The Zombie King looked at all the information in his room.
The bookshelf is full.
But there are only bookshelves in the room.
The Zombie King couldn't remember what his study room looked like. He didn't know that there were many, many books, especially none of the research books after college.
He just felt that he had something to do now.
Rourou looked at the Zombie King's reaction and put the bottle down again.
She stared closely at the Zombie King's face. Even though she knew the zombies had no expression, she still observed the expression according to human habits.
The zombie king didn't respond. He picked up a book, swayed to the desk, and continued reading. He no longer used other zombies to testify and teach, but he still maintained his habit.
Seven or eight zombies in white coats gathered around the Zombie King reading and listening to him read.
It was quiet all around, except for the sound of his reading.
Rourou looked at the bottle she had placed on the shelf. The milk was almost reaching the bottle and was about to overflow.
Rourou left and went to the house opposite to clean up the room.
In the evening, Fuchen went home from playing. First he entered the study and saw the milk bottle on the bookshelf.
Pick up the dust and drink it yourself.
When I first entered my mouth, I felt something was wrong with the smell.
When I think about it again, it seems like it is a smell I often come into contact with.
Fu Chen didn't taste anything unusual, but he felt that the water today was not as delicious as before, and it didn't feel as refreshing as usual after drinking it.
Took two sips.
He spat out the dust and put the bottle aside.
There is something vaguely human in the air.
The zombie in white coat stood beside the big zombie, swaying, making no other movements, and was very quiet.
Fu Chen felt something was wrong. He smelled the smell and climbed onto the desk to smell the smell on the window.
Human flavor.
Fuchen jumped out and followed the smell along the house. After walking a few steps, he turned around and saw the layout of the room.
The room was neatly tidied and very clean.
At the corner of the vision, there is a crib with a little baby in it.
Rourou is not here.
Rourou... Fuchen felt angry. She puffed her face and stared at the child at the end of the defense line.
Fuchen turned around and left.
In the room, Rourou came out of the space to check on the baby. The baby was very quiet in the stroller.
There is no danger.
Rourou continued to be busy with her own things in the space.
Fuchen crawled back to his home through the window, stared at the big zombie's book, and tried to snatch it away.
After pulling it a little, my face was deformed, and it took an unexpected amount of effort.
Fuchen stared at the big zombie, "What are you doing?"
The big zombie looked straight at Fuchen, with confusion in his eyes.
He was holding the book with one hand, pointing to the content in the book with the other hand, and muttering about the content of the book.
The content was interrupted twice by Fuchen. He was not angry and just stared at her in confusion.
Fuchen was busy getting angry, holding the book in his hand and looking around, looking for something to throw away.
When his sight touched the milk bottle on the bookshelf, Fuchen let go of the book and jumped off the table.
He ran to the bookshelf neatly, picked up the bottle, climbed on the table, and went out. The whole process came and went like the wind.
The big zombie just looked at it, then lowered his head and continued reading.
Fuchen ran to the window of the next house and threw the baby at the baby with all his strength.
The bottle flipped in the air and hit the crib. Milk splashed on the baby's face, and the bottle flipped and fell into the bedding in the crib.
He didn't hit the child and walked away angrily.
in the room.
Rourou came out again to confirm the baby's safety. When she saw the baby holding a bottle and drinking milk, she didn't think much and continued busy.
Fuchen climbed out of the window again and was caught by the big zombie.
He grabbed Fuchen's hand and pushed a book over, "Homework."
"Last night?" Fuchen was confused, "Didn't you sleep last night? Ah? You were talking about sleeping on the bed..."
"Operation."
The big zombie took out "Child Psychology" and opened it to the first chapter, pointing to the line above, "You need to assign a certain amount of homework, which can be reading, writing, practicing musical instruments, etc., to cultivate children's learning ability and patience...
"
Fuchen was still confused. He pointed at himself and stared at the big zombie to confirm again, "Homework?"
The big zombie's gaze was direct and he didn't even blink.
Fuchen's eyes moved towards the notebook. It felt weird.
An experience I've never had before.
I haven't been asked to do anything by the big zombie.
I have never been exposed to such things as "homework".
Fuchen opened the notebook with confused eyes. On it were some formulas, written with answers to elementary school math Olympiad problems.
Fuchen looked at the big zombie.
The big zombie looked at Fuchen calmly.
Fuchen stared at the book and reached out to touch it hesitantly.
Being hugged by the big zombie on the seat, Fuchen started his writing career.
The first question: "A step has a one-step method, a two-step method, and now there are 13 steps. How many possibilities are there in total?"
Solution:x+2y=13.
When x=1, y=6, there are 1 1-step, 6 2-step, and 7 permutations and combinations.
When x=3, y=5, there are 3 1-steps and 5 2-steps, and there are 56 permutations and combinations.
When x=5……
Answer: 377 species.
Fuchen raised his head and stared at the big zombie, "I can't understand."
I really can't understand it.
The big zombie hugged Fuchen and began to explain, "There are only 13 steps..."
The big zombie's voice was as dry as grass, and his face was even grayer. There was an inexplicable majesty to him when he explained the engineering formula in a serious manner.
Fuchen listened unconsciously.
I completely forgot about the beating next door.
During the explanation, there was movement from the next door, "Xiaobao, Xiaobao, what's wrong with you?"
The soft screams were covered by the despairing voices of the big zombies.
Soon, there was silence and no movement next door.
The dust was broken and I studied with the big zombie for two hours.
When the two hours were up, the big zombie stopped and said to Fuchen, who was already yawning, "You need to sleep."
Fuchen didn't resist, he raised his head and yawned, and let the big zombie stretch out his arms to "princess hug" her and put her on the pink princess bed in the next bedroom to sleep. The formulas that the big zombie said were still in her mind.
As soon as my head touched the soft bed, I felt sleepy.
The big zombie covered her with a quilt and walked out.
After a while, there was the sound of the big zombie reading again.
Accompanied by the stiff sound of reading, the floating dust sank into sleep.
The next day, Fuchen had enough sleep, woke up early in the morning, and shouted to the big zombie, "I'm out."
The big zombie suddenly appeared at the door, holding a milk bottle in his hand.
Opening the door on the opposite side, Rourou appeared at the door with a gloomy face, staring straight at Fuchen.
The emotions in his eyes were like clouds hiding frightening lightning.
Fuchen didn't know why, he stared at the bottle of milk, curled his lips, and noticed that smell again.
reject.
"Don't drink."
He stared at Rourou with evil eyes, hating this woman very much.
Just run out and play.
The big zombie didn't stop him either.
Fuchen was running on the street, and none of the zombies on the road were wandering leisurely, showing no signs of aggression.
Suddenly, at the intersection, an RV hit Fuchen.
The floating dust rolled twice on the ground, bleeding bright red blood.
Rourou got out of the car, stuffed the RV and Fuchen into the space, and then got into the space herself.
On the street, there were only zombies wandering leisurely and a pool of blood.
