Doomsday Leader Reborn As A High School Girl

With the complete drawings of YC-2130, Su Junxin has reduced the difficulty of constructing the safe zone by more than half.

After revising the blueprint all night, it was bright outside when I raised my eyes.

Her brain has long been accustomed to the state of sleepless days and nights in the last days, but the body has not had time to adapt. Even after the third class in the morning, her strong willpower still failed to overcome the attack of sleepiness.

The sound of the fan above the classroom became the best hypnotic sound. Her head was clicked dozens of times like a chicken pecking at the rice, and finally she closed her eyes in compromise.

suddenly.

"Su Junxin, please come and read the third paragraph aloud."

People are always the most sensitive to their own names. When they heard these words, Su Junxin reflexively opened her eyes and looked at the podium.

Jiang Ruyi raised his eyes to look at her, with a small smile on his face, and repeated: "Please read the third paragraph of the textbook."

Su Junxin calmed down, glanced quickly at Qin You's desktop while lowering her eyes.

He made a page-turning action, tapping his fingertips at the beginning of the third paragraph of a text.

She knew it, and when she picked up the textbook, she flipped to the back and cleared her throat.

Everyone else in the classroom had more or less amused expressions, and a few murmurs came from underneath.

But when she spoke, everyone was so surprised that they stopped talking.

The fluent English pronunciation of Biaozui, every pause and accent is just right, coupled with her own cool tone, listening can even be called a kind of enjoyment.

After reading the last sentence, Su Junxin put down the textbook and looked at the podium.

Jiang Rushi's face showed an expression as if he had discovered an unexpected treasure, and he took the lead in applauding.

"Unexpectedly, there is such a hidden master in our class. It really surprises me." She smiled and looked at everyone, "What's the matter, are you all fascinated? Isn't the performance of Student Su worthy of everyone's attention? Applause?"

Everyone reacted after hearing the words, and thunderous applause soon sounded in the classroom.

Su Junxin said thank you indifferently.

Before sitting down, she subconsciously glanced to the left.

Seeing Qin You staring at him again, the smile just raised at the corner of his mouth quickly disappeared.

"What are you doing?"

Qin You didn't care about her indifferent attitude towards herself, and leaned in curiously.

"Where did you learn your English accent? It's amazing!"

Su Junxin paused when she wrote the notes, and then answered, "Private education."

He suddenly realized, and smiled and praised: "It's really good, it feels like listening to a foreign speech."

She pulled her lips lightly, but did not respond.

The person who taught her English was not a private teacher, but an old British professor who had walked with her in the last days.

The old professor's name is Joe Hugh, the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature, and he is very famous.

When the end of the world came, he happened to have friendly exchanges in China, and was accidentally rescued by Su Junxin. The two have been wandering together in the last days for more than two years, and Su Junxin learned oral English from him.

Only later, on the way to search for food, the elderly Joe Hugh was scratched and infected by a zombie because of inconvenience in his legs and feet. Su Junxin had to pull the trigger on his head by himself.

It was not the first time she killed a living kind, but she was entangled with terrifying nightmares every night for nearly a year.

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Withdrawing her mind from the memories, Su Junxin's expression became more and more exhausted.

The bell rang after class, and she planned to go out to wash her face sober, but was stopped by Jiang Ru.

"Su Junxin, can you come with me?"

Entering the teacher's office behind her, Su Junxin sat down in a chair.

"Teacher, is there anything wrong with you looking for me?"

Jiang Ru nodded, "Do you know that our school will hold an all-English host contest?"

Su Junxin thought for a while, a little impressed, "Well, I know."

"Your reading today surprised me. I also saw your English grades in the first year of high school. The foundation is very solid and the composition is very good." She raised her hand and pushed her glasses, "So I want to recommend you to participate in the host Contest."

Then he took out a stack of documents from the drawer, took out the leaflet of the English host contest and handed it to her.

"Your English accent is very contagious. It looks very special in other people's American pronunciation. This is your biggest advantage. I believe that as long as you perform at a normal level, you are certain to win prizes... Of course, this competition is Students participate voluntarily, and if you don’t want to, I won’t force it."

Su Junxin quickly browsed the content on the leaflet and made a decision in her heart.

What she is most worried about now is the construction of a safe area, while also taking care of her studies. Time is not enough. There are three rounds of selection in this host contest. Just preparing and practicing will take up a lot of her spare time.

For her now, there is really no benefit.

She raised her eyes to look at Jiang Ruye, "Sorry, I—"

After speaking, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the top sheet of the stack of folders—the National National Taiwan University's application form for eligibility.

The middle few lines are about the bold fonts that meet the eligibility requirements for transportation. One of them instantly caught her eye: [Provincial key high school students who won foreign language awards].

Experiment 1 is the provincial key, and the host competition is also a large-scale competition held by the school, and it happens to be a foreign language!

If she can get the qualification to be sent, it means that she will have more time to build a safe zone for at least two years later!

Su Junxin's eyes lit up, and the conversation turned: "I am willing to participate!"

Jiang Rushi smiled comfortedly when he heard the words.

"Okay, then you go ahead and prepare, come to me anytime if you have any questions."

After coming out of the office, Su Junxin's footsteps were much lighter than before.

While thinking about the host contest, she walked across the corner of the corridor.

A thin boy squatted behind the corner.

He picked up the scattered workbooks in a panic and hugged them in his arms. As soon as he got up, he saw Su Junxin walking towards him, shrinking his neck subconsciously and dropping his eyes dodging.

Su Junxin glanced at it, catching a slipping exercise book quickly, and placed it on top.

Without saying anything, he passed him by.

Her walking brought a breeze wrapped in cold fragrance, and she caught Li Weize's nose unexpectedly.

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes rounded in astonishment, and turned to look at Su Junxin—

Her back gradually overlapped with the figure that had gone away under the street light last night.