Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 208 - Long Speech

Chapter 208: Long Speech

Chapter 208: Long Speech

Wu Xiaobo was lectured by Lin Murong and after listening to Lin Murong’s lengthy discourse, he was completely dazed.

“So, you get it now?” Lin Murong finished rambling and gave him a profound look.

Wu Xiaobo: “…”

What? Get what?

What had he heard?

Wu Xiaobo was in pain, he felt really painful.

He looked at Lin Murong’s face, not daring to say he didn’t understand.

He could only silently nod.

“Understood, huh? Alright then, repeat everything I just said.”

Wu Xiaobo: “???”

What? You were speaking human language?

“Repeat it, don’t just stand there, let’s see if you still have any morality.”

Wu Xiaobo: “???”

Why don’t you try being a human?

“I quit! If you can, just kill me!” Wu Xiaobo exploded in anger.

Let death come then.

He really didn’t want to see this idiotic thing or hear this idiotic thing speak anymore.

“Alright, alright, so you’re still immoral,” Lin Murong was unsatisfied. He had talked for so long and it was all for nothing.

He was displeased.

He was unhappy, so…

“Ao ao oh oh oh…”

“Understand now?”

“You bastard… ah ah ah oh oh oh oh…”

“Understand now?”

“I f*cking… ah ah ah…”

“Understand?”

“Understood, understood, stop hitting, stop hitting. I’m wrong. Help!”

Lin Murong just stood there with a wooden expression, coldly pulled out a few sheets of paper.

He had them write down what he had just said.

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Wu Xiaobo: “…”

No.

This person must be sick.

Must have some serious illness.

Where did he pull out those papers from?

Damn.

This person actually still has this kind of paper.

Wu Xiaobo was shocked when he got the paper in his hand.

Paper.

And such fine quality paper at that.

Wu Xiaobo blankly stared at Lin Murong, who thought he still didn’t remember,

so he beat him up again.

Then he explained everything to him once more.

Only then did Wu Xiaobo, sobbing, start to write silently.

The handwriting… well…

Hard to comment.

Lin Murong couldn’t make out the gibberish he wrote, but since he wrote something, he still needed to be praised.

So, he twisted Wu Xiaobo’s somewhat crooked leg back into place.

Wu Xiaobo: “!!!”

He really didn’t have some serious illness?

It felt a bit better, but… it really f*cking hurt.

Wu Xiaobo left limping.

Lin Murong, holding those sheets of paper, thought being a teacher was not so bad.

If there hadn’t been an apocalypse, he could have tried being a teacher for fun.

Such a pity.

It really was too bad.

Lin Murong once went out and brought back a few crumpled sheets of paper, and during mealtime, he looked at these papers, occasionally shaking his head, occasionally nodding.

Odd behavior.

It was so weird that even Su Yinhe was a bit astonished.

“What are you looking at? What is this?” It made her curious.

“Dictation,” Lin Murong smoothed out the wrinkles in the paper.

They really didn’t take care of it, getting it so wrinkled.

Su Yinhe: “???”

Dictation?

What dictation.

The term dictation did not seem fitting in this context at all.

“It’s really a dictation. About morality. It’s written so-so,” Lin Murong shook his head.

The handwriting is too messy.

Especially Wu Xiaobo’s.

Having ‘Bo’ in his name, yet his handwriting is such trash.

Looks like I’ll have to capture him for some handwriting practice.

Wow.

Why do I increasingly have the demeanor of a teacher now?

That’s not right, really not right.

Lin Murong touched his head, feeling somewhat abnormal.

“Morality? Dictation?” Lin Murong put the words together, and she couldn’t quite understand.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let me explain it to you in detail.” Lin Murong seemed to have the urge to confide and shared everything with Su Yinhe.

After Su Yinhe listened, she was a bit disoriented.

Even Chi Yan, who had been quiet the entire time, was somewhat astonished.

“Are you…thinking about becoming a teacher?” Su Yinhe looked slightly at a loss for words.

“How did you know? I kind of do want to. If it weren’t for the apocalypse, I’d have gone and gotten certified,” Lin Murong scratched his head, chuckling.

“What a pity,” he muttered, a bit disheartened.

“It’s okay. If you want to be a teacher, just capture a few schools; I can sponsor you,” Su Yinhe patted his shoulder to comfort him.

“Sponsor? Sponsor what?”

“Things like blackboard and chalk.” She’s a rich woman, the kind with an unlimited supermarket.

We won’t be lacking these things.

“…Despite that, why do you seem even more excited about this than I am?”

Lin Murong looked at her excited expression and felt that something was a bit off.

“Um… ah, it’s just… I kind of want to know what it’s like to teach during the apocalypse,” Su Yinhe said shyly.

Lin Murong: “??? Want? Want what?”

“To see you educate them. Come on, let’s capture some people now,” Su Yinhe said enthusiastically.

When Wu Xiaobo was captured again, he was still a bit dumbfounded.

Hadn’t he left?

Hadn’t he been released?

Why was he seeing Lin Murong again?

Wu Xiaobo looked at Lin Murong’s face, one he could recognize even if it were burned to ashes, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

It must be a dream.

There’s no way he could be seeing Lin Murong again.

Unfortunately,

It wasn’t a dream.

When Wu Xiaobo woke up again, the first thing he saw was that familiar face of Lin Murong.

“Ah, you’re awake,” Lin Murong, who had been drawing circles, saw Wu Xiaobo waking up, dropped the stick, and immediately went over to chat with him.

Lin Murong himself was also perplexed, unsure of how things had escalated to this point.

He hadn’t even said anything yet, how did it turn into starting a class?

And Su Yinhe had already found a classroom.

Even captured students.

Starting classes in the apocalypse felt weird.

Lin Murong’s mind still hadn’t caught up.

“Y-you… you said you were going to release me?” Wu Xiaobo looked at him, extremely scared.

“Yeah, I did release you. But someone brought you back; you ran too slowly, I couldn’t do anything about it,” Lin Murong helplessly spread his hands.

Chi Yan, Su Yinhe, these two were completely uncontrollable.

Whatever one of them said, he could only listen.

So humble.

That’s life without powers.

Still, I really wish I had a space.

Can’t there really be one more person with space in this world?

Even if space can’t gather supplies now, having it is still different from not.

Lin Murong thought about this until he became depressed again, then picked up the stick and continued drawing circles.

Speaking of which, this stick was given to him by Su Yinhe.

There weren’t supposed to be any sticks here.

She saw him drawing circles in the dirt with his finger and gave him a stick.

The stick even had a nice fragrance.

And the shape was good too.

Wu Xiaobo looked at his grim face, shivering.

He felt even more pained.

What to do, what to do.

Why was it this lunatic again?

Is there no law at all?

No, that’s right, there’s no rule of law in the apocalypse. But this lunatic actually talked to him about morality.