Ch 121: Opening a Survival School Before the Zombie Outbreak

The moment Sun Wei returned to campus, she hurried off without pause to discuss things with Su Huaijin.

The two gathered the publicity team members currently on campus and held a meeting. Yue Yuxuan, who was still on the road, joined remotely through her wristband, while the others had already arrived with their families.

The @Dormitory Battle Royale account had temporarily stopped updating. Having grown accustomed to the fast-paced rhythm of filming and editing videos, the group suddenly found themselves idle and unsure what to do. Hearing the proposal, their eyes lit up immediately.

The more they listened, the more they felt it was an excellent idea.

Sun Wei spoke first. “Since we’ve decided, let’s divide responsibilities. I can handle creating the account and daily operations.”

Her original role in the publicity team had been operations management. No one was better suited.

Now that the apocalypse had arrived and her family had been relocated to Fangzhou, she no longer needed to worry about Devotees tracking her down through her identity. After a year-long hiatus, she planned to log back into her original self-media account and directly convert it into Fangzhou’s official account.

Her @Sister Wei of Society account had been inactive for a year. Although it had lost some followers, many loyal fans still checked in regularly, sending concerned private messages. The number of dedicated followers remained significant.

Across multiple platforms, her combined audience exceeded one million followers. That level of exposure could instantly bypass the painful early stage of building a new account from obscurity like @Dormitory Battle Royale had experienced.

As for the original content on the account, she intended to delete it outright and felt no regret.

Videos could always be made again. Right now, giving people with nowhere else to turn a channel to be heard was far more important.

Of course, if the account succeeded and began receiving massive numbers of help requests, additional manpower would be required. Sun Wei’s main responsibility would be establishing the account in its early phase and later managing the operations team.

“Then I’ll handle contacting the other online help-aggregation accounts and volunteer organizations,” said Freckles. “I’ll start negotiating with them right away.”

“I can manage the forum posts,” Yue Yuxuan’s voice came through the wristband. “Xiao Su will be going out with the principal soon, so she probably won’t have much time to oversee the forum.”

Since the hooded woman could be discovered at any moment, Su Huaijin did not refuse. “Alright. But I’ll still have time to help over the next few days.”

Zhuo Xiaoliang thought for a moment. “Right now students are camping on the forum trying to ‘grab missions,’ which is really inefficient. They waste a lot of time waiting, and they can’t even leave the forum while competing for tasks. I’m wondering if we could ask the principal to use the wristband registration system so teams can register their availability, location, team size, and capability in advance. Then I can assign suitable missions directly to the right teams.”

That would save a great deal of time.

His suggestion was clearly important. The previous model, where people refreshed the forum for one or even two hours just to secure a mission, was far too wasteful.

Su Huaijin nodded. “I’ll leave that to you.”

After nearly a year of working together, the five publicity team members coordinated seamlessly. Within moments, responsibilities were fully assigned through quick exchanges.

Aside from Sun Wei and Su Huaijin, the rest were non-combat personnel and had ample time to handle their respective tasks.

Sun Wei had always been extremely action-oriented. Translated on Hololo novels. The fact that she had built a nearly million-follower account while still in high school proved that. Hunting Devotees during the day and managing the account at night posed no difficulty for her.

Daytime account management could later be handed over to additional operations staff.

However, even though the five had reached consensus, they still needed Fu Qing’s approval before officially creating the account.

For Fu Qing, this was an opportunity she had no reason to refuse.

After listening to Su Huaijin’s explanation, she rejected only one part of their plan: Sun Wei converting her personal account into Fangzhou’s official account.

“Leave account creation to me. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Fu Qing had already decided she would speak with Bai Xianglei and ask him to pass along a request for the platforms themselves to promote the account through official channels.

Just like how @Dormitory Battle Royale had once been featured on a platform’s homepage, once official authorities made the request, the platforms would cooperate with maximum enthusiasm. That approach would be far more efficient than relying solely on organic sharing by bloggers and netizens.

“As for your account, keep it for yourself,” Fu Qing added casually. “Don’t delete the content either. It would be a shame.”

When she first decided to delete everything, Sun Wei had not felt much regret. She believed what she was about to do now mattered far more than preserving an inactive account.

But that account represented years of effort. Countless hours had gone into it, and the videos and comment sections held memories of her entire journey.

Hearing she could keep it, Sun Wei’s emotions grew complicated. “Alright. Thank you, Principal.”

Fu Qing, however, was already thinking several steps further ahead.

If possible, Fu Qing still did not want a certain student to become too deeply tied to Fangzhou in the outside world.

If Sun Wei used her original account, even after deleting the old videos, it would still be easy for others to trace her real identity.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.

Just like when they first released videos, Fu Qing had made herself the only person whose face appeared on camera.

If someone had to stand at the forefront, it should be her.

*

As Fu Qing expected, the moment she informed Bai Xianglei about the students’ decision to establish a rescue account, she received his full support.

In addition to contacting social media platforms to promote the account, Bai Xianglei proposed something extra: installing a dedicated fiber-optic line for Fangzhou.

As long as the communication hubs along the route maintained twenty-four-hour power, Fangzhou would have continuous internet access.

Naturally, this would consume a significant amount of electricity. Network resources were extremely scarce, so the connection could only be provided to a small number of people within Fangzhou, such as Fu Qing, the five publicity team members, and future volunteers responsible for operations and coordination.

Everyone else would still need to wait for the government’s daily one-hour electricity window to access the internet.

“That’s on me,” Bai Xianglei said awkwardly. “I knew you had your own communication tools and didn’t rely much on the internet, so I never brought it up before.”

Fu Qing understood. Providing network access required power support. With nearby base stations completely shut down, setting up an independent line capable of running twenty-four hours a day was no simple task.

The reason it had not been mentioned earlier was likely the enormous energy cost.

Now they were willing because the benefits outweighed the expense.

Tian Xuejun and Bai Xianglei were specifically responsible for Fangzhou affairs. The students’ rescue operations that day could not possibly escape their notice.

In truth, Fu Qing did not feel she needed so many privileges. Over the past year, Fangzhou’s teachers and students had prepared to face the apocalypse alone. Receiving official trust and support now was already better than she had expected.

“Then I’ll trouble you with it,” she said politely.

“What trouble? We’re already short on manpower. You helping with rescues is a huge benefit to us!” Bai Xianglei replied enthusiastically, patting his chest. “I’ll contact people right away. Once you create the account, send it to me. As for the fiber line, our technicians will handle it. Ten hours at most. I guarantee the connection will be operational today.”

*

After Tian Xuejun received the notice, the command center immediately dispatched communications soldiers that very day. Translated on Hololo novels. Carrying fiber cables, equipment, and technical staff, they laid the line step by step along the route. Two technicians headed directly to Fangzhou to install the terminal equipment, finally completing debugging just before midnight.

The loading icon spun a few times, and the webpage opened successfully.

“It worked!” The publicity team members, gathered in the conference room, burst into excitement.

The technician exhaled in relief. “The router is installed here, so the signal range is limited. If you need internet access in the future, you’ll have to bring your devices to the administrative building.”

Fu Qing’s office, being nearby, could connect directly without needing to relocate.

The students nodded repeatedly.

Besides the four publicity team members, several new faces were present, volunteers they had recruited.

With no internet during the day, there had been little else to do. Sun Wei and the others had first assembled manpower and asked Fu Qing to activate the registration function.

After hours of work, they had already compiled a rough duty schedule covering the next three days.

Students never lacked energy. Just like when the simulation pods had once been insufficient and they rotated usage twenty-four hours a day, this schedule now filled every time slot, even late-night hours that people competed to claim.

The coming days still fell within the golden rescue window. After that, the chances of survival for trapped victims without food or water would decline rapidly.

Time was life. Those trapped could not wait for rescuers to wake up well-rested.

Meanwhile, other students continued going out on rescue missions without pause.

After Sun Wei left the team, Song Rushhuang and Zhang Han simply teamed up with Qin Yufei and his group, forming a five-person squad that successfully secured a major mission.

Rescuing trapped teachers and students from a summer tutoring center.

More than twenty first-year high school students and two teachers, twenty-eight people in total, had been trapped inside an office building for three days.

As Zhang Han complained, reaching the tutoring center required passing through three elevators and countless winding corridors.

“It was hidden even deeper than that underground card room!”

Another large-scale rescue followed. The bus that had just dropped off the elderly survivors was immediately called back by Zhang Han. When they picked up the students secretly attending summer classes, the teenagers looked even more frightened and helpless than the elderly gamblers had been.

Having all once been students themselves, the five university students said little. They simply patted the younger students’ shoulders with solemn encouragement, acting like older siblings as they guided them onto the bus.

Across two missions that day alone, they rescued forty-seven people.

Even Song Rushhuang and the others were stunned by the number.

Including Sun Wei, six people had saved that many lives in a single day. If the entire student body was counted, how many people had Fangzhou saved altogether?

In the early days of the apocalypse, the number of uninfected people still exceeded zombies. Just a few zombies could trap large groups, and humans naturally gathered together when endangered, which greatly improved search-and-rescue efficiency.

That number, in turn, motivated the students even more. The weight of human lives pressed heavily on their hearts. Many barely dared to sleep, rushing to claim new missions with renewed intensity. Even late into the night, students continued moving in and out of Fangzhou.

If Fu Qing had not intervened in time by issuing a notice requiring minimum daily sleep, forbidding exhausted students from going out, and activating the wristband’s sleep-monitoring function, many would likely have stayed awake all night conducting rescues.

As for those who slept during the day intending to go out at night when fewer people competed for missions, Fu Qing instructed Zhuo Xiaoliang to strictly screen their capabilities before assigning tasks.

Anyone lacking sufficient strength was forbidden from nighttime missions, and all night operations required teams of at least five.

With streetlights gone, zombies held a far greater advantage at night. If not for urgent rescue situations, Fu Qing would not have allowed students to go out after dark at all.

…

Meanwhile, at midnight, once internet access finally became available, Sun Wei quickly registered accounts across all major platforms.

The account name was simply “Fangzhou Rescue.” At a time like this, a clear and direct name was far better than something flashy.

After verifying the account, each platform immediately adjusted users with duplicate names to temporary defaults, compensating them with rename vouchers. They raised Fangzhou’s account priority, removed posting and reply restrictions, and provided substantial promotional traffic.

The treatment was second only to officially operated rescue accounts.

Once again, Fu Qing found herself impressed by official efficiency.

She watched as Sun Wei focused intensely on her laptop, fingers flying as she finalized usernames, edited profiles, uploaded submission guidelines, and pinned prepared posts. She was completely immersed in work.

The other students were the same. Some managed forum operations through wristbands, others typed rapidly on computers drafting posts. Occasional brief exchanges punctuated the constant clatter of keyboards filling the room.

Everyone worked in perfect coordination. If one ignored their ages, they looked no different from a professional workplace team.

After watching quietly for a while, Fu Qing slipped out of the conference room without a sound.

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