"Ahem... Please allow me to say a few words."
The middle-aged man coughed twice, pushed up his glasses, and looked at Zhang Su: "Sir, first off, I'm not a cook. This is my weapon, and I've used it to kill at least five zombies! Moreover, human civilization is collapsing, and moral and legal systems are falling apart. Now is the time for us to unite against evil, we are all survivors..."
"Stop, stop, stop, what exactly do you do, are you a storyteller or something?"
Zhang Su interrupted him, suddenly reminded of the Tang Monk when listening to the middle-aged man's lengthy speech.
"I'm a Chinese teacher at No. 7 Middle School, my surname is Yu. May I ask your name, sir?"
The middle-aged man stood up and nodded respectfully towards Zhang Su.
Zhang Su chuckled silently: "A Chinese teacher... well, well, a fish slayer with a Chinese teacher, hey, you said you're from No. 7, do you know a teacher with the surname Duan?"
