After taking care of his personal needs, Wei Xuan didn’t rush to have breakfast. Instead, he changed into warmer home clothes after washing up. Then he sat shoulder to shoulder with Du Hang on the still-warm bed, resting his elbows on the edge of the table, deep in thought.
Considering the “surprises” Du Hang had brought him when he woke up early in the morning, along with all the various imitations of his actions that Du Hang occasionally displayed during their time together, Wei Xuan suddenly made a decision—to give Du Hang additional lessons!
In the past, Wei Xuan noticed that Du Hang often underwent various behavioral changes, either unintentionally learning from him or recovering some memories of typical human actions before the apocalypse.
Now, what Wei Xuan wanted to do was proactively teach him to learn certain things.
Previously, Wei Xuan’s life was quite busy. Let’s not mention what happened after winter set in, but before that, he was like a busy little animal, making plans every day to prepare for winter and collecting various things for survival.
However, after winter had arrived, especially after the heavy snowfall, he hardly needed to go out and wander around anymore. He could simply stay in the residential area, or even just stay in his room to keep warm during the winter.
He couldn’t just waste all his time watching TV and playing games.
So today, after his dear zombie boyfriend seemed to have learned a new kissing technique, Wei Xuan decided to be a good teacher and start teaching his zombie boyfriend from the basics. Striving to turn him into a super intelligent and emotionally intelligent zombie who could potentially communicate with him normally in the future!
Wei Xuan pondered for about five minutes, then fetched a large bag of seeds that he had been examining before and spilled them all out on the table with a clatter…
He selected a black, waterdrop-shaped watermelon seed and held it between his fingers, pointing to the seed and then to the pile of seeds of various shapes mixed together on the table.
“Find one that looks the same as this.”
There was no other way. Even though Wei Xuan wanted to start with teaching him how to read and recognize characters, his zombie boyfriend’s current state was too extraordinary. He wasn’t displaying the same behavior as an ordinary child before the apocalypse.
After all, Du Hang couldn’t even speak at this point, so teaching him to write and recognize characters right from the beginning was a bit too challenging.
Therefore, with a stroke of inspiration, Wei Xuan suddenly remembered a movie he had seen when he was very young. It was a film about the lives and growth of children with intellectual disabilities. He couldn’t recall the specific plot because he was too young at the time, but one scene left a deep impression on him.
In that special school, to train those special children and help them improve their intelligence, there was a course where they had to pick and categorize beans of different colors, which were mixed together, into separate bowls.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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In the process, Wei Xuan could also sort these things out himself because… he sincerely felt that this task was quite bothersome.
Essentially, the lazy Wei Xuan started his first lesson with a cunning plan.
After Du Hang crushed three watermelon seeds, he finally understood what Wei Xuan meant. Subsequently, with Wei Xuan happily running out to fetch a can of braised gluten and a can of three shredded delicacies, as well as reheating the leftover white rice that had been stewed earlier from the freezer, Du Hang obediently sat by the bed and began categorizing the seeds on the large table.
Wei Xuan heated the rice, microwaved the shredded three delicacies in the can, and poured it over the rice to make a rice bowl dish. He poured the braised gluten onto a plate and began eating, occasionally glancing at Du Hang’s progress in seed sorting.
In fact, the situation was even more astonishing than Wei Xuan had anticipated.
Each time Wei Xuan selected a seed from the pile and asked Du Hang to sort out the seeds that looked the same, Du Hang could discern all the seeds with the same appearance at the fastest speed, distinguishing them with remarkable accuracy.
Some of the crop seeds had very similar appearances, and even Wei Xuan himself often struggled to immediately recognize whether they belonged to the same species with slight variations or if they were completely different crops that just looked similar.
But Du Hang could flawlessly select the correct ones and clearly separate them from the others, even if they were similar in appearance.
Initially, Wei Xuan was worried that Du Hang would mix up the seeds, so he only started with one type, asking Du Hang to sort out all the seeds that looked the same. After one type was done, they moved on to the next. The screened seeds were neatly placed in plastic bags that Wei Xuan had collected earlier.
However, after a few rounds, Wei Xuan realized that if he continued this way, he probably wouldn’t finish his breakfast anytime soon. So he chose several different types of seeds and placed them in different locations on the table, allowing Du Hang to sort them all at once while he finished his meal. Then he would organize the seeds that Du Hang had sorted afterward.
It was through this process that he discovered Du Hang’s astonishing ability to discern.
Gathering the empty plates and cans into a pile at the corner of the table, Wei Xuan quickly walked over to Du Hang, who was waiting patiently.
After taking a look at the seeds and confirming that everything was in order, he smiled and praised: “Well done, well done. You managed to sort them all perfectly!”
Seeing Wei Xuan approaching, Du Hang bent down and lowered his head, receiving a kiss with the taste of the shredded three delicacies.
Wei Xuan then packed the seeds into separate bags and poured the remaining bag of seeds onto the table.
He selected one seed that looked different and Du Hang continued sorting while Wei Xuan sat by the bed, digesting his meal and flipping through the notebooks that the two lunatics had forcefully given him yesterday.
Although the number of diaries this time was fewer than the last, the richness of their contents remained as before. Furthermore, these two individuals, ignited by paper and pen, occasionally drew sketches on the pages.
The difference was that Cheng Ma would often draw a complete picture on a separate page, while Bai Guangnan, resembling the students from their school days, drew various characters and drawings in the gaps between the words.
Cheng Ma’s drawings were meticulous but appeared very childish, indicating a lack of artistic foundation.
Bai Guangnan’s drawings, although wild, were remarkably similar and suggested that he may have practiced some basic drawing skills before the apocalypse.
Apart from their daily display of affection and familial love, both of them coincidentally mentioned the little zombie girl and the zombie horde she commanded in their diaries.
After Cheng Ma got injured, her entries, including writing and drawing, became less frequent, likely due to the impact of her injuries. However, she still maintained her diligence and perseverance in writing one page of diary entries each day.
On the other hand, Bai Guangnan may have been greatly frightened by the incident, but his reaction to the scare turned him into a chatterbox. In the final days of the diary, he almost wrote and drew extensively every day, surpassing the content of the previous twenty days.
After Wei Xuan finally finished reading all these materials, he frowned and closed the notebook, setting them aside.
He planned to bring them back when he returned next time since, although these items were meant for communication, they could also be considered as diaries.
Although they could relieve boredom by keeping them here, it would be better for them to keep them themselves.
In particular, Wei Xuan had a feeling that the number of these notebooks would accumulate as time went on, and even if his community had a large enough space, it might not be able to accommodate them all.
It was better to let them figure out how to handle it themselves.
Setting aside the issue of preserving the diaries, Wei Xuan’s wariness towards the little zombie girl resurfaced in his mind.
What troubled him, even more, was that not only did the situation with the little zombie girl cause him a headache, but also the fact that even if he took precautions against potential zombies, his actions might attract the attention of other survivors.
He didn’t want other survivors to discover his existence, nor did he want the zombies to notice him. In doing so, he had to be vigilant on both sides. For someone who only wanted to stay at home and grow old with his loved one, this was truly a challenging task.
The even greater difficulty was that, as Wei Xuan contemplated, he realized that they might attract various mutated animals and encounter mutated plants. Thinking about it, wasn’t the world filled with danger? The more he pondered, the more despair he felt, unable to figure out what to do in the future.
Just as he sat there, lost in his thoughts, Du Hang, who had finished separating the seeds and patiently waited by his side, took a step forward and pressed Wei Xuan’s head against his chest… This opportunity was well-timed. Could it be that distributing seeds truly increased intelligence?
Sunlight spilled over the silver-clad surroundings as Wei Xuan, accompanied by his zombie boyfriend, strolled downstairs.
They fed Wei Xuan’s zombie father-in-law, offered condolences to his mother-in-law’s bone, and then headed towards their zombie neighbors’ house.
Sometimes, Wei Xuan had a fleeting thought of just becoming a zombie himself. If he became a zombie, he wouldn’t have to worry about encountering that zombie girl and her companions anymore (worst case scenario, he could join them as a minion).
He also wouldn’t have to worry about what would happen if any survivors entered and he couldn’t hold back Du Hang. Because at that time, he’d probably be enthusiastically chasing after them himself.
As his imagination wandered amidst the chilly wind in this icy world, ascending step by step to the top floor and entering the new home of those two zombies, Wei Xuan felt a bit dizzy—those two guys were still “asleep.”
They were lying in bed just like the few times he encountered them before.
However, what was different now was that in the past, whenever he caught them in bed together, they would always lie side by side as corpses. But now… the taller one was lying on top of the shorter one, what was going on??
Could it be that he had truly caught them in the act this time?!
Wait a minute, don’t zombies’ “ding-dongs” not work?!
Ahahahah boyfriend hug! Don’t think dirty they’re just uh…. warming each other up!
Neighbors are…happy, Pfft! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Woops. Well, they probably don’t mind being walked in on. And if they do then that just means they’re getting smarter!
The Side CP get more action before the main one! Lol.
WX shouldnt underestimate zombie ding dongs.. he might regret it in the future hahaha
Hhhhhhhh ^^
Lmao this chapter, our MC is getting wild 😂
Thank you for the update!
Thanks for the chapter! Fufufu, this is getting fun
The true question : does it work or not ?!
Someone live in their honeymoon every day!!!
Thank you for your translation and happy June for everyone 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
Zombie Ding dong 😂
Those diary if fallen to the people at those bases. Will wreck havoc