Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Spend some blurry time looking out the classroom window.

It's a little cloudy, but it's a beautiful day.

In the classroom, a magnificent Mandarin teacher talks about Natsume Soushi with a translation face.

As much as I read what I wrote, I can see the author's mood at that time.

And I look evil, but I don't care.

Chilling sideways, I look at the cutest girl in my class, and when my eyes are about to meet, I lay down on my face and read a book.

Of course it's not a classroom textbook, I'm bored reading it because I read it at first reading when I already got a Mandarin textbook.

Well, Mandarin isn't the only one who hasn't listened to class properly. Ever since I got into high school, I haven't listened to school classes properly and I've been reading all my novels (Lanobe).

Really, it's the one that got me into boring high school for the reason that I happen to have the highest deviation I've put in.

With a complete drop out, I've already given up on a decent high school life.

The only good thing is that I can be held back by doppiness and paranoia while reading a book like this for a day when the sun is up.

When I naname Krausevitz's "war theory," and my head stops accepting hard translations, I combine a bit of an eclectic lanobe to put life into my tired brain.

Nobody gets in my way when I'm in Mandarin class and I'm doing this nonsense.

As I read before this, it was written in Herman Hesse's "Demian".

Teachers don't pay attention if they do something else seriously.

He's originally the discreet type, and maybe my teachers aren't interested in me already falling apart.

I'm with you that you're not interested in other people, and if you interfere with each other, it would be convenient.

But this "war theory" is boring compared to the "grandchildren" and "monarchy" I read before this. I know the way you think is important, but it doesn't really come to mind.

But if you were summoned to another world, this would be the knowledge you need.

"A 'normal high school student' of my level would be able to act as the brave man of the Devil's Sword whenever he is summoned to another world"

I know very well that there are no other world trips in reality. Well, I'm not serious.

Knowledge like this is of no use in real society. It might help to be a Lanobe writer at best, but that would be as unlikely as going to another world.

But wait, Tripp's fine, but it's hard to throw it away when you're reincarnated and you start over. This is where ideas come in.

Both have attractions that are hard to throw away.

Such paranoid play, free from my reality, is defeated by sudden screams.

"Ahhh!

A suspicious person attacked a female student who was near the entrance, fluttering in through the door behind the classroom.

Gabba, it feels like a hug, daytime grand pervert?

It's also been a while since I thought it was getting interesting.

The bloodshed went up and I realized it wasn't if it was interesting.

You're in the same class as me, but you don't even know the name of the female student. "Ahhh!" immediately said, "Ghaaaa! turned into a" disconnected demon.

The perverted man didn't seem to be sexually assaulting, he seemed to bite so hard that blood blew up from his neck muscle.

No, I guess this means I ate up every carotid.

He has been bitten hard many times with his neck muscles and his blood is scattered on one side of the perimeter.

Even when a female student is rumbled around, the suspicious man, who is hugging and biting with strong force, does not leave, and eventually his body loses strength as hard as it can.

Nobody could do anything before a do-flavored assault like a scene in a movie.

"Oh, my God, you are"

A magnificent Mandarin teacher who stood still for a while broke in to stop the unsub while later, and remained the next victim.

The bitten female student has fallen on her back in a bloody accumulation flowing from her own neck and is immobilized.

I looked at the female student who stopped moving and just got a thousand deep bites off her neck and wondered if humans would bleed that much.

I wonder if that's dead, and I'm looking at it with a slightly cooler feeling.

"Guh! Hey, stop, stop! Oh, come on!

The wild anger of a Mandarin teacher quickly turns into a cracked, tall scream. In deliberate screaming and yelling, for some reason it sounded clarity, cockroach, whether the joints were broken or the bones broken.

Subsequently, I also heard the sound of the gutsy meat itself being ripped off in my ears.

I guess my arm was pulled as-is because a suspicious man with a creepy blue face, whose teacher rammed with strong force, was suppressed with even stronger force.

The teacher's screams soon ceased to be heard, only the sound of the meat being chewed sounds.

The killing of a reliant teacher turns classroom blurring into loud anger and screaming as soon as possible, making the air stink of pun.

Kachiri and I heard the sound of a switch whose routine switches to unusual.

All this time I've been doing all this hand paranoia, and adrenaline excitement rushes around my brain, specializing in extraordinary uses, and quickly makes clear, rational thinking work. It's so cloudy that it looks like it's fallen asleep and I feel rather soothed.

Look at the blue-white face like it is being befallen by the vicious pathology of that suspicious man, and the skin of the ragged cheeks is not going to collapse right now.

Eating up male teachers, walking around like drunk without reacting in any way to the hustle and bustle around.

My nose was smelling the strange smell of the rotten dead along with the smell of intense blood, I think you can decide this guy is a zombie.

I was lucky, I happened to be saved in the window seat. I knew this hand death game was all about initial placement. And the next thing that separates life and death is the quick action of the first turn.

I make a quick escape from the exit in front of the classroom, bypassing the center of the noise.

I've brought a bag for a while, but this won't be a weapon.

There were no zombies in the hallway, so we go to the dumpster.

Throw down the bag and take the umbrella.

This one is more user-friendly as long as the reach is.

"But it's boring"

I was the first from the school hallway to the dumpster. There's no such thing as running away shoulder to shoulder with me.

You don't get rubbed by students fleeing like a movie.

If you listen, there may be similar noises in other classes because the voices of many people in the distance can be heard as vibrations.

If there were a few more victims out there and the panic would expand, I guess this place would also be full of runaway students.

Something like that probably didn't even make the decision to jump outside. It hasn't even taken an evacuation induction broadcast yet.

Like me, the students who simulated and prepared when terrorists and zombies attacked me in class, you mean they weren't there?

That's kind of a miss, I think you guys are really 'normal high school students'.

"Well, that's convenient."

It's dangerous to be inhibited by a bunch of people who panic.

Only I fled to the safe zone, and then I fastened my legs in an attempt to win if I could.

Zombies bite people, bitten people become zombies and the damage spreads.

The densely populated area called school immediately becomes a danger zone as it is.

It's often a school zombie thing, and I need to talk about staying at school and caging, but I don't think it's sane shabbat.

We should get out of school as soon as possible, even for a minute.

When I jumped out of the dumpster and ran to the back gate of the school, there were already zombies there.

It's like, the whole school is surrounded and I get the impression that the escape is blocked.

"Chip, maybe here too!

A thin-haired gym teacher, bald to the one above his familiar forehead, was bitten by a zombie while in red jersey.

Perhaps even the back gate had a zombie out and they did it there.

I use my umbrella as a strut and jump straight up onto the walls of the school.

I wish I had gotten over the fence like this and run away outside...... but not here either.

Zombies roamed across the wall.

The numbers are small, so I wonder if I can poke them out. I thought so and looked around.

"Stop! Stay away!" The voice of the man sounded, and I was surprised to see if you meant me by accident.

Then, Pern! and there was a dry shooting sound.

On the other side of the back gate of the school, he seems to be a police officer who came on his bike, but was repeatedly firing at an imminent zombie.

You're shooting too hard. Is the officer talking about the creation alone that he will never shoot until he dies because when he fires, he will not be able to emerge?

Of course, without going through a zombie, such as a pistol, unfamiliar with shooting, the officer was pushed down and bit as he was.

If you're a zombie, you can aim at your head, but there's no point in shooting you in the foot.

"Uh, you can't take this route"

More shooting sounds, but for that matter, the bullets will be fired up anyway.

It's too risky for a pistol aim I don't even know if it can be used, such as going to a place where former police officers and former gym teacher strong-looking zombies move.

This isn't a game.

But wait.

I think a little, that police officer. I even have a pistol, and I don't suppose it just happened.

Probably came from a nearby police station with a report that a suspicious person had left the school.

That means from the nearby police station to this point, wouldn't you say there weren't any zombies?

Then, the source is still considered to be around the school.

The cause of the zombie outbreak, I'm concerned, but I'm not a police officer or a famous detective.

I'm a high school student who just wants to survive. You should leave this danger zone in your spare time.

If the zombie outbreak is around the school, it is likely to help if even its enclosure can be removed.

"Hey, Sado!

"Ugh..."

Don't speak up when people are thinking.

"I already called you earlier!

"Ah, yes..."

From inside the campus of the fence, two girls were coming.

Was it Senya, the school's classmate, the glasses kid who rocked three long braids with big tits is talking to me.

Senya is the now rare temple chairman character, a glasses boy with three long dark hair tied to a knit.

As I watched its characteristic appearance and the big breasts thrusting up the blouse of the uniform aggressively, I remembered its name with nature, but it must have never spoken to me.

Yet it was surprising that Senya remembered my last name. I should have remembered his name, not just his last name.

Behind the classmate Senya, silently following is a somewhat unusual silent beautiful girl floating in her class, a silent shadow painting (smudge).

I remember my name firmly by my full name, I'm the only girl in my class.

Speaking of why I remember the full name of the shadow painting, she is a little girl with shiny black hair (and lactating!) Because there was a little shadow and the line was thin, she was a beautiful girl who would be picturesque just sitting there in silence, and she looked just like my favorite Lanobe heroine.

Three-dimensional would like to show a guy called Shit, a shadow painting. Three dimensions are pretty good too.

But that's all. I've never talked to a silent shadow painting, and I don't think I have anything to talk about.

To me, all real women are admirers. I'm not an interfering person, and I don't think I can.

Well, love, hate, romantic feelings like that...

No, not when you're thinking about that right now.

"Sado-kun, which way to run!

Even after the classmate Senya came Zorozoro and the men and women of the class.

Apparently, these guys came after me for taking the initiative. It's been a pain in the ass.

From time to time, I don't have any friends in my class, I've hardly ever talked to them.

Only at a time like this, you're too good to rely on me.

No, wait.

Should we do this together with a certain number of people?

There will be an explosion on campus, the risk of being attacked by zombies is increasing over time, if successfully induced, it can be used on meat walls.

"Senya, you can't go beyond the back gate or the walls because there are zombies."

"Well, which way do I run?"

Immortal Valley with huge tits asks, shaking Yussa Yussa her big breasts with a frustrated, tall voice.

I thought to myself if I knew how to escape safely, but I remembered the cops earlier.

Probably from the staff office.

Then the functionality of the staff room is likely to still be alive. There are items over there that can be used for escape.

"Let's head to the staff room!