Chapter 78
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Dizzy, he was still asleep. He was waking up and make complaints about his sleeping posture. He was still tired of tucking up your ghost bed. As a result, he was going to wash himself. When he got up, he was dizzy and dizzy and fell back to the floor shop.
On the poor bunk lie Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng and Qiao Siqi, who have been humming for a long time. Zhou Zijun smashes them in the stomach, one of them is one, almost spitting blood.
Song Fei, Qi Yan and the small mines they held escaped, but their ears were also awakened by the wails of their comrades in arms.
Qiao Siqi didn't go to pick Zhou Tongren's head and tried to get rid of him, but he didn't push him for a long time. However, his hands felt the unusual heat on his opponent's forehead, and he was surprised: "you have a fever, too?"
This sentence has only five words, but it has rich connotation and multi-layer emotion. First of all, Zhou Junyi put the word "fever" on his body, which made him feel dizzy and cold. Then he thought about the word "Ye" and realized it later.
Open the paw of Qiao Siqi, Zhou Junyi himself to touch the forehead, the other hand is on Qiao Siqi's head, two contrast, strange heat is exactly the same.
"You infected me?"
“…… You're delusional. " Qiao Shi Qi was suffering from illness, and his mind was hit hard by his comrades. How could he not make complaints about his strength, and vomit the slot to be soft and soft.
Zhou Junyi became more and more dizzy and confused.
Josch fell into the constant hum and stabilized his mind at a low but not completely lost level: "I guess it was blowing in your building, and I felt uncomfortable at that time..."
"Every week is the same." Suddenly, Li Jingyu's weak call came from his ear.
"Wait a minute," said Zhou Junyi, "I'll finish with him first."
"Can you get out of our stomachs first and then go on with him?" Even if pressed to spit blood, Wang Qingyuan's voice still maintains a cold ascetic department.
Luo Geng admits that pretending to be forced is a kind of gene imprinted in the bones and flesh, but he can't: "you're so damn heavy!"
The commotion of class 1 of wusheng started the wake-up of the kitchen. Soon, chemical shishiro and class 2 of wusheng got up one after another. After the radio team set out, the left behind staff of class 2 moved down, which was decided in advance. On the one hand, it's convenient for the collective to guard the base camp; on the other hand, it's more convenient to live downstairs. Apart from other things, going to the toilet alone saves the trouble of climbing up and down.
In fact, there is a third point, which is tacit, but no one has revealed.
Although the first two classes met in the canteen by chance, they didn't have a heart to heart relationship after all. To be exact, even class 2 didn't establish much deep revolutionary friendship within themselves, so the relationship between them was at most cordial classmates, far less frank and intimate.
Being kind and yearning for the bright are the basis of their good neighborliness and friendship, but commonality is not friendship. If class 2 wanted to eat class 1's food, he would take the initiative to exchange his own food instead of directly reaching out his hand; class 1 needed class 2's help in singing, and would write a letter to ask for it instead of directly deploying it; including the radio battle plan behind, class 2 brought it down to discuss with class 1 politely, and it didn't come to the point, but it took a long time to get down to business.
The so-called friendship, need to be congenial do bone, over time do meat.
When United went to express delivery point, the friendship was still very strong. Now the Department building is back, full and pleasant.
The most direct performance is that you can get up on the floor of class 2, which is almost far away from the edge of the sky, across a whole desk. One person says -
"it's you two who hurt me."
Zhou Tongyi, who managed to climb down from his comrades in arms, looked at Qiao Siqi, who was humming and groaning. He was so indignant that he wanted to beat the drum and complain about injustice --
"Feng Qibai, you're called touch porcelain!"
Fortunately, there are many good people in the world. Wu Zhou, a straightforward student, helped to provide a clue: "could it be Zhao he who took the water pipe to show him?"
Feng Qibai, suspiciously, wrapped up his clothes more tightly: "then why are you ok?"
This is a very difficult problem. Wu racked his brains and couldn't solve it. At last, he could only sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so strong."
“……” Feng Qibai closed his eyes. Maybe he could live a little longer.
Zhao he wanted to distinguish when he was betrayed by his friends, but he opened his mouth several times in a row. He couldn't make a sound. He was so scared that he opened his eyes and looked confused.
The first step is to put three feverish people side by side, cover them with clothes, then dip them in cold water with a clean rag, wring them half dry, and apply them on the forehead to cool down physically. Then it's time to heat hot water, and it's time to cook porridge.
After a busy afternoon, the three did not get better. On the contrary, they tended to get worse. Clearly the body burns badly, but the person again a strength shout cold, shrink into a ball of appearance, see the person in the heart despair.
The dozen people had already lost their joking mood. They all looked concerned and anxious like ants on a hot pot.
Huang Mo said that after he went back to the canteen and suddenly relaxed, he found all the previous tiredness. Wang Shan thinks that maybe it's not just about looking for the radio these two days. In his view, it is a miracle that only three of these people who have been fighting have fallen. You know, they just ran to the canteen from the truth-seeking building, and almost lost half their lives. Up to now, the feeling of panic has not been completely relieved, let alone several students, and even died to leave the laboratory.These three people are going to die. They're going to be burned alive with fever.
Not only Wang Shan, but all the students in Yinghua class think so. It's not that they are pessimistic, but that in the current situation, illness is a kind of force majeure. There is no cure and no medicine, and we can only let fate decide.
In fact, what if you don't get sick? You may be killed by zombies rushing in anytime and anywhere.
In the face of this unprecedented disaster, people, like ants, can survive until the final rescue arrives. It's not so strong, it's just a fluke.
"It can't go on like this," Wang Shan heard someone over there say, "we have to find medicine."
Then the other two people reacted as quickly as they could and said, "school hospital!"
It's a dangerous job to strangle fate. If you strangle once, such as chemical shishiro, you can be afraid of several years later and strangle many times, such as wusheng class.
The university hospital is located in the northwest of the campus, which is not the main campus in a strict sense, because the campus planning of Song Fei university faces south, four directions, even the road is as far as possible due north and south, West and East, well shaped layout, while the area where the University hospital is located is an extra piece of land in the northwest, which is used to accommodate retired teachers and in-service teachers The family building. If you look down from high altitude, it is especially like a large rectangle and a small circle. They are very close, but they do not intersect or tangent. They are connected by a short and thin straight line.
This line is the only way to the family area and the school hospital.
This hospital is not so much a school hospital as a community hospital of family buildings. But most of the retired staff are unwilling to move from the old campus in the city center, so that most of them are still young and strong in-service teachers, so there are few students and few teachers seeking medical treatment. The whole school hospital has been in a solemn and quiet state for a long time.
There was no time for the friends to discuss too much, and soon the people who went to find the medicine decided -- Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng.
The number is set at four, because this time we have to make a quick decision. If there are too many people, there is a great possibility of twists and turns. If there are too few people, the risk factor will be high and the success rate will be dragged down.
The reason why Song Fei chose four of them is that Song Fei is familiar with the terrain of the park. Qi Yan has the highest comprehensive quality of experience, skill and brain among the remaining healthy comrades in arms. Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also have a certain fighting capacity, and they are full of physical strength because they have been cultivating and recuperating.
Lin Dilei and Li Jingyu are left in class 1 to take care of Zhou Tongyi and Qiao Siqi.
Class 2 all stayed this time. Huang silent, the Poseidon needle, Zhao he's pharyngitis, Feng Qibai's illness, he Zhiwen's hands were not tied. Fu Xiyuan had little experience in zombie fighting, but he had no problem in fighting. Therefore, in case of a surviving student with a bad heart breaking in, he could join hands with Wu Zhou.
It's almost dusk.
Luo Geng asked Zhao Hesuo to return to the army, but the latter was reluctant to give up, but had no choice but to hand it in.
There was only one bottle of toilet water left. After a long discussion, four people decided not to spray it. As a result, she was sprayed with Chanel by Lin Dilei without any notice. It is said that lingering incense lasts much longer than six God, and with sweating and body fragrance, it is even more provocative.
Four male students, you look at me, I look at you, through the goggles can feel each other's eyes have no love.
mobile phone, flashlight, rope, simple rations, mask, mop gun, fruit knife, scissors, knife, military thorn, metal chopsticks, CHANEL perfume... Looking at the wusheng class, he put all kinds of equipment on his body, props in his backpack and weapons in his belt. It was an eye opener.
This is not a miscellaneous army, this is a well-equipped independent regiment!!!
Before recovering from the shock, Wang Shan only felt that he was shrouded in a shadow. Looking up, it was Song Fei.
The comer stood, he sat, and he lost a lot only from his momentum, especially on Song Fei's face: "is there any bomb?"
"I can't give it to you!" Wang Shan blurted out the refusal, almost subconsciously, and then felt a little stiff, and whispered, "this is the only thing we can defend ourselves."
No one is to blame for not having a friendly and upright face.
"No one's going to rob you," Song Fei sighed sadly. "The rest is the best. It's going to be used in the canteen."
"Then we won't go to heaven with the canteen?"
"Who let you really explode!"
The so-called temporary partnership means completion, completeness, absence, existence, tacit understanding and agreement.
"If there are new survivors coming, it doesn't matter if they live in peace, but if there are those who want to pick things up, you're welcome to show up weapons of mass destruction directly."
"When exactly is it on?"
"Listen to Huang mo."
"Just bright?"
"No, no, no!"
Taking a deep breath and breathing out slowly, Song Fei felt calmer.
"Remember," the palm firmly patted on Wang Shan's shoulder, "if the bomb blows up, it's called going back to the West. If it doesn't blow up, it's Shangfang's sword."
Huang Mo smiles happily.It's not the first time that the comrades in arms of the wusheng class have seen song's cunning, but they have a new feeling every time.
Zhao he didn't care about the bomb, but he continued to pull Qi Yan's sleeve.
Helpless to take back the indescribable eyes on BF, Qi Yan holds the hand on his sleeve: "don't worry, I won't forget your anti-inflammatory drugs."
Zhao he felt relieved, and he was more relieved than Song Fei. Sure enough, this is my boyfriend
Er, I always feel that this sentiment is not strange.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Dizzy, he was still asleep. He was waking up and make complaints about his sleeping posture. He was still tired of tucking up your ghost bed. As a result, he was going to wash himself. When he got up, he was dizzy and dizzy and fell back to the floor shop.
On the poor bunk lie Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng and Qiao Siqi, who have been humming for a long time. Zhou Zijun smashes them in the stomach, one of them is one, almost spitting blood.
Song Fei, Qi Yan and the small mines they held escaped, but their ears were also awakened by the wails of their comrades in arms.
Qiao Siqi didn't go to pick Zhou Tongren's head and tried to get rid of him, but he didn't push him for a long time. However, his hands felt the unusual heat on his opponent's forehead, and he was surprised: "you have a fever, too?"
This sentence has only five words, but it has rich connotation and multi-layer emotion. First of all, Zhou Junyi put the word "fever" on his body, which made him feel dizzy and cold. Then he thought about the word "Ye" and realized it later.
Open the paw of Qiao Siqi, Zhou Junyi himself to touch the forehead, the other hand is on Qiao Siqi's head, two contrast, strange heat is exactly the same.
"You infected me?"
“…… You're delusional. " Qiao Shi Qi was suffering from illness, and his mind was hit hard by his comrades. How could he not make complaints about his strength, and vomit the slot to be soft and soft.
Zhou Junyi became more and more dizzy and confused.
Josch fell into the constant hum and stabilized his mind at a low but not completely lost level: "I guess it was blowing in your building, and I felt uncomfortable at that time..."
"Every week is the same." Suddenly, Li Jingyu's weak call came from his ear.
"Wait a minute," said Zhou Junyi, "I'll finish with him first."
"Can you get out of our stomachs first and then go on with him?" Even if pressed to spit blood, Wang Qingyuan's voice still maintains a cold ascetic department.
Luo Geng admits that pretending to be forced is a kind of gene imprinted in the bones and flesh, but he can't: "you're so damn heavy!"
The commotion of class 1 of wusheng started the wake-up of the kitchen. Soon, chemical shishiro and class 2 of wusheng got up one after another. After the radio team set out, the left behind staff of class 2 moved down, which was decided in advance. On the one hand, it's convenient for the collective to guard the base camp; on the other hand, it's more convenient to live downstairs. Apart from other things, going to the toilet alone saves the trouble of climbing up and down.
In fact, there is a third point, which is tacit, but no one has revealed.
Although the first two classes met in the canteen by chance, they didn't have a heart to heart relationship after all. To be exact, even class 2 didn't establish much deep revolutionary friendship within themselves, so the relationship between them was at most cordial classmates, far less frank and intimate.
Being kind and yearning for the bright are the basis of their good neighborliness and friendship, but commonality is not friendship. If class 2 wanted to eat class 1's food, he would take the initiative to exchange his own food instead of directly reaching out his hand; class 1 needed class 2's help in singing, and would write a letter to ask for it instead of directly deploying it; including the radio battle plan behind, class 2 brought it down to discuss with class 1 politely, and it didn't come to the point, but it took a long time to get down to business.
The so-called friendship, need to be congenial do bone, over time do meat.
When United went to express delivery point, the friendship was still very strong. Now the Department building is back, full and pleasant.
The most direct performance is that you can get up on the floor of class 2, which is almost far away from the edge of the sky, across a whole desk. One person says -
"it's you two who hurt me."
Zhou Tongyi, who managed to climb down from his comrades in arms, looked at Qiao Siqi, who was humming and groaning. He was so indignant that he wanted to beat the drum and complain about injustice --
"Feng Qibai, you're called touch porcelain!"
Fortunately, there are many good people in the world. Wu Zhou, a straightforward student, helped to provide a clue: "could it be Zhao he who took the water pipe to show him?"
Feng Qibai, suspiciously, wrapped up his clothes more tightly: "then why are you ok?"
This is a very difficult problem. Wu racked his brains and couldn't solve it. At last, he could only sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so strong."
“……” Feng Qibai closed his eyes. Maybe he could live a little longer.
Zhao he wanted to distinguish when he was betrayed by his friends, but he opened his mouth several times in a row. He couldn't make a sound. He was so scared that he opened his eyes and looked confused.
The first step is to put three feverish people side by side, cover them with clothes, then dip them in cold water with a clean rag, wring them half dry, and apply them on the forehead to cool down physically. Then it's time to heat hot water, and it's time to cook porridge.
After a busy afternoon, the three did not get better. On the contrary, they tended to get worse. Clearly the body burns badly, but the person again a strength shout cold, shrink into a ball of appearance, see the person in the heart despair.
The dozen people had already lost their joking mood. They all looked concerned and anxious like ants on a hot pot.
Huang Mo said that after he went back to the canteen and suddenly relaxed, he found all the previous tiredness. Wang Shan thinks that maybe it's not just about looking for the radio these two days. In his view, it is a miracle that only three of these people who have been fighting have fallen. You know, they just ran to the canteen from the truth-seeking building, and almost lost half their lives. Up to now, the feeling of panic has not been completely relieved, let alone several students, and even died to leave the laboratory.These three people are going to die. They're going to be burned alive with fever.
Not only Wang Shan, but all the students in Yinghua class think so. It's not that they are pessimistic, but that in the current situation, illness is a kind of force majeure. There is no cure and no medicine, and we can only let fate decide.
In fact, what if you don't get sick? You may be killed by zombies rushing in anytime and anywhere.
In the face of this unprecedented disaster, people, like ants, can survive until the final rescue arrives. It's not so strong, it's just a fluke.
"It can't go on like this," Wang Shan heard someone over there say, "we have to find medicine."
Then the other two people reacted as quickly as they could and said, "school hospital!"
It's a dangerous job to strangle fate. If you strangle once, such as chemical shishiro, you can be afraid of several years later and strangle many times, such as wusheng class.
The university hospital is located in the northwest of the campus, which is not the main campus in a strict sense, because the campus planning of Song Fei university faces south, four directions, even the road is as far as possible due north and south, West and East, well shaped layout, while the area where the University hospital is located is an extra piece of land in the northwest, which is used to accommodate retired teachers and in-service teachers The family building. If you look down from high altitude, it is especially like a large rectangle and a small circle. They are very close, but they do not intersect or tangent. They are connected by a short and thin straight line.
This line is the only way to the family area and the school hospital.
This hospital is not so much a school hospital as a community hospital of family buildings. But most of the retired staff are unwilling to move from the old campus in the city center, so that most of them are still young and strong in-service teachers, so there are few students and few teachers seeking medical treatment. The whole school hospital has been in a solemn and quiet state for a long time.
There was no time for the friends to discuss too much, and soon the people who went to find the medicine decided -- Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng.
The number is set at four, because this time we have to make a quick decision. If there are too many people, there is a great possibility of twists and turns. If there are too few people, the risk factor will be high and the success rate will be dragged down.
The reason why Song Fei chose four of them is that Song Fei is familiar with the terrain of the park. Qi Yan has the highest comprehensive quality of experience, skill and brain among the remaining healthy comrades in arms. Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also have a certain fighting capacity, and they are full of physical strength because they have been cultivating and recuperating.
Lin Dilei and Li Jingyu are left in class 1 to take care of Zhou Tongyi and Qiao Siqi.
Class 2 all stayed this time. Huang silent, the Poseidon needle, Zhao he's pharyngitis, Feng Qibai's illness, he Zhiwen's hands were not tied. Fu Xiyuan had little experience in zombie fighting, but he had no problem in fighting. Therefore, in case of a surviving student with a bad heart breaking in, he could join hands with Wu Zhou.
It's almost dusk.
Luo Geng asked Zhao Hesuo to return to the army, but the latter was reluctant to give up, but had no choice but to hand it in.
There was only one bottle of toilet water left. After a long discussion, four people decided not to spray it. As a result, she was sprayed with Chanel by Lin Dilei without any notice. It is said that lingering incense lasts much longer than six God, and with sweating and body fragrance, it is even more provocative.
Four male students, you look at me, I look at you, through the goggles can feel each other's eyes have no love.
mobile phone, flashlight, rope, simple rations, mask, mop gun, fruit knife, scissors, knife, military thorn, metal chopsticks, CHANEL perfume... Looking at the wusheng class, he put all kinds of equipment on his body, props in his backpack and weapons in his belt. It was an eye opener.
This is not a miscellaneous army, this is a well-equipped independent regiment!!!
Before recovering from the shock, Wang Shan only felt that he was shrouded in a shadow. Looking up, it was Song Fei.
The comer stood, he sat, and he lost a lot only from his momentum, especially on Song Fei's face: "is there any bomb?"
"I can't give it to you!" Wang Shan blurted out the refusal, almost subconsciously, and then felt a little stiff, and whispered, "this is the only thing we can defend ourselves."
No one is to blame for not having a friendly and upright face.
"No one's going to rob you," Song Fei sighed sadly. "The rest is the best. It's going to be used in the canteen."
"Then we won't go to heaven with the canteen?"
"Who let you really explode!"
The so-called temporary partnership means completion, completeness, absence, existence, tacit understanding and agreement.
"If there are new survivors coming, it doesn't matter if they live in peace, but if there are those who want to pick things up, you're welcome to show up weapons of mass destruction directly."
"When exactly is it on?"
"Listen to Huang mo."
"Just bright?"
"No, no, no!"
Taking a deep breath and breathing out slowly, Song Fei felt calmer.
"Remember," the palm firmly patted on Wang Shan's shoulder, "if the bomb blows up, it's called going back to the West. If it doesn't blow up, it's Shangfang's sword."
Huang Mo smiles happily.It's not the first time that the comrades in arms of the wusheng class have seen song's cunning, but they have a new feeling every time.
Zhao he didn't care about the bomb, but he continued to pull Qi Yan's sleeve.
Helpless to take back the indescribable eyes on BF, Qi Yan holds the hand on his sleeve: "don't worry, I won't forget your anti-inflammatory drugs."
Zhao he felt relieved, and he was more relieved than Song Fei. Sure enough, this is my boyfriend
Er, I always feel that this sentiment is not strange.
Dizzy, he was still asleep. He was waking up and make complaints about his sleeping posture. He was still tired of tucking up your ghost bed. As a result, he was going to wash himself. When he got up, he was dizzy and dizzy and fell back to the floor shop. On the poor bunk lie Wang Qingyuan, Li Jingyu, Luo Geng and Qiao Siqi, who have been humming for a long time. Zhou Zijun smashes them in the stomach, one of them is one, almost spitting blood. Song Fei, Qi Yan and the small mines they held escaped, but their ears were also awakened by the wails of their comrades in arms. Qiao Siqi didn't go to pick Zhou Tongren's head and tried to get rid of him, but he didn't push him for a long time. However, his hands felt the unusual heat on his opponent's forehead, and he was surprised: "you have a fever, too?" This sentence has only five words, but it has rich connotation and multi-layer emotion. First of all, Zhou Junyi put the word "fever" on his body, which made him feel dizzy and cold. Then he thought about the word "Ye" and realized it later. Open the paw of Qiao Siqi, Zhou Junyi himself to touch the forehead, the other hand is on Qiao Siqi's head, two contrast, strange heat is exactly the same. "You infected me?" You're delusional. " Qiao Shi Qi was suffering from illness, and his mind was hit hard by his comrades. How could he not make complaints about his strength, and vomit the slot to be soft and soft. Zhou Junyi became more and more dizzy and confused. Josch fell into the constant hum and stabilized his mind at a low but not completely lost level: "I guess it was blowing in your building, and I felt uncomfortable at that time..." "Every week is the same." Suddenly, Li Jingyu's weak call came from his ear. "Wait a minute," said Zhou Junyi, "I'll finish with him first." "Can you get out of our stomachs first and then go on with him?" Even if pressed to spit blood, Wang Qingyuan's voice still maintains a cold ascetic department. Luo Geng admits that pretending to be forced is a kind of gene imprinted in the bones and flesh, but he can't: "you're so damn heavy!" The commotion of class 1 of wusheng started the wake-up of the kitchen. Soon, chemical shishiro and class 2 of wusheng got up one after another. After the radio team set out, the left behind staff of class 2 moved down, which was decided in advance. On the one hand, it's convenient for the collective to guard the base camp; on the other hand, it's more convenient to live downstairs. Apart from other things, going to the toilet alone saves the trouble of climbing up and down. In fact, there is a third point, which is tacit, but no one has revealed. Although the first two classes met in the canteen by chance, they didn't have a heart to heart relationship after all. To be exact, even class 2 didn't establish much deep revolutionary friendship within themselves, so the relationship between them was at most cordial classmates, far less frank and intimate. Being kind and yearning for the bright are the basis of their good neighborliness and friendship, but commonality is not friendship. If class 2 wanted to eat class 1's food, he would take the initiative to exchange his own food instead of directly reaching out his hand; class 1 needed class 2's help in singing, and would write a letter to ask for it instead of directly deploying it; including the radio battle plan behind, class 2 brought it down to discuss with class 1 politely, and it didn't come to the point, but it took a long time to get down to business. The so-called friendship, need to be congenial do bone, over time do meat. When United went to express delivery point, the friendship was still very strong. Now the Department building is back, full and pleasant. The most direct performance is that you can get up on the floor of class 2, which is almost far away from the edge of the sky, across a whole desk. One person says - "it's you two who hurt me." Zhou Tongyi, who managed to climb down from his comrades in arms, looked at Qiao Siqi, who was humming and groaning. He was so indignant that he wanted to beat the drum and complain about injustice -- "Feng Qibai, you're called touch porcelain!" Fortunately, there are many good people in the world. Wu Zhou, a straightforward student, helped to provide a clue: "could it be Zhao he who took the water pipe to show him?" Feng Qibai, suspiciously, wrapped up his clothes more tightly: "then why are you ok?" This is a very difficult problem. Wu racked his brains and couldn't solve it. At last, he could only sincerely apologize: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so strong." Feng Qibai closed his eyes. Maybe he could live a little longer. Zhao he wanted to distinguish when he was betrayed by his friends, but he opened his mouth several times in a row. He couldn't make a sound. He was so scared that he opened his eyes and looked confused. The first step is to put three feverish people side by side, cover them with clothes, then dip them in cold water with a clean rag, wring them half dry, and apply them on the forehead to cool down physically. Then it's time to heat hot water, and it's time to cook porridge. After a busy afternoon, the three did not get better. On the contrary, they tended to get worse. Clearly the body burns badly, but the person again a strength shout cold, shrink into a ball of appearance, see the person in the heart despair. The dozen people had already lost their joking mood. They all looked concerned and anxious like ants on a hot pot. Huang Mo said that after he went back to the canteen and suddenly relaxed, he found all the previous tiredness. Wang Shan thinks that maybe it's not just about looking for the radio these two days. In his view, it is a miracle that only three of these people who have been fighting have fallen. You know, they just ran to the canteen from the truth-seeking building, and almost lost half their lives. Up to now, the feeling of panic has not been completely relieved, let alone several students, and even died to leave the laboratory.These three people are going to die. They're going to be burned alive with fever. Not only Wang Shan, but all the students in Yinghua class think so. It's not that they are pessimistic, but that in the current situation, illness is a kind of force majeure. There is no cure and no medicine, and we can only let fate decide. In fact, what if you don't get sick? You may be killed by zombies rushing in anytime and anywhere. In the face of this unprecedented disaster, people, like ants, can survive until the final rescue arrives. It's not so strong, it's just a fluke. "It can't go on like this," Wang Shan heard someone over there say, "we have to find medicine." Then the other two people reacted as quickly as they could and said, "school hospital!" It's a dangerous job to strangle fate. If you strangle once, such as chemical shishiro, you can be afraid of several years later and strangle many times, such as wusheng class. The university hospital is located in the northwest of the campus, which is not the main campus in a strict sense, because the campus planning of Song Fei university faces south, four directions, even the road is as far as possible due north and south, West and East, well shaped layout, while the area where the University hospital is located is an extra piece of land in the northwest, which is used to accommodate retired teachers and in-service teachers The family building. If you look down from high altitude, it is especially like a large rectangle and a small circle. They are very close, but they do not intersect or tangent. They are connected by a short and thin straight line. This line is the only way to the family area and the school hospital. This hospital is not so much a school hospital as a community hospital of family buildings. But most of the retired staff are unwilling to move from the old campus in the city center, so that most of them are still young and strong in-service teachers, so there are few students and few teachers seeking medical treatment. The whole school hospital has been in a solemn and quiet state for a long time. There was no time for the friends to discuss too much, and soon the people who went to find the medicine decided -- Song Fei, Qi Yan, Wang Qingyuan, Luo Geng. The number is set at four, because this time we have to make a quick decision. If there are too many people, there is a great possibility of twists and turns. If there are too few people, the risk factor will be high and the success rate will be dragged down. The reason why Song Fei chose four of them is that Song Fei is familiar with the terrain of the park. Qi Yan has the highest comprehensive quality of experience, skill and brain among the remaining healthy comrades in arms. Luo Geng and Wang Qingyuan also have a certain fighting capacity, and they are full of physical strength because they have been cultivating and recuperating. Lin Dilei and Li Jingyu are left in class 1 to take care of Zhou Tongyi and Qiao Siqi. Class 2 all stayed this time. Huang silent, the Poseidon needle, Zhao he's pharyngitis, Feng Qibai's illness, he Zhiwen's hands were not tied. Fu Xiyuan had little experience in zombie fighting, but he had no problem in fighting. Therefore, in case of a surviving student with a bad heart breaking in, he could join hands with Wu Zhou. It's almost dusk. Luo Geng asked Zhao Hesuo to return to the army, but the latter was reluctant to give up, but had no choice but to hand it in. There was only one bottle of toilet water left. After a long discussion, four people decided not to spray it. As a result, she was sprayed with Chanel by Lin Dilei without any notice. It is said that lingering incense lasts much longer than six God, and with sweating and body fragrance, it is even more provocative. Four male students, you look at me, I look at you, through the goggles can feel each other's eyes have no love. mobile phone, flashlight, rope, simple rations, mask, mop gun, fruit knife, scissors, knife, military thorn, metal chopsticks, CHANEL perfume... Looking at the wusheng class, he put all kinds of equipment on his body, props in his backpack and weapons in his belt. It was an eye opener. This is not a miscellaneous army, this is a well-equipped independent regiment!!! Before recovering from the shock, Wang Shan only felt that he was shrouded in a shadow. Looking up, it was Song Fei. The comer stood, he sat, and he lost a lot only from his momentum, especially on Song Fei's face: "is there any bomb?" "I can't give it to you!" Wang Shan blurted out the refusal, almost subconsciously, and then felt a little stiff, and whispered, "this is the only thing we can defend ourselves." No one is to blame for not having a friendly and upright face. "No one's going to rob you," Song Fei sighed sadly. "The rest is the best. It's going to be used in the canteen." "Then we won't go to heaven with the canteen?" "Who let you really explode!" The so-called temporary partnership means completion, completeness, absence, existence, tacit understanding and agreement. "If there are new survivors coming, it doesn't matter if they live in peace, but if there are those who want to pick things up, you're welcome to show up weapons of mass destruction directly." "When exactly is it on?" "Listen to Huang mo." "Just bright?" "No, no, no!" Taking a deep breath and breathing out slowly, Song Fei felt calmer. "Remember," the palm firmly patted on Wang Shan's shoulder, "if the bomb blows up, it's called going back to the West. If it doesn't blow up, it's Shangfang's sword." Huang Mo smiles happily.It's not the first time that the comrades in arms of the wusheng class have seen song's cunning, but they have a new feeling every time. Zhao he didn't care about the bomb, but he continued to pull Qi Yan's sleeve. Helpless to take back the indescribable eyes on BF, Qi Yan holds the hand on his sleeve: "don't worry, I won't forget your anti-inflammatory drugs." Zhao he felt relieved, and he was more relieved than Song Fei. Sure enough, this is my boyfriend Er, I always feel that this sentiment is not strange.
