It was simply terrifying the more one thought about it…
Xue Qi and the others outside the door heard the commotion.
Wang Ze and the others’ expressions turned grim. Although they had long seen through the people inside Suhai Direct Experimental High School, hearing such words now still made their hearts turn cold.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The knocking on the door grew even more forceful.
Wen Qiao was about to say something, but Li Xiaodong stopped her and said in a low voice, “Big Sister, let us handle this.”
Then he shouted loudly, “I know there are people inside. I advise you to open the door now, or I’ll tear your door off!”
“If we’re going to die, then let’s all die together. I don’t believe such loud noise won’t attract zombies.”
“Anyway, I have a superpower. I can leave. Whether the others can leave or not—I don’t know.”
Xue Qi and Wen Qiao were positioned on the outermost side. Qi Hu (mental type), Wang Ze (metal type), Jun Bian (metal), and Qin Zhou (fire type) were continuously attacking the zombies.
Wen Jiuya’s superpower was nearly depleted, so Wen Qiao had pulled her behind her.
She lowered the hand she had prepared to attack with, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield as she maintained vigilance. She noticed that although Jun Bian’s attack power was on par with Wang Ze’s, his accuracy was not as good.
Something seemed off. She saw his eyes occasionally glancing backward, so she followed his line of sight.
It was that boy—what was his name… Wangyan.
This… something was going on.
No, no—this was a battle. She couldn’t be thinking about such things now.
He Wangyan noticed her gaze. After chopping off a zombie’s head, he frowned and said to Jun Bian, “Focus.”
Jun Bian withdrew his gaze and replied slowly, “Got it.”
Inside the canteen, the male teacher’s face turned ugly upon hearing their words. As the noise outside grew louder and louder, he became increasingly uneasy.
Afraid that what they said was true, he had no choice but to let a student go open the door.
He Jin and the others entered one after another.
Wen Qiao’s group came in last.
All of them received the attention of the 76 people inside the canteen.
Among them, Wen Qiao’s group of four were the cleanest—including Li Xiaodong.
Because he had been following Wen Qiao the whole time, leading the way at the front. Wen Qiao had killed most of the zombies and had deliberately avoided getting blood on herself, while he stayed slightly behind her left, occasionally finishing off the ones she missed.
“Brother!” Wang Yuhan stood up and called uncertainly. When she confirmed it really was her brother, she ran over excitedly and hugged Wang Ze.
“Brother, you finally came. I thought… wuwu X﹏X”
Wang Yuhan cried, her sobs soft and suppressed. She knew this was a special time and she couldn’t make a scene—she had only raised her voice earlier because she was too shocked.
Li Xiaodong pressed a hand on Wang Ze’s shoulder and spoke instead, “Little sister, don’t cry. You should be happy now. Besides your real brother, you now have eleven brothers who are just like real ones.”
Wang Yuhan released Wang Ze, a little embarrassed to be crying in front of so many people. Hearing Li Xiaodong’s words, she looked up at Wang Ze in confusion.
Wang Ze patted her head, then turned and called Dai Min (Little Eleven) over to explain things to her.
He chose him because Dai Min had a gentle temperament. Compared to the others—either carefree or cold—he was easier to approach, making it easier for the frightened Wang Yuhan to accept.
Dai Min led Wang Yuhan aside and quietly explained everything that had happened over the past week.
The male teacher, seeing that they had come in and stayed quiet for a while, noticed that most of them were students from his school—except for the three who looked unusually clean.
Wang Ze and his group were easy to recognize. During their three years of high school, they had constantly skipped classes, talked back to teachers, and violated school rules.
Director Li forced a smile and walked over. “Wang Ze, why have you come back? Weren’t you outside the school? How is it outside now?”
Everyone stared at him closely, waiting for the answer.
Wang Ze looked at him. It was Director Li—the same one who had always targeted them before the apocalypse, calling them scum of society and the like.
He had no interest in talking to him. He only wanted to rest.
Seeing that he remained silent, Li Xiaodong understood his meaning and had no choice but to respond himself, even as Director Li’s expression was already turning unpleasant.
To be honest, none of the brothers liked this director. He always acted arrogantly and tyrannically.
“Well, Director Li, the outside world is already completely chaotic. Obviously, we came back to take our sister Wang Yuhan with us.”
Many people in the canteen turned pale upon hearing that things outside were completely chaotic. Some timid ones even began to cry.
Among the four teachers, the only female teacher spoke with disdain, “The food in the canteen is already limited. We can’t accommodate over a dozen more people.”
The other two male teachers tried to smooth things over, speaking with forced smiles.
“We’ve already calculated it. The remaining food is only enough for the people here to last a week. At most, we can include your sister.”
“Yes, yes, this really puts us in a difficult position.”
Wen Qiao was speechless =_=.
So hypocritical. As if they cared.
She took out three office chairs she had collected on the way to find Wen Jiuya. “Xiao Jiu, sit. Rest.”
At the same time, she gave a look to Xue Qi, who was watching the show.
The two of them obediently sat down.
And continued watching.
Director Li came back to his senses. “The food here belongs to the canteen. As for you outsiders, forget it.”
Li Xiaodong smiled. In his heart: heh ^_^. On his face, nothing showed. “We don’t need your food—including Wang Yuhan.”
On the other side, the brothers discussed briefly and decided to rest in the canteen for two days.
Although none of them had suffered serious injuries, they all had minor wounds and bruises.
Mentally, they had been under constant tension—they needed rest and time to clean their wounds.
He Jin, as Team 13’s boss, spoke, “We’ll only stay here to rest for two days. All food and supplies—we’ll handle ourselves.”
“Don’t worry, we won’t use any of your things. The day after tomorrow, we’ll leave with Wang Yuhan.”
A boy stood up and asked, “Where are you going? I have a superpower—can I go with you?”
Aside from the original staff, the others in the canteen had followed three male teachers and several superpowered students, fighting their way here with makeshift weapons.
His superpower was decent, but he didn’t want to keep dragging along this group of burdens.
Seeing that Wang Ze and his group could fight their way in from outside the school, he figured they must be capable—so he wanted to join them.
He Jin replied, “Sorry, we don’t plan to take in more people. If you can keep up with us, you can head to the same place.”
He did not say where.
The meaning was clear.
They could follow—but they would not protect them.
The boy fell into thought.
From that point on, no one in the canteen spoke loudly anymore.
“Brother, I’m Yuhan’s best friend. Can you take me with you?”
A voice suddenly rang out.
It was Bai Mumu’s voice—soft and delicate, even more affected than usual.