"What time is it now?"

Sitting in the staircase classroom of Fenghua High School’s teaching building No. 1, there is no electricity, and there is naturally no air conditioning. Without air conditioning, the scorching sunlight outside turns into the high temperature that explodes indoors. There is no wind, and just sitting still, you are already sweating profusely.

The half-day stay in Fenghua High School made Gao Yang feel extremely difficult.

At this time, Gao Yang followed the students to receive the survival skills teaching of two special forces members in the staircase classroom. Just looking at the combat uniforms they wore on them, he felt uncomfortable. He didn't like these soldiers. He didn't like them before, but he still didn't like them now.

Of course, what is even more uncomfortable is that his clothes have not been changed. There is some residual bloody smell from unknown people, and there is more dry and wet, wet and dry sweat, and even a smell of rotten smell. It is definitely an unimaginable thing for Gao Yang, who once took a bath three times a day.

Not only him, but also the teachers, students and special forces members in this step classroom all taste this way. If you ask him what is more unbearable than the heat, it must be these unpleasant smells. Now, for him, everyone in this classroom, whether adult men or those little girls in high school, is smelly, and his only wish is to stay away from them as soon as possible.

However, the manager here, the 65-year-old principal Wen Liangqian, does not allow anyone to leave the team without permission. The reason is very simple, just for safety. Therefore, even if Gao Yang can ignore Principal Wen's request, he does not want to take risks with his own safety.

The only thing that made Gao Yang's irritability relieved was that Ye Xiang returned to him with a plaster bandage. Gao Yang only asked him once a few minutes ago, and now he asked again. For him, he really felt like he was living like a year. No, spending minutes like a year.

Ye Xiang smiled bitterly, looked at his watch, and said, "1:15 noon." He paused, and then smiled and said, "A Yang, it will pass soon. At least we are all safe, right?"

"No." Gao Yang said coldly: "I'm afraid it's different from what you think."

No one knows the temper of the celebrity signed by his own name better than Ye Xiang, so he not only did not get angry, but instead comforted Gao Yang and said, "Don't worry, A Yang, we can leave here soon. I told the chief of the supervisor here that he may not care about me, but he cannot ignore the person who admires you the most."

Gao Yang glanced at Ye Xiang, and he knew that Ye Xiang was talking about the investor of the "The Protagonist" movie. To be precise, it was the boss with billions of property and a wide range of connections.

In fact, Gao Yang himself doesn't want to act in this drama. He is admired by others and wants to make him more popular, so he has to get rid of the variety show star who can only sing and dance, and plays the protagonist of such a hard-core science fiction drama. Gao Yang is actually not grateful for this. On the contrary, he will be in such a situation now, and he feels that he will blame the boss behind the scenes.

Of course, he wouldn't say it, even in front of Ye Xiang. He just snorted slightly and said, "That would be the best."

The temperature reached the highest at noon. What made Gao Yang the most angry was that the troops stationed in this school had the ability to generate electricity, but they had no intention of supplying electricity to the teaching building, so that everyone in the classroom was sweating profusely. He just watched the middle school students learn how to use firearms and how to cooperate in groups with the two soldiers. He really couldn't see the meaning of doing these things. If the troops stationed here could not stop them, these students still had a chance to survive?

What a joke!

Finally, his eyes were on the young male teacher. The male teacher was wearing sportswear and whistling before, which made him feel very tall and sunny, but now that guy actually had a combat uniform with those soldiers, and it looked no different from them. I have to say that this is a shameful thing.

However, he knew the name of the teacher. His name was Li Jicheng, who was the physical education teacher and director of the school. The name Li Jicheng made Gao Yang feel a bit special, and it was quite consistent with his temperament, because although he was not handsome, he had a slightly melancholy and lonely expression, which made people feel that this was a person with a story. If it weren't for such a special environment, Gao Yang would even take the initiative to talk to him.

A life with a story is wonderful.

As for the fledgling female teacher and the chattering female middle school students, it was too boring.

At this time, Li Jicheng didn't know, or did not care that the big star in the eyes of the students was sitting in the corner observing him. The matter happened too suddenly. Overnight, many of his students turned into bloodthirsty and crazy monsters. He was now unable to save them, or even be sad for them. He could only focus all his energy on these living students in front of him. Although the rescue to this point was different from what he thought, he had no time to worry about what he could not control. He could only use the current resources to teach these students some skills to survive.

Inviting the members of the special forces to teach the students on-site is the result of Li Jicheng's communication with the rescue team. The combat uniform he wore was bought and modified by himself before. At this time, he was communicating with a lieutenant of the special forces and asked the special forces to distribute a set of combat uniforms to his students.

This lieutenant is the person in charge of military supplies and logistics in this special forces team.

"Sorry, Teacher Li, we don't provide too much equipment to your students, especially clothing. You say you have served in the military and you should know the equipment control regulations."

"Yes, I know. But I also know that if I am in a wartime state, there are regulations that require the use of civilians who meet the conditions to be armed as a reserve source of troops. Now, it is in a wartime state."

"I have not received a wartime mobilization order."

"Maybe it is not yet, and maybe not. However, according to my observation, after 10 a.m., the frequency of helicopters flying over this assembly point has been reduced sharply, and the rescue plan may be being adjusted. If there is no plan to transfer the trapped people back to the city, then we should consider a total dispatch and assembly and arming of the survivors on the island. I have no right or right to ask for anything, just make a request. If survivors are trained and armed, please start with my students. Do you know? If the scope of this disaster is expanded and we have unpredictable results, then these children are hopeful."

"You value these children very much, but they are just middle school students. Even if we want to arm the civilians on the island, we will choose retired soldiers like you who have served and have enough combat skills."

"Think about it, some basic equipment will not cause any burden on you, but as you said, there are very few people like me who meet the criteria."

"Well, I will ask for advice. You are older than me and you enlisted earlier than me. Maybe the advice of your veteran is very meaningful."

"Thank you then, I don't think we have much time to train."

The lieutenant saluted Li Jicheng, then turned around and left. Li Jicheng turned around and saw the students and the two soldiers who were teaching the students, stopping to look at him, and found that he had returned to his original work after looking at them. Li Jicheng smiled at them, and did not join in, but walked out of the stairs classroom and walked to the corridor outside to look at the outside world.

Outside, the sun shines brightly. This is the sunshine that midsummer should have, not much different from yesterday's noon and the day before yesterday. But Li Jicheng knew that this world was different from yesterday.

The campus in front of him was particularly quiet in the sun. The bustling days of thousands of students in class and after class were all over the messy campus. In many places, the dry blood could be clearly seen. There were many military vehicles parked in the school playground, and sufficient fortifications and firepower points were arranged according to wartime standards. Even the school walls were connected by the power grid. In the sky around the campus, there were several drones constantly hovering, and on the periphery of the school, gunfires had never been heard, but at this time, it was much more sparse.

This is a sign that makes him uneasy, which means the "zombies" on the island... This is the word used by the students. Principal Wen and the special forces members use "infected people"... They are all the same, which means that these zombies (infected people) have been almost wiped out, or, in turn, the losses of the military and police and special forces members on the island have been unimaginable.

Experience tells him that the latter is more likely because if it is the former, the school’s alert state will be lifted immediately, but at least it is time to proceed with the next step of the disposal plan.

So, he must plan the worst.

If he was alone, many problems were not problems, but the problem now is that there are 40 students and colleagues of their own in the future. They are so lucky that they are not infected in the first wave of disasters, so they should continue to live.

"teacher!"

Li Jicheng turned around and saw a row of students standing behind him, all of whom were girls, including his female colleague Chai Jun. Although he was a colleague, in Li Jicheng's eyes, this little girl who had just graduated from college was no different from the female high school students next to him.

Moreover, looking at their expressions, Li Jicheng already knew what they wanted to say, so he didn't give them a chance to speak, and said firmly: "No."

"We just want to get a change of clothes." Someone muttered in a low voice.

Then someone said: "Isn't the school cleaned up, it's very safe."

"Yes, we'll be back soon."

"We just take clothes and don't stay in the dormitory. We just take a shower and wash in the public bathroom of the teaching building! We are smelly now. If we don't change clothes, we will still get sick."

"No, there is no place that is absolutely safe, especially in the dormitory area, where there are dead corners and sewers are also hidden dangers. Overcome it."
Chapter completed!