Chapter 72
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The ninth floor of Yixin building is capped. It is needless to say that there are three elevators. They are located at both ends of the corridor and in the middle of the corridor. However, the middle is wide and decorative, connecting the hall on the first floor. The two ends are not so grand, mainly for practicability and fire escape.
The marble staircase Zhao he is now stepping on is the one in the middle. It's magnificent. Even the handrails of the staircase are made of roman columns. It's quite like the British palace.
However, due to his limited artistic accomplishment, Heibu couldn't appreciate it. He only felt that his vision was broad, especially when he rubbed his back against one side of the handrail, so that he could look up and down the stairs.
The two zombies downstairs now Dangle to the stairway. Fortunately, Zhao he has arrived at the middle platform of the first and second floors of stairs. He clings to the wall and does not move. He turns into a 3D poster, successfully hiding the truth from the world.
When the zombie wanders further away, Zhao he looks at the empty stairway on the second floor and prays silently that the corridor is as clean as this. That's the best. Finally, he holds his breath and rushes up!
As soon as Zhao he's long legs were thrown away, he took a few steps to the second floor. No time to see the corridor, because his goal has never been here, as long as the stairs can continue to climb up, no matter how few people are in the corridor or the crowd is surging.
There was almost no pause. At the moment when both feet stepped on the second floor, Zhao he grabbed the railing with one hand, turned around with his right foot as the axis, and his left leg was up again. Looking at the range, he could step up three steps!
When the pain spread from the chest to the whole body, Zhao he was ignorant. He didn't know how he had fallen onto the steps, and his chest was on the edge of the steps. Other people broke big stones on his chest. He broke big stones on his chest. It was more than smashing. It was powder smashing!
Almost out of his wits, the only thing he was glad for was that he didn't let go of his hand holding the railing and held the bottom of it at the last moment. Otherwise, the fall would not be a broken chest, and he would probably have broken his head and blood.
The body is still being pulled down, Zhao he finally reacts, someone hugs his thigh!
Instinct drove him to kick his feet fiercely immediately. After several kicks in a row, he turned back to see that the girl holding him was a bulingbuling Indian girl. Although the angle of even lying down and embracing her thighs was not conducive to watching, she also saw that she was graceful, plump and beautiful before she was born.
The only drawback is that at the moment, she is holding her thigh tightly. If it wasn't for Zhao he's kicking too hard, she would have eaten it.
And this box of Indian girls threw themselves in their arms, and six more revolutionary girls ran out of the corridor over there!
There are three of them, Yishui's blue short cloth military uniform, arms with red sleeve logo, and some of them also hold the chopper, which is dazzling and frightening though it is a knife at first sight. As a male classmate, Zhao he always has a sense of fear that he will be pulled out to fight.
Another pair of Latin dancers, handsome men and beautiful women, Zhao he even thinks that they are not running, but twisting!
After all, there is a male classmate, but the enchanting body is charming, even if it becomes a zombie, it can't be damaged!
Zhao he is not afraid of zombies, but it does not mean that he is indifferent to the dressed zombies! It's a crime to make up in such a miserable night! The great achievement of fear!
After all, he had a professional background, even a normal male classmate could crush him, let alone an infected female classmate. He ran up to the third floor and took a look at the corridor on the right side, almost crying, no zombies!
Without saying a word, Zhao he flew out like a bullet and ran in the direction of his comrades in arms!
Clang -
after running for two steps, Zhao he only felt a gust of wind in his ear. Something rubbed his face and finally fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he had run to the "falling object" and saw a bright carving knife on the marble floor.
Zhao he immediately responded and ran away, even without looking back, shouting: "Wuzhou --"
in the lifeless Yixin building, the sound was like thunder, breaking through the sky!
Not far away, a classroom door opened quickly. Before Zhao he could see the protruding head clearly, he heard the familiar voice: "Zhao he, here --"
Wu Zhou is a broken Gong voice. It's not pleasant to talk, but it's more harsh to shout.
But at the moment, Zhao he in a warm current surge, only think of two words, sounds of nature.
As soon as he rushed into the classroom and closed the door, Zhao he finally saw that behind him, in addition to the group of demons on the second floor, there was a new team with knives on the third floor. Most of the teams had small lethal weapons in their hands, which was very similar to the carving knives he had thrown before. But because the door was closed only for a moment, he didn't see much.
Bang bang!
Smashed the door, even smashed the classroom!
Wu Zhou, Zhao he, and Feng Qibai stood up to the door, but they didn't dare to say anything. They just fought in silence, for fear that the zombies outside would be more excited.About five minutes later, the smash gradually weakened. After another two minutes, it completely disappeared.
As soon as Zhao he was about to open his mouth, Feng Qibai made a shush gesture and pointed to the inner room to indicate that he was speaking.
Three people quietly moved to the inner room, Zhao he also saw that he was not in an ordinary classroom, but a sculpture classroom. There are two compartments inside and outside. There are doors and windows outside. Except that there are no desks and chairs, the structure is the same as that of an ordinary classroom. Inside, it is like a space separated from the back. There are no windows and no doors. It's appropriate to say that the "inner room" is more closed and private.
In both areas, there are some semi-finished sculptures, some of which can be seen, some of which are still confused, while the paintings on the walls are masterpieces of various periods, such as David, Venus, discus thrower and so on, which set off a strong artistic atmosphere.
As soon as he entered Li Jian, Wu Zhou gave Zhao he a bear hug!
Zhao he's eyes are sour, but he still pretends to pat his comrades in arms on the back of the head, teasing: "this kind of excited embrace is better to wait until the Universiade delisted."
Wu Zhou let go of his comrades in arms, and his face was still full of excitement. "Then I won't have another chance to hold you in my life!"
Zhao he has a black line. He's not angry enough to give him a punch.
Wu Zhou has a good time.
Feng Qibai is also a little excited by his comrades in arms, but he never likes to show his emotions. Although he is always evaluated as gloomy and melancholy, it's not a bad thing for artists to have a bit of maverick temperament. So hesitated again and again, or swallow warm words, straight to the theme: "where do you come from, how on your own?"
Zhao he is used to his cold head and cold face, and he reports the situation of Gewu building.
At the end of the speech, he sighed: "I guess you two didn't come back. By chance, I saw the zombie body pushed down by you two, and found it by the smell of toilet water."
"We both want to go back. We have to run out." Wu Zhou looked despairing. "This building is a mess. If you can find a hiding place here, you'll have a narrow escape."
This words can poke to Zhao he painful place, immediately heart is sad Yan to hold the comrade in arms hands: "is not very miss our Sports Institute building?"
Wu Zhou forcefully counter grip: "the Department is uniform, the students are simple and rude!"
Feng Qibai squinted at the two comrades in arms and gently reminded them, "when you speak ill of others, can you avoid the master?"
Zhao he loosened Wu Zhou, turned to Feng Qibai, and said from the bottom of his heart, "if you are hugged by a bulingbulign Indian sister, you will understand my feelings."
Feng Qibai pointed to the goggles which had been dried, but still had saliva marks on them. He shrugged: "let's change. I'll let the Indian girl hold her thigh, and you'll let the ballet students bite."
Zhao he
Wu Zhou heaved a heavy sigh and sat down with his two little friends: "don't embarrass the poor people."
After Feng Qibai's popular science, Zhao Hecai really understood the structure of Yixin building for the first time. Although there are nine floors, they belong to four different departments: dance department, painting department, vocal music department and sculpture department. The first and second floor is dance department, the third and fourth floor is sculpture department, the fifth and sixth floor is painting department, the seventh floor is office department, and the fourth floor is vocal music department.
This is not difficult to explain why Zhao he met in the first and second floor are strange clothes, but to the third floor is Xiao Li Feidao.
But -
"do you usually wear formal clothes for training?"
"It's not training, it's rehearsal." Feng Qibai corrected.
Zhao Hejun: "it's almost the same anyway."
Every other line is like a mountain. Feng Qibai gives up and answers directly: "the accident happened just before the new year's party. It should be a dress rehearsal with makeup on the weekend."
Zhao he suddenly realized: "so that Indian girl should be dancing Indian dance. I also saw Latin dance, but that military uniform dance is very special..."
Feng Qibai: "ballet, Red Detachment of women."
“……” No wonder he always feels dignified.
They are all in the same building when they come out and go in. Even if Feng Qibai is not interested, he has to be influenced by the hot customs of the dance department every day. Occasionally, when he meets the overflowing people, he can dance in the hall on the first floor. It's OK to meet his sister. When he meets his male classmate, he wants to throw a carving knife at him.
The colder Feng Qibai is, the more popular he is. The ambiguous wechat he has received since he entered the school can make up for his younger sister, not only the girl, but also the man, which makes him quit the wechat group of the art academy and end up out of sight and out of mind.
However, there is no need to share these sad past with comrades in arms: "do you mean Qi Yan, they will act tomorrow night?"
Zhao he nodded: "Qi Yan said so."
Feng Qibai doubts, after all, time is very precious for them now: "will it be to cheat you to go back to the canteen, deliberately say so?"
"I don't think so," Zhao he thought. "When he found Song Fei, he was already exhausted. That guy never fought unprepared battles, and it's impossible to continue to fight hard."
Feng Qibai then remembered what Zhao he said. Qi Yan ran back and forth for several hours without interruption, and his heroic rescue was incredible. He could not help but sigh: "true love."Zhao he was stunned, Wu Zhou also surprised: "did you know?"
Feng Qibai frowned: "how possible."
Although nearly half an hour has passed since Zhao he told Qi Yanke about the world of Qi Yanke and song Feike about Qi Yan, Wu Zhou is still in shock, so it's natural to be puzzled to see feng Qibai so calm.
"This kind of thing is too common," Feng Qibai explained with a rare kindness, "in our hospital, even a punishment is not enough."
Zhao he sincerely raised his hand and asked the weak for advice: "excuse me, how can I get a punishment?"
"I don't know," said Feng Qibai, blowing his bangs and his eyes were clear. "I'm a good student."
Zhao he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he couldn't grasp anything.
Wu Zhou glanced at the four different types of blood stained carving knives on the ground. In the flashback of Feng's fighting figure, he silently turned to look out of the window.
Ah, the moon tonight, really
"Don't look at the moon," Feng Qibai said in a cold voice, pulling back Wu's mind. "Since eight of us are scattered now, we need to find a way to exchange information. We'd better meet them when they get the radio."
"Communication is not simple," Zhao he said, clearing his throat. I've been singing huanzhuge for several hours just now, and the magic sound has reached the full level. Now the red and blue are almost slow. I feel that I can howl for another 500 years. "
Wu Zhou suddenly realized: "Damn, it's you. I don't know. I thought it was a zombie howl. If you ask Feng Qibai, I'll discuss with him. What kind of zombies do they howl like night owls? "
Zhao he
Wu Zhou: "Er, but after listening to it for a long time, it's really tasteful..."
Zhao he: "you are too stiff round!"
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The ninth floor of Yixin building is capped. It is needless to say that there are three elevators. They are located at both ends of the corridor and in the middle of the corridor. However, the middle is wide and decorative, connecting the hall on the first floor. The two ends are not so grand, mainly for practicability and fire escape.
The marble staircase Zhao he is now stepping on is the one in the middle. It's magnificent. Even the handrails of the staircase are made of roman columns. It's quite like the British palace.
However, due to his limited artistic accomplishment, Heibu couldn't appreciate it. He only felt that his vision was broad, especially when he rubbed his back against one side of the handrail, so that he could look up and down the stairs.
The two zombies downstairs now Dangle to the stairway. Fortunately, Zhao he has arrived at the middle platform of the first and second floors of stairs. He clings to the wall and does not move. He turns into a 3D poster, successfully hiding the truth from the world.
When the zombie wanders further away, Zhao he looks at the empty stairway on the second floor and prays silently that the corridor is as clean as this. That's the best. Finally, he holds his breath and rushes up!
As soon as Zhao he's long legs were thrown away, he took a few steps to the second floor. No time to see the corridor, because his goal has never been here, as long as the stairs can continue to climb up, no matter how few people are in the corridor or the crowd is surging.
There was almost no pause. At the moment when both feet stepped on the second floor, Zhao he grabbed the railing with one hand, turned around with his right foot as the axis, and his left leg was up again. Looking at the range, he could step up three steps!
When the pain spread from the chest to the whole body, Zhao he was ignorant. He didn't know how he had fallen onto the steps, and his chest was on the edge of the steps. Other people broke big stones on his chest. He broke big stones on his chest. It was more than smashing. It was powder smashing!
Almost out of his wits, the only thing he was glad for was that he didn't let go of his hand holding the railing and held the bottom of it at the last moment. Otherwise, the fall would not be a broken chest, and he would probably have broken his head and blood.
The body is still being pulled down, Zhao he finally reacts, someone hugs his thigh!
Instinct drove him to kick his feet fiercely immediately. After several kicks in a row, he turned back to see that the girl holding him was a bulingbuling Indian girl. Although the angle of even lying down and embracing her thighs was not conducive to watching, she also saw that she was graceful, plump and beautiful before she was born.
The only drawback is that at the moment, she is holding her thigh tightly. If it wasn't for Zhao he's kicking too hard, she would have eaten it.
And this box of Indian girls threw themselves in their arms, and six more revolutionary girls ran out of the corridor over there!
There are three of them, Yishui's blue short cloth military uniform, arms with red sleeve logo, and some of them also hold the chopper, which is dazzling and frightening though it is a knife at first sight. As a male classmate, Zhao he always has a sense of fear that he will be pulled out to fight.
Another pair of Latin dancers, handsome men and beautiful women, Zhao he even thinks that they are not running, but twisting!
After all, there is a male classmate, but the enchanting body is charming, even if it becomes a zombie, it can't be damaged!
Zhao he is not afraid of zombies, but it does not mean that he is indifferent to the dressed zombies! It's a crime to make up in such a miserable night! The great achievement of fear!
After all, he had a professional background, even a normal male classmate could crush him, let alone an infected female classmate. He ran up to the third floor and took a look at the corridor on the right side, almost crying, no zombies!
Without saying a word, Zhao he flew out like a bullet and ran in the direction of his comrades in arms!
Clang -
after running for two steps, Zhao he only felt a gust of wind in his ear. Something rubbed his face and finally fell to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, he had run to the "falling object" and saw a bright carving knife on the marble floor.
Zhao he immediately responded and ran away, even without looking back, shouting: "Wuzhou --"
in the lifeless Yixin building, the sound was like thunder, breaking through the sky!
Not far away, a classroom door opened quickly. Before Zhao he could see the protruding head clearly, he heard the familiar voice: "Zhao he, here --"
Wu Zhou is a broken Gong voice. It's not pleasant to talk, but it's more harsh to shout.
But at the moment, Zhao he in a warm current surge, only think of two words, sounds of nature.
As soon as he rushed into the classroom and closed the door, Zhao he finally saw that behind him, in addition to the group of demons on the second floor, there was a new team with knives on the third floor. Most of the teams had small lethal weapons in their hands, which was very similar to the carving knives he had thrown before. But because the door was closed only for a moment, he didn't see much.
Bang bang!
Smashed the door, even smashed the classroom!
Wu Zhou, Zhao he, and Feng Qibai stood up to the door, but they didn't dare to say anything. They just fought in silence, for fear that the zombies outside would be more excited.About five minutes later, the smash gradually weakened. After another two minutes, it completely disappeared.
As soon as Zhao he was about to open his mouth, Feng Qibai made a shush gesture and pointed to the inner room to indicate that he was speaking.
Three people quietly moved to the inner room, Zhao he also saw that he was not in an ordinary classroom, but a sculpture classroom. There are two compartments inside and outside. There are doors and windows outside. Except that there are no desks and chairs, the structure is the same as that of an ordinary classroom. Inside, it is like a space separated from the back. There are no windows and no doors. It's appropriate to say that the "inner room" is more closed and private.
In both areas, there are some semi-finished sculptures, some of which can be seen, some of which are still confused, while the paintings on the walls are masterpieces of various periods, such as David, Venus, discus thrower and so on, which set off a strong artistic atmosphere.
As soon as he entered Li Jian, Wu Zhou gave Zhao he a bear hug!
Zhao he's eyes are sour, but he still pretends to pat his comrades in arms on the back of the head, teasing: "this kind of excited embrace is better to wait until the Universiade delisted."
Wu Zhou let go of his comrades in arms, and his face was still full of excitement. "Then I won't have another chance to hold you in my life!"
Zhao he has a black line. He's not angry enough to give him a punch.
Wu Zhou has a good time.
Feng Qibai is also a little excited by his comrades in arms, but he never likes to show his emotions. Although he is always evaluated as gloomy and melancholy, it's not a bad thing for artists to have a bit of maverick temperament. So hesitated again and again, or swallow warm words, straight to the theme: "where do you come from, how on your own?"
Zhao he is used to his cold head and cold face, and he reports the situation of Gewu building.
At the end of the speech, he sighed: "I guess you two didn't come back. By chance, I saw the zombie body pushed down by you two, and found it by the smell of toilet water."
"We both want to go back. We have to run out." Wu Zhou looked despairing. "This building is a mess. If you can find a hiding place here, you'll have a narrow escape."
This words can poke to Zhao he painful place, immediately heart is sad Yan to hold the comrade in arms hands: "is not very miss our Sports Institute building?"
Wu Zhou forcefully counter grip: "the Department is uniform, the students are simple and rude!"
Feng Qibai squinted at the two comrades in arms and gently reminded them, "when you speak ill of others, can you avoid the master?"
Zhao he loosened Wu Zhou, turned to Feng Qibai, and said from the bottom of his heart, "if you are hugged by a bulingbulign Indian sister, you will understand my feelings."
Feng Qibai pointed to the goggles which had been dried, but still had saliva marks on them. He shrugged: "let's change. I'll let the Indian girl hold her thigh, and you'll let the ballet students bite."
Zhao he
Wu Zhou heaved a heavy sigh and sat down with his two little friends: "don't embarrass the poor people."
After Feng Qibai's popular science, Zhao Hecai really understood the structure of Yixin building for the first time. Although there are nine floors, they belong to four different departments: dance department, painting department, vocal music department and sculpture department. The first and second floor is dance department, the third and fourth floor is sculpture department, the fifth and sixth floor is painting department, the seventh floor is office department, and the fourth floor is vocal music department.
This is not difficult to explain why Zhao he met in the first and second floor are strange clothes, but to the third floor is Xiao Li Feidao.
But -
"do you usually wear formal clothes for training?"
"It's not training, it's rehearsal." Feng Qibai corrected.
Zhao Hejun: "it's almost the same anyway."
Every other line is like a mountain. Feng Qibai gives up and answers directly: "the accident happened just before the new year's party. It should be a dress rehearsal with makeup on the weekend."
Zhao he suddenly realized: "so that Indian girl should be dancing Indian dance. I also saw Latin dance, but that military uniform dance is very special..."
Feng Qibai: "ballet, Red Detachment of women."
“……” No wonder he always feels dignified.
They are all in the same building when they come out and go in. Even if Feng Qibai is not interested, he has to be influenced by the hot customs of the dance department every day. Occasionally, when he meets the overflowing people, he can dance in the hall on the first floor. It's OK to meet his sister. When he meets his male classmate, he wants to throw a carving knife at him.
The colder Feng Qibai is, the more popular he is. The ambiguous wechat he has received since he entered the school can make up for his younger sister, not only the girl, but also the man, which makes him quit the wechat group of the art academy and end up out of sight and out of mind.
However, there is no need to share these sad past with comrades in arms: "do you mean Qi Yan, they will act tomorrow night?"
Zhao he nodded: "Qi Yan said so."
Feng Qibai doubts, after all, time is very precious for them now: "will it be to cheat you to go back to the canteen, deliberately say so?"
"I don't think so," Zhao he thought. "When he found Song Fei, he was already exhausted. That guy never fought unprepared battles, and it's impossible to continue to fight hard."
Feng Qibai then remembered what Zhao he said. Qi Yan ran back and forth for several hours without interruption, and his heroic rescue was incredible. He could not help but sigh: "true love."Zhao he was stunned, Wu Zhou also surprised: "did you know?"
Feng Qibai frowned: "how possible."
Although nearly half an hour has passed since Zhao he told Qi Yanke about the world of Qi Yanke and song Feike about Qi Yan, Wu Zhou is still in shock, so it's natural to be puzzled to see feng Qibai so calm.
"This kind of thing is too common," Feng Qibai explained with a rare kindness, "in our hospital, even a punishment is not enough."
Zhao he sincerely raised his hand and asked the weak for advice: "excuse me, how can I get a punishment?"
"I don't know," said Feng Qibai, blowing his bangs and his eyes were clear. "I'm a good student."
Zhao he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he couldn't grasp anything.
Wu Zhou glanced at the four different types of blood stained carving knives on the ground. In the flashback of Feng's fighting figure, he silently turned to look out of the window.
Ah, the moon tonight, really
"Don't look at the moon," Feng Qibai said in a cold voice, pulling back Wu's mind. "Since eight of us are scattered now, we need to find a way to exchange information. We'd better meet them when they get the radio."
"Communication is not simple," Zhao he said, clearing his throat. I've been singing huanzhuge for several hours just now, and the magic sound has reached the full level. Now the red and blue are almost slow. I feel that I can howl for another 500 years. "
Wu Zhou suddenly realized: "Damn, it's you. I don't know. I thought it was a zombie howl. If you ask Feng Qibai, I'll discuss with him. What kind of zombies do they howl like night owls? "
Zhao he
Wu Zhou: "Er, but after listening to it for a long time, it's really tasteful..."
Zhao he: "you are too stiff round!"
The ninth floor of Yixin building is capped. It is needless to say that there are three elevators. They are located at both ends of the corridor and in the middle of the corridor. However, the middle is wide and decorative, connecting the hall on the first floor. The two ends are not so grand, mainly for practicability and fire escape. The marble staircase Zhao he is now stepping on is the one in the middle. It's magnificent. Even the handrails of the staircase are made of roman columns. It's quite like the British palace. However, due to his limited artistic accomplishment, Heibu couldn't appreciate it. He only felt that his vision was broad, especially when he rubbed his back against one side of the handrail, so that he could look up and down the stairs. The two zombies downstairs now Dangle to the stairway. Fortunately, Zhao he has arrived at the middle platform of the first and second floors of stairs. He clings to the wall and does not move. He turns into a 3D poster, successfully hiding the truth from the world. When the zombie wanders further away, Zhao he looks at the empty stairway on the second floor and prays silently that the corridor is as clean as this. That's the best. Finally, he holds his breath and rushes up! As soon as Zhao he's long legs were thrown away, he took a few steps to the second floor. No time to see the corridor, because his goal has never been here, as long as the stairs can continue to climb up, no matter how few people are in the corridor or the crowd is surging. There was almost no pause. At the moment when both feet stepped on the second floor, Zhao he grabbed the railing with one hand, turned around with his right foot as the axis, and his left leg was up again. Looking at the range, he could step up three steps! When the pain spread from the chest to the whole body, Zhao he was ignorant. He didn't know how he had fallen onto the steps, and his chest was on the edge of the steps. Other people broke big stones on his chest. He broke big stones on his chest. It was more than smashing. It was powder smashing! Almost out of his wits, the only thing he was glad for was that he didn't let go of his hand holding the railing and held the bottom of it at the last moment. Otherwise, the fall would not be a broken chest, and he would probably have broken his head and blood. The body is still being pulled down, Zhao he finally reacts, someone hugs his thigh! Instinct drove him to kick his feet fiercely immediately. After several kicks in a row, he turned back to see that the girl holding him was a bulingbuling Indian girl. Although the angle of even lying down and embracing her thighs was not conducive to watching, she also saw that she was graceful, plump and beautiful before she was born. The only drawback is that at the moment, she is holding her thigh tightly. If it wasn't for Zhao he's kicking too hard, she would have eaten it. And this box of Indian girls threw themselves in their arms, and six more revolutionary girls ran out of the corridor over there! There are three of them, Yishui's blue short cloth military uniform, arms with red sleeve logo, and some of them also hold the chopper, which is dazzling and frightening though it is a knife at first sight. As a male classmate, Zhao he always has a sense of fear that he will be pulled out to fight. Another pair of Latin dancers, handsome men and beautiful women, Zhao he even thinks that they are not running, but twisting! After all, there is a male classmate, but the enchanting body is charming, even if it becomes a zombie, it can't be damaged! Zhao he is not afraid of zombies, but it does not mean that he is indifferent to the dressed zombies! It's a crime to make up in such a miserable night! The great achievement of fear! After all, he had a professional background, even a normal male classmate could crush him, let alone an infected female classmate. He ran up to the third floor and took a look at the corridor on the right side, almost crying, no zombies! Without saying a word, Zhao he flew out like a bullet and ran in the direction of his comrades in arms! Clang - after running for two steps, Zhao he only felt a gust of wind in his ear. Something rubbed his face and finally fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, he had run to the "falling object" and saw a bright carving knife on the marble floor. Zhao he immediately responded and ran away, even without looking back, shouting: "Wuzhou --" in the lifeless Yixin building, the sound was like thunder, breaking through the sky! Not far away, a classroom door opened quickly. Before Zhao he could see the protruding head clearly, he heard the familiar voice: "Zhao he, here --" Wu Zhou is a broken Gong voice. It's not pleasant to talk, but it's more harsh to shout. But at the moment, Zhao he in a warm current surge, only think of two words, sounds of nature. As soon as he rushed into the classroom and closed the door, Zhao he finally saw that behind him, in addition to the group of demons on the second floor, there was a new team with knives on the third floor. Most of the teams had small lethal weapons in their hands, which was very similar to the carving knives he had thrown before. But because the door was closed only for a moment, he didn't see much. Bang bang! Smashed the door, even smashed the classroom! Wu Zhou, Zhao he, and Feng Qibai stood up to the door, but they didn't dare to say anything. They just fought in silence, for fear that the zombies outside would be more excited.About five minutes later, the smash gradually weakened. After another two minutes, it completely disappeared. As soon as Zhao he was about to open his mouth, Feng Qibai made a shush gesture and pointed to the inner room to indicate that he was speaking. Three people quietly moved to the inner room, Zhao he also saw that he was not in an ordinary classroom, but a sculpture classroom. There are two compartments inside and outside. There are doors and windows outside. Except that there are no desks and chairs, the structure is the same as that of an ordinary classroom. Inside, it is like a space separated from the back. There are no windows and no doors. It's appropriate to say that the "inner room" is more closed and private. In both areas, there are some semi-finished sculptures, some of which can be seen, some of which are still confused, while the paintings on the walls are masterpieces of various periods, such as David, Venus, discus thrower and so on, which set off a strong artistic atmosphere. As soon as he entered Li Jian, Wu Zhou gave Zhao he a bear hug! Zhao he's eyes are sour, but he still pretends to pat his comrades in arms on the back of the head, teasing: "this kind of excited embrace is better to wait until the Universiade delisted." Wu Zhou let go of his comrades in arms, and his face was still full of excitement. "Then I won't have another chance to hold you in my life!" Zhao he has a black line. He's not angry enough to give him a punch. Wu Zhou has a good time. Feng Qibai is also a little excited by his comrades in arms, but he never likes to show his emotions. Although he is always evaluated as gloomy and melancholy, it's not a bad thing for artists to have a bit of maverick temperament. So hesitated again and again, or swallow warm words, straight to the theme: "where do you come from, how on your own?" Zhao he is used to his cold head and cold face, and he reports the situation of Gewu building. At the end of the speech, he sighed: "I guess you two didn't come back. By chance, I saw the zombie body pushed down by you two, and found it by the smell of toilet water." "We both want to go back. We have to run out." Wu Zhou looked despairing. "This building is a mess. If you can find a hiding place here, you'll have a narrow escape." This words can poke to Zhao he painful place, immediately heart is sad Yan to hold the comrade in arms hands: "is not very miss our Sports Institute building?" Wu Zhou forcefully counter grip: "the Department is uniform, the students are simple and rude!" Feng Qibai squinted at the two comrades in arms and gently reminded them, "when you speak ill of others, can you avoid the master?" Zhao he loosened Wu Zhou, turned to Feng Qibai, and said from the bottom of his heart, "if you are hugged by a bulingbulign Indian sister, you will understand my feelings." Feng Qibai pointed to the goggles which had been dried, but still had saliva marks on them. He shrugged: "let's change. I'll let the Indian girl hold her thigh, and you'll let the ballet students bite." Zhao he Wu Zhou heaved a heavy sigh and sat down with his two little friends: "don't embarrass the poor people." After Feng Qibai's popular science, Zhao Hecai really understood the structure of Yixin building for the first time. Although there are nine floors, they belong to four different departments: dance department, painting department, vocal music department and sculpture department. The first and second floor is dance department, the third and fourth floor is sculpture department, the fifth and sixth floor is painting department, the seventh floor is office department, and the fourth floor is vocal music department. This is not difficult to explain why Zhao he met in the first and second floor are strange clothes, but to the third floor is Xiao Li Feidao. But - "do you usually wear formal clothes for training?" "It's not training, it's rehearsal." Feng Qibai corrected. Zhao Hejun: "it's almost the same anyway." Every other line is like a mountain. Feng Qibai gives up and answers directly: "the accident happened just before the new year's party. It should be a dress rehearsal with makeup on the weekend." Zhao he suddenly realized: "so that Indian girl should be dancing Indian dance. I also saw Latin dance, but that military uniform dance is very special..." Feng Qibai: "ballet, Red Detachment of women." No wonder he always feels dignified. They are all in the same building when they come out and go in. Even if Feng Qibai is not interested, he has to be influenced by the hot customs of the dance department every day. Occasionally, when he meets the overflowing people, he can dance in the hall on the first floor. It's OK to meet his sister. When he meets his male classmate, he wants to throw a carving knife at him. The colder Feng Qibai is, the more popular he is. The ambiguous wechat he has received since he entered the school can make up for his younger sister, not only the girl, but also the man, which makes him quit the wechat group of the art academy and end up out of sight and out of mind. However, there is no need to share these sad past with comrades in arms: "do you mean Qi Yan, they will act tomorrow night?" Zhao he nodded: "Qi Yan said so." Feng Qibai doubts, after all, time is very precious for them now: "will it be to cheat you to go back to the canteen, deliberately say so?" "I don't think so," Zhao he thought. "When he found Song Fei, he was already exhausted. That guy never fought unprepared battles, and it's impossible to continue to fight hard." Feng Qibai then remembered what Zhao he said. Qi Yan ran back and forth for several hours without interruption, and his heroic rescue was incredible. He could not help but sigh: "true love."Zhao he was stunned, Wu Zhou also surprised: "did you know?" Feng Qibai frowned: "how possible." Although nearly half an hour has passed since Zhao he told Qi Yanke about the world of Qi Yanke and song Feike about Qi Yan, Wu Zhou is still in shock, so it's natural to be puzzled to see feng Qibai so calm. "This kind of thing is too common," Feng Qibai explained with a rare kindness, "in our hospital, even a punishment is not enough." Zhao he sincerely raised his hand and asked the weak for advice: "excuse me, how can I get a punishment?" "I don't know," said Feng Qibai, blowing his bangs and his eyes were clear. "I'm a good student." Zhao he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he couldn't grasp anything. Wu Zhou glanced at the four different types of blood stained carving knives on the ground. In the flashback of Feng's fighting figure, he silently turned to look out of the window. Ah, the moon tonight, really "Don't look at the moon," Feng Qibai said in a cold voice, pulling back Wu's mind. "Since eight of us are scattered now, we need to find a way to exchange information. We'd better meet them when they get the radio." "Communication is not simple," Zhao he said, clearing his throat. I've been singing huanzhuge for several hours just now, and the magic sound has reached the full level. Now the red and blue are almost slow. I feel that I can howl for another 500 years. " Wu Zhou suddenly realized: "Damn, it's you. I don't know. I thought it was a zombie howl. If you ask Feng Qibai, I'll discuss with him. What kind of zombies do they howl like night owls? " Zhao he Wu Zhou: "Er, but after listening to it for a long time, it's really tasteful..." Zhao he: "you are too stiff round!"
