Many children, many blessings: Helping classmates' mothers survive the apocalypse

There was no deliberate flattery, nor any condescending charity.

The everyday warmth and tranquility of these ordinary days seem utterly unreal in the zombie-infested world outside.

Su Qing was drinking her porridge when she secretly glanced at Lin Feng.

The warm yellow light shone on his profile, highlighting his features.

Last night, this same man suppressed his primal urges and refrained from making any excessive demands on her.

Even if she takes the initiative to lower her head and cater to him...

Thinking of this, Su Qing's legs suddenly went weak.

Yet, a sense of inexplicable peace welled up within me.

[Ding! Target Su Qing's approval rating has changed.]

Current approval rating: 30% (budding positive feelings).

Lin Feng didn't stop eating; he continued eating the fried egg on his plate.

After breakfast, Lin Feng took Su Qing to take inventory of the supplies in the warehouse.

Su Xiaoxiao had not fully recovered and stayed on the sofa in the living room to rest.

I had just neatly stacked several cases of bottled water when a loud crash suddenly came from outside the window.

The sound of shattering glass was particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the apocalypse.

Immediately following was a scream that had gone off-key.

The sound wasn't coming from inside the building; it was coming from the opposite building.

Lin Feng threw down the notebook in his hand and strode to the French windows in the living room.

Outside the bulletproof glass, on the middle floor of Building 7 across the street, several windows had their glass completely shattered.

"What's wrong?"

Su Qing followed them out, her face pale, and she put her hand on Lin Feng's arm.

Lin Feng did not answer.

He went directly to the monitoring console in the entryway and pulled up the footage from the high-definition camera installed on the outside of the balcony.

The camera is pointed at Building 7.

Zoom in on the image.

On the open corridor of the seventh floor of Building 7, a woman was stumbling and running toward the fire escape.

She was wearing a dark red, modified cheongsam.

The fitted cut tightly hugged her mature figure.

A pair of finely crafted, thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses rested on her high, fair nose.

Her hair, which had been neatly styled, was now loose and flying wildly over her shoulders as she ran.

She lost one of her high heels and stepped barefoot onto the cement ground covered with debris.

He was limping and couldn't pick up any speed at all.

Behind her, three blood-soaked zombies scrambled out of the shattered window, growling like wild beasts, and pounced on her.

Lin Feng stared at the screen, his pupils contracting.

That piece of clothing, those glasses.

And that dignified posture that he couldn't shake even when running for his life.

He recognized him.

That was Bai Bing, his Chinese teacher at Linhai No. 1 Middle School and also his former homeroom teacher.

The moment Lin Feng recognized the other party, a familiar golden data frame popped up on his retina.

Name: Bai Bing

[Position: Chinese Language Teacher and Class Advisor at Linhai No.1 Middle School]

[Personality Tags: Dignified, Says one thing but means another, Strong sense of responsibility]

[Approval Rating: -20% (Mild Dislike; she remembers you as a troublesome, incorrigible student)]

[Family Compatibility Rating: Extremely High (Suitable as the core of family internal affairs management)]

The surveillance footage showed that Bai Bing's condition was already at its limit.

She rushed to the iron gate of the fire escape and pulled hard on the doorknob.

The door was locked from the inside.

She frantically pounded on the iron gate in despair, but to no avail.

Left with no other choice, she turned around again, leaning against the rusty metal, and watched the approaching zombies.

Her chest heaved violently, and her dark red cheongsam fluttered in the wind.

During the run, the hem of her cheongsam got caught on the pedals of an abandoned bicycle piled up in the corner of the corridor.

The zombies were less than five meters away.

Bai Bing bent down and desperately tried to tear at the piece of fabric.

Her long, slender legs were fully exposed at the slit.

"Sizzle—"

The sound of fabric being forcibly torn was not heard, but in the footage, a large piece of the hem of the cheongsam was torn off.

This action of bending down and pulling at her clothes completely exposed her position and weakness.

The first zombie leaped up suddenly, propelled by its hind legs.

He opened his jaw, which was covered in bits of flesh, and lunged at Bai Bing's slender, snow-white neck.

Su Xiaoxiao slipped on her slippers and ran to the French windows, looking at the surveillance footage.

The girl gasped, pointed at the screen, and blurted out:

"That's Teacher Bai! Mom, Teacher Bai is still alive!"

Su Qing leaned closer upon hearing the sound and saw the woman on the screen, looking disheveled and trying to dodge.

Bai Bing, the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 12 at Linhai No.1 High School.

This tough lady, who was at the level of a dean of students, once slammed Lin Feng's test paper onto the podium in front of all the parents in the class at a parent-teacher meeting last semester.

He vehemently criticized it, saying it was "too rotten to be carved."

His words were sharp and witty, making even Su Qing, who was listening in, feel embarrassed for Lin Feng.

Su Qing subconsciously turned her head to look at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng did not respond, nor did he have time to reminisce about the past.

He stared at the screen, his mind racing, calculating the cost of saving lives.

The two buildings are connected by a rooftop walkway. The straight-line distance is less than thirty meters.

The variable lies in the number of infected individuals loitering in the connecting corridors and the stairwells opposite.

After weighing the pros and cons, he picked up the alloy baseball bat from the entryway.

Seeing this, Su Qing spread her arms to block the security door.

Her chest heaved violently, stretching her loose gray T-shirt into an exaggerated arc, and her voice trembled:

"You're going out? It's too dangerous outside!"

Having just experienced the security of the safe house, Su Qing was terrified that this refuge would be destroyed because of Lin Feng's impulsiveness.

Lin Feng's gaze passed over her and landed on the thick, solid steel door lock.

"Aunt Su, step back. Lock the door. No matter who knocks, even if the sky falls, don't open it unless it's my voice."

Su Xiaoxiao bit her lower lip and timidly interjected:

"Lin Feng, Teacher Bai... she used to punish you by making you stand in the hallway every day, and she was so mean to you, why did you still save her?"

Lin Feng pressed the doorknob without turning his head.

"She was just a bit harsh with her words, but she was just doing her job as a teacher. I don't hate her. Besides, in the end times, the living are more valuable than the dead."

Of course, another very important reason is that Teacher Bai Bing has gained high recognition from the Apocalypse Shelter Family System.

Even if he truly hated this woman, he would still take action.

Grudges can be settled, and misunderstandings can be bridged.

But when a person dies, they are truly gone.

As Lin Feng finished speaking, the sturdy steel security door was tightly fastened behind him.

The two women's astonishment was kept confined within the greenhouse.

The stairwell was filled with a nauseating stench.

Lin Feng climbed up the stairs from the sixteenth floor to the rooftop.

With triple the physical strength, his leg muscles were full of explosive power, allowing him to leap four or five steps in one stride.

Around the corner, an infected person dressed in a food delivery worker's uniform was lying on the ground gnawing on severed limbs.

Hearing the noise, the monster swayed as it stood up.

Lin Feng didn't even need to slow down.

The alloy baseball bat swept out with a powerful gust of wind the instant they collided head-on.

The sound of a blunt object shattering a skull echoed between the cramped concrete walls.