Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

However, now, they have already separated themselves from the ranks of ordinary people.

We are the chosen ones of heaven!

Many members of the Fukage Force think so.

Only Lu Dahai and others seemed much calmer because they had followed Zhang Yi for a long time and were senior executives of the three major bases.

Compared to those students who have just awakened their special powers, they are more aware of how big the gap is between their current strength and those in the shelter.

They don't have the capital to be arrogant yet.

But whether it is Xiao Honglian, Xing Tian or Lu Dahai, they all long for the day when they can become Zhang Yi's right-hand man like You Jiguang, Xu Chunlei and others.

Lu Dahai raised his wrist, pulled open his sleeve, revealing a pure gold Patek Philippe watch and checked the time.

"Eight fifty, it's almost time."

Although various intelligent systems are very advanced nowadays and there is no need for old-fashioned mechanical products such as watches to tell time, Lu Dahai still has a special liking for them.

Before the apocalypse, he was a poor fisherman. He had only seen luxury goods worth millions on TV.

So now, when he has the opportunity to acquire these once unattainable luxuries, he collects them enthusiastically.

Now his room is almost full of these things. Even though these things are no longer valuable, they still make him feel satisfied.

A man with messy long hair and ordinary appearance came over.

"Brother Dahai, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the time."

Lu Dahai lowered his sleeves, feeling embarrassed to let others see his watch.

After all, he is the only one who is still playing this kind of thing.

He looked towards the classroom door and said softly, "The instructor said yesterday that we will have a cultural class today. I'm very curious about what they will teach us."

The long-haired man was called Ruan Ping. He rubbed his unshaven chin and said with a puzzled look:

"Yeah, aren't we trained to fight? What's the point of taking cultural classes?"

Xing Tian, ​​who was not far away, laughed and said, "Hey, Old Zhang is no exception these days! It's just like those companies in the past. They are so idle every day that they have to do these trivial things. They think they can unite their subordinates, but everyone is annoyed. Let's just listen to it!"

He was too lazy to listen to this kind of cultural class.

Xing Tian is ready. He will be downstairs when the time comes, using his smart device to watch the movie.

Anyway, as long as I can get through the get out of class, it's OK.

Lu Dahai shook his head.

"No, it's not that simple!"

He frowned and thought very seriously: "Mr. Zhang is a very smart man. He would not play with such formalism. Whatever he does, there must be a profound reason behind it!"

Xing Tian curled his lips, "You're really engaging in idol worship!"

Lu Dahai laughed: "Mr. Zhang is indeed my idol!"

The two were chatting when the classroom door opened.

When Baili Changqing's sturdy figure appeared at the door, all the students of Fuying immediately sat up straight, their backs as straight as telephone poles.

After a month of training, Baili Changqing was no longer as good-tempered as he was in front of Zhang Yi.

He really trained these students to death!

These people were tortured beyond recognition, but their combat capabilities were indeed rapidly improved.

Baili Changqing stood at the door and swept the classroom with a cold gaze, making every student feel uneasy.

At this time, another figure came from behind Baili Changqing.

A plain-looking man, only about 1.6 meters tall, with neatly combed hair and wearing a thick coat, walked up to the podium.

His coat was too big and he was very short, so he looked a little funny, like a child who had stolen clothes from an adult at home.