After the Doomsday Rebirth, My Whole Family is Big Brother

Chapter 218, the role of math problems

Chapter 218, The role of math problems

The zombie man in a suit walked stiffly, holding a pink cosmetic bag, and wearing a howling makeup, he walked out of the living room step by step.

Looking at the back of the zombie man in a suit, Zhang Yiming fell into deep thought.

When I have time, I still want to popularize the aesthetics with the zombies.

Zombies like the man in the suit have a strong ability to imitate. It has a weak self-awareness and likes to imitate others too much.

Think about my zombie brothers all wearing yin and yang makeup and following behind me.

Too two!

He's not Leng Yebai, he doesn't need this kind of bastard.

Fan Tangtang glanced at the zombie in a suit who had just come out, and blinked obediently, not daring to say it was not good-looking.

Afraid that Aunt Wang would also put on makeup for herself.

Fan Tangtang whispered in the old zombie's ear, "Grandpa, don't stand here, hurry back!"

Saved a while to be caught and put on makeup.

He runs fast by himself, so there is no need to worry.

Grandpa's legs and feet are stiff, if he is really pulled to put on makeup, he probably won't be able to run away.

"Grandpa~Grandpa~"

The old zombie uttered two syllables from its throat, and it took it as a response to Fan Tangtang, and stood there motionless.

Its grandson is here, and it cannot go anywhere else.

"Fan Tangtang, go back and write the math problems!"

Fan Liping got a headache when he heard the word 'grandfather'.

Before the golden basin washed his hands back then, Mr. Fan was also a character, a well-known local snake, and when others saw him, he had to call him big brother.

Now when he sees someone else, he wants to call—Grandpa.

What a gap!

I hope that his zombie father will not beat Fan Tangtang to death after he becomes more thoughtful.

"oh."

Fan Tangtang responded, reluctantly turned his head and blinked at Bai Xizhu, and dragged the old zombie away.

I hope that when the little brother's sister hits big brother Zhang, the movement will be a little louder.

At that time, he can come and watch.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like for the savage Brother Zhang to be beaten.

But when he thinks of Brother Zhang being beaten, Fan Tangtang can laugh out loud.

"A math problem?" Bai Xizhu stared at Fan Tangtang's back in a daze.

Zombies, do math problems?

What is this operation?

Are you taking the college entrance examination?

"Thinking more will help the zombies absorb crystal nuclei, become smarter, and level up faster." Zhang Yiming explained.

He has seen all kinds of zombies, each with different characteristics.

Most zombies can increase their level by devouring flesh and blood.

But there are only so many survivors, and it is impossible for all the zombies to evolve.

There are also a small number of zombies that already have weak consciousness and can evolve by absorbing crystal nuclei.

This is only a small part of a small part, they absorb the crystal nucleus unintentionally, until the consciousness becomes clearer and the evolution is faster and faster.

And those like him and Fan Tangtang, whose consciousness is fully awakened, only need to keep training their brains and absorbing crystal nuclei, and their level can be improved faster.

Whether it is a human, a zombie, or a mutant animal, all changes have taken place in the brain.

Exercising the brain can activate the hypothalamus, and when absorbing crystal nuclei, it can effectively take the supernatural powers into its own.

"I see."

Bai Xizhu was slightly in a trance.

When she was locked up in the research institute, in addition to being injected with various drugs, she was sometimes made to watch some movies and TV shows.

Those movies and TV shows are all about the end of the world, and these images stimulate her brain.

Make sure she doesn't become sluggish and her brain stop thinking while she's locked in the lab.

"It's getting late, why don't you stay and have a meal?"

Zhang Yiming glanced out of the window, the sun had already reached the middle of the window.

Before we knew it, we had been chatting for so long.

This farewell, I don't know what the next meeting will be.

Even if the Bai family accepts the fact that he is a zombie, there are not a few people in this world who do not agree with a thinking zombie like him.

Maybe, the next time we meet.

There will be two camps.

Zhang Yiming's eyes dimmed for a moment, then returned to normal.

For him, there is no camp or no camp.

What he wants is to become a human being like Xiao Zhu.

He collected so many zombie boys just to see the end of zombie evolution.

"good!"

Bai Anhai glanced out the window, and quickly responded.

It is more than March, and the weather is much hotter.

In March of Yangchun, the spring breeze was blowing, but the sun at noon was scorching hot.

The bus stops far away, and I don't bother to walk back to cook.

It's his turn to cook today, and he wants to be lazy.

Since Zhang Yiming said to keep people for dinner, Fan Liping and his wife naturally walked towards the kitchen.

Zhang Yiming usually does not eat, the kitchen is only used by the couple, and there are a lot of dishes in it.

Every time Zhang Yiming came back from outside, he would bring some human food.

Sometimes, he would stare at these things in a daze.

Fan Liping and his wife thought, maybe he wants to go back to the time when he was a human being!

Fan Tangtang is still young, he has a vague understanding of his own identity, but he doesn't feel that there is any difference between now and before.

It's just that what you eat has changed.

And Zhang Yiming is a vigorous college student, who should have enjoyed all kinds of happiness brought to him by his youth, but turned into a zombie.

What he endured was more and heavier than Fan Tangtang's.

In addition to Zhang Yiming's gentle and sunny appearance in front of the Bai family, in fact, when he is alone, he will find that he rarely smiles.

It was clearly a gentle face, but it was cold to the bone.

Maybe only in the presence of someone, or someone related to her, does he have a smile on his face.

"Go and help cook!"

Wang Yiyun ran to the kitchen and pulled Hu Meiling out, then pushed Bai Anhai into the kitchen.

If a man doesn't cook, what do you want him to do?

Bai Zhengxuan, Bai Yifan and Leng Yebai were more self-conscious, and they lined up towards the kitchen.

The whole village was quiet, filled with a strong smell of decay.

Only the house in the middle is filled with human fireworks.

Apart from Zhang Yiming, only Bai Xizhu, Wang Yiyun, Liu Jing, and Hu Meiling were left in the living room.

Zhang Yiming sat quietly on the sofa, with a gentle face, his whole person was soft to the bone.

If he didn't see the disgust or fear in her eyes, then he wouldn't be afraid of anything.

This is the only warmth this cold world gives him.

"What did you become...?" Bai Xizhu looked at Zhang Yiming, her dark eyes blinking.

"A few days before the end of the world, I got brain cancer. I died and came back to life, and then I became like this." Zhang Yiming said softly.

He thought that he would never tell the past in his life, it was an untouchable wound.

But after discovering that Xiaozhu didn't hate his filthy self, he began to feel that it wasn't a wound.

is lucky.

If he hadn't turned into a zombie, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to wake up again, and would turn into mud on the ground, unable to see the end of the world, and unable to see her.

He actually began to feel a little lucky.

Fortunately, he turned into a thinking zombie.

"Feel sorry."

Bai Xizhu smiled embarrassedly at Zhang Yiming.

Accidentally exposed other people's scars.

"It doesn't matter."

The corners of Zhang Yiming's mouth curled up slightly.

After speaking, he felt less depressed.

It's like something I have hidden for a long time, thinking it is a shame, and I don't want to appear in front of others.

Now that he was suddenly seen by others, he suddenly realized that it was not a shame.

What a relief.

That's great, I don't have to worry too much about hiding it.