Sister Nan's Combat Strength is Unknown, But It's Probably Only a Tiny Bit Stronger

Their resentment made them vaguely think about killing Si Nan even after becoming zombies. So, they were all gathered together now, trying every way to climb the high courtyard wall. Unfortunately, the stainless steel wall was too slippery, and they hadn’t even managed to climb a meter high after struggling for half the night.

There were also some stupid zombies who repeatedly rammed their bodies against the wall. A few smart ones knew to climb the surrounding trees and utility poles, reaching the highest branches to jump into Si Nan’s yard.

But the result was that the distance was too far. One after another, they fell like dumplings from the trees and poles, landing in the snowdrifts and splashing up a high cloud of snow.

If Si Nan saw this, she would surely praise it: ”Oh, this scenery is quite pretty.”

She didn’t wake up until 11:00 AM. The first thing she did was check the situation outside through the surveillance. Her first thought was: ”Oh, what a thrilling sight—the Apocalypse reappearing.”

The situation was even more exaggerated than in her previous life. The scenes of the past Apocalypse were recurring; every frame was so familiar and yet unbearable to look at. On the roads, in the streets and alleys, gardens, playgrounds, skyscrapers, residential hallways, companies, and schools—wandering zombies were everywhere. Severed limbs, intestines, internal organs, and such were visible everywhere. The scenes were bloody and cruel, and some zombies were currently biting living people.

Everywhere were figures covered in shredded meat and residual blood, with pale grey faces and white eyeballs without pupils. Clawing and lunging, they moved one by one toward places with sound or the scent of living people.

”Sigh, the days of staying indoors have arrived.” She shook her head and followed her unchanging routine: washing up—warming up—exercising. Her exercise consisted of martial arts training for two hours to strengthen her body. Then, dripping with sweat, she took a hot bath and cooked herself a delicious meal.

Only after everything was finished did she open her phone to check various messages. The most lively one was Ma Bufan: ”Sister Nan, are you awake? Please check our homework. Look at these beautiful abs and this masculine face. Do you feel an impulse to fall in love?”

After Si Nan checked the videos of their training, she replied indifferently, ”Hm, I do have an impulse—an impulse to give you a violent beating. Are you two fooling me or deceiving yourselves?

Try it yourselves: can the punch you throw even pierce a sheet of A4 paper? Stop flapping your gums and train hard, train for your lives. Do you see the countless zombies outside?

If you don’t train well and aren’t strong enough, you won’t survive.”

Over here, Ma Bufan immediately stopped being cheeky. ”Yes, Sister Nan is right to lecture us. We’ll remember.”

Si Nan then checked Bai Zichuan’s video. To her surprise, Bai Zichuan, who had no prior foundation, was training with punches that hit home. Moreover, he was training with his four-year-old son, and The little fellow was practicing with decent form.

From this, it could be seen that Bai Zichuan was very good at educating his Child. Such a small Child could actually endure hardship just like him.

She praised Bai Zichuan, ”Very good, keep it up. Tie sandbags to your calves when running, gradually increasing from 3 jin to 5 jin each.”

Bai Zichuan replied: ”Understood!”

Si Nan immediately @’ed Ma Bufan and Guan Xiaoning: ”Learn from Bai Zichuan and train with his level of intensity.”

”Yes!” The two took the order, their eyes immediately becoming serious and fierce.