Chapter 42
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Bing Xueming's clever little landmine was able to master the fire better by dinner time. Although he was still in a bit of a hurry, the two dishes and one soup presented in the end made the male students of wusheng class 1 tearful. I don't know if I've been inspired. With the high level of small mines, the technology of rice week has also improved by leaps and bounds. Not only is it no longer mixed, but it can even be regarded as q-bomb soft glutinous and fragrant.
Sweet and sour sweet sweet and sour tenderloin.
It's salty, fresh and rich.
Clear white gourd and shrimp soup.
With a bowl of crystal clear white rice or chewy steamed bread - under the bombardment of Luo, who loves pasta, rice week had to dig out a frozen steamed bread from the freezer and put it into the rice steamer for heating - what do you want!
Eight people sat in a small circle around the food. They did not move their chopsticks. They were already fascinated by the fragrance of the dishes. This fragrance not only comes from the finished product in front of us, but also comes from the stir frying of the fire on the way to cooking. At this moment, it still doesn't disperse, strongly stimulating everyone's taste buds.
"If you're not going to make a speech or something, I'll eat it." After swallowing a lot of saliva, josch couldn't bear it. He had to fly out to look for food several times.
Luo Geng took a mouthful of steamed bread, stretched out his chopsticks and took away three pieces of eggplant. Without waiting for his friends to blink, another chopstick took away a large piece of ridge. The speed of his hand was almost beyond the scope of human beings.
Josch's black line, he's not asking!
With the great power of example, if you are not polite, I will fly up and down with 16 chopsticks for a while, and I will be very happy to eat them.
Dong.
In the middle of the meal, everyone's speed has slowed down, and they can't stand the constant wheezing, so the muffled sound in the kitchen is very clear.
All the little friends holding rice bowls froze.
Dong, Dong.
Two more!
Song Fei suddenly gets up and runs to the west window. He stealthily opens the blind and looks out.
He had been ready to face the ferocious, but there was no zombie outside the window, only a familiar white radish, tied to the end of a rope made of several plastic bags, was shaking with the rope and kissing their window.
At the beginning of the night, the lights from the shutters covered the turnip in the dark with a strange halo.
Song Fei's tense nerves relaxed, some speechless to drill into the blinds, slightly open the window sash, quickly poke his head out, press the voice to ask: "what's the matter --" after asking, without waiting for an answer, quickly retract back to close the window and lock.
It seemed to be stupefied for a while, then whispered: "look at the radish!"
Across the window, the sound is more ethereal, but Song Fei has been sticking his ears to the window seam, but also all capture. Immediately look back at the white fat radish, this only found that a piece of paper was inserted between the plastic bag rope and the bound radish.
Song Fei opened the window for the second time, reached for the turnip and quickly took off the note. After locking the window again, he pulled out of the blinds. When he opened the note by the light, he saw that it was full of words. First, two lines of large characters were crossed out, and then there were clear and beautiful small characters below -
[when the lights are on, you can smell the fragrance I'm fascinated. I'd like to exchange purple bag for less taste. If you get brocade and add flowers, I'll miss my hometown. If you agree, you can send charcoal in the snow and never forget it. 】
after pondering for a moment, Song Fei held up the note again and tried to identify the big black characters that his father didn't know. Finally, he recognized them one by one under the light. Of course, this is also related to the writer's own font genre, which is extremely bold and unrestrained. No matter how ferocious you smear it, you can't suppress its wanton evil spirit -
[what you do, the smell comes up from the smoke exhaust duct, too damn fragrant]
"what are you looking at?"
The boys watched Song Fei stand in the window and open and close. Now they looked at a strange note and asked questions naturally.
"It seems that we smell our food upstairs. I want to share it." The main idea of the note of class 2 is not difficult to understand, but Song Fei hasn't figured out some details, so he doesn't look back and perfunctorily perfunctorizes his friends and continues to look at the note.
Seven people exchanged a look, the mood is a little delicate.
It's reasonable to say that the students discussed it and shared it. But after all, today is different from the past. It's OK to have a little today, it's OK to have a little tomorrow, it's going to take a month or two. Do you want to give it or not? And since you want something, you have to say something polite. If you smell it, please share it with us. Don't you treat yourself as an outsider?
After a hundred turns, Qi Yan found that Song Fei was still standing there. He was a little puzzled and said, "just two words, don't look so long."
"Who said two words?"
“……”
Song Fei frowned and came over. He handed the note to Qi Yan: "it's very serious. It's very elegant."
Qi Yan took the note and quickly scanned it. Seeing that other students were curious, he simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "you can translate it."As the most authoritative writer in class 1 of wusheng, Li Jingyu lived up to the expectations of the public. He pondered over the note repeatedly, spoke low and soothingly, and was full of both voice and emotion -
"in the evening when the lights were shining, a fragrance awakened our confusion. The rich aroma of the food, coming with the wind, makes our hearts ripple and yearn. If you are willing to use our Porphyra to make a meal, in exchange for a little bit of your cold soup, let the exotic flavor make your dinner more beautiful. We can also miss home in the kind home dishes. If you agree, please tap the small window with radish. We will never forget the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow
Li Jingyu's epilogue dissipates in the empty kitchen, seven pairs of eyes slowly look at Song Fei.
The latter put out his hand: "I said it earlier, just want to ask us for some rice."
All comrades in arms black line: "this and what you said are two letters at all!"
The students of class 2 didn't want to buy food for nothing. They didn't want to take advantage of it. Besides, the letter was simple. At the thought that these six students will continue to have a long and single exotic taste in the future, class 1's comrades in arms suddenly burst out with infinite sympathy.
Barter application, all votes passed. Song Fei collects radishes and knocks at the window here, and Lin Deli packs vegetables and soup there. Soon, Porphyra meal hanging down, home dishes hanging up, fair and reasonable, two happy.
After closing the window, Song Fei walks back with Porphyra rice bag. Unexpectedly, he steps on the snowy water left by the snowball fight. His whole body is unstable and falls to the ground!
With a bang.
Song Fei felt that his chest muscles would be scattered by the ground.
The Porphyra rice bag was thrown two meters away. Fortunately, the bag was tightly tied and did not cause serious consequences.
Jockey quickly got up and came over Pick up the Porphyra bag.
Qi Yan crossed Johns and went to Song Fei. He squatted down to help him
Song Fei shows his teeth in pain. Just as he wants to howl for sympathy, his eyes suddenly flash. Pulling apart Qi Yan's hand, Song Fei leans on the ground and rubs against the shelf beside him. He sticks his face to the ground and looks at the gap under the shelf.
Qi Yan is puzzled. As soon as he comes up with an inquiry, he sees that Song Fei gets up and runs to Zhou Tong and asks, "where's your gun?"
Zhou Junyi was drinking soup and almost didn't spray it out. It took him a long time to realize that he was asking him about the sushi gun. He quickly found the gun for the ancestor and submitted it to him.
Song Fei doesn't talk nonsense either. He takes the gun and runs to the shelf again. He lies down here and stretches the slender metal rod into the gap and sweeps hard!
A black remote is scratched out.
Qi Yan picked up the remote control, a little thought, eyes flash surprise light: "outside the TV?"
Song Fei nodded: "it must be!"
There are two TV sets in the hall on the first floor of the school canteen, which are respectively set up in the East and west half areas. When it comes to dining time, it will be magically turned on. Usually, it's either CCTV or central one. TV is hanging on the height of the load-bearing column, unless stepping on the table, otherwise ordinary students can only look up from afar, can not stretch out their hands to play, let alone adjust the station.
Because most of the students who eat in restaurants will intentionally or unintentionally try to ignore this positive energy, over time, they will integrate the TV and the wall in the spiritual space, which is why Song Fei didn't remember that the canteen has a TV until he found the remote control!
People excited, that was cut off the network cut off the signal, cut off the machine made almost dead heart, and rekindled the flames of hope.
"Or will Songfei's efforts to make the national news sound like a disaster," he said
This is a delicate and even sensitive issue.
I don't know how to answer for a moment. They are not angry youths or Wumao, so they have no way to stand firm and say that they will or will not.
"I think so." Song Fei asked and answered himself, with persistent light in his eyes, "so I want to gamble."
His comrades in arms understood that he was going to rush out and turn on the TV in the hall, risking his life to gamble on their country.
On the 18th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, which had not yet been waiting for any rescue.
"I'll go with you." Qi Yan suddenly said, "information transparency is the first step to fight against this kind of group crisis. I'll gamble with you."
Song Fei looked at him incredulously. His voice was a little dry. After a long time, he said, "what if I lose the bet?"
Qi Yan thought about it seriously and gave a resolute answer: "then I will not let you go as a ghost."
Song Fei
"You two are dying to show us?" Lin Dilei was not angry to insert into the middle of the two people, "we did not say no gambling. But it's not good to break in hard. We have to have a strategy! "
Five minutes later, the door of the back kitchen, which had never been opened since it came in, opened a gap gently. The action of the door opener was very light and quiet, almost without any sound. A half squinting eye behind the gap, looking warily at the hall.
Moonlight from the French window sprinkled in, so that the dark hall cage on a layer of dark unknown. The hall was silent, but there was a dangerous silence. After the crack, the eyes blinked frequently, and finally gradually adapted to the darkness. The next second, the owner of the eyes suddenly covered his mouth and pressed the sound of a cold breath down his throat.The hall is full of zombies!
They are crowded disorderly, the huge number makes the whole hall look like the subway cars in the morning rush hour. The expressionless faces are blue in the moonlight, and the slightly open mouth seems to be waiting for the prey all the time.
The gap closed quietly and locked. Song Fei slid to the ground against the door, feeling his legs still soft.
Zombies are not terrible, but such a dense and frightening scene is still very powerful. If there is no fear of mass phobia, it will be checked out.
"It's all in the hall," Song Fei said incoherently. After a while, he continued, "I can't see the zombies outside these two days. They've all gone to the hall."
Wang Qingyuan: "the whole hall?"
Song Fei: "it's full."
My friends are silent. You don't have to look at it. From my memory, I can replace the spectacular scene of people waiting in the canteen for lunch on Monday with the zombie version.
"Can it go on?" Li Jingyu asked.
"Yes," Song Fei nodded, "the old way is to strike the West with the East."
Zhou Junyi frowned: "if there are so many zombies, you may have to close the window before we attract them. You still can't rush out."
"There has to be a way to attract zombies for a long time..." Song Fei murmured to himself, lost in thought.
On the second floor of the dining hall, Korean food kitchen.
Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how much have you eaten? You still snatched the last bite!"
Zhao he: "the world martial arts, only fast not broken."
Fu Xiyuan: "go away."
Wu Zhou: "how can there be such a beautiful and virtuous girl? If a man wants to marry him, he will die happily in his life."
Feng Qibai: "I think Huang Mo is also good."
He Zhi asked: "height alone has lost a lot."
Huang Mo: "take the pen and I'll write another application letter."
He Zhi asked: "I was wrong..."
"Class 2, let's put radishes --"
the sudden call broke the happy dinner time on the second floor.
When the six of them were staring at each other for a long time, Zhao he and Huang Mo got up. The former had long arms and was responsible for collecting and releasing radish ropes, while the latter had quick thinking and could judge the situation at any time.
The raw radish was put down quickly and put back as it was, but there was also a note on it.
Zhao he opened the note with a few words on it. After reading it, his face turned green.
Huang Mo saw that it was not right. He reached for the note and saw it in the end.
The remaining four students are still waiting. Huang Mo doesn't care about it. He directly publishes the message: "class 1 wants to rush into the hall to turn on the TV and see if there is any outside news in the TV. We need our help."
Everyone was nervous: "how can I help you?"
"Just sing outside the window on the second floor to attract the zombies in the hall. There may be the risk of zombies climbing up. However, according to the observation in recent days, the exterior wall of the canteen is very slippery, which is not a big risk."
"Then help," Wu Zhou didn't even think about it. "It would be great to know the news outside."
The boys nodded together, wondering why Zhao he was so resistant to the effort.
Huang Mo sighed. He wanted to pat Zhao he on the shoulder, but he thought the height was too troublesome. He simply patted the other side on the back of the waist: "cannibal mouth is short, go ahead."
Zhao he snatched back the note and glared fiercely, hoping to burn through the line of words on the paper with his eyes: "it's crazy to sing to attract zombies. This alternative song list is insane!"
Huang Mo: "it's not to let everyone sing. Just choose one we will."
Zhao he: "every capital is a shame, OK?"
Huang Mo: "maybe they have a problem."
Zhao he: "what's the trouble? Can zombies understand the lyrics? They come here when they sing this song, and they are indifferent when they sing that song? "
"That's not true," Huang Mo said after thinking about it. "I guess class 1 may think that these songs will bring them a greater success rate in this battle."
Zhao he: "set buff with songs?"
Huang Mo: "after all, the hope is placed on the motherland. It's easy to understand when you think about it."
The other four were at a loss. Feng Qibai took the note from Zhao he, and without looking at anything else, he ran to the last two rows of recommended songs - "Chinese", "I love you, China", "Chinese flavor", "Chinese beauty"
Half an hour later, the fully armed Song Fei and Qi Yan opened the door again. Through the goggles, they had a longer time to adapt to the dark.
Finally, Qi Yan put his back behind him and gave a thumbs up.
Standing in front of the westernmost window, Zhou opened the window immediately, fished the radish that had been waiting for a few minutes ago, and knocked on the glass twice.
At the moment of closing the window again, the turnip was put away.
The next second, on the second floor, there was a lively and unrestrained chorus——"The Chinese style is so magnificent ~ ~ the Chinese style is so handsome ~ ~ the yellow skin washed by the Yellow River ~ ~ the color will never change for five thousand years ~ ~"
the zombies in the hall are in a riot!
First of all, looking around, it seems that the source of the sound is not clear for a moment. But soon, the zombies in the area near the door ran out one after another. They may not know which direction the sound comes from, but their instinct drives them to run outside!
There were fewer and fewer zombies in the hall.
Song Fei and Qi Yan are tense and dare not relax for a moment.
Finally, the hall empty down, leaving four zombies, I do not know is not interested in singing, or to avoid the cold instinct is stronger, actually still standing in place.
Two of them are relatively close, both in the middle, and the other two are in the East and west half areas, that is to say, the fixed position of the four zombies almost runs across the hall.
Class 2 did not sing a few words in tune, because they almost used to shout, so loud and clear that even the moon hanging in the sky seemed to tremble.
Can't wait any longer, Qi Yan whispered a few words in Song Fei's ear, without waiting for the latter to agree, directly flashed out!
Outside the kitchen is the cooking area. On weekdays, aunts are always standing in this wide area to serve the students. What separates this area from the dining area is a half person high glass fence!
Qi Yan Ran to the center of the vegetable area in one breath. Before, for safety, he and Song Fei had already painted toilet water. He didn't want to lure the enemy now. He could only jump and wave his arms without making a sound.
Although the light was dim, the zombie on the easternmost side still found him. Maybe because he couldn't see clearly or smell clearly, he didn't get excited and just came here wobbly.
The action of the eastern zombie attracted the attention of the two zombies in the middle. The latter two hesitated to turn around. When they saw a living person who was not very clear, they instinctively howled and walked there.
The howl was not as fierce as it used to be, but it was still heard in the quiet and empty hall. Song Fei is not sure whether the zombies have the language of communication, and whether they will be more sensitive to the howling of the same kind. He only knows that the more he drags back for one minute, the higher the risk factor will be.
His eyes lock on the TV set nearest to him, and then he looks at the zombie about seven or eight meters away from the TV set, who has begun to turn in the direction of Qi Yan. Song Fei clenches his teeth The cat crawled out.
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Bing Xueming's clever little landmine was able to master the fire better by dinner time. Although he was still in a bit of a hurry, the two dishes and one soup presented in the end made the male students of wusheng class 1 tearful. I don't know if I've been inspired. With the high level of small mines, the technology of rice week has also improved by leaps and bounds. Not only is it no longer mixed, but it can even be regarded as q-bomb soft glutinous and fragrant.
Sweet and sour sweet sweet and sour tenderloin.
It's salty, fresh and rich.
Clear white gourd and shrimp soup.
With a bowl of crystal clear white rice or chewy steamed bread - under the bombardment of Luo, who loves pasta, rice week had to dig out a frozen steamed bread from the freezer and put it into the rice steamer for heating - what do you want!
Eight people sat in a small circle around the food. They did not move their chopsticks. They were already fascinated by the fragrance of the dishes. This fragrance not only comes from the finished product in front of us, but also comes from the stir frying of the fire on the way to cooking. At this moment, it still doesn't disperse, strongly stimulating everyone's taste buds.
"If you're not going to make a speech or something, I'll eat it." After swallowing a lot of saliva, josch couldn't bear it. He had to fly out to look for food several times.
Luo Geng took a mouthful of steamed bread, stretched out his chopsticks and took away three pieces of eggplant. Without waiting for his friends to blink, another chopstick took away a large piece of ridge. The speed of his hand was almost beyond the scope of human beings.
Josch's black line, he's not asking!
With the great power of example, if you are not polite, I will fly up and down with 16 chopsticks for a while, and I will be very happy to eat them.
Dong.
In the middle of the meal, everyone's speed has slowed down, and they can't stand the constant wheezing, so the muffled sound in the kitchen is very clear.
All the little friends holding rice bowls froze.
Dong, Dong.
Two more!
Song Fei suddenly gets up and runs to the west window. He stealthily opens the blind and looks out.
He had been ready to face the ferocious, but there was no zombie outside the window, only a familiar white radish, tied to the end of a rope made of several plastic bags, was shaking with the rope and kissing their window.
At the beginning of the night, the lights from the shutters covered the turnip in the dark with a strange halo.
Song Fei's tense nerves relaxed, some speechless to drill into the blinds, slightly open the window sash, quickly poke his head out, press the voice to ask: "what's the matter --" after asking, without waiting for an answer, quickly retract back to close the window and lock.
It seemed to be stupefied for a while, then whispered: "look at the radish!"
Across the window, the sound is more ethereal, but Song Fei has been sticking his ears to the window seam, but also all capture. Immediately look back at the white fat radish, this only found that a piece of paper was inserted between the plastic bag rope and the bound radish.
Song Fei opened the window for the second time, reached for the turnip and quickly took off the note. After locking the window again, he pulled out of the blinds. When he opened the note by the light, he saw that it was full of words. First, two lines of large characters were crossed out, and then there were clear and beautiful small characters below -
[when the lights are on, you can smell the fragrance I'm fascinated. I'd like to exchange purple bag for less taste. If you get brocade and add flowers, I'll miss my hometown. If you agree, you can send charcoal in the snow and never forget it. 】
after pondering for a moment, Song Fei held up the note again and tried to identify the big black characters that his father didn't know. Finally, he recognized them one by one under the light. Of course, this is also related to the writer's own font genre, which is extremely bold and unrestrained. No matter how ferocious you smear it, you can't suppress its wanton evil spirit -
[what you do, the smell comes up from the smoke exhaust duct, too damn fragrant]
"what are you looking at?"
The boys watched Song Fei stand in the window and open and close. Now they looked at a strange note and asked questions naturally.
"It seems that we smell our food upstairs. I want to share it." The main idea of the note of class 2 is not difficult to understand, but Song Fei hasn't figured out some details, so he doesn't look back and perfunctorily perfunctorizes his friends and continues to look at the note.
Seven people exchanged a look, the mood is a little delicate.
It's reasonable to say that the students discussed it and shared it. But after all, today is different from the past. It's OK to have a little today, it's OK to have a little tomorrow, it's going to take a month or two. Do you want to give it or not? And since you want something, you have to say something polite. If you smell it, please share it with us. Don't you treat yourself as an outsider?
After a hundred turns, Qi Yan found that Song Fei was still standing there. He was a little puzzled and said, "just two words, don't look so long."
"Who said two words?"
“……”
Song Fei frowned and came over. He handed the note to Qi Yan: "it's very serious. It's very elegant."
Qi Yan took the note and quickly scanned it. Seeing that other students were curious, he simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "you can translate it."As the most authoritative writer in class 1 of wusheng, Li Jingyu lived up to the expectations of the public. He pondered over the note repeatedly, spoke low and soothingly, and was full of both voice and emotion -
"in the evening when the lights were shining, a fragrance awakened our confusion. The rich aroma of the food, coming with the wind, makes our hearts ripple and yearn. If you are willing to use our Porphyra to make a meal, in exchange for a little bit of your cold soup, let the exotic flavor make your dinner more beautiful. We can also miss home in the kind home dishes. If you agree, please tap the small window with radish. We will never forget the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow
Li Jingyu's epilogue dissipates in the empty kitchen, seven pairs of eyes slowly look at Song Fei.
The latter put out his hand: "I said it earlier, just want to ask us for some rice."
All comrades in arms black line: "this and what you said are two letters at all!"
The students of class 2 didn't want to buy food for nothing. They didn't want to take advantage of it. Besides, the letter was simple. At the thought that these six students will continue to have a long and single exotic taste in the future, class 1's comrades in arms suddenly burst out with infinite sympathy.
Barter application, all votes passed. Song Fei collects radishes and knocks at the window here, and Lin Deli packs vegetables and soup there. Soon, Porphyra meal hanging down, home dishes hanging up, fair and reasonable, two happy.
After closing the window, Song Fei walks back with Porphyra rice bag. Unexpectedly, he steps on the snowy water left by the snowball fight. His whole body is unstable and falls to the ground!
With a bang.
Song Fei felt that his chest muscles would be scattered by the ground.
The Porphyra rice bag was thrown two meters away. Fortunately, the bag was tightly tied and did not cause serious consequences.
Jockey quickly got up and came over Pick up the Porphyra bag.
Qi Yan crossed Johns and went to Song Fei. He squatted down to help him
Song Fei shows his teeth in pain. Just as he wants to howl for sympathy, his eyes suddenly flash. Pulling apart Qi Yan's hand, Song Fei leans on the ground and rubs against the shelf beside him. He sticks his face to the ground and looks at the gap under the shelf.
Qi Yan is puzzled. As soon as he comes up with an inquiry, he sees that Song Fei gets up and runs to Zhou Tong and asks, "where's your gun?"
Zhou Junyi was drinking soup and almost didn't spray it out. It took him a long time to realize that he was asking him about the sushi gun. He quickly found the gun for the ancestor and submitted it to him.
Song Fei doesn't talk nonsense either. He takes the gun and runs to the shelf again. He lies down here and stretches the slender metal rod into the gap and sweeps hard!
A black remote is scratched out.
Qi Yan picked up the remote control, a little thought, eyes flash surprise light: "outside the TV?"
Song Fei nodded: "it must be!"
There are two TV sets in the hall on the first floor of the school canteen, which are respectively set up in the East and west half areas. When it comes to dining time, it will be magically turned on. Usually, it's either CCTV or central one. TV is hanging on the height of the load-bearing column, unless stepping on the table, otherwise ordinary students can only look up from afar, can not stretch out their hands to play, let alone adjust the station.
Because most of the students who eat in restaurants will intentionally or unintentionally try to ignore this positive energy, over time, they will integrate the TV and the wall in the spiritual space, which is why Song Fei didn't remember that the canteen has a TV until he found the remote control!
People excited, that was cut off the network cut off the signal, cut off the machine made almost dead heart, and rekindled the flames of hope.
"Or will Songfei's efforts to make the national news sound like a disaster," he said
This is a delicate and even sensitive issue.
I don't know how to answer for a moment. They are not angry youths or Wumao, so they have no way to stand firm and say that they will or will not.
"I think so." Song Fei asked and answered himself, with persistent light in his eyes, "so I want to gamble."
His comrades in arms understood that he was going to rush out and turn on the TV in the hall, risking his life to gamble on their country.
On the 18th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, which had not yet been waiting for any rescue.
"I'll go with you." Qi Yan suddenly said, "information transparency is the first step to fight against this kind of group crisis. I'll gamble with you."
Song Fei looked at him incredulously. His voice was a little dry. After a long time, he said, "what if I lose the bet?"
Qi Yan thought about it seriously and gave a resolute answer: "then I will not let you go as a ghost."
Song Fei
"You two are dying to show us?" Lin Dilei was not angry to insert into the middle of the two people, "we did not say no gambling. But it's not good to break in hard. We have to have a strategy! "
Five minutes later, the door of the back kitchen, which had never been opened since it came in, opened a gap gently. The action of the door opener was very light and quiet, almost without any sound. A half squinting eye behind the gap, looking warily at the hall.
Moonlight from the French window sprinkled in, so that the dark hall cage on a layer of dark unknown. The hall was silent, but there was a dangerous silence. After the crack, the eyes blinked frequently, and finally gradually adapted to the darkness. The next second, the owner of the eyes suddenly covered his mouth and pressed the sound of a cold breath down his throat.The hall is full of zombies!
They are crowded disorderly, the huge number makes the whole hall look like the subway cars in the morning rush hour. The expressionless faces are blue in the moonlight, and the slightly open mouth seems to be waiting for the prey all the time.
The gap closed quietly and locked. Song Fei slid to the ground against the door, feeling his legs still soft.
Zombies are not terrible, but such a dense and frightening scene is still very powerful. If there is no fear of mass phobia, it will be checked out.
"It's all in the hall," Song Fei said incoherently. After a while, he continued, "I can't see the zombies outside these two days. They've all gone to the hall."
Wang Qingyuan: "the whole hall?"
Song Fei: "it's full."
My friends are silent. You don't have to look at it. From my memory, I can replace the spectacular scene of people waiting in the canteen for lunch on Monday with the zombie version.
"Can it go on?" Li Jingyu asked.
"Yes," Song Fei nodded, "the old way is to strike the West with the East."
Zhou Junyi frowned: "if there are so many zombies, you may have to close the window before we attract them. You still can't rush out."
"There has to be a way to attract zombies for a long time..." Song Fei murmured to himself, lost in thought.
On the second floor of the dining hall, Korean food kitchen.
Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how much have you eaten? You still snatched the last bite!"
Zhao he: "the world martial arts, only fast not broken."
Fu Xiyuan: "go away."
Wu Zhou: "how can there be such a beautiful and virtuous girl? If a man wants to marry him, he will die happily in his life."
Feng Qibai: "I think Huang Mo is also good."
He Zhi asked: "height alone has lost a lot."
Huang Mo: "take the pen and I'll write another application letter."
He Zhi asked: "I was wrong..."
"Class 2, let's put radishes --"
the sudden call broke the happy dinner time on the second floor.
When the six of them were staring at each other for a long time, Zhao he and Huang Mo got up. The former had long arms and was responsible for collecting and releasing radish ropes, while the latter had quick thinking and could judge the situation at any time.
The raw radish was put down quickly and put back as it was, but there was also a note on it.
Zhao he opened the note with a few words on it. After reading it, his face turned green.
Huang Mo saw that it was not right. He reached for the note and saw it in the end.
The remaining four students are still waiting. Huang Mo doesn't care about it. He directly publishes the message: "class 1 wants to rush into the hall to turn on the TV and see if there is any outside news in the TV. We need our help."
Everyone was nervous: "how can I help you?"
"Just sing outside the window on the second floor to attract the zombies in the hall. There may be the risk of zombies climbing up. However, according to the observation in recent days, the exterior wall of the canteen is very slippery, which is not a big risk."
"Then help," Wu Zhou didn't even think about it. "It would be great to know the news outside."
The boys nodded together, wondering why Zhao he was so resistant to the effort.
Huang Mo sighed. He wanted to pat Zhao he on the shoulder, but he thought the height was too troublesome. He simply patted the other side on the back of the waist: "cannibal mouth is short, go ahead."
Zhao he snatched back the note and glared fiercely, hoping to burn through the line of words on the paper with his eyes: "it's crazy to sing to attract zombies. This alternative song list is insane!"
Huang Mo: "it's not to let everyone sing. Just choose one we will."
Zhao he: "every capital is a shame, OK?"
Huang Mo: "maybe they have a problem."
Zhao he: "what's the trouble? Can zombies understand the lyrics? They come here when they sing this song, and they are indifferent when they sing that song? "
"That's not true," Huang Mo said after thinking about it. "I guess class 1 may think that these songs will bring them a greater success rate in this battle."
Zhao he: "set buff with songs?"
Huang Mo: "after all, the hope is placed on the motherland. It's easy to understand when you think about it."
The other four were at a loss. Feng Qibai took the note from Zhao he, and without looking at anything else, he ran to the last two rows of recommended songs - "Chinese", "I love you, China", "Chinese flavor", "Chinese beauty"
Half an hour later, the fully armed Song Fei and Qi Yan opened the door again. Through the goggles, they had a longer time to adapt to the dark.
Finally, Qi Yan put his back behind him and gave a thumbs up.
Standing in front of the westernmost window, Zhou opened the window immediately, fished the radish that had been waiting for a few minutes ago, and knocked on the glass twice.
At the moment of closing the window again, the turnip was put away.
The next second, on the second floor, there was a lively and unrestrained chorus——"The Chinese style is so magnificent ~ ~ the Chinese style is so handsome ~ ~ the yellow skin washed by the Yellow River ~ ~ the color will never change for five thousand years ~ ~"
the zombies in the hall are in a riot!
First of all, looking around, it seems that the source of the sound is not clear for a moment. But soon, the zombies in the area near the door ran out one after another. They may not know which direction the sound comes from, but their instinct drives them to run outside!
There were fewer and fewer zombies in the hall.
Song Fei and Qi Yan are tense and dare not relax for a moment.
Finally, the hall empty down, leaving four zombies, I do not know is not interested in singing, or to avoid the cold instinct is stronger, actually still standing in place.
Two of them are relatively close, both in the middle, and the other two are in the East and west half areas, that is to say, the fixed position of the four zombies almost runs across the hall.
Class 2 did not sing a few words in tune, because they almost used to shout, so loud and clear that even the moon hanging in the sky seemed to tremble.
Can't wait any longer, Qi Yan whispered a few words in Song Fei's ear, without waiting for the latter to agree, directly flashed out!
Outside the kitchen is the cooking area. On weekdays, aunts are always standing in this wide area to serve the students. What separates this area from the dining area is a half person high glass fence!
Qi Yan Ran to the center of the vegetable area in one breath. Before, for safety, he and Song Fei had already painted toilet water. He didn't want to lure the enemy now. He could only jump and wave his arms without making a sound.
Although the light was dim, the zombie on the easternmost side still found him. Maybe because he couldn't see clearly or smell clearly, he didn't get excited and just came here wobbly.
The action of the eastern zombie attracted the attention of the two zombies in the middle. The latter two hesitated to turn around. When they saw a living person who was not very clear, they instinctively howled and walked there.
The howl was not as fierce as it used to be, but it was still heard in the quiet and empty hall. Song Fei is not sure whether the zombies have the language of communication, and whether they will be more sensitive to the howling of the same kind. He only knows that the more he drags back for one minute, the higher the risk factor will be.
His eyes lock on the TV set nearest to him, and then he looks at the zombie about seven or eight meters away from the TV set, who has begun to turn in the direction of Qi Yan. Song Fei clenches his teeth The cat crawled out.
Bing Xueming's clever little landmine was able to master the fire better by dinner time. Although he was still in a bit of a hurry, the two dishes and one soup presented in the end made the male students of wusheng class 1 tearful. I don't know if I've been inspired. With the high level of small mines, the technology of rice week has also improved by leaps and bounds. Not only is it no longer mixed, but it can even be regarded as q-bomb soft glutinous and fragrant. Sweet and sour sweet sweet and sour tenderloin. It's salty, fresh and rich. Clear white gourd and shrimp soup. With a bowl of crystal clear white rice or chewy steamed bread - under the bombardment of Luo, who loves pasta, rice week had to dig out a frozen steamed bread from the freezer and put it into the rice steamer for heating - what do you want! Eight people sat in a small circle around the food. They did not move their chopsticks. They were already fascinated by the fragrance of the dishes. This fragrance not only comes from the finished product in front of us, but also comes from the stir frying of the fire on the way to cooking. At this moment, it still doesn't disperse, strongly stimulating everyone's taste buds. "If you're not going to make a speech or something, I'll eat it." After swallowing a lot of saliva, josch couldn't bear it. He had to fly out to look for food several times. Luo Geng took a mouthful of steamed bread, stretched out his chopsticks and took away three pieces of eggplant. Without waiting for his friends to blink, another chopstick took away a large piece of ridge. The speed of his hand was almost beyond the scope of human beings. Josch's black line, he's not asking! With the great power of example, if you are not polite, I will fly up and down with 16 chopsticks for a while, and I will be very happy to eat them. Dong. In the middle of the meal, everyone's speed has slowed down, and they can't stand the constant wheezing, so the muffled sound in the kitchen is very clear. All the little friends holding rice bowls froze. Dong, Dong. Two more! Song Fei suddenly gets up and runs to the west window. He stealthily opens the blind and looks out. He had been ready to face the ferocious, but there was no zombie outside the window, only a familiar white radish, tied to the end of a rope made of several plastic bags, was shaking with the rope and kissing their window. At the beginning of the night, the lights from the shutters covered the turnip in the dark with a strange halo. Song Fei's tense nerves relaxed, some speechless to drill into the blinds, slightly open the window sash, quickly poke his head out, press the voice to ask: "what's the matter --" after asking, without waiting for an answer, quickly retract back to close the window and lock. It seemed to be stupefied for a while, then whispered: "look at the radish!" Across the window, the sound is more ethereal, but Song Fei has been sticking his ears to the window seam, but also all capture. Immediately look back at the white fat radish, this only found that a piece of paper was inserted between the plastic bag rope and the bound radish. Song Fei opened the window for the second time, reached for the turnip and quickly took off the note. After locking the window again, he pulled out of the blinds. When he opened the note by the light, he saw that it was full of words. First, two lines of large characters were crossed out, and then there were clear and beautiful small characters below - when the lights are on, you can smell the fragrance I'm fascinated. I'd like to exchange purple bag for less taste. If you get brocade and add flowers, I'll miss my hometown. If you agree, you can send charcoal in the snow and never forget it. after pondering for a moment, Song Fei held up the note again and tried to identify the big black characters that his father didn't know. Finally, he recognized them one by one under the light. Of course, this is also related to the writer's own font genre, which is extremely bold and unrestrained. No matter how ferocious you smear it, you can't suppress its wanton evil spirit - what you do, the smell comes up from the smoke exhaust duct, too damn fragrant "what are you looking at?" The boys watched Song Fei stand in the window and open and close. Now they looked at a strange note and asked questions naturally. "It seems that we smell our food upstairs. I want to share it." The main idea of the note of class 2 is not difficult to understand, but Song Fei hasn't figured out some details, so he doesn't look back and perfunctorily perfunctorizes his friends and continues to look at the note. Seven people exchanged a look, the mood is a little delicate. It's reasonable to say that the students discussed it and shared it. But after all, today is different from the past. It's OK to have a little today, it's OK to have a little tomorrow, it's going to take a month or two. Do you want to give it or not? And since you want something, you have to say something polite. If you smell it, please share it with us. Don't you treat yourself as an outsider? After a hundred turns, Qi Yan found that Song Fei was still standing there. He was a little puzzled and said, "just two words, don't look so long." "Who said two words?" Song Fei frowned and came over. He handed the note to Qi Yan: "it's very serious. It's very elegant." Qi Yan took the note and quickly scanned it. Seeing that other students were curious, he simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "you can translate it."As the most authoritative writer in class 1 of wusheng, Li Jingyu lived up to the expectations of the public. He pondered over the note repeatedly, spoke low and soothingly, and was full of both voice and emotion - "in the evening when the lights were shining, a fragrance awakened our confusion. The rich aroma of the food, coming with the wind, makes our hearts ripple and yearn. If you are willing to use our Porphyra to make a meal, in exchange for a little bit of your cold soup, let the exotic flavor make your dinner more beautiful. We can also miss home in the kind home dishes. If you agree, please tap the small window with radish. We will never forget the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow Li Jingyu's epilogue dissipates in the empty kitchen, seven pairs of eyes slowly look at Song Fei. The latter put out his hand: "I said it earlier, just want to ask us for some rice." All comrades in arms black line: "this and what you said are two letters at all!" The students of class 2 didn't want to buy food for nothing. They didn't want to take advantage of it. Besides, the letter was simple. At the thought that these six students will continue to have a long and single exotic taste in the future, class 1's comrades in arms suddenly burst out with infinite sympathy. Barter application, all votes passed. Song Fei collects radishes and knocks at the window here, and Lin Deli packs vegetables and soup there. Soon, Porphyra meal hanging down, home dishes hanging up, fair and reasonable, two happy. After closing the window, Song Fei walks back with Porphyra rice bag. Unexpectedly, he steps on the snowy water left by the snowball fight. His whole body is unstable and falls to the ground! With a bang. Song Fei felt that his chest muscles would be scattered by the ground. The Porphyra rice bag was thrown two meters away. Fortunately, the bag was tightly tied and did not cause serious consequences. Jockey quickly got up and came over Pick up the Porphyra bag. Qi Yan crossed Johns and went to Song Fei. He squatted down to help him Song Fei shows his teeth in pain. Just as he wants to howl for sympathy, his eyes suddenly flash. Pulling apart Qi Yan's hand, Song Fei leans on the ground and rubs against the shelf beside him. He sticks his face to the ground and looks at the gap under the shelf. Qi Yan is puzzled. As soon as he comes up with an inquiry, he sees that Song Fei gets up and runs to Zhou Tong and asks, "where's your gun?" Zhou Junyi was drinking soup and almost didn't spray it out. It took him a long time to realize that he was asking him about the sushi gun. He quickly found the gun for the ancestor and submitted it to him. Song Fei doesn't talk nonsense either. He takes the gun and runs to the shelf again. He lies down here and stretches the slender metal rod into the gap and sweeps hard! A black remote is scratched out. Qi Yan picked up the remote control, a little thought, eyes flash surprise light: "outside the TV?" Song Fei nodded: "it must be!" There are two TV sets in the hall on the first floor of the school canteen, which are respectively set up in the East and west half areas. When it comes to dining time, it will be magically turned on. Usually, it's either CCTV or central one. TV is hanging on the height of the load-bearing column, unless stepping on the table, otherwise ordinary students can only look up from afar, can not stretch out their hands to play, let alone adjust the station. Because most of the students who eat in restaurants will intentionally or unintentionally try to ignore this positive energy, over time, they will integrate the TV and the wall in the spiritual space, which is why Song Fei didn't remember that the canteen has a TV until he found the remote control! People excited, that was cut off the network cut off the signal, cut off the machine made almost dead heart, and rekindled the flames of hope. "Or will Songfei's efforts to make the national news sound like a disaster," he said This is a delicate and even sensitive issue. I don't know how to answer for a moment. They are not angry youths or Wumao, so they have no way to stand firm and say that they will or will not. "I think so." Song Fei asked and answered himself, with persistent light in his eyes, "so I want to gamble." His comrades in arms understood that he was going to rush out and turn on the TV in the hall, risking his life to gamble on their country. On the 18th day of the outbreak of the corpse tide, which had not yet been waiting for any rescue. "I'll go with you." Qi Yan suddenly said, "information transparency is the first step to fight against this kind of group crisis. I'll gamble with you." Song Fei looked at him incredulously. His voice was a little dry. After a long time, he said, "what if I lose the bet?" Qi Yan thought about it seriously and gave a resolute answer: "then I will not let you go as a ghost." Song Fei "You two are dying to show us?" Lin Dilei was not angry to insert into the middle of the two people, "we did not say no gambling. But it's not good to break in hard. We have to have a strategy! " Five minutes later, the door of the back kitchen, which had never been opened since it came in, opened a gap gently. The action of the door opener was very light and quiet, almost without any sound. A half squinting eye behind the gap, looking warily at the hall. Moonlight from the French window sprinkled in, so that the dark hall cage on a layer of dark unknown. The hall was silent, but there was a dangerous silence. After the crack, the eyes blinked frequently, and finally gradually adapted to the darkness. The next second, the owner of the eyes suddenly covered his mouth and pressed the sound of a cold breath down his throat.The hall is full of zombies! They are crowded disorderly, the huge number makes the whole hall look like the subway cars in the morning rush hour. The expressionless faces are blue in the moonlight, and the slightly open mouth seems to be waiting for the prey all the time. The gap closed quietly and locked. Song Fei slid to the ground against the door, feeling his legs still soft. Zombies are not terrible, but such a dense and frightening scene is still very powerful. If there is no fear of mass phobia, it will be checked out. "It's all in the hall," Song Fei said incoherently. After a while, he continued, "I can't see the zombies outside these two days. They've all gone to the hall." Wang Qingyuan: "the whole hall?" Song Fei: "it's full." My friends are silent. You don't have to look at it. From my memory, I can replace the spectacular scene of people waiting in the canteen for lunch on Monday with the zombie version. "Can it go on?" Li Jingyu asked. "Yes," Song Fei nodded, "the old way is to strike the West with the East." Zhou Junyi frowned: "if there are so many zombies, you may have to close the window before we attract them. You still can't rush out." "There has to be a way to attract zombies for a long time..." Song Fei murmured to himself, lost in thought. On the second floor of the dining hall, Korean food kitchen. Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how much have you eaten? You still snatched the last bite!" Zhao he: "the world martial arts, only fast not broken." Fu Xiyuan: "go away." Wu Zhou: "how can there be such a beautiful and virtuous girl? If a man wants to marry him, he will die happily in his life." Feng Qibai: "I think Huang Mo is also good." He Zhi asked: "height alone has lost a lot." Huang Mo: "take the pen and I'll write another application letter." He Zhi asked: "I was wrong..." "Class 2, let's put radishes --" the sudden call broke the happy dinner time on the second floor. When the six of them were staring at each other for a long time, Zhao he and Huang Mo got up. The former had long arms and was responsible for collecting and releasing radish ropes, while the latter had quick thinking and could judge the situation at any time. The raw radish was put down quickly and put back as it was, but there was also a note on it. Zhao he opened the note with a few words on it. After reading it, his face turned green. Huang Mo saw that it was not right. He reached for the note and saw it in the end. The remaining four students are still waiting. Huang Mo doesn't care about it. He directly publishes the message: "class 1 wants to rush into the hall to turn on the TV and see if there is any outside news in the TV. We need our help." Everyone was nervous: "how can I help you?" "Just sing outside the window on the second floor to attract the zombies in the hall. There may be the risk of zombies climbing up. However, according to the observation in recent days, the exterior wall of the canteen is very slippery, which is not a big risk." "Then help," Wu Zhou didn't even think about it. "It would be great to know the news outside." The boys nodded together, wondering why Zhao he was so resistant to the effort. Huang Mo sighed. He wanted to pat Zhao he on the shoulder, but he thought the height was too troublesome. He simply patted the other side on the back of the waist: "cannibal mouth is short, go ahead." Zhao he snatched back the note and glared fiercely, hoping to burn through the line of words on the paper with his eyes: "it's crazy to sing to attract zombies. This alternative song list is insane!" Huang Mo: "it's not to let everyone sing. Just choose one we will." Zhao he: "every capital is a shame, OK?" Huang Mo: "maybe they have a problem." Zhao he: "what's the trouble? Can zombies understand the lyrics? They come here when they sing this song, and they are indifferent when they sing that song? " "That's not true," Huang Mo said after thinking about it. "I guess class 1 may think that these songs will bring them a greater success rate in this battle." Zhao he: "set buff with songs?" Huang Mo: "after all, the hope is placed on the motherland. It's easy to understand when you think about it." The other four were at a loss. Feng Qibai took the note from Zhao he, and without looking at anything else, he ran to the last two rows of recommended songs - "Chinese", "I love you, China", "Chinese flavor", "Chinese beauty" Half an hour later, the fully armed Song Fei and Qi Yan opened the door again. Through the goggles, they had a longer time to adapt to the dark. Finally, Qi Yan put his back behind him and gave a thumbs up. Standing in front of the westernmost window, Zhou opened the window immediately, fished the radish that had been waiting for a few minutes ago, and knocked on the glass twice. At the moment of closing the window again, the turnip was put away. The next second, on the second floor, there was a lively and unrestrained chorus"The Chinese style is so magnificent ~ ~ the Chinese style is so handsome ~ ~ the yellow skin washed by the Yellow River ~ ~ the color will never change for five thousand years ~ ~" the zombies in the hall are in a riot! First of all, looking around, it seems that the source of the sound is not clear for a moment. But soon, the zombies in the area near the door ran out one after another. They may not know which direction the sound comes from, but their instinct drives them to run outside! There were fewer and fewer zombies in the hall. Song Fei and Qi Yan are tense and dare not relax for a moment. Finally, the hall empty down, leaving four zombies, I do not know is not interested in singing, or to avoid the cold instinct is stronger, actually still standing in place. Two of them are relatively close, both in the middle, and the other two are in the East and west half areas, that is to say, the fixed position of the four zombies almost runs across the hall. Class 2 did not sing a few words in tune, because they almost used to shout, so loud and clear that even the moon hanging in the sky seemed to tremble. Can't wait any longer, Qi Yan whispered a few words in Song Fei's ear, without waiting for the latter to agree, directly flashed out! Outside the kitchen is the cooking area. On weekdays, aunts are always standing in this wide area to serve the students. What separates this area from the dining area is a half person high glass fence! Qi Yan Ran to the center of the vegetable area in one breath. Before, for safety, he and Song Fei had already painted toilet water. He didn't want to lure the enemy now. He could only jump and wave his arms without making a sound. Although the light was dim, the zombie on the easternmost side still found him. Maybe because he couldn't see clearly or smell clearly, he didn't get excited and just came here wobbly. The action of the eastern zombie attracted the attention of the two zombies in the middle. The latter two hesitated to turn around. When they saw a living person who was not very clear, they instinctively howled and walked there. The howl was not as fierce as it used to be, but it was still heard in the quiet and empty hall. Song Fei is not sure whether the zombies have the language of communication, and whether they will be more sensitive to the howling of the same kind. He only knows that the more he drags back for one minute, the higher the risk factor will be. His eyes lock on the TV set nearest to him, and then he looks at the zombie about seven or eight meters away from the TV set, who has begun to turn in the direction of Qi Yan. Song Fei clenches his teeth The cat crawled out.
