Chapter 110 - 078 What am I Guarding, What am I Anticipating, What am I Pursuing_4

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Chapter 110: Chapter 078 What am I Guarding, What am I Anticipating, What am I Pursuing_4 He wasn’t shirking responsibility; he too wanted to be useful, but his academic performance was terribly poor. Slaying zombies, watching movies, and posting on social media were his strongest skills, but these had little significance moving forward. "Eh, what’s this?" He inadvertently discovered a previously unseen category among the fifth-grade math exams. Fifth Grade Mathematics Olympiad Competition Exercise Collection Picked it up. He flipped through it, finding a description. Every problem a classic, enhancing brainpower, making learning math simpler. "Feifei struggles with math, this might make up for her deficiencies." Having chosen the teaching materials, he also had to buy gifts for Tingting, plus the gifts promised by Old Master Wang, purchasing a total of four workbooks would suffice. He paid and left the bookstore. He had never been to the bookstore before but knew it was a lively place, many parents hopeful for their children’s future would buy workbooks to help their studies. The atmosphere was great. It let children joyfully navigate the ocean of knowledge, continuously growing in their understanding, which must be a delightful experience for them. As he walked down the street, encountering the occasional lone zombie, he simply swung his sword, effortlessly dispatching the zombies. He always thought, "Perhaps your existence has its reasons, but you shouldn’t harbor malice towards me." If there was malice, then he could only defend himself with his sword. Baby products store. The baby formula at home was sufficient, but he thought of Yang Hui who had recently given birth, aware of the difficulties she and her child faced, ultimately he couldn’t bear it and decided to buy some infant formula and other essentials for the newborn. He wasn’t very capable or wealthy, just an ordinary person in society, but he shared the sentiments of every kind-hearted citizen, who, despite barely scraping by themselves, couldn’t bear to see others suffer. There were things he couldn’t do, but for the things he could, he was willing to lend a hand. Maybe in the moments when others fell into despair, a simple extension of a hand or a friendly inquiry, "Are you okay?" could pull someone out of the mire. These were all things within his power, the important part was whether you were willing to offer a bit of warmth. Picking out items, just like he would for Mengmeng. Flying Crane brand milk powder, bottles, a constant temperature kettle, diapers. Purchasing these items could cost several hundred, essentially equivalent to Lin Fan’s entire income from a day’s work. It didn’t pain him to spend the money; indeed, money is important, but it depends on where it is spent. Some things, once lost, can never be regained, but other things, when lost, can actually bring happiness and peace of mind, and with a little effort, they can be regained, perhaps even in greater abundance. For example, one’s own kindness—when it’s lost, one might one day wish to retrieve it, but even if it’s recovered, thinking back on past events can lead to deep self-reproach: if only I had been a bit more caring that one time, such things wouldn’t have happened. But money can be regained, it’s indeed important, but it’s also something that can be attained with a bit of effort. Paid and left. Carrying a bag and looking at the quiet streets outside, there were notably fewer zombies than before. The recent defense battle in the Sunshine District might have actually drawn most of the nearby zombies. Seeing that made his brain a bit numb. Nevertheless, what he did was significant; he knew there were other survivors nearby. Regardless of whether they were good or bad, reducing the zombie pressure on them is also a good deed. Honestly, the apocalypse had had a substantial impact on him; mainly because his previous job was gone, replaced by his current security position. The only upside was no overtime, more free time, and the ability to take on side jobs, which overall was very beneficial. Supermarket. It had been a while since he last visited. He stopped in his tracks as two more bodies appeared at the entrance, which he hadn’t seen the last time he was here. Observing closely, he noticed one of the bodies had its neck bitten off, its head separated from the body, thus not turning into a zombie. They didn’t even get a second chance at life. Approaching another body, he realized this person had already turned into a zombie; it seems its limbs had been bitten off by other zombies, leaving a disabled zombie behind. "How tragic." He sighed, feeling sorrow for their plight. "Heh... roar." This disabled zombie lay facing upwards, motionless. Seeing Lin Fan’s arrival, it let out a ferocious growl with a mouth full of sticky blood, desperately trying to bite. "You came to the supermarket thinking of buying something but encountered a zombie and ended up like this, I really regret your plight and can’t help you," Lin Fan said. He walked toward the supermarket without killing the zombie. This fellow, unable to move and still trying to roar at him, seemed as if it was greeting him. As if saying, Hello, see how miserable I am now. The supermarket was in disarray, with scattered items everywhere, including food and shoes of all kinds, and shopping carts overturned. Upon closer inspection, one could even see dried bloodstains. One could imagine what had happened here—probably survivors came searching for food and ultimately encountered zombies, it really was like that. Looking at the categories on the shelves. "Women’s life products." He quickly found the floor for life products was on the third floor. Now that the escalator was out of service, he could only proceed to the third floor with his shopping cart.

Chapter 110 - 078 What am I Guarding, What am I Anticipating, What am I Pursuing_4

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