees!

"What is this secretly eating?" Luo Qingxin muttered, turning around these thorns to find the reason. Finally found a lot of white dead skin hanging down on the spines at their base, "This seems a bit like a caterpillar?" ”

Luo Qingxin turned around and asked Jiang Zhexi for his suggestion, and he also nodded, "It should be, it is!" ”

A gust of wind blew, and the soft white strips hanging on the thorns were blown away, turned into powder, and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Qingxin looked at the height of the thorns again, he was a head taller than Jiang Zhexi, how many insects did he have to eat to grow so strong?

However, depending on the situation, there should be nothing to worry about, so Jiang Zhexi and Luo Qingxin didn't pay attention to it.

In the afternoon, after running around for so long, and now it is finally easy to settle down, Luo Qingxin looked at the children who were sitting idle, and took the initiative to ask what Principal Zhang usually took them to do before.

Xiaoshan, as an older child, is more like the class leader of this group of people, standing up straight, and the appearance of a little adult replied: "In the past, whenever we were free, Teacher Zhang would teach us to write!" ”

"Write!" Luo Qingxin's eyes lit up, this is good, she can also try the feeling of being a teacher again!

Luo Qingxin immediately went to prepare for the lesson in a hurry, and wrote several large pages of lesson plans in a hurry. Jiang Zhexi also looked for available materials and erected a blackboard made of wood.

Just before the sun was setting west, the last days class finally began!

Luo Qingxin found a pair of large glasses without lenses on the bridge of his nose out of nowhere, and pretended to be forced to raise his hand to help him, knocking on the small blackboard, just wanted to say that everyone was paying attention, but he found that the children's original expressions were extremely focused. Cough lightly, "Okay, let's start class now!" ”

Jiang Zhexi also sat in the children's pile, looking at Luo Qingxin on the podium with a smile, and cheered her on, just

"Teacher, the windy wind is a post-nasal sound!"

"Teacher, we have already learned Yongge, and it is an anthurium to pluck a clear wave, not an anthurium to pluck a clear wave!"

"Teacher"

Luo Qingxin blushed, is she a mistaken child?

was full of enthusiasm, all extinguished by his own shortcomings, and finally got to the recess, Luo Qingxin sat on the steps, as if he was as tired as killing a hundred zombies! Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Queen's Cultivation Manual

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