Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Xin Li uncovered her ears and said, “It’s really a popular live action movie! Lin Xiajin, we have to watch it together! It’s free!”
The grunting sounds from the side became softer…
“…” Lin Xiajin had actually heard too many of these things.
When that group of people was in the classroom, did they have any entertainment activities? Their phones were out of battery and there was no internet.
What could happen when a bunch of men and women were gathered together?
However, at that time, Lin Xiajin’s early symptoms of pregnancy were serious and she was dizzy all day…
The more of these things she heard, the less it mattered…
“Xin Li, are you feeling unbearably lonely? That’s right, there were many men surrounding you in the past! It’s a pity that there isn’t a single man by your side now,” Wang Ping said coldly.
“Heh… My boyfriend’s figure, looks, and background can’t be lacking. Even in the apocalypse, he won’t be desperate enough to just settle for anyone.”
“Aiyo, then let’s find a zombie boyfriend. He’ll eat all your flesh!” Wang Ping seemed to have caught Xin Li’s sore spot and thought that Xin Li was jealous of her.
Thinking of this, Wang Ping couldn’t help but say, “Unfortunately, Brother Yang doesn’t like you!”
“You!” Xin Li was so angry that her face and neck turned red.
“Who does Yang Ziyi think he is? Before the apocalypse, he wasn’t even worth a glance. Does he think that he is so awesome just because he can release a fireball?” Xin Li was so angry that she spoke without thinking.
Lin Xiajin frowned. It was nighttime, and there was so much noise…
Roar roar roar roar…
At night, the zombies’ hearing, strength, and speed would increase…
Lin Xiajin grabbed the fireman’s axe beside her. Nowadays, when she slept at night, Lin Xiajin would hug her weapon ang only then would she feel safe.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Yang, Brother Yang.” Wang Ping was still arrogant just now, but then, she saw that the door was shaking very badly.
Yang Ziyi’s expression turned ugly. He picked up the wooden stick beside him with one hand and started to condense a fireball with the other.
Although Yang Ziyi wished he could trample Xin Li under his feet right now, what was more serious now was the zombies!
“Zombies, zombies are going to rush in!!!”
Xin Li watched as the door started to shake more and more. The things on the shelves were scattered all over the floor and the shelves would soon be pushed out.
“What are you waiting for? Block the door! If the zombies rush in, we’ll all be finished!” Lin Xiajin immediately rushed over and blocked the door.
Fortunately, Lin Xiajin was strong enough to stop the door from shaking.
But the window next to her also made cracking sounds…
“Window, window!” Wang Ping shouted.
“Idiot! Find something to block it now!” Lin Xiajin scolded.
By now, Wang Ping did not care that Lin Xiajin was scolding her and immediately reacted.
Yang Ziyi, Xin Li, and Wang Ping moved tables and shelves to block the windows.
However, the bigger the commotion, the more zombies there would be outside!
From the looks of it, the blockade would not work!
Lin Xiajin looked up and saw that there was a skylight here…
Lin Xiajin immediately dragged the table and stepped on it. With the strike of her axe, she shattered the glass of the skylight, and the glass shards covered the ground.
The glass shards scraped the back of Lin Xiajin’s hand, but she didn’t feel any pain.
Lin Xiajin jumped hard and grabbed the edge of the skylight.
There were glass shards left on the frame which she was grabbing with her hand. It hurt.
Lin Xiajin endured the pain and climbed up!
“Xin Li, hurry!” Lin Xiajin said.
Xin Li reacted and immediately followed, but she was pushed out of the way by Yang Ziyi.
Yang Ziyi stepped on the table and jumped a few times, but he couldn’t jump up. When his hand finally touched the frame, Yang Ziyi couldn’t work up the strength to climb up.
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