"Didn't the book say that zombie eyes are useless decorations?" Su Yu asked.
"Indeed," Xu Tutu looked at Chou Chou and said, "Judging from Chou Chou's various performances, zombies with complete eyeball functions should have vision."
He opened the door of the monitoring room with his screen and continued: "But I haven't found any supporting data from other zombies. None of the zombies in the entire base, except Chou Chou, have this phenomenon."
"Maybe you are right." Su Yu suddenly thought of the beautiful sunset in his mind.
That seemed to be what she saw when she was a zombie and climbed to the top of the building after eating and drinking.
Xu Tutu sighed: "But I don't have a lot of data, so I can't write a paper. When new zombies come into the base, I'll pick another one."
"Can't we go outside Central City to trap?"
"That's very troublesome. You have to submit an application and have a research team of at least five people. The cost is also very high. There is only one chance to follow the academy's special train every year."
The two of them put on aprons and rubber gloves as they talked. Yesterday's iron buckets and iron basins had been washed clean by Xu Tutu. Su Yu piled the beef in the box piece by piece into Chou Chou's food basin.
The feeding process went very smoothly, and by the time everything was done, it was already 7 o'clock in the morning.
Su Yu and Xu Tutu said goodbye and went to class. Compared to Su Yu, Xu Tutu's classes in the third grade were much less and he had a lot of time for himself every day.
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When the zombie clinical medicine teacher walked into the classroom, the students were silent for a moment, and they all unconsciously raised their heads to look at him.
Before class, everyone's discussion focused on the teacher named Cheng Jiarui. There are not many people with the surname Cheng in the college, so he can be regarded as inheriting the ancestral legacy. It is said that his great-great-great-grandfather was one of the founders of the college, the famous Cheng Song.
"I heard from my seniors that Teacher Cheng is super strict and countless people failed their classes at the end of the semester." The class news channel spread this frightening news everywhere.
Listening to this description, Su Yu thought of the old-fashioned Yu Xuexue, thinking that he was probably a middle-aged uncle with an eccentric temper. The reason for his poor reputation was not only his character flaws but also his ugly appearance, otherwise his reputation would not be so bad.
But when Cheng Jiarui walked into the classroom, this stereotype was instantly broken.
Unexpectedly, he was a gentle young man with a pair of silver square-rimmed glasses on his high bridge of nose. When the white shirt was buttoned tightly to the last button, it suddenly fell apart lazily, revealing his fair and slender neck. And sexy Adam's apple.
"Students, I am Cheng Jiarui, our zombie clinical medicine teacher for this school year." He walked to the podium and stood still, speaking out word by word, his tone was so gentle that it made people uncomfortable.
"Little Su Su, I heard that this teacher is the deputy leader of Xin Ai's research team and is very good at scientific research." Hao Tian whispered gossip to Su Yu.
When it came to Xin Ai, Su Yu was instantly pleased with Cheng Jiarui.
"The clinical medicine specialty of zombies is dedicated to curing infected people and inhibiting the spread of infection." Cheng Jiarui did not lower his head to look at the screen of his hand, nor did he throw the lecture notes on the screen. He just raised his head and spoke as if telling a story.
"I personally think that the most important method for zombies is not to kill and destroy them, but to cure them. Everyone is likely to be infected. If the killing continues endlessly, it will be the demise of the entire human race."
"Although zombie clinical medicine is not as effective as zombie military medicine, it is more direct and faster, but it is the real hope for saving our entire world. As you all know, we have achieved certain results so far, and the clinical effects of infection inhibitors have also been achieved. It has been proven that this must be a path with a future. I hope you will be interested in this course and be able to be the person who truly blocks the gate to hell one day in the future."
He finished this series of opening sentences in one breath, and the students all listened with excitement. But then, he changed the topic and said: "I will be stricter in the assessment of this course, so everyone should be mentally prepared."
His tone was still gentle and elegant, but it instantly cooled the students' boiling blood.
Su Yu opened the handwriting screen and looked up at Cheng Jiarui, but suddenly met his gaze.
Those long and narrow red phoenix eyes stayed on Su Yu's body for a long time, and their eyes were not only inquisitive but also had some indistinguishable meaning. Su Yu felt as if a poisonous snake was swimming around her body, and the cold and gloomy feeling suddenly sent a chill all over her body.
She quickly lowered her head, and the chill didn't go away until Cheng Jiarui's lecture sounded again.
Su Yu tentatively looked up and found that Cheng Jiarui had stopped looking and was looking at the handwriting screen to give a lecture.
"Su Yu, this descendant of Cheng Song is different from what I imagined." Hao Tian whispered.
Su Yu nodded in agreement.
Cheng Song is a savior-like existence in Hao Tian's mind. Although the views Cheng Jiarui just said are exactly the same as those of his ancestors, there is no trace of compassion in him, which makes people a little scared.
The atmosphere of the whole class was like falling into an ice cave. Hao Tian flipped the screen over and over again, not thinking about the textbook at all. Su Yu always lowered his head, fearing that Cheng Jiarui's eyes would glance at him again.
"Look, look, I actually found such a post." Hao Tian suppressed her excitement and brought her screen over to show Su Yu.
The title of the post was so eye-catching that Su Yu saw the words at a glance: "Memorial Events of Romantic Confessions of the Fourth-Year Clinical Medical Center."
"What is this?" Su Yu was confused. She paid attention to the time of posting and found that it was actually the year 233 of the New Calendar.
"Can you find such a long-standing post?" Su Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at Hao Tian.
Hao Tian leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Guess how I found it? I searched for the keyword 'Cheng Jiarui'."
Su Yu's eyes widened. She pulled Hao Tian's screen over and clicked on the ancient post.
The post was published in the form of a live picture. First, the square in front of the clinical medical research center was covered with light blue flowers, and then various scenes were arranged.
Su Yu didn't see the hero of the post until the seventh picture - a man wearing a black suit and holding a blue enchantress.
Su Yu raised his head, and the profile of the young man in the picture perfectly overlapped with that of Cheng Jiarui, who was giving a lecture in front of him.
"It's Teacher Cheng? Who is he confessing to?" Su Yu turned to look at Hao Tian.
Hao Tian nodded and motioned for her to look down.
Su Yu went directly to the last picture.
In the picture, a girl with short hair took the bouquet of blue flowers, and Cheng Jiarui held her hand.
The girl's profile is very delicate, her big eyes are looking at the flowers in her hand, her small chin is slightly chin, showing a faint smile.
"Is it done?" Su Yu asked.
"It seems so." Hao Tian frowned, but look at the comments below.
Su Yu then patiently scrolled down a few more times, and a name appeared on the page many times.
"Xin Ai?!" Su Yu opened his mouth, "It's actually Xin Ai?"
Hao Tian said nothing, silently withdrew his hand, and kicked Su Yu under the table.
Only then did Su Yu feel that a sudden shadow blocked the light shining on the table, and it had stayed above his head for a long time...
