Chapter 84
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Song Fei comes to Huang Mo's ear and simply repeats what he asked from Ding Shiyuan. He kept his voice very low and had the cover of the radio, so the 29 people on the other side didn't want to hear a word.
But even so, he is still not at ease, while speaking, Yu Guang aims at the uninvited guests, for fear that someone will rush out to make trouble.
After the report, Huang Mo nodded to show that he was clear.
Huang Mo has a number in his heart, and Song Fei's heart falls to the ground. When he looks at the uninvited guests again, it's not Yu Guang, but he turns his face directly to them, face to face, aboveboard.
"Ah, the triangle eye, why do you always peek at me. It's good that I didn't settle with you about smashing the freezer. How dare you refuse to accept seven or eight? "
"Ah?" Caught a current triangle eye, the classmate a face muddle force, "what freezer?" He was just curious about what these two people were murmuring about. Unconsciously, he took a look at them more. How could a freezer come into being?
Song Fei looked disgusted: "don't pretend, Georgie has identified it. You are the one who smashed the glass freezer!"
"How can it be," triangle eye students in the eyes of consternation and innocence are so sincere, "I have no impression..."
"Ha," sniffed Seinfeld, "what do you have in mind?"
"I remember running outside my dorm and listening to the radio here, really."
“……” I've seen Song Fei a lot, but it's the first time I've seen him so simple and rude.
The amnesia of the students, you win!
"Well, you have a big arm and a round waist. If you lower your head to the ground, I can recognize the back of your head. Just now is you poke He Zhi to ask, I give you to remember
Trying to hide in the crowd of stout students were this false accusation excitedly slap a case: "fuck, I didn't poke!"
Song Fei also raised his eyebrows: "do you still want to poke?"
The male student's momentum in the heart of the moment weak, hunchbacked, also unconsciously some rickets, but also die to support the mutter: "I did not know how to light the knife, the brain is blank, but then really poke down when the hand shaking, otherwise you think he can have a chance to take the flour bag to block?"
"That's the point. You've done so much harm to the flour. Can you still eat it? It's more unforgivable than poking he Zhiwen! "
"Song Fei..." Not far away came he's gentle call.
"Ah," Song Fei excites himself and looks at each other weakly. "Xiao He, ha ha, you are here, too."
"Yes," he asked, holding out his hand and smiling, "it's really a sad story."
"Well, you, sit down!" Shrinking his neck, Song Fei ended this dangerous topic.
The male schoolmate sitting down in confusion, continues to tangle in the balance of flour and human life. One after another, his value system has been basically destroyed. When he listened to the radio just now, he rebuilt a little bit. Now he is stirred up by Song Fei and collapses into ruins again.
Huang Mo could not help but pull Song Fei's sleeve: "OK."
Song Fei lingered for a long time before he sat down. He was still not satisfied. He murmured to Huang Mo in a low voice, "if you don't scare me, I'm not at ease."
"There should be no problem at this stage."
Song Fei knows that the lighter Huang Mo's tone is, the more profound it is. But: "at this stage?"
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded his head lightly: "well, there is food and news."
"Edible It's going to be over. " No one wants to face the reality, optimistic as Song Fei, also said very hard.
Huang Mo has no choice but to smile: "that can only be seen that day."
Yes, in the present situation, it's a fortune teller to make a good living. As for the future, let's take a step by step.
Song Fei shakes his head and successfully loses his gloomy outlook on the road ahead, but brings back his unbearable memory of the past: "you say, if we meet Zisheng in the supermarket, we can fight like today, will things be different behind us?"
"There is no such if." Huang Mo looks at Song Fei with soft eyes, "as long as Yu Zisheng doesn't do it first, you can never work hard with your classmates. And to say the least, there were only six of you at that time, and your fighting experience was far less than that of the present. If you really start, you will be outnumbered, and you will surely die. "
"So it's right to leave the supermarket," Song Fei said, showing his white teeth. "We have a chance to be what we are now."
Huang Mo said with a smile: "well, to be reborn, to fight against the Buddha."
Looking back at the 29 uninvited guests, Song Fei felt it necessary to let them know: "I tell you, no one can think of another crooked idea. We are no longer soft glutinous rabbits who can only hit zombies with fruit knife, folding knife, art knife, Swiss knife, scissors, sushi gun, Korean chopsticks, Bagua fan, Military Boxing!"
Twenty nine students
Where the hell is this soft and waxy!!!
It's time to report, it's time to intimidate, and Song Fei retired.
"Oh, yes," Huang Mo held him to get up, and said, "tell Johns that people are sick, so don't always think about the battle on the front line."Song Feile makes a sound and knows that Huang Mo is talking about the killer who lives in the freezer in Qiao's illness: "OK, I advise you."
Farewell to Huang Mo, Song Fei goes around the kitchen like a bee, passing the information from Ding Zhiyuan to his friends, and finally falls back to Qi Yan.
But even if he fell back, he checked the condition of the three comrades in arms first, then bared his teeth and raised his clothes to ask Qi Yan to help look at the eye of the needle on his back.
"It's all over?" Qi Yan's sight did not leave from Song Fei's body. He was distressed and tired. At last, he became depressed.
"I can't stabilize the fruits of victory."
"Is it stable now?"
"Absolutely. I'm sure our fancy death squads image has left an indelible shadow in their hearts
"Not handsome?"
"Handsome guy also hurts! What did you wipe for me
"Alcohol."
"You brought back alcohol No, I really feel like sulfuric acid! "
"The needle is too thick, the eye of the needle is too big, the alcohol flows in, and it is hard to avoid tingling."
"Do you have to describe in such a cruel and detailed manner..." Song Fei tears bitterly, "I have enough bad luck this evening, and hit the glass and get stabbed, who can be worse than me!"
Qi Yan sighed, gently helped him put down his clothes, and took him into his arms from behind. He was gentle and helpless: "when you do anything in the future, can you stop being impulsive and think more, don't think twice, just think twice."
This is not the first time that Qi Yan said that he was impetuous, but it was the most gentle tone, the lowest posture and the warmest embrace.
Song Fei's soft thorns turned into noodles, and his bad temper turned into a pool of water.
"Don't be impulsive, think more," murmured Sophie. "Just like you?"
Qi Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it for a while, so he could only answer cautiously: "well."
Song Fei looked back, eyebrows light pick, unkind smile: "I'm like you, what do you want?"
“……” He knew there was a hole in it!
Qi Yan and Song Fei rarely had such a happy time.
But good things are as short as a fleeting moment.
"Qi Yan..." Qiao, one of the three friends in the disease and the most energetic student from the beginning to the end, made a weak call.
Maintaining the posture of embracing BF, Qi Yan frowned and looked at his comrades lying beside him: "why haven't you fallen asleep?"
With a mouthful of blood, josch felt worse: "I don't know I'm more and more sleepy and confused, but I just can't sleep I can't live any longer, Wuwuwuwu... "
Song Fei broke away from Kai Qi Yan and quickly came to Qiao Siqi's side to comfort him: "it's normal to be sleepy when taking medicine. What you have to do now is not to think about anything and feel it till dawn. Believe me, you will be alive as soon as the sun comes out tomorrow
"Really?" Jockey's voice trembled with tears, and he could tell that he was really afraid.
Song Fei took a deep breath and said, "really."
Josch: "woo, I don't believe it..."
“……” If it wasn't for the serious illness, this kind of comrade in arms who is in a groove from head to foot has no reason to avoid being beaten by fat at all!!!
"If you really don't think so," Qi Yan suddenly said, "hang the bottle."
Josch was stunned.
Song Fei was also a little confused: "did you bring back the infusion bottle?"
Qi Yan nodded, and at the same time picked up josch's hand and began to rub the blood vessels on the back of his hand.
Jockey even forgot to cry, and asked, "you, you can infusion?"
"No," Qi Yan didn't think about it either, "but I've never eaten pork before. I've always seen pigs run. Just look for the vein. At the beginning, you may not have a good grasp of the strength, and it is easy to puncture the wall of the blood vessel, but if you can't do it at one time, you can prick it several times. As long as there is blood reflux in the infusion tube, it proves that you have pricked it into the blood vessel. "
“……”
"But you can't see the blood vessels clearly on the back of your hand."
"Can it be that you don't know how to..."
"Forget it. Let's change our wrists. The skin here is the thinnest and the blood vessels can be seen most clearly. You can see the needle clearly through the skin when the infusion needle goes in, so those who commit suicide like to cut their wrists... "
"Brother Qi!" Qiao Siqi suddenly gave a full call, pulled his hand back from Qi Yan's claws, and hid it deeply in the quilt. "The medicine you took back seems to have begun to work. I'm not so cold, and my strength is back. I feel I can live another 500 years!"
Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "come on."
Josch slammed his eyes. "Good night!"
Qi Yan didn't bring back any infusion bottle at all. It was after Qiao Siqi started snoring that Song Fei realized it later.
Qi Yan's learning is bad, and he slips into the abyss of shamelessness under his own eyes. Song Fei doesn't know whether to mourn the death of an upright youth or to welcome the arrival of a Song Fei No.2.But the problem is that he didn't let Qi Yan learn from him!
Those who want people to learn, such as Qi Yan, ask him to think more and never fail.
Qi Yan doesn't want people to learn, such as his "shining point", but he has no teacher.
It's true that all the old sayings are true - it's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly!
Dada dada
Bang
"Ah..."
Pudong
I don't know where to sneak in the wind of thieves, will be messy and noisy together.
The sound is so far away that it doesn't sound realistic.
But all the sober people in the back kitchen heard it, and the lighter the voice, the more people's hearts hung up.
At first, the boys looked out through the blinds, but got nothing.
Fortunately, when class 1 of Wu Sheng first came to the canteen, the rope left by Song Fei and a small landmine who ran to the roof by mistake was still there. Although the end of the rope only stayed in the middle of the window of class 2's Korean kitchen, class 2 lengthened the rope with the help of class 1 when they frequently went back and forth between the first floor and the second floor. In order to prevent zombies from climbing, class 2 always fished the back half of the rope back into the window after using it Now that such people are on the first floor, they will tie a heavy object on the end of the rope and throw it back. When they use it, they will hook it out with a long gun.
It's late at night, and the zombies have been scattered out of the window.
Qi Yan took out the rope and climbed up to the roof. After he quickly took up the rope, the noise in the distance was still there.
That is the direction of the west side of the dormitory, separated by a certain distance, can't really see, can only vaguely identify is a lot of people running. In the moonlight, the shadow of the army of fugitives was drawn for a long time.
Qi Yan's dormitories, including canteens and supermarkets, belong to the Eastern District on a large scale, which is also the area where most undergraduate students are concentrated. The western district is dominated by graduate students, while students from the Institute of international education and the Institute of continuing education live there, as well as a very small number of undergraduates from other departments who are unfortunately assigned to the western district because the eastern district is full.
There is no student canteen in the west side, but there is a gardener's restaurant and a dumpling restaurant.
The gardener's restaurant is called the restaurant. In fact, it is also a canteen with two floors, about one third of the size of the main food hall they are in. The same window swipes the card for dining, which is no different from here. Therefore, the main consumption force is still the students in the west side, and the hardworking gardeners often get a little red from Wanlv.
Jiaozi restaurant is the only commercial restaurant in the school, covering a large area. In addition to jiaozi, it also takes care of private dishes. It is said that the school has always been closed to commercial catering. I don't know how the owner of Jiaozi restaurant has a good command of business, and finally he is the best.
The distance between the East and the west is not too far, but it's not very close. So unless you want to eat special food in the main food hall, students from the West seldom come here for dinner.
Including now, the direction of their escape is also the gardener's restaurant.
So Qi Yan could only watch them farther and farther away, until even the shadow disappeared at the end of the noise.
"West side?"
"Well," Qi Yan said with cool breath, "running to the gardener's restaurant, it's estimated that the situation is similar to ours."
"There are a lot of people in the west side," sighed Lin Dilei. "The canteen is not as big as ours. The situation will only be worse."
"Fuck, I still want to go there if I can't do it here," Wu Zhou said with a look of despair. "It seems that it's out of the question."
"When are the soldiers coming?"
"Uncle policeman is ok too..."
My friends, you say a word, I say a word, complain more, dry goods less, finally did not talk out why.
The current predicament is like a problem without solution, which is not right.
In the end, Huang Mo, who has been quiet all the time, said that since there is no way out, it's time to take care of the illness and have a rest. When everyone is alive and well, no matter how difficult it is, we can get through it, and no matter how hard the road is, we can step on it smoothly.
The friends don't know where Huang Mo is confident, but somehow they are affected by this confidence.
Sophie's self-confidence is like coke. It's cool to drink, but if you occasionally get choked by carbonation, you will also want to attack it. But Huang Mo's self-confidence is like green tea. It tastes fragrant in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. It is low-key, luxurious and full of connotation, mysterious and elegant.
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Song Fei comes to Huang Mo's ear and simply repeats what he asked from Ding Shiyuan. He kept his voice very low and had the cover of the radio, so the 29 people on the other side didn't want to hear a word.
But even so, he is still not at ease, while speaking, Yu Guang aims at the uninvited guests, for fear that someone will rush out to make trouble.
After the report, Huang Mo nodded to show that he was clear.
Huang Mo has a number in his heart, and Song Fei's heart falls to the ground. When he looks at the uninvited guests again, it's not Yu Guang, but he turns his face directly to them, face to face, aboveboard.
"Ah, the triangle eye, why do you always peek at me. It's good that I didn't settle with you about smashing the freezer. How dare you refuse to accept seven or eight? "
"Ah?" Caught a current triangle eye, the classmate a face muddle force, "what freezer?" He was just curious about what these two people were murmuring about. Unconsciously, he took a look at them more. How could a freezer come into being?
Song Fei looked disgusted: "don't pretend, Georgie has identified it. You are the one who smashed the glass freezer!"
"How can it be," triangle eye students in the eyes of consternation and innocence are so sincere, "I have no impression..."
"Ha," sniffed Seinfeld, "what do you have in mind?"
"I remember running outside my dorm and listening to the radio here, really."
“……” I've seen Song Fei a lot, but it's the first time I've seen him so simple and rude.
The amnesia of the students, you win!
"Well, you have a big arm and a round waist. If you lower your head to the ground, I can recognize the back of your head. Just now is you poke He Zhi to ask, I give you to remember
Trying to hide in the crowd of stout students were this false accusation excitedly slap a case: "fuck, I didn't poke!"
Song Fei also raised his eyebrows: "do you still want to poke?"
The male student's momentum in the heart of the moment weak, hunchbacked, also unconsciously some rickets, but also die to support the mutter: "I did not know how to light the knife, the brain is blank, but then really poke down when the hand shaking, otherwise you think he can have a chance to take the flour bag to block?"
"That's the point. You've done so much harm to the flour. Can you still eat it? It's more unforgivable than poking he Zhiwen! "
"Song Fei..." Not far away came he's gentle call.
"Ah," Song Fei excites himself and looks at each other weakly. "Xiao He, ha ha, you are here, too."
"Yes," he asked, holding out his hand and smiling, "it's really a sad story."
"Well, you, sit down!" Shrinking his neck, Song Fei ended this dangerous topic.
The male schoolmate sitting down in confusion, continues to tangle in the balance of flour and human life. One after another, his value system has been basically destroyed. When he listened to the radio just now, he rebuilt a little bit. Now he is stirred up by Song Fei and collapses into ruins again.
Huang Mo could not help but pull Song Fei's sleeve: "OK."
Song Fei lingered for a long time before he sat down. He was still not satisfied. He murmured to Huang Mo in a low voice, "if you don't scare me, I'm not at ease."
"There should be no problem at this stage."
Song Fei knows that the lighter Huang Mo's tone is, the more profound it is. But: "at this stage?"
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded his head lightly: "well, there is food and news."
"Edible It's going to be over. " No one wants to face the reality, optimistic as Song Fei, also said very hard.
Huang Mo has no choice but to smile: "that can only be seen that day."
Yes, in the present situation, it's a fortune teller to make a good living. As for the future, let's take a step by step.
Song Fei shakes his head and successfully loses his gloomy outlook on the road ahead, but brings back his unbearable memory of the past: "you say, if we meet Zisheng in the supermarket, we can fight like today, will things be different behind us?"
"There is no such if." Huang Mo looks at Song Fei with soft eyes, "as long as Yu Zisheng doesn't do it first, you can never work hard with your classmates. And to say the least, there were only six of you at that time, and your fighting experience was far less than that of the present. If you really start, you will be outnumbered, and you will surely die. "
"So it's right to leave the supermarket," Song Fei said, showing his white teeth. "We have a chance to be what we are now."
Huang Mo said with a smile: "well, to be reborn, to fight against the Buddha."
Looking back at the 29 uninvited guests, Song Fei felt it necessary to let them know: "I tell you, no one can think of another crooked idea. We are no longer soft glutinous rabbits who can only hit zombies with fruit knife, folding knife, art knife, Swiss knife, scissors, sushi gun, Korean chopsticks, Bagua fan, Military Boxing!"
Twenty nine students
Where the hell is this soft and waxy!!!
It's time to report, it's time to intimidate, and Song Fei retired.
"Oh, yes," Huang Mo held him to get up, and said, "tell Johns that people are sick, so don't always think about the battle on the front line."Song Feile makes a sound and knows that Huang Mo is talking about the killer who lives in the freezer in Qiao's illness: "OK, I advise you."
Farewell to Huang Mo, Song Fei goes around the kitchen like a bee, passing the information from Ding Zhiyuan to his friends, and finally falls back to Qi Yan.
But even if he fell back, he checked the condition of the three comrades in arms first, then bared his teeth and raised his clothes to ask Qi Yan to help look at the eye of the needle on his back.
"It's all over?" Qi Yan's sight did not leave from Song Fei's body. He was distressed and tired. At last, he became depressed.
"I can't stabilize the fruits of victory."
"Is it stable now?"
"Absolutely. I'm sure our fancy death squads image has left an indelible shadow in their hearts
"Not handsome?"
"Handsome guy also hurts! What did you wipe for me
"Alcohol."
"You brought back alcohol No, I really feel like sulfuric acid! "
"The needle is too thick, the eye of the needle is too big, the alcohol flows in, and it is hard to avoid tingling."
"Do you have to describe in such a cruel and detailed manner..." Song Fei tears bitterly, "I have enough bad luck this evening, and hit the glass and get stabbed, who can be worse than me!"
Qi Yan sighed, gently helped him put down his clothes, and took him into his arms from behind. He was gentle and helpless: "when you do anything in the future, can you stop being impulsive and think more, don't think twice, just think twice."
This is not the first time that Qi Yan said that he was impetuous, but it was the most gentle tone, the lowest posture and the warmest embrace.
Song Fei's soft thorns turned into noodles, and his bad temper turned into a pool of water.
"Don't be impulsive, think more," murmured Sophie. "Just like you?"
Qi Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it for a while, so he could only answer cautiously: "well."
Song Fei looked back, eyebrows light pick, unkind smile: "I'm like you, what do you want?"
“……” He knew there was a hole in it!
Qi Yan and Song Fei rarely had such a happy time.
But good things are as short as a fleeting moment.
"Qi Yan..." Qiao, one of the three friends in the disease and the most energetic student from the beginning to the end, made a weak call.
Maintaining the posture of embracing BF, Qi Yan frowned and looked at his comrades lying beside him: "why haven't you fallen asleep?"
With a mouthful of blood, josch felt worse: "I don't know I'm more and more sleepy and confused, but I just can't sleep I can't live any longer, Wuwuwuwu... "
Song Fei broke away from Kai Qi Yan and quickly came to Qiao Siqi's side to comfort him: "it's normal to be sleepy when taking medicine. What you have to do now is not to think about anything and feel it till dawn. Believe me, you will be alive as soon as the sun comes out tomorrow
"Really?" Jockey's voice trembled with tears, and he could tell that he was really afraid.
Song Fei took a deep breath and said, "really."
Josch: "woo, I don't believe it..."
“……” If it wasn't for the serious illness, this kind of comrade in arms who is in a groove from head to foot has no reason to avoid being beaten by fat at all!!!
"If you really don't think so," Qi Yan suddenly said, "hang the bottle."
Josch was stunned.
Song Fei was also a little confused: "did you bring back the infusion bottle?"
Qi Yan nodded, and at the same time picked up josch's hand and began to rub the blood vessels on the back of his hand.
Jockey even forgot to cry, and asked, "you, you can infusion?"
"No," Qi Yan didn't think about it either, "but I've never eaten pork before. I've always seen pigs run. Just look for the vein. At the beginning, you may not have a good grasp of the strength, and it is easy to puncture the wall of the blood vessel, but if you can't do it at one time, you can prick it several times. As long as there is blood reflux in the infusion tube, it proves that you have pricked it into the blood vessel. "
“……”
"But you can't see the blood vessels clearly on the back of your hand."
"Can it be that you don't know how to..."
"Forget it. Let's change our wrists. The skin here is the thinnest and the blood vessels can be seen most clearly. You can see the needle clearly through the skin when the infusion needle goes in, so those who commit suicide like to cut their wrists... "
"Brother Qi!" Qiao Siqi suddenly gave a full call, pulled his hand back from Qi Yan's claws, and hid it deeply in the quilt. "The medicine you took back seems to have begun to work. I'm not so cold, and my strength is back. I feel I can live another 500 years!"
Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "come on."
Josch slammed his eyes. "Good night!"
Qi Yan didn't bring back any infusion bottle at all. It was after Qiao Siqi started snoring that Song Fei realized it later.
Qi Yan's learning is bad, and he slips into the abyss of shamelessness under his own eyes. Song Fei doesn't know whether to mourn the death of an upright youth or to welcome the arrival of a Song Fei No.2.But the problem is that he didn't let Qi Yan learn from him!
Those who want people to learn, such as Qi Yan, ask him to think more and never fail.
Qi Yan doesn't want people to learn, such as his "shining point", but he has no teacher.
It's true that all the old sayings are true - it's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly!
Dada dada
Bang
"Ah..."
Pudong
I don't know where to sneak in the wind of thieves, will be messy and noisy together.
The sound is so far away that it doesn't sound realistic.
But all the sober people in the back kitchen heard it, and the lighter the voice, the more people's hearts hung up.
At first, the boys looked out through the blinds, but got nothing.
Fortunately, when class 1 of Wu Sheng first came to the canteen, the rope left by Song Fei and a small landmine who ran to the roof by mistake was still there. Although the end of the rope only stayed in the middle of the window of class 2's Korean kitchen, class 2 lengthened the rope with the help of class 1 when they frequently went back and forth between the first floor and the second floor. In order to prevent zombies from climbing, class 2 always fished the back half of the rope back into the window after using it Now that such people are on the first floor, they will tie a heavy object on the end of the rope and throw it back. When they use it, they will hook it out with a long gun.
It's late at night, and the zombies have been scattered out of the window.
Qi Yan took out the rope and climbed up to the roof. After he quickly took up the rope, the noise in the distance was still there.
That is the direction of the west side of the dormitory, separated by a certain distance, can't really see, can only vaguely identify is a lot of people running. In the moonlight, the shadow of the army of fugitives was drawn for a long time.
Qi Yan's dormitories, including canteens and supermarkets, belong to the Eastern District on a large scale, which is also the area where most undergraduate students are concentrated. The western district is dominated by graduate students, while students from the Institute of international education and the Institute of continuing education live there, as well as a very small number of undergraduates from other departments who are unfortunately assigned to the western district because the eastern district is full.
There is no student canteen in the west side, but there is a gardener's restaurant and a dumpling restaurant.
The gardener's restaurant is called the restaurant. In fact, it is also a canteen with two floors, about one third of the size of the main food hall they are in. The same window swipes the card for dining, which is no different from here. Therefore, the main consumption force is still the students in the west side, and the hardworking gardeners often get a little red from Wanlv.
Jiaozi restaurant is the only commercial restaurant in the school, covering a large area. In addition to jiaozi, it also takes care of private dishes. It is said that the school has always been closed to commercial catering. I don't know how the owner of Jiaozi restaurant has a good command of business, and finally he is the best.
The distance between the East and the west is not too far, but it's not very close. So unless you want to eat special food in the main food hall, students from the West seldom come here for dinner.
Including now, the direction of their escape is also the gardener's restaurant.
So Qi Yan could only watch them farther and farther away, until even the shadow disappeared at the end of the noise.
"West side?"
"Well," Qi Yan said with cool breath, "running to the gardener's restaurant, it's estimated that the situation is similar to ours."
"There are a lot of people in the west side," sighed Lin Dilei. "The canteen is not as big as ours. The situation will only be worse."
"Fuck, I still want to go there if I can't do it here," Wu Zhou said with a look of despair. "It seems that it's out of the question."
"When are the soldiers coming?"
"Uncle policeman is ok too..."
My friends, you say a word, I say a word, complain more, dry goods less, finally did not talk out why.
The current predicament is like a problem without solution, which is not right.
In the end, Huang Mo, who has been quiet all the time, said that since there is no way out, it's time to take care of the illness and have a rest. When everyone is alive and well, no matter how difficult it is, we can get through it, and no matter how hard the road is, we can step on it smoothly.
The friends don't know where Huang Mo is confident, but somehow they are affected by this confidence.
Sophie's self-confidence is like coke. It's cool to drink, but if you occasionally get choked by carbonation, you will also want to attack it. But Huang Mo's self-confidence is like green tea. It tastes fragrant in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. It is low-key, luxurious and full of connotation, mysterious and elegant.
Song Fei comes to Huang Mo's ear and simply repeats what he asked from Ding Shiyuan. He kept his voice very low and had the cover of the radio, so the 29 people on the other side didn't want to hear a word. But even so, he is still not at ease, while speaking, Yu Guang aims at the uninvited guests, for fear that someone will rush out to make trouble. After the report, Huang Mo nodded to show that he was clear. Huang Mo has a number in his heart, and Song Fei's heart falls to the ground. When he looks at the uninvited guests again, it's not Yu Guang, but he turns his face directly to them, face to face, aboveboard. "Ah, the triangle eye, why do you always peek at me. It's good that I didn't settle with you about smashing the freezer. How dare you refuse to accept seven or eight? " "Ah?" Caught a current triangle eye, the classmate a face muddle force, "what freezer?" He was just curious about what these two people were murmuring about. Unconsciously, he took a look at them more. How could a freezer come into being? Song Fei looked disgusted: "don't pretend, Georgie has identified it. You are the one who smashed the glass freezer!" "How can it be," triangle eye students in the eyes of consternation and innocence are so sincere, "I have no impression..." "Ha," sniffed Seinfeld, "what do you have in mind?" "I remember running outside my dorm and listening to the radio here, really." I've seen Song Fei a lot, but it's the first time I've seen him so simple and rude. The amnesia of the students, you win! "Well, you have a big arm and a round waist. If you lower your head to the ground, I can recognize the back of your head. Just now is you poke He Zhi to ask, I give you to remember Trying to hide in the crowd of stout students were this false accusation excitedly slap a case: "fuck, I didn't poke!" Song Fei also raised his eyebrows: "do you still want to poke?" The male student's momentum in the heart of the moment weak, hunchbacked, also unconsciously some rickets, but also die to support the mutter: "I did not know how to light the knife, the brain is blank, but then really poke down when the hand shaking, otherwise you think he can have a chance to take the flour bag to block?" "That's the point. You've done so much harm to the flour. Can you still eat it? It's more unforgivable than poking he Zhiwen! " "Song Fei..." Not far away came he's gentle call. "Ah," Song Fei excites himself and looks at each other weakly. "Xiao He, ha ha, you are here, too." "Yes," he asked, holding out his hand and smiling, "it's really a sad story." "Well, you, sit down!" Shrinking his neck, Song Fei ended this dangerous topic. The male schoolmate sitting down in confusion, continues to tangle in the balance of flour and human life. One after another, his value system has been basically destroyed. When he listened to the radio just now, he rebuilt a little bit. Now he is stirred up by Song Fei and collapses into ruins again. Huang Mo could not help but pull Song Fei's sleeve: "OK." Song Fei lingered for a long time before he sat down. He was still not satisfied. He murmured to Huang Mo in a low voice, "if you don't scare me, I'm not at ease." "There should be no problem at this stage." Song Fei knows that the lighter Huang Mo's tone is, the more profound it is. But: "at this stage?" Huang Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded his head lightly: "well, there is food and news." "Edible It's going to be over. " No one wants to face the reality, optimistic as Song Fei, also said very hard. Huang Mo has no choice but to smile: "that can only be seen that day." Yes, in the present situation, it's a fortune teller to make a good living. As for the future, let's take a step by step. Song Fei shakes his head and successfully loses his gloomy outlook on the road ahead, but brings back his unbearable memory of the past: "you say, if we meet Zisheng in the supermarket, we can fight like today, will things be different behind us?" "There is no such if." Huang Mo looks at Song Fei with soft eyes, "as long as Yu Zisheng doesn't do it first, you can never work hard with your classmates. And to say the least, there were only six of you at that time, and your fighting experience was far less than that of the present. If you really start, you will be outnumbered, and you will surely die. " "So it's right to leave the supermarket," Song Fei said, showing his white teeth. "We have a chance to be what we are now." Huang Mo said with a smile: "well, to be reborn, to fight against the Buddha." Looking back at the 29 uninvited guests, Song Fei felt it necessary to let them know: "I tell you, no one can think of another crooked idea. We are no longer soft glutinous rabbits who can only hit zombies with fruit knife, folding knife, art knife, Swiss knife, scissors, sushi gun, Korean chopsticks, Bagua fan, Military Boxing!" Twenty nine students Where the hell is this soft and waxy!!! It's time to report, it's time to intimidate, and Song Fei retired. "Oh, yes," Huang Mo held him to get up, and said, "tell Johns that people are sick, so don't always think about the battle on the front line."Song Feile makes a sound and knows that Huang Mo is talking about the killer who lives in the freezer in Qiao's illness: "OK, I advise you." Farewell to Huang Mo, Song Fei goes around the kitchen like a bee, passing the information from Ding Zhiyuan to his friends, and finally falls back to Qi Yan. But even if he fell back, he checked the condition of the three comrades in arms first, then bared his teeth and raised his clothes to ask Qi Yan to help look at the eye of the needle on his back. "It's all over?" Qi Yan's sight did not leave from Song Fei's body. He was distressed and tired. At last, he became depressed. "I can't stabilize the fruits of victory." "Is it stable now?" "Absolutely. I'm sure our fancy death squads image has left an indelible shadow in their hearts "Not handsome?" "Handsome guy also hurts! What did you wipe for me "Alcohol." "You brought back alcohol No, I really feel like sulfuric acid! " "The needle is too thick, the eye of the needle is too big, the alcohol flows in, and it is hard to avoid tingling." "Do you have to describe in such a cruel and detailed manner..." Song Fei tears bitterly, "I have enough bad luck this evening, and hit the glass and get stabbed, who can be worse than me!" Qi Yan sighed, gently helped him put down his clothes, and took him into his arms from behind. He was gentle and helpless: "when you do anything in the future, can you stop being impulsive and think more, don't think twice, just think twice." This is not the first time that Qi Yan said that he was impetuous, but it was the most gentle tone, the lowest posture and the warmest embrace. Song Fei's soft thorns turned into noodles, and his bad temper turned into a pool of water. "Don't be impulsive, think more," murmured Sophie. "Just like you?" Qi Yan always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find it for a while, so he could only answer cautiously: "well." Song Fei looked back, eyebrows light pick, unkind smile: "I'm like you, what do you want?" He knew there was a hole in it! Qi Yan and Song Fei rarely had such a happy time. But good things are as short as a fleeting moment. "Qi Yan..." Qiao, one of the three friends in the disease and the most energetic student from the beginning to the end, made a weak call. Maintaining the posture of embracing BF, Qi Yan frowned and looked at his comrades lying beside him: "why haven't you fallen asleep?" With a mouthful of blood, josch felt worse: "I don't know I'm more and more sleepy and confused, but I just can't sleep I can't live any longer, Wuwuwuwu... " Song Fei broke away from Kai Qi Yan and quickly came to Qiao Siqi's side to comfort him: "it's normal to be sleepy when taking medicine. What you have to do now is not to think about anything and feel it till dawn. Believe me, you will be alive as soon as the sun comes out tomorrow "Really?" Jockey's voice trembled with tears, and he could tell that he was really afraid. Song Fei took a deep breath and said, "really." Josch: "woo, I don't believe it..." If it wasn't for the serious illness, this kind of comrade in arms who is in a groove from head to foot has no reason to avoid being beaten by fat at all!!! "If you really don't think so," Qi Yan suddenly said, "hang the bottle." Josch was stunned. Song Fei was also a little confused: "did you bring back the infusion bottle?" Qi Yan nodded, and at the same time picked up josch's hand and began to rub the blood vessels on the back of his hand. Jockey even forgot to cry, and asked, "you, you can infusion?" "No," Qi Yan didn't think about it either, "but I've never eaten pork before. I've always seen pigs run. Just look for the vein. At the beginning, you may not have a good grasp of the strength, and it is easy to puncture the wall of the blood vessel, but if you can't do it at one time, you can prick it several times. As long as there is blood reflux in the infusion tube, it proves that you have pricked it into the blood vessel. " "But you can't see the blood vessels clearly on the back of your hand." "Can it be that you don't know how to..." "Forget it. Let's change our wrists. The skin here is the thinnest and the blood vessels can be seen most clearly. You can see the needle clearly through the skin when the infusion needle goes in, so those who commit suicide like to cut their wrists... " "Brother Qi!" Qiao Siqi suddenly gave a full call, pulled his hand back from Qi Yan's claws, and hid it deeply in the quilt. "The medicine you took back seems to have begun to work. I'm not so cold, and my strength is back. I feel I can live another 500 years!" Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "come on." Josch slammed his eyes. "Good night!" Qi Yan didn't bring back any infusion bottle at all. It was after Qiao Siqi started snoring that Song Fei realized it later. Qi Yan's learning is bad, and he slips into the abyss of shamelessness under his own eyes. Song Fei doesn't know whether to mourn the death of an upright youth or to welcome the arrival of a Song Fei No.2.But the problem is that he didn't let Qi Yan learn from him! Those who want people to learn, such as Qi Yan, ask him to think more and never fail. Qi Yan doesn't want people to learn, such as his "shining point", but he has no teacher. It's true that all the old sayings are true - it's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn badly! Dada dada Bang "Ah..." Pudong I don't know where to sneak in the wind of thieves, will be messy and noisy together. The sound is so far away that it doesn't sound realistic. But all the sober people in the back kitchen heard it, and the lighter the voice, the more people's hearts hung up. At first, the boys looked out through the blinds, but got nothing. Fortunately, when class 1 of Wu Sheng first came to the canteen, the rope left by Song Fei and a small landmine who ran to the roof by mistake was still there. Although the end of the rope only stayed in the middle of the window of class 2's Korean kitchen, class 2 lengthened the rope with the help of class 1 when they frequently went back and forth between the first floor and the second floor. In order to prevent zombies from climbing, class 2 always fished the back half of the rope back into the window after using it Now that such people are on the first floor, they will tie a heavy object on the end of the rope and throw it back. When they use it, they will hook it out with a long gun. It's late at night, and the zombies have been scattered out of the window. Qi Yan took out the rope and climbed up to the roof. After he quickly took up the rope, the noise in the distance was still there. That is the direction of the west side of the dormitory, separated by a certain distance, can't really see, can only vaguely identify is a lot of people running. In the moonlight, the shadow of the army of fugitives was drawn for a long time. Qi Yan's dormitories, including canteens and supermarkets, belong to the Eastern District on a large scale, which is also the area where most undergraduate students are concentrated. The western district is dominated by graduate students, while students from the Institute of international education and the Institute of continuing education live there, as well as a very small number of undergraduates from other departments who are unfortunately assigned to the western district because the eastern district is full. There is no student canteen in the west side, but there is a gardener's restaurant and a dumpling restaurant. The gardener's restaurant is called the restaurant. In fact, it is also a canteen with two floors, about one third of the size of the main food hall they are in. The same window swipes the card for dining, which is no different from here. Therefore, the main consumption force is still the students in the west side, and the hardworking gardeners often get a little red from Wanlv. Jiaozi restaurant is the only commercial restaurant in the school, covering a large area. In addition to jiaozi, it also takes care of private dishes. It is said that the school has always been closed to commercial catering. I don't know how the owner of Jiaozi restaurant has a good command of business, and finally he is the best. The distance between the East and the west is not too far, but it's not very close. So unless you want to eat special food in the main food hall, students from the West seldom come here for dinner. Including now, the direction of their escape is also the gardener's restaurant. So Qi Yan could only watch them farther and farther away, until even the shadow disappeared at the end of the noise. "West side?" "Well," Qi Yan said with cool breath, "running to the gardener's restaurant, it's estimated that the situation is similar to ours." "There are a lot of people in the west side," sighed Lin Dilei. "The canteen is not as big as ours. The situation will only be worse." "Fuck, I still want to go there if I can't do it here," Wu Zhou said with a look of despair. "It seems that it's out of the question." "When are the soldiers coming?" "Uncle policeman is ok too..." My friends, you say a word, I say a word, complain more, dry goods less, finally did not talk out why. The current predicament is like a problem without solution, which is not right. In the end, Huang Mo, who has been quiet all the time, said that since there is no way out, it's time to take care of the illness and have a rest. When everyone is alive and well, no matter how difficult it is, we can get through it, and no matter how hard the road is, we can step on it smoothly. The friends don't know where Huang Mo is confident, but somehow they are affected by this confidence. Sophie's self-confidence is like coke. It's cool to drink, but if you occasionally get choked by carbonation, you will also want to attack it. But Huang Mo's self-confidence is like green tea. It tastes fragrant in the mouth and sweet in the aftertaste. It is low-key, luxurious and full of connotation, mysterious and elegant.
