Soon, there was news.
Wang Kai: "Brother Hang, is soone getting married? Could it be Brother Lin getting married... Hmm, doesn’t seem right, I haven’t seen Brother Lin getting close to anyone lately."
Gu Hang didn’t tell Wang Kai about this matter. He and Lin Fan had agreed to announce the good news when there were more people; that’s when it’s most joyful.
Gu Hang: "Why do you have so much nonsense? Just do the setup, and you’ll find out when the ti cos."
Wang Kai: "Hehe, I’m just curious to ask."
Gu Hang: "Quickly coordinate with Guan Hao and find people to set up."
Wang Kai: "Got it."
End of information.
Gu Hang thought of the good news from Lin Fan and couldn’t help but pump his fist. Damn, it was so exhilarating. Looking back at the arrival of the apocalypse, that scene was truly despairing.
Vicious, ferocious zombies, frantically biting at the sight of living humans.
The unimaginable nature of the survivors made him even more hopeless.
Now hearing that the apocalypse has ended, Gu Hang feels everything has passed so quickly. He still lives on familiar land, but the people around and society have undergone earth-shattering changes.
"A beautiful future is waiting for us; a new era of humanity has arrived."
Gu Hang clenched his fists, thinking of the beautiful future.
At this mont.
Wang Kai coordinated with Guan Hao. As for Brother Hang’s orders, they definitely had to arrange well.
"Did Brother Hang say what the reason is?" Guan Hao asked.
"He didn’t say. He told not to ask, said when the ti cos I’d naturally know. It’s so mysterious, I don’t even know what’s going on."
"Do you think it might be Brother Hang’s wedding?"
"Impossible."
"Then is it Brother Lin’s?"
"Impossible. I’ve checked clearly; it’s none of them. Don’t worry about it so much. Let’s quickly find people to work and set up the streets well. Anyway, seeing this scene, it must be a joyous occasion."
"Yeah, work, work."
Wang Kai and Guan Hao have strong action capabilities; they are the heads of the action group for basic affairs at Sunshine Shelter.
The main duty is registration and classification.
But they also part-ti in setting up scenes, arranging event venues, and so other occasional event affairs.
...
Lin Fan returned from the last city.
He had matters to deal with. Even though the cleanup was over, he knew so places might have straggling, missed zombies. So he needed to find a helper.
Zhu Cheng’s efficiency was too low, definitely not suitable.
The most efficient should be our Wang Qitian. He used to love staying at the fortress, but he wasn’t seen in my passing. A patrolling guard inford that Qitian has been actively attending classes recently.
Hearing that Qitian is seriously studying, he was gratified. He knew that studying children are all good kids.
Upon arriving at the classroom.
Wang Qitian, based on his age, was in the first grade. Even though he’s like the ’king’ species, extrely wise, learning is acquiring knowledge, and high intelligence doesn’t an understanding all knowledge.
And at Sunshine Shelter, genius is not particularly advocated.
All children advance step by step, one level at a ti. We are not hasty; there’s plenty of ti. Cultivating good temperant and solid knowledge is what’s most important.
When arriving at the school building, the sound of reading resounded in his ears.
Of course, there was also an explanation of knowledge related to zombies.
Though our country’s apocalypse has ended, since zombies appeared, there’s a need to learn. It’s not fear of ten thousand, just fear of a chance. If in one or two hundred years, when I’m no longer around, zombies appear on this land again, and everyone is unfamiliar with them, what then?
Thus, such courses still have their necessity.
Arriving at Qitian’s class, standing at the window looking inside, there were a group of little ones attending class. Don’t underestimate first graders, but these children who have experienced apocalypse are far more mature in temperant than their peers in peaceful tis, listening carefully and attentively to the teacher.
Lin Fan imdiately noticed Qitian sitting in the back row.
This child Qitian, standing at 1.8 ters tall, sat upright at the desk with his back straight and arms folded, looking quite out of place among the surrounding children.
Grown Qitian had a round face, identical to his father Wang Zixuan, with looks barely changed. If Qitian also wore a bun, he’d look almost exactly like his father.
Serious in class, with a sidelong glance, Wang Qitian saw Uncle Lin who motioned for him to co out with a wave.
Wang Qitian raised his hand to report to the teacher.
"Teacher, Uncle Lin is looking for ."
Teacher Zhou saw Lin Fan standing in the corridor, nodded, then said, "Go ahead."
"Yes, teacher."
Wang Qitian was very polite. Is this still the rebellious Qitian?
It evidently was.
It’s just that his rebelliousness has long since vanished under Lin Fan’s influence, and he feels being a good boy is quite nice.
At the end of the corridor.
"Uncle Lin, do you need sothing?" Wang Qitian politely asked.
Lin Fan smiled, "Yes, there’s sothing that requires Qitian to help out Uncle. Can you do it?"
"Of course, I promise to finish it."
Wang Qitian patted his chest, speaking with certainty.
Lin Fan took Qitian away from the city of Huang. On the road, he told Qitian that the task was to take him around various areas, letting him sense whether there were any zombies in the vicinity. Even ordinary zombies couldn’t be overlooked.
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