Chapter 77
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When Huang Mo handed over the apple, he was discussing whether the zombie was more seriously ill or the wusheng class was more seriously ill. They could not help shivering at the thought that they would have to get along with these students who looked very insecure for a month or more in the future.
Then Huang Mo appeared.
As silent as a ghost, but with a bright smile, her red face is just like the apple in her hand.
Wang Shan did not know how much Tucao was heard, and make complaints about being bad.
Huang Mo seems to be imperceptible, very natural way: "night." Then the cut apples were distributed to 13 people one by one. Half of each person and half of the tray left after delivery. Obviously, the whole person was cut, but they were taken care of first in the order of distribution.
Two phase contrast, high and low stand now.
Wang Shan didn't know what to say, so he could only clench half an apple in his hand in a complicated mood and mutter in a low voice: "thank you very much."
Huang Mo laughs. After the last person, he goes to find his friends in the martial arts class.
Wang Shan snorted, his mouth full of sweet and sour, but his heart contradicted and wavered. I feel that the world has its own true feelings, and I feel like Snow White who was cheated by the disguised queen to eat poisoned apples.
In view of the fact that the latter kind of imagination is too obscene for both people and themselves, the League branch secretary did not share it with the class.
In the remote secret place, two old drivers who couldn't drive the car and could only blow the accelerator all the time finally entered Plato temporarily after their feet were sore.
The book says that Platonic love is spiritual love, the pursuit of spiritual communication. According to this standard, the two of them have hardly ever been Plato. Most of the time of love is either shameless and lustful, or diligent and progressive. The only few times of spiritual communication, without exception, happened in the period of quarrel. Most of the time was exported by Song Fei unilaterally, and Qi Yan avoided it.
Now looking back, Song Fei almost felt that the cautious man was a fake himself.
When did the mentality change subtly?
Song Fei really can't remember.
It may be the outbreak of the corpse tide, or it may be even later. In a word, when he comes back to his senses, he no longer has worries and burdens. To be a real self, to face up to the advantages, to accept the disadvantages, and to strive to become better is a particularly comfortable and practical thing.
This is the worst time for survival, and the best time for love.
But just because it's easier for people to worry about gain and loss, so after thinking about it, Song Fei secretly raised with Qi the question that he was dazzled by his midnight dream from time to time -
"if there was no outbreak of the virus, what would happen to us if we still went to school step by step?"
When asked this question, Qi Yan was studying Song Fei's head. He was surprised to find that Song Fei had a natural curl. The curl degree was very light, so it was not obvious in a short time. Now it has been warped out without cutting for a long time.
Whenever he thinks that he knows Song Fei well enough, a new face will appear, which makes him novel and makes him reflect.
In the last relationship, both of them didn't do well enough. Now they have a second chance. He doesn't want to make the same mistake again.
"Hello," said Song Fei, who knocked his hand off the top of his head. "I'm asking you something."
Qi Yan was stunned, then he looked down at Song Fei: "hmm?"
Looking at the other person's eyes, Song Fei knew what he had just said, repeated it again in black line, and finally added a dose of preventive injection: "you don't want to use the sentence without" if ". This is a hypothetical question, so you have to bring in the situation to answer."
Qi Yan was embarrassed by Song Fei's official tone, but since he made up his mind to change his mind, he changed his former ambivalence and frankly gave the answer: "different paths lead to the same goal. Even if nothing happens, I'll get you back. "
Qi's perseverance is certainly exciting, but Song Fei raises his eyebrows and glances at BF: "who can give you confidence to pursue success?"
Qi Yan seriously thought about it and told the truth: "handsome face, strong physique, proud talent, passionate affection."
If it wasn't for the magnetism of his voice, he would think that he was talking to himself: "can you learn something from me?"
Qi Yan was very happy: "no, I admire your ability to talk nonsense."
Song Fei Bai, he was very disappointed, and felt very sweet. He felt that the atmosphere was good and he could make complaints about it.
"If nothing happens, when are you going to get back together?" Although it's just a hypothesis, Song Fei is still curious about what Qi Yan will do. After all, there is no danger, there is no way to see the truth in adversity.
Qi Yan frowned, his eyes were puzzled: "I've been asking."
Song Fei is stunned. His first reaction is that Qi Yan is joking, but he doesn't look like the other party's serious expression at all. After struggling for a long time, he hesitates to repeat: "you, all the time, are you seeking to get back together?"
"Otherwise, why do I always shake in front of you when they break up?"
"But every time you appear, you just use all kinds of means to retaliate and draw hatred!""I'm going to do it."
"The art of war is not so good-looking." Song Fei just wanted to cry, "check sleep deliberately confiscates me. I'm eager to get back together. I've sent a text message to tell me that the elective teacher's roll call is also about getting back together. I have to have a clear brain circuit to understand this circuitous way of getting back together!"
"I answered for you."
"What?" Patronize collapse, Song Fei did not hear Qi Yan's mumbling.
With a sigh, Qi Yan's voice was a little disappointed: "I'll help you answer" here. "
The turning point came too suddenly, and Song Fei was caught off guard: "so, you sent me a text message just to "I'm asking for credit?"
Qi Yan didn't speak, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Song Fei collapses: "why don't you just say that you have to go to a section where you can't get a roll call first and hang up directly? What's the point of deceiving me to get angry?"
"Pave the way."
"Why do you need to make the other party angry to get credit?"
"If you want to ascend, you must restrain."
"I beg you to burn that pirated art of war after you go home!"
So it's good to give up the lust of flesh occasionally and have a little Plato. Just like now, Qi Yan fully realizes that the detour he took in the past is comparable to the 25000 Li Long March, and he can produce a book called "100 cases of courtship mistakes".
After summing up the lessons of the past, we are about to look forward to the future development. Qi Yangang wants to open a way to get along with Song Fei in the future, and suddenly feels that something is wrong.
Hesitating slowly back, sure enough, Huang Mo is standing a step away.
"Midnight." Female students show innocent smile.
Qi Yan turned around and stood beside him, so that Song Fei could see clearly.
"When did you come?" Song Fei was startled and asked faster than Qi Yan.
"Just arrived." Huang Mo said naturally.
Qi Yan looked at the half apple in a complicated mood: "it has been oxidized."
Huang Mo: "well, when Song Fei asked whether you two would get back together if nothing happened."
Qi Yan: "I'm not sure."
Song Fei: it's almost a century, OK
Huang Mo smiles. He is calm in telling lies. He is calm in admitting lies after they are broken. He can also read the previous passage: "do you want to hear my opinion about that hypothetical question?"
Song Fei is interested. He and Qi Yan have been interacting one-on-one, and they really want to hear what the onlookers think, especially Huang Mo, a professional who is good at analyzing Psychology: "Mr. Huang, please tell me."
"You two can't separate."
Qi Yan likes the answer: "how to say it?"
"You two either compound, even if you don't compound, you will be implicated in the broken ties."
Song Fei is shy: "is our love so obvious?"
"Psychological research shows that single gay men are highly likely to find acquaintances in the circle to drive. On the one hand, the environment is closed and the range of choices is small. On the other hand, acquaintances run in well and can drive on the road with high safety factor. This is the characteristic of the subculture circle, so even if you don't get back together, you will be friends. "
Qi Yan and Song Fei
After two minutes of silence.
Qi Yan: "thank you for your supper."
Song Fei: "teacher Huang, do you have anything else to do?"
In fact, Huang Mo really has something to do with them, otherwise he won't be bored with them, and he won't understand the amorous feelings.
"I'd like to discuss with you two the plans for the future." Stop joking. Huang Mo is serious.
Qi Yan and Song Fei look at each other, the former seems to have some understanding, the latter completely at a loss.
Huang Mo also does not sell the key, said directly: "the canteen can not last long, let alone a month, a week is dangerous."
Song Fei didn't understand her meaning. The only thing he could think of was his new classmates: "you mean thirteen of them..."
"No," Huang Mo shook his head, looked at the little friends who were still laughing in the distance, and sighed softly, "the problem is not with them, it's with us."
Song Fei and Qi Yan shut up and listened quietly.
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, raised his eyes, and said slowly: "we can't do nothing to save ourselves, which means that as long as someone comes, we will accept it. But the resources are limited. The apples in your hands are our last fruits. Sooner or later, the meat and vegetables will not be divided enough. It may be too late for us to plan at that time. "
"You said sooner or later, maybe later." Song Fei still couldn't help it. He knew that everything should be prepared for a rainy day, but naturally, he was always more willing to think optimistically, "maybe the rescue has come, and there are still more than 20 people here. There is not only enough food, but also enough food left."
"In theory, it may be late, it may be early, but I want to tell you, early is a high probability event." Huang Mo pauses here, and when he continues, his tone is even lower. "And as long as he starts, the number and frequency of people who escape can only increase. Especially in the dormitory, the more people survive, the more likely they are to have group effect. Once the number of survivors in the canteen exceeds what the food reserves can afford, the fight is bound to start. No matter how many news broadcasts there are, it is impossible to stabilize the situation, because the accessible food has more impact than the rescue that does not know when it will come. "Song Fei is silent.
Qi Yan is thoughtful.
"I don't mean to say that we have to leave immediately," Huang Mo said, looking at the two comrades in arms. "But we have to plan ahead of time."
The rest of what we have to say is for our comrades in arms to digest. These two are the backbone of the whole martial arts class. Huang Mo can see that. That's why he first talked to them about this. As long as their thoughts are connected, the way ahead will be easy.
Of course, if in the end all the preparations become redundant, and they really avoid the probability event, it will be the happiest time for her to be beaten in the face.
Near dawn, the 27 little partners of the kitchen went to sleep one after another.
Wu Sheng class is the same as before, lying on the floor in rows, while chemical shishiro has already developed a tacit understanding in the realistic building. It seems to be a mess, but everyone's expression is very comfortable and peaceful.
Qi Yan and Song Fei are the last two to fall asleep.
Huang Mo's words more or less diluted the joy brought by the radio, but also let the heart of forgetting because of the radio have a sense of soberness and steadiness.
Wake up, near noon.
There is no answer whether to leave or not, but some of my friends who have been making trouble all night are ill.
There's more than one.
Josch, fever.
I have a fever.
Feng Qibai has a fever.
Zhao he, lose your voice.
After two nights of wind blowing in Luban building, we found it.
Yixin building is drenched with water and found.
The apple tree sang the song of half a night, and Newton protected it. But Zhao he didn't do it, and after howling all night in the back kitchen, he finally died.
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When Huang Mo handed over the apple, he was discussing whether the zombie was more seriously ill or the wusheng class was more seriously ill. They could not help shivering at the thought that they would have to get along with these students who looked very insecure for a month or more in the future.
Then Huang Mo appeared.
As silent as a ghost, but with a bright smile, her red face is just like the apple in her hand.
Wang Shan did not know how much Tucao was heard, and make complaints about being bad.
Huang Mo seems to be imperceptible, very natural way: "night." Then the cut apples were distributed to 13 people one by one. Half of each person and half of the tray left after delivery. Obviously, the whole person was cut, but they were taken care of first in the order of distribution.
Two phase contrast, high and low stand now.
Wang Shan didn't know what to say, so he could only clench half an apple in his hand in a complicated mood and mutter in a low voice: "thank you very much."
Huang Mo laughs. After the last person, he goes to find his friends in the martial arts class.
Wang Shan snorted, his mouth full of sweet and sour, but his heart contradicted and wavered. I feel that the world has its own true feelings, and I feel like Snow White who was cheated by the disguised queen to eat poisoned apples.
In view of the fact that the latter kind of imagination is too obscene for both people and themselves, the League branch secretary did not share it with the class.
In the remote secret place, two old drivers who couldn't drive the car and could only blow the accelerator all the time finally entered Plato temporarily after their feet were sore.
The book says that Platonic love is spiritual love, the pursuit of spiritual communication. According to this standard, the two of them have hardly ever been Plato. Most of the time of love is either shameless and lustful, or diligent and progressive. The only few times of spiritual communication, without exception, happened in the period of quarrel. Most of the time was exported by Song Fei unilaterally, and Qi Yan avoided it.
Now looking back, Song Fei almost felt that the cautious man was a fake himself.
When did the mentality change subtly?
Song Fei really can't remember.
It may be the outbreak of the corpse tide, or it may be even later. In a word, when he comes back to his senses, he no longer has worries and burdens. To be a real self, to face up to the advantages, to accept the disadvantages, and to strive to become better is a particularly comfortable and practical thing.
This is the worst time for survival, and the best time for love.
But just because it's easier for people to worry about gain and loss, so after thinking about it, Song Fei secretly raised with Qi the question that he was dazzled by his midnight dream from time to time -
"if there was no outbreak of the virus, what would happen to us if we still went to school step by step?"
When asked this question, Qi Yan was studying Song Fei's head. He was surprised to find that Song Fei had a natural curl. The curl degree was very light, so it was not obvious in a short time. Now it has been warped out without cutting for a long time.
Whenever he thinks that he knows Song Fei well enough, a new face will appear, which makes him novel and makes him reflect.
In the last relationship, both of them didn't do well enough. Now they have a second chance. He doesn't want to make the same mistake again.
"Hello," said Song Fei, who knocked his hand off the top of his head. "I'm asking you something."
Qi Yan was stunned, then he looked down at Song Fei: "hmm?"
Looking at the other person's eyes, Song Fei knew what he had just said, repeated it again in black line, and finally added a dose of preventive injection: "you don't want to use the sentence without" if ". This is a hypothetical question, so you have to bring in the situation to answer."
Qi Yan was embarrassed by Song Fei's official tone, but since he made up his mind to change his mind, he changed his former ambivalence and frankly gave the answer: "different paths lead to the same goal. Even if nothing happens, I'll get you back. "
Qi's perseverance is certainly exciting, but Song Fei raises his eyebrows and glances at BF: "who can give you confidence to pursue success?"
Qi Yan seriously thought about it and told the truth: "handsome face, strong physique, proud talent, passionate affection."
If it wasn't for the magnetism of his voice, he would think that he was talking to himself: "can you learn something from me?"
Qi Yan was very happy: "no, I admire your ability to talk nonsense."
Song Fei Bai, he was very disappointed, and felt very sweet. He felt that the atmosphere was good and he could make complaints about it.
"If nothing happens, when are you going to get back together?" Although it's just a hypothesis, Song Fei is still curious about what Qi Yan will do. After all, there is no danger, there is no way to see the truth in adversity.
Qi Yan frowned, his eyes were puzzled: "I've been asking."
Song Fei is stunned. His first reaction is that Qi Yan is joking, but he doesn't look like the other party's serious expression at all. After struggling for a long time, he hesitates to repeat: "you, all the time, are you seeking to get back together?"
"Otherwise, why do I always shake in front of you when they break up?"
"But every time you appear, you just use all kinds of means to retaliate and draw hatred!""I'm going to do it."
"The art of war is not so good-looking." Song Fei just wanted to cry, "check sleep deliberately confiscates me. I'm eager to get back together. I've sent a text message to tell me that the elective teacher's roll call is also about getting back together. I have to have a clear brain circuit to understand this circuitous way of getting back together!"
"I answered for you."
"What?" Patronize collapse, Song Fei did not hear Qi Yan's mumbling.
With a sigh, Qi Yan's voice was a little disappointed: "I'll help you answer" here. "
The turning point came too suddenly, and Song Fei was caught off guard: "so, you sent me a text message just to "I'm asking for credit?"
Qi Yan didn't speak, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Song Fei collapses: "why don't you just say that you have to go to a section where you can't get a roll call first and hang up directly? What's the point of deceiving me to get angry?"
"Pave the way."
"Why do you need to make the other party angry to get credit?"
"If you want to ascend, you must restrain."
"I beg you to burn that pirated art of war after you go home!"
So it's good to give up the lust of flesh occasionally and have a little Plato. Just like now, Qi Yan fully realizes that the detour he took in the past is comparable to the 25000 Li Long March, and he can produce a book called "100 cases of courtship mistakes".
After summing up the lessons of the past, we are about to look forward to the future development. Qi Yangang wants to open a way to get along with Song Fei in the future, and suddenly feels that something is wrong.
Hesitating slowly back, sure enough, Huang Mo is standing a step away.
"Midnight." Female students show innocent smile.
Qi Yan turned around and stood beside him, so that Song Fei could see clearly.
"When did you come?" Song Fei was startled and asked faster than Qi Yan.
"Just arrived." Huang Mo said naturally.
Qi Yan looked at the half apple in a complicated mood: "it has been oxidized."
Huang Mo: "well, when Song Fei asked whether you two would get back together if nothing happened."
Qi Yan: "I'm not sure."
Song Fei: it's almost a century, OK
Huang Mo smiles. He is calm in telling lies. He is calm in admitting lies after they are broken. He can also read the previous passage: "do you want to hear my opinion about that hypothetical question?"
Song Fei is interested. He and Qi Yan have been interacting one-on-one, and they really want to hear what the onlookers think, especially Huang Mo, a professional who is good at analyzing Psychology: "Mr. Huang, please tell me."
"You two can't separate."
Qi Yan likes the answer: "how to say it?"
"You two either compound, even if you don't compound, you will be implicated in the broken ties."
Song Fei is shy: "is our love so obvious?"
"Psychological research shows that single gay men are highly likely to find acquaintances in the circle to drive. On the one hand, the environment is closed and the range of choices is small. On the other hand, acquaintances run in well and can drive on the road with high safety factor. This is the characteristic of the subculture circle, so even if you don't get back together, you will be friends. "
Qi Yan and Song Fei
After two minutes of silence.
Qi Yan: "thank you for your supper."
Song Fei: "teacher Huang, do you have anything else to do?"
In fact, Huang Mo really has something to do with them, otherwise he won't be bored with them, and he won't understand the amorous feelings.
"I'd like to discuss with you two the plans for the future." Stop joking. Huang Mo is serious.
Qi Yan and Song Fei look at each other, the former seems to have some understanding, the latter completely at a loss.
Huang Mo also does not sell the key, said directly: "the canteen can not last long, let alone a month, a week is dangerous."
Song Fei didn't understand her meaning. The only thing he could think of was his new classmates: "you mean thirteen of them..."
"No," Huang Mo shook his head, looked at the little friends who were still laughing in the distance, and sighed softly, "the problem is not with them, it's with us."
Song Fei and Qi Yan shut up and listened quietly.
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, raised his eyes, and said slowly: "we can't do nothing to save ourselves, which means that as long as someone comes, we will accept it. But the resources are limited. The apples in your hands are our last fruits. Sooner or later, the meat and vegetables will not be divided enough. It may be too late for us to plan at that time. "
"You said sooner or later, maybe later." Song Fei still couldn't help it. He knew that everything should be prepared for a rainy day, but naturally, he was always more willing to think optimistically, "maybe the rescue has come, and there are still more than 20 people here. There is not only enough food, but also enough food left."
"In theory, it may be late, it may be early, but I want to tell you, early is a high probability event." Huang Mo pauses here, and when he continues, his tone is even lower. "And as long as he starts, the number and frequency of people who escape can only increase. Especially in the dormitory, the more people survive, the more likely they are to have group effect. Once the number of survivors in the canteen exceeds what the food reserves can afford, the fight is bound to start. No matter how many news broadcasts there are, it is impossible to stabilize the situation, because the accessible food has more impact than the rescue that does not know when it will come. "Song Fei is silent.
Qi Yan is thoughtful.
"I don't mean to say that we have to leave immediately," Huang Mo said, looking at the two comrades in arms. "But we have to plan ahead of time."
The rest of what we have to say is for our comrades in arms to digest. These two are the backbone of the whole martial arts class. Huang Mo can see that. That's why he first talked to them about this. As long as their thoughts are connected, the way ahead will be easy.
Of course, if in the end all the preparations become redundant, and they really avoid the probability event, it will be the happiest time for her to be beaten in the face.
Near dawn, the 27 little partners of the kitchen went to sleep one after another.
Wu Sheng class is the same as before, lying on the floor in rows, while chemical shishiro has already developed a tacit understanding in the realistic building. It seems to be a mess, but everyone's expression is very comfortable and peaceful.
Qi Yan and Song Fei are the last two to fall asleep.
Huang Mo's words more or less diluted the joy brought by the radio, but also let the heart of forgetting because of the radio have a sense of soberness and steadiness.
Wake up, near noon.
There is no answer whether to leave or not, but some of my friends who have been making trouble all night are ill.
There's more than one.
Josch, fever.
I have a fever.
Feng Qibai has a fever.
Zhao he, lose your voice.
After two nights of wind blowing in Luban building, we found it.
Yixin building is drenched with water and found.
The apple tree sang the song of half a night, and Newton protected it. But Zhao he didn't do it, and after howling all night in the back kitchen, he finally died.
When Huang Mo handed over the apple, he was discussing whether the zombie was more seriously ill or the wusheng class was more seriously ill. They could not help shivering at the thought that they would have to get along with these students who looked very insecure for a month or more in the future. Then Huang Mo appeared. As silent as a ghost, but with a bright smile, her red face is just like the apple in her hand. Wang Shan did not know how much Tucao was heard, and make complaints about being bad. Huang Mo seems to be imperceptible, very natural way: "night." Then the cut apples were distributed to 13 people one by one. Half of each person and half of the tray left after delivery. Obviously, the whole person was cut, but they were taken care of first in the order of distribution. Two phase contrast, high and low stand now. Wang Shan didn't know what to say, so he could only clench half an apple in his hand in a complicated mood and mutter in a low voice: "thank you very much." Huang Mo laughs. After the last person, he goes to find his friends in the martial arts class. Wang Shan snorted, his mouth full of sweet and sour, but his heart contradicted and wavered. I feel that the world has its own true feelings, and I feel like Snow White who was cheated by the disguised queen to eat poisoned apples. In view of the fact that the latter kind of imagination is too obscene for both people and themselves, the League branch secretary did not share it with the class. In the remote secret place, two old drivers who couldn't drive the car and could only blow the accelerator all the time finally entered Plato temporarily after their feet were sore. The book says that Platonic love is spiritual love, the pursuit of spiritual communication. According to this standard, the two of them have hardly ever been Plato. Most of the time of love is either shameless and lustful, or diligent and progressive. The only few times of spiritual communication, without exception, happened in the period of quarrel. Most of the time was exported by Song Fei unilaterally, and Qi Yan avoided it. Now looking back, Song Fei almost felt that the cautious man was a fake himself. When did the mentality change subtly? Song Fei really can't remember. It may be the outbreak of the corpse tide, or it may be even later. In a word, when he comes back to his senses, he no longer has worries and burdens. To be a real self, to face up to the advantages, to accept the disadvantages, and to strive to become better is a particularly comfortable and practical thing. This is the worst time for survival, and the best time for love. But just because it's easier for people to worry about gain and loss, so after thinking about it, Song Fei secretly raised with Qi the question that he was dazzled by his midnight dream from time to time - "if there was no outbreak of the virus, what would happen to us if we still went to school step by step?" When asked this question, Qi Yan was studying Song Fei's head. He was surprised to find that Song Fei had a natural curl. The curl degree was very light, so it was not obvious in a short time. Now it has been warped out without cutting for a long time. Whenever he thinks that he knows Song Fei well enough, a new face will appear, which makes him novel and makes him reflect. In the last relationship, both of them didn't do well enough. Now they have a second chance. He doesn't want to make the same mistake again. "Hello," said Song Fei, who knocked his hand off the top of his head. "I'm asking you something." Qi Yan was stunned, then he looked down at Song Fei: "hmm?" Looking at the other person's eyes, Song Fei knew what he had just said, repeated it again in black line, and finally added a dose of preventive injection: "you don't want to use the sentence without" if ". This is a hypothetical question, so you have to bring in the situation to answer." Qi Yan was embarrassed by Song Fei's official tone, but since he made up his mind to change his mind, he changed his former ambivalence and frankly gave the answer: "different paths lead to the same goal. Even if nothing happens, I'll get you back. " Qi's perseverance is certainly exciting, but Song Fei raises his eyebrows and glances at BF: "who can give you confidence to pursue success?" Qi Yan seriously thought about it and told the truth: "handsome face, strong physique, proud talent, passionate affection." If it wasn't for the magnetism of his voice, he would think that he was talking to himself: "can you learn something from me?" Qi Yan was very happy: "no, I admire your ability to talk nonsense." Song Fei Bai, he was very disappointed, and felt very sweet. He felt that the atmosphere was good and he could make complaints about it. "If nothing happens, when are you going to get back together?" Although it's just a hypothesis, Song Fei is still curious about what Qi Yan will do. After all, there is no danger, there is no way to see the truth in adversity. Qi Yan frowned, his eyes were puzzled: "I've been asking." Song Fei is stunned. His first reaction is that Qi Yan is joking, but he doesn't look like the other party's serious expression at all. After struggling for a long time, he hesitates to repeat: "you, all the time, are you seeking to get back together?" "Otherwise, why do I always shake in front of you when they break up?" "But every time you appear, you just use all kinds of means to retaliate and draw hatred!""I'm going to do it." "The art of war is not so good-looking." Song Fei just wanted to cry, "check sleep deliberately confiscates me. I'm eager to get back together. I've sent a text message to tell me that the elective teacher's roll call is also about getting back together. I have to have a clear brain circuit to understand this circuitous way of getting back together!" "I answered for you." "What?" Patronize collapse, Song Fei did not hear Qi Yan's mumbling. With a sigh, Qi Yan's voice was a little disappointed: "I'll help you answer" here. " The turning point came too suddenly, and Song Fei was caught off guard: "so, you sent me a text message just to "I'm asking for credit?" Qi Yan didn't speak, which was regarded as acquiescence. Song Fei collapses: "why don't you just say that you have to go to a section where you can't get a roll call first and hang up directly? What's the point of deceiving me to get angry?" "Pave the way." "Why do you need to make the other party angry to get credit?" "If you want to ascend, you must restrain." "I beg you to burn that pirated art of war after you go home!" So it's good to give up the lust of flesh occasionally and have a little Plato. Just like now, Qi Yan fully realizes that the detour he took in the past is comparable to the 25000 Li Long March, and he can produce a book called "100 cases of courtship mistakes". After summing up the lessons of the past, we are about to look forward to the future development. Qi Yangang wants to open a way to get along with Song Fei in the future, and suddenly feels that something is wrong. Hesitating slowly back, sure enough, Huang Mo is standing a step away. "Midnight." Female students show innocent smile. Qi Yan turned around and stood beside him, so that Song Fei could see clearly. "When did you come?" Song Fei was startled and asked faster than Qi Yan. "Just arrived." Huang Mo said naturally. Qi Yan looked at the half apple in a complicated mood: "it has been oxidized." Huang Mo: "well, when Song Fei asked whether you two would get back together if nothing happened." Qi Yan: "I'm not sure." Song Fei: it's almost a century, OK Huang Mo smiles. He is calm in telling lies. He is calm in admitting lies after they are broken. He can also read the previous passage: "do you want to hear my opinion about that hypothetical question?" Song Fei is interested. He and Qi Yan have been interacting one-on-one, and they really want to hear what the onlookers think, especially Huang Mo, a professional who is good at analyzing Psychology: "Mr. Huang, please tell me." "You two can't separate." Qi Yan likes the answer: "how to say it?" "You two either compound, even if you don't compound, you will be implicated in the broken ties." Song Fei is shy: "is our love so obvious?" "Psychological research shows that single gay men are highly likely to find acquaintances in the circle to drive. On the one hand, the environment is closed and the range of choices is small. On the other hand, acquaintances run in well and can drive on the road with high safety factor. This is the characteristic of the subculture circle, so even if you don't get back together, you will be friends. " Qi Yan and Song Fei After two minutes of silence. Qi Yan: "thank you for your supper." Song Fei: "teacher Huang, do you have anything else to do?" In fact, Huang Mo really has something to do with them, otherwise he won't be bored with them, and he won't understand the amorous feelings. "I'd like to discuss with you two the plans for the future." Stop joking. Huang Mo is serious. Qi Yan and Song Fei look at each other, the former seems to have some understanding, the latter completely at a loss. Huang Mo also does not sell the key, said directly: "the canteen can not last long, let alone a month, a week is dangerous." Song Fei didn't understand her meaning. The only thing he could think of was his new classmates: "you mean thirteen of them..." "No," Huang Mo shook his head, looked at the little friends who were still laughing in the distance, and sighed softly, "the problem is not with them, it's with us." Song Fei and Qi Yan shut up and listened quietly. Huang Mo pondered for a moment, raised his eyes, and said slowly: "we can't do nothing to save ourselves, which means that as long as someone comes, we will accept it. But the resources are limited. The apples in your hands are our last fruits. Sooner or later, the meat and vegetables will not be divided enough. It may be too late for us to plan at that time. " "You said sooner or later, maybe later." Song Fei still couldn't help it. He knew that everything should be prepared for a rainy day, but naturally, he was always more willing to think optimistically, "maybe the rescue has come, and there are still more than 20 people here. There is not only enough food, but also enough food left." "In theory, it may be late, it may be early, but I want to tell you, early is a high probability event." Huang Mo pauses here, and when he continues, his tone is even lower. "And as long as he starts, the number and frequency of people who escape can only increase. Especially in the dormitory, the more people survive, the more likely they are to have group effect. Once the number of survivors in the canteen exceeds what the food reserves can afford, the fight is bound to start. No matter how many news broadcasts there are, it is impossible to stabilize the situation, because the accessible food has more impact than the rescue that does not know when it will come. "Song Fei is silent. Qi Yan is thoughtful. "I don't mean to say that we have to leave immediately," Huang Mo said, looking at the two comrades in arms. "But we have to plan ahead of time." The rest of what we have to say is for our comrades in arms to digest. These two are the backbone of the whole martial arts class. Huang Mo can see that. That's why he first talked to them about this. As long as their thoughts are connected, the way ahead will be easy. Of course, if in the end all the preparations become redundant, and they really avoid the probability event, it will be the happiest time for her to be beaten in the face. Near dawn, the 27 little partners of the kitchen went to sleep one after another. Wu Sheng class is the same as before, lying on the floor in rows, while chemical shishiro has already developed a tacit understanding in the realistic building. It seems to be a mess, but everyone's expression is very comfortable and peaceful. Qi Yan and Song Fei are the last two to fall asleep. Huang Mo's words more or less diluted the joy brought by the radio, but also let the heart of forgetting because of the radio have a sense of soberness and steadiness. Wake up, near noon. There is no answer whether to leave or not, but some of my friends who have been making trouble all night are ill. There's more than one. Josch, fever. I have a fever. Feng Qibai has a fever. Zhao he, lose your voice. After two nights of wind blowing in Luban building, we found it. Yixin building is drenched with water and found. The apple tree sang the song of half a night, and Newton protected it. But Zhao he didn't do it, and after howling all night in the back kitchen, he finally died.
