Chapter 87
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The next day, 14 small partners began to pack their bags, wipe their weapons, take what they should take and keep what they should keep.
The radio is still on. Anyway, the battery is enough. It's almost their background sound for most of these days.
Chemistry class and new students in this over and over again to repeat the same content of the broadcast cavity, quietly watching wusheng class busy. There was no expression on their faces. They seemed very calm, but they didn't want to move their eyes away from the Wu Sheng class. It seemed that they could draw more strength by taking one more look.
Even if they don't know when this power will converge into unswerving courage.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei are tidying up the trunk. Most of the space is for warm clothes, and a small part is for pancakes and dried meat. Pancakes are more like Nang. Huang Mo suggests that they should be baked as dry as possible to maximize the shelf life and serve as portable dry food. Dried meat is also a truth. Cut pig and beef into strips, boil and drain the water, then stir fry with oil, salt and cumin until the water in the meat is dried. It has the smallest volume and the largest energy. It mainly focuses on storage to satisfy hunger and gives consideration to flavor.
The backpacks of the comrades also share some cakes and dried meat, but more space is still used for bottled water and tools.
When it comes to tools and articles, we all have our own. For example, Qi Yan's flashlight, Zhao he's triangle iron, Feng Qibai's Xiao, and he Zhiwen's aircraft have been basically fixed. There are also popular items such as ropes and mobile phone chargers. Song Fei and Lin Dilei even recycled the ropes tied with door handles on the roof of the building and rewound them with substitutes twisted by multiple plastic bags. Although they are not as strong as the real ropes, they are not easy to break through as long as the zombies are not crazy.
As for the rope coming down from the top of the building, because they still have to use it to climb down, they can't recover it, so they have to give up. It's one more way for the chemistry class and new students who choose to stay here. If there is an emergency in the kitchen in the future, they can climb up to the roof and make plans.
When Huang Mo and Lin Dilei prepare dry food, whether they take meat from the freezer or flour from the warehouse, the chemistry class and the new students are silent. This surprised Huang mo. We need to know that we are preparing food rations for 14 people, even if it is only for a few days, it is also very considerable.
Huang Mo has even come up with a Persuasive Strategy to deal with the possible protests. After all, the more dry food they take, the less food they have left.
but make complaints about it, even Tucao.
When she and Lin Dilei finished all these, spread them out to cool, and began to repack them, Wang Shan asked, is that enough?
Lin Di Lei didn't have Huang Mo's meticulous mind. After listening to this question, she immediately replied that we couldn't take any more.
Wang Shan didn't expect how to reply. He couldn't laugh or cry.
Huang Mocai jokingly said, I'm afraid you think we take too much.
Wang Shan is stunned, think also don't want a way, how possible.
Huang Mo is also a little stunned. It seems that he and the other party are not in the same channel, so he can only explain. After all, now we are sitting on empty seats. We take more and leave less for you.
Wang Shan suddenly realized this and quickly shook his head with a bitter smile. If the rescue can't come, no matter how many things there are, it's useless. If the rescue can come, we'll be hungry for a few days. Besides, you can't take those away long enough for us to eat.
It's true that the ration of 14 people is given to 43 people, and the consumption rate is multiplied by three times.
Huang Mo understood Wang Shan's idea and thought that the conversation would be over. Unexpectedly, the other side pondered for a moment and opened his mouth again.
He said, why don't you think the opposite way? As soon as you leave, there will be 14 mouths missing in the canteen. In the long run, you will leave more food to us.
Wang Shan said this word by word, loud and clear, serious and serious expression, let want to tease him don't like this, on the line Lin Dilei hesitated, finally Leng is did not dare to speak.
Don't always think about things from other people's point of view. Living Lei Feng is not popular these days. I don't even know if I go back and let people die!
new classmates do not know who shouted, with a little depressed, with a little frustration, with some point Tucao, but more, but make complaints about goodwill.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei look at each other and bend their eyebrows.
In the evening, the young people's bags were basically packed up. Only Zhao he and Li Jingyu are still entangled with each other.
In fact, Zhao he is also OK. He just fell in love with Luo Geng's military stab. However, Luo's family may not have a semicolon for this kind of thing in the whole school. On Song Fei's suggestion, he took a grindstone to grind the metal chopsticks he found on the second floor. Now it's just that the iron pestle has not been ground into a needle, and the strong man still needs to work hard for an hour.
Li Jingyu is more difficult to deal with - he is looking at a large cast iron pot.
Since the last time he stormed the zombie, Li Jingyu never forgot this important thing. He felt that only with these gods in his hand could he inspire his universe.
But you can't carry a big pot if you want to.
Li Jingyu tried several times, not to mention running for life, but it was hard to walk. The last time we hit zombies was just an outburst of brute force, but people can't always be in an explosive state.So I can't take it, I can't give it up, I'm tangled with Li Jingyu, and I'm also tormenting the wusheng class.
ended up with Song Fei's brainwave, and took the original spade of the big pot which once fought alongside Li Jingyu and thrust it into the other hand. Its name is "a spade in the hand, a big pot in the hand", with the same temperament and eternal spirit.
As soon as Li Jingyu's eyes brightened, he accepted it gladly, and soon danced with it to cultivate a tacit understanding of fighting.
Zhao he's chopsticks have been polished. It's nearly eight o'clock in the evening.
Fourteen well-dressed little friends, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the eyes fall on Song Fei.
If it's not convenient to make a sound, Song Fei can only wink - why me?!
Thirteen little friends show up together, even the look of being in debt to beat is carved out like a mold - you have the thickest skin.
After a long time of dallying, Song Fei finally gritted his teeth, picked up the debris bag on the ground, turned and strode to the chemistry class and new students.
At this time, the two groups of people and horses are no longer so clear-cut, to be exact, during the day, they have gradually gathered together. The friends of the wusheng class knew that this was to make room for them to do some work, such as cooking or cleaning up. It was convenient for them to walk back and forth. But now that they had finished cleaning up and were ready to leave, they found that the radio was also in the gathering place of the two classes.
Of course, it has nothing to do with the new chemistry class. The radio has been playing on the shelf nearest to the new chemistry class these days, and it's still there now, except for the new chemistry class.
Now, under the gaze of 43 pairs of eyes, he needs to take it away.
What kind of comrades in arms would assign such a task to another comrades in arms? It's inhuman!!!
It's like song banging in the festival.
But there were forty-three people at his feet.
The voice of the radio is still ringing overhead. Song Fei forces himself not to look at everyone's expression. He quickly reaches for the recorder and closes it quickly.
The kitchen fell into a dead silence.
Song Fei finally turned his head and looked at the 43 people.
But he regretted it.
Even with psychological preparation, the feeling of seeing the light in other people's eyes go out gradually makes it hard for Song Fei to resist. He doesn't feel that he has done wrong, but he also feels guilty of depriving others of their hope. The two are obviously contradictory, but they actually coexist.
But it's not his own business. Song Fei tries to ignore the depression in his heart, picks up the radio and puts it in Zhao he's arms.
Zhao he caught it, but he was unprepared.
Song Fei frowned and had nothing to say with the freshmen of chemistry class. He still had something to say with Zhao he: "what's your expression? Don't you take it all the time?"
Zhao he seemed to want to say something, but he tried to say it again and again. Finally, he sighed and hugged the recorder reluctantly.
Song Fei found that he was still carrying a sundry bag in his hand, which reflected that he had just patronized the hard scalp to get back the radio and forgot about it.
He quickly turned back to the chemistry class and the freshman class, squatted down and took everything out of the bag: "honey, wolfberry, beauty instrument We got all these from the express delivery point. I forgot to put them in the box all the time. It's not convenient to take them with me, so I'll leave you cheap... "
Subconsciously, he wants to eliminate the stiff atmosphere caused by taking away the radio. He tries to make his voice sound friendly and lively. But I didn't dare to lift my head, let alone make eye contact.
Wang Shan made a sound of music.
Song Fei was surprised. Before he raised his face, he heard that Wang Shan didn't have a good way: "who the hell wants your plasticine?"
In the end, he was already in mechanical motion, and he was still thinking about the radio. He didn't pay attention to what was coming out. With Wang Shan's scolding, he fixed his eyes on it. It's not true. A small bucket of plasticine is colorful.
Song Fei is happy, too.
For the second time, the booty of the express delivery point was not placed in the same place. They were all put together in a general way. As a result, they forgot to deal with it.
"Contented," Song Fei finally dares to look directly at Wang Shan, "did not bring back the true topic of civil servants to you."
Wang Shan glanced at him with a smile: "get out of here."
Sometimes, the literal meaning is never just the literal meaning.
There is a thousand and one turns of mind hidden below. The speaker need not say it, but the listener already understands it.
Turning back to wusheng class again, Song Fei brewed for a long time and finally said faintly, "let's go."
He thought that his friends were waiting for him, but he finally made up his mind to open his mouth, and his 26 legs didn't move.
All eyes passed him, looking in the direction he had just been to.
Everyone's face is very calm, but the fundus of the eye is not clear.
Song Fei trembled in his heart and turned his head slowly.
Wang Shan and many new chemistry students were watching them, as if they had to watch them leave. However, a small number of students are not staring at them, but at the radio. One of them can't even control it. He has already said the word "Shou", but is severely kicked by his classmates who were entangled with Song Fei in the warehouse.The kick was real, and the one who was kicked didn't dare to make a sound again.
"If you want to go, hurry up. We're waiting to send you thousands of miles away." The male classmate who kicks the perfect person looks like he hasn't spilled his anger. That's a murderer.
But Song Fei couldn't get angry.
Not only not angry, but also feel very sour.
"I have an idea," Huang Mo said suddenly. His voice was so low that the students in the Wu Sheng class could only hear it when they got close. He didn't have the usual calm at all. Instead, he hesitated. "Well, I'll just say it casually. If you don't like it, don't say it..."
"I'll cut in first!" Zhao he impatiently interrupts Huang Mo, his chest is quite stunned, is to squeeze the tape recorder together in the center of the friends, "this thing must take? Dead, dead. Anyway, we all know that the motherland is working hard. Every day, the motherland is recovering the lost land, controlling the virus, restoring heating, Airdropping food, and we can't hear the flowers any more. "
When the radio was put on the ground, Zhao he simply put the pick to the end.
"It's ok if you have to carry it. Anyway, I won't carry it. Who would like to carry it OK, that's all I have to say. Huang Mo, go on. "
Huang Mo couldn't help laughing: "you're finished."
"Ah?" Zhao he didn't understand.
But it does not hinder the comrades in arms from affirming his brilliant ideas.
Qi Yan: "it's really a car wheel talk."
Wang Qingyuan: "and with a great impact on the speed."
Song Fei: "even if I want to listen to it again in two days, I can't get a radio in the urban area. Maybe there's already one person there now. We can listen to it by rubbing."
Feng Qibai: "then throw it here?"
He Zhi asked: "throw it."
Luo Geng: "I represent the rest, throw."
Josch: who let you represent
Lin Dilei: "don't you agree?"
Josch: that's not true. I just want to remind you that when you look in the mirror next time, look carefully. One of us counts as the other. There must be a holy light behind us
Zhou Tongyi: "not pretty?"
Josch: I'm falling in love with myself again
The young friends of the wusheng class carried the radio back to the front of the 43 people, who looked as if they had seen a mental illness.
I'm still willing to block you.
Some people cry directly, and they don't know why they are so delicate.
Here Huang Mo patiently told me to save the battery as much as possible, and not to keep it as long as a few days ago. But when new people come, they must be free. They can't be stingy. On the other side, Song Fei turned on the radio again, just in time for the news to start from the beginning again. He held up his mobile phone and recorded the audio for 15 minutes.
Finally, when he pressed the recording stop button, Song Fei found that Qi Yan was staring at him.
"For a rainy day." Song Fei picks his eyebrows and puts his cell phone back in his pocket.
Qi Yan nodded: "smart."
Song Fei is stunned, the next second ground goes together: "you say again!"
Qi Yan blinked blankly: "smart?"
Song Fei: "you just said yes!"
Qi Yan suddenly realized that he rubbed Song Fei's hair with a smile, but he never said the praise again.
Next to the chemistry class and new students do not know how to express, crying is still wailing, did not cry on a variety of sincere thanks. Thank you. I don't know how to take over the wusheng class. If there is a incense table in that posture, you can give them up.
"It's almost done --"
Song Fei gave a big drink, and the kitchen was quiet for a moment.
"We all belong to the same school. We really don't have to do that!"
Song Fei's cry was sincere, and everyone was moved to hear it.
"There are many opportunities to repay after the reopening of school. Remember, my name is Song Fei, Department of tourism management, School of history Hey, don't pull me away. I haven't finished yet. My dormitory is No.2, East men's dormitory, No. - "
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The next day, 14 small partners began to pack their bags, wipe their weapons, take what they should take and keep what they should keep.
The radio is still on. Anyway, the battery is enough. It's almost their background sound for most of these days.
Chemistry class and new students in this over and over again to repeat the same content of the broadcast cavity, quietly watching wusheng class busy. There was no expression on their faces. They seemed very calm, but they didn't want to move their eyes away from the Wu Sheng class. It seemed that they could draw more strength by taking one more look.
Even if they don't know when this power will converge into unswerving courage.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei are tidying up the trunk. Most of the space is for warm clothes, and a small part is for pancakes and dried meat. Pancakes are more like Nang. Huang Mo suggests that they should be baked as dry as possible to maximize the shelf life and serve as portable dry food. Dried meat is also a truth. Cut pig and beef into strips, boil and drain the water, then stir fry with oil, salt and cumin until the water in the meat is dried. It has the smallest volume and the largest energy. It mainly focuses on storage to satisfy hunger and gives consideration to flavor.
The backpacks of the comrades also share some cakes and dried meat, but more space is still used for bottled water and tools.
When it comes to tools and articles, we all have our own. For example, Qi Yan's flashlight, Zhao he's triangle iron, Feng Qibai's Xiao, and he Zhiwen's aircraft have been basically fixed. There are also popular items such as ropes and mobile phone chargers. Song Fei and Lin Dilei even recycled the ropes tied with door handles on the roof of the building and rewound them with substitutes twisted by multiple plastic bags. Although they are not as strong as the real ropes, they are not easy to break through as long as the zombies are not crazy.
As for the rope coming down from the top of the building, because they still have to use it to climb down, they can't recover it, so they have to give up. It's one more way for the chemistry class and new students who choose to stay here. If there is an emergency in the kitchen in the future, they can climb up to the roof and make plans.
When Huang Mo and Lin Dilei prepare dry food, whether they take meat from the freezer or flour from the warehouse, the chemistry class and the new students are silent. This surprised Huang mo. We need to know that we are preparing food rations for 14 people, even if it is only for a few days, it is also very considerable.
Huang Mo has even come up with a Persuasive Strategy to deal with the possible protests. After all, the more dry food they take, the less food they have left.
but make complaints about it, even Tucao.
When she and Lin Dilei finished all these, spread them out to cool, and began to repack them, Wang Shan asked, is that enough?
Lin Di Lei didn't have Huang Mo's meticulous mind. After listening to this question, she immediately replied that we couldn't take any more.
Wang Shan didn't expect how to reply. He couldn't laugh or cry.
Huang Mocai jokingly said, I'm afraid you think we take too much.
Wang Shan is stunned, think also don't want a way, how possible.
Huang Mo is also a little stunned. It seems that he and the other party are not in the same channel, so he can only explain. After all, now we are sitting on empty seats. We take more and leave less for you.
Wang Shan suddenly realized this and quickly shook his head with a bitter smile. If the rescue can't come, no matter how many things there are, it's useless. If the rescue can come, we'll be hungry for a few days. Besides, you can't take those away long enough for us to eat.
It's true that the ration of 14 people is given to 43 people, and the consumption rate is multiplied by three times.
Huang Mo understood Wang Shan's idea and thought that the conversation would be over. Unexpectedly, the other side pondered for a moment and opened his mouth again.
He said, why don't you think the opposite way? As soon as you leave, there will be 14 mouths missing in the canteen. In the long run, you will leave more food to us.
Wang Shan said this word by word, loud and clear, serious and serious expression, let want to tease him don't like this, on the line Lin Dilei hesitated, finally Leng is did not dare to speak.
Don't always think about things from other people's point of view. Living Lei Feng is not popular these days. I don't even know if I go back and let people die!
new classmates do not know who shouted, with a little depressed, with a little frustration, with some point Tucao, but more, but make complaints about goodwill.
Huang Mo and Lin Dilei look at each other and bend their eyebrows.
In the evening, the young people's bags were basically packed up. Only Zhao he and Li Jingyu are still entangled with each other.
In fact, Zhao he is also OK. He just fell in love with Luo Geng's military stab. However, Luo's family may not have a semicolon for this kind of thing in the whole school. On Song Fei's suggestion, he took a grindstone to grind the metal chopsticks he found on the second floor. Now it's just that the iron pestle has not been ground into a needle, and the strong man still needs to work hard for an hour.
Li Jingyu is more difficult to deal with - he is looking at a large cast iron pot.
Since the last time he stormed the zombie, Li Jingyu never forgot this important thing. He felt that only with these gods in his hand could he inspire his universe.
But you can't carry a big pot if you want to.
Li Jingyu tried several times, not to mention running for life, but it was hard to walk. The last time we hit zombies was just an outburst of brute force, but people can't always be in an explosive state.So I can't take it, I can't give it up, I'm tangled with Li Jingyu, and I'm also tormenting the wusheng class.
ended up with Song Fei's brainwave, and took the original spade of the big pot which once fought alongside Li Jingyu and thrust it into the other hand. Its name is "a spade in the hand, a big pot in the hand", with the same temperament and eternal spirit.
As soon as Li Jingyu's eyes brightened, he accepted it gladly, and soon danced with it to cultivate a tacit understanding of fighting.
Zhao he's chopsticks have been polished. It's nearly eight o'clock in the evening.
Fourteen well-dressed little friends, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the eyes fall on Song Fei.
If it's not convenient to make a sound, Song Fei can only wink - why me?!
Thirteen little friends show up together, even the look of being in debt to beat is carved out like a mold - you have the thickest skin.
After a long time of dallying, Song Fei finally gritted his teeth, picked up the debris bag on the ground, turned and strode to the chemistry class and new students.
At this time, the two groups of people and horses are no longer so clear-cut, to be exact, during the day, they have gradually gathered together. The friends of the wusheng class knew that this was to make room for them to do some work, such as cooking or cleaning up. It was convenient for them to walk back and forth. But now that they had finished cleaning up and were ready to leave, they found that the radio was also in the gathering place of the two classes.
Of course, it has nothing to do with the new chemistry class. The radio has been playing on the shelf nearest to the new chemistry class these days, and it's still there now, except for the new chemistry class.
Now, under the gaze of 43 pairs of eyes, he needs to take it away.
What kind of comrades in arms would assign such a task to another comrades in arms? It's inhuman!!!
It's like song banging in the festival.
But there were forty-three people at his feet.
The voice of the radio is still ringing overhead. Song Fei forces himself not to look at everyone's expression. He quickly reaches for the recorder and closes it quickly.
The kitchen fell into a dead silence.
Song Fei finally turned his head and looked at the 43 people.
But he regretted it.
Even with psychological preparation, the feeling of seeing the light in other people's eyes go out gradually makes it hard for Song Fei to resist. He doesn't feel that he has done wrong, but he also feels guilty of depriving others of their hope. The two are obviously contradictory, but they actually coexist.
But it's not his own business. Song Fei tries to ignore the depression in his heart, picks up the radio and puts it in Zhao he's arms.
Zhao he caught it, but he was unprepared.
Song Fei frowned and had nothing to say with the freshmen of chemistry class. He still had something to say with Zhao he: "what's your expression? Don't you take it all the time?"
Zhao he seemed to want to say something, but he tried to say it again and again. Finally, he sighed and hugged the recorder reluctantly.
Song Fei found that he was still carrying a sundry bag in his hand, which reflected that he had just patronized the hard scalp to get back the radio and forgot about it.
He quickly turned back to the chemistry class and the freshman class, squatted down and took everything out of the bag: "honey, wolfberry, beauty instrument We got all these from the express delivery point. I forgot to put them in the box all the time. It's not convenient to take them with me, so I'll leave you cheap... "
Subconsciously, he wants to eliminate the stiff atmosphere caused by taking away the radio. He tries to make his voice sound friendly and lively. But I didn't dare to lift my head, let alone make eye contact.
Wang Shan made a sound of music.
Song Fei was surprised. Before he raised his face, he heard that Wang Shan didn't have a good way: "who the hell wants your plasticine?"
In the end, he was already in mechanical motion, and he was still thinking about the radio. He didn't pay attention to what was coming out. With Wang Shan's scolding, he fixed his eyes on it. It's not true. A small bucket of plasticine is colorful.
Song Fei is happy, too.
For the second time, the booty of the express delivery point was not placed in the same place. They were all put together in a general way. As a result, they forgot to deal with it.
"Contented," Song Fei finally dares to look directly at Wang Shan, "did not bring back the true topic of civil servants to you."
Wang Shan glanced at him with a smile: "get out of here."
Sometimes, the literal meaning is never just the literal meaning.
There is a thousand and one turns of mind hidden below. The speaker need not say it, but the listener already understands it.
Turning back to wusheng class again, Song Fei brewed for a long time and finally said faintly, "let's go."
He thought that his friends were waiting for him, but he finally made up his mind to open his mouth, and his 26 legs didn't move.
All eyes passed him, looking in the direction he had just been to.
Everyone's face is very calm, but the fundus of the eye is not clear.
Song Fei trembled in his heart and turned his head slowly.
Wang Shan and many new chemistry students were watching them, as if they had to watch them leave. However, a small number of students are not staring at them, but at the radio. One of them can't even control it. He has already said the word "Shou", but is severely kicked by his classmates who were entangled with Song Fei in the warehouse.The kick was real, and the one who was kicked didn't dare to make a sound again.
"If you want to go, hurry up. We're waiting to send you thousands of miles away." The male classmate who kicks the perfect person looks like he hasn't spilled his anger. That's a murderer.
But Song Fei couldn't get angry.
Not only not angry, but also feel very sour.
"I have an idea," Huang Mo said suddenly. His voice was so low that the students in the Wu Sheng class could only hear it when they got close. He didn't have the usual calm at all. Instead, he hesitated. "Well, I'll just say it casually. If you don't like it, don't say it..."
"I'll cut in first!" Zhao he impatiently interrupts Huang Mo, his chest is quite stunned, is to squeeze the tape recorder together in the center of the friends, "this thing must take? Dead, dead. Anyway, we all know that the motherland is working hard. Every day, the motherland is recovering the lost land, controlling the virus, restoring heating, Airdropping food, and we can't hear the flowers any more. "
When the radio was put on the ground, Zhao he simply put the pick to the end.
"It's ok if you have to carry it. Anyway, I won't carry it. Who would like to carry it OK, that's all I have to say. Huang Mo, go on. "
Huang Mo couldn't help laughing: "you're finished."
"Ah?" Zhao he didn't understand.
But it does not hinder the comrades in arms from affirming his brilliant ideas.
Qi Yan: "it's really a car wheel talk."
Wang Qingyuan: "and with a great impact on the speed."
Song Fei: "even if I want to listen to it again in two days, I can't get a radio in the urban area. Maybe there's already one person there now. We can listen to it by rubbing."
Feng Qibai: "then throw it here?"
He Zhi asked: "throw it."
Luo Geng: "I represent the rest, throw."
Josch: who let you represent
Lin Dilei: "don't you agree?"
Josch: that's not true. I just want to remind you that when you look in the mirror next time, look carefully. One of us counts as the other. There must be a holy light behind us
Zhou Tongyi: "not pretty?"
Josch: I'm falling in love with myself again
The young friends of the wusheng class carried the radio back to the front of the 43 people, who looked as if they had seen a mental illness.
I'm still willing to block you.
Some people cry directly, and they don't know why they are so delicate.
Here Huang Mo patiently told me to save the battery as much as possible, and not to keep it as long as a few days ago. But when new people come, they must be free. They can't be stingy. On the other side, Song Fei turned on the radio again, just in time for the news to start from the beginning again. He held up his mobile phone and recorded the audio for 15 minutes.
Finally, when he pressed the recording stop button, Song Fei found that Qi Yan was staring at him.
"For a rainy day." Song Fei picks his eyebrows and puts his cell phone back in his pocket.
Qi Yan nodded: "smart."
Song Fei is stunned, the next second ground goes together: "you say again!"
Qi Yan blinked blankly: "smart?"
Song Fei: "you just said yes!"
Qi Yan suddenly realized that he rubbed Song Fei's hair with a smile, but he never said the praise again.
Next to the chemistry class and new students do not know how to express, crying is still wailing, did not cry on a variety of sincere thanks. Thank you. I don't know how to take over the wusheng class. If there is a incense table in that posture, you can give them up.
"It's almost done --"
Song Fei gave a big drink, and the kitchen was quiet for a moment.
"We all belong to the same school. We really don't have to do that!"
Song Fei's cry was sincere, and everyone was moved to hear it.
"There are many opportunities to repay after the reopening of school. Remember, my name is Song Fei, Department of tourism management, School of history Hey, don't pull me away. I haven't finished yet. My dormitory is No.2, East men's dormitory, No. - "
"
The next day, 14 small partners began to pack their bags, wipe their weapons, take what they should take and keep what they should keep. The radio is still on. Anyway, the battery is enough. It's almost their background sound for most of these days. Chemistry class and new students in this over and over again to repeat the same content of the broadcast cavity, quietly watching wusheng class busy. There was no expression on their faces. They seemed very calm, but they didn't want to move their eyes away from the Wu Sheng class. It seemed that they could draw more strength by taking one more look. Even if they don't know when this power will converge into unswerving courage. Huang Mo and Lin Dilei are tidying up the trunk. Most of the space is for warm clothes, and a small part is for pancakes and dried meat. Pancakes are more like Nang. Huang Mo suggests that they should be baked as dry as possible to maximize the shelf life and serve as portable dry food. Dried meat is also a truth. Cut pig and beef into strips, boil and drain the water, then stir fry with oil, salt and cumin until the water in the meat is dried. It has the smallest volume and the largest energy. It mainly focuses on storage to satisfy hunger and gives consideration to flavor. The backpacks of the comrades also share some cakes and dried meat, but more space is still used for bottled water and tools. When it comes to tools and articles, we all have our own. For example, Qi Yan's flashlight, Zhao he's triangle iron, Feng Qibai's Xiao, and he Zhiwen's aircraft have been basically fixed. There are also popular items such as ropes and mobile phone chargers. Song Fei and Lin Dilei even recycled the ropes tied with door handles on the roof of the building and rewound them with substitutes twisted by multiple plastic bags. Although they are not as strong as the real ropes, they are not easy to break through as long as the zombies are not crazy. As for the rope coming down from the top of the building, because they still have to use it to climb down, they can't recover it, so they have to give up. It's one more way for the chemistry class and new students who choose to stay here. If there is an emergency in the kitchen in the future, they can climb up to the roof and make plans. When Huang Mo and Lin Dilei prepare dry food, whether they take meat from the freezer or flour from the warehouse, the chemistry class and the new students are silent. This surprised Huang mo. We need to know that we are preparing food rations for 14 people, even if it is only for a few days, it is also very considerable. Huang Mo has even come up with a Persuasive Strategy to deal with the possible protests. After all, the more dry food they take, the less food they have left. but make complaints about it, even Tucao. When she and Lin Dilei finished all these, spread them out to cool, and began to repack them, Wang Shan asked, is that enough? Lin Di Lei didn't have Huang Mo's meticulous mind. After listening to this question, she immediately replied that we couldn't take any more. Wang Shan didn't expect how to reply. He couldn't laugh or cry. Huang Mocai jokingly said, I'm afraid you think we take too much. Wang Shan is stunned, think also don't want a way, how possible. Huang Mo is also a little stunned. It seems that he and the other party are not in the same channel, so he can only explain. After all, now we are sitting on empty seats. We take more and leave less for you. Wang Shan suddenly realized this and quickly shook his head with a bitter smile. If the rescue can't come, no matter how many things there are, it's useless. If the rescue can come, we'll be hungry for a few days. Besides, you can't take those away long enough for us to eat. It's true that the ration of 14 people is given to 43 people, and the consumption rate is multiplied by three times. Huang Mo understood Wang Shan's idea and thought that the conversation would be over. Unexpectedly, the other side pondered for a moment and opened his mouth again. He said, why don't you think the opposite way? As soon as you leave, there will be 14 mouths missing in the canteen. In the long run, you will leave more food to us. Wang Shan said this word by word, loud and clear, serious and serious expression, let want to tease him don't like this, on the line Lin Dilei hesitated, finally Leng is did not dare to speak. Don't always think about things from other people's point of view. Living Lei Feng is not popular these days. I don't even know if I go back and let people die! new classmates do not know who shouted, with a little depressed, with a little frustration, with some point Tucao, but more, but make complaints about goodwill. Huang Mo and Lin Dilei look at each other and bend their eyebrows. In the evening, the young people's bags were basically packed up. Only Zhao he and Li Jingyu are still entangled with each other. In fact, Zhao he is also OK. He just fell in love with Luo Geng's military stab. However, Luo's family may not have a semicolon for this kind of thing in the whole school. On Song Fei's suggestion, he took a grindstone to grind the metal chopsticks he found on the second floor. Now it's just that the iron pestle has not been ground into a needle, and the strong man still needs to work hard for an hour. Li Jingyu is more difficult to deal with - he is looking at a large cast iron pot. Since the last time he stormed the zombie, Li Jingyu never forgot this important thing. He felt that only with these gods in his hand could he inspire his universe. But you can't carry a big pot if you want to. Li Jingyu tried several times, not to mention running for life, but it was hard to walk. The last time we hit zombies was just an outburst of brute force, but people can't always be in an explosive state.So I can't take it, I can't give it up, I'm tangled with Li Jingyu, and I'm also tormenting the wusheng class. ended up with Song Fei's brainwave, and took the original spade of the big pot which once fought alongside Li Jingyu and thrust it into the other hand. Its name is "a spade in the hand, a big pot in the hand", with the same temperament and eternal spirit. As soon as Li Jingyu's eyes brightened, he accepted it gladly, and soon danced with it to cultivate a tacit understanding of fighting. Zhao he's chopsticks have been polished. It's nearly eight o'clock in the evening. Fourteen well-dressed little friends, you look at me, I look at you, and finally the eyes fall on Song Fei. If it's not convenient to make a sound, Song Fei can only wink - why me?! Thirteen little friends show up together, even the look of being in debt to beat is carved out like a mold - you have the thickest skin. After a long time of dallying, Song Fei finally gritted his teeth, picked up the debris bag on the ground, turned and strode to the chemistry class and new students. At this time, the two groups of people and horses are no longer so clear-cut, to be exact, during the day, they have gradually gathered together. The friends of the wusheng class knew that this was to make room for them to do some work, such as cooking or cleaning up. It was convenient for them to walk back and forth. But now that they had finished cleaning up and were ready to leave, they found that the radio was also in the gathering place of the two classes. Of course, it has nothing to do with the new chemistry class. The radio has been playing on the shelf nearest to the new chemistry class these days, and it's still there now, except for the new chemistry class. Now, under the gaze of 43 pairs of eyes, he needs to take it away. What kind of comrades in arms would assign such a task to another comrades in arms? It's inhuman!!! It's like song banging in the festival. But there were forty-three people at his feet. The voice of the radio is still ringing overhead. Song Fei forces himself not to look at everyone's expression. He quickly reaches for the recorder and closes it quickly. The kitchen fell into a dead silence. Song Fei finally turned his head and looked at the 43 people. But he regretted it. Even with psychological preparation, the feeling of seeing the light in other people's eyes go out gradually makes it hard for Song Fei to resist. He doesn't feel that he has done wrong, but he also feels guilty of depriving others of their hope. The two are obviously contradictory, but they actually coexist. But it's not his own business. Song Fei tries to ignore the depression in his heart, picks up the radio and puts it in Zhao he's arms. Zhao he caught it, but he was unprepared. Song Fei frowned and had nothing to say with the freshmen of chemistry class. He still had something to say with Zhao he: "what's your expression? Don't you take it all the time?" Zhao he seemed to want to say something, but he tried to say it again and again. Finally, he sighed and hugged the recorder reluctantly. Song Fei found that he was still carrying a sundry bag in his hand, which reflected that he had just patronized the hard scalp to get back the radio and forgot about it. He quickly turned back to the chemistry class and the freshman class, squatted down and took everything out of the bag: "honey, wolfberry, beauty instrument We got all these from the express delivery point. I forgot to put them in the box all the time. It's not convenient to take them with me, so I'll leave you cheap... " Subconsciously, he wants to eliminate the stiff atmosphere caused by taking away the radio. He tries to make his voice sound friendly and lively. But I didn't dare to lift my head, let alone make eye contact. Wang Shan made a sound of music. Song Fei was surprised. Before he raised his face, he heard that Wang Shan didn't have a good way: "who the hell wants your plasticine?" In the end, he was already in mechanical motion, and he was still thinking about the radio. He didn't pay attention to what was coming out. With Wang Shan's scolding, he fixed his eyes on it. It's not true. A small bucket of plasticine is colorful. Song Fei is happy, too. For the second time, the booty of the express delivery point was not placed in the same place. They were all put together in a general way. As a result, they forgot to deal with it. "Contented," Song Fei finally dares to look directly at Wang Shan, "did not bring back the true topic of civil servants to you." Wang Shan glanced at him with a smile: "get out of here." Sometimes, the literal meaning is never just the literal meaning. There is a thousand and one turns of mind hidden below. The speaker need not say it, but the listener already understands it. Turning back to wusheng class again, Song Fei brewed for a long time and finally said faintly, "let's go." He thought that his friends were waiting for him, but he finally made up his mind to open his mouth, and his 26 legs didn't move. All eyes passed him, looking in the direction he had just been to. Everyone's face is very calm, but the fundus of the eye is not clear. Song Fei trembled in his heart and turned his head slowly. Wang Shan and many new chemistry students were watching them, as if they had to watch them leave. However, a small number of students are not staring at them, but at the radio. One of them can't even control it. He has already said the word "Shou", but is severely kicked by his classmates who were entangled with Song Fei in the warehouse.The kick was real, and the one who was kicked didn't dare to make a sound again. "If you want to go, hurry up. We're waiting to send you thousands of miles away." The male classmate who kicks the perfect person looks like he hasn't spilled his anger. That's a murderer. But Song Fei couldn't get angry. Not only not angry, but also feel very sour. "I have an idea," Huang Mo said suddenly. His voice was so low that the students in the Wu Sheng class could only hear it when they got close. He didn't have the usual calm at all. Instead, he hesitated. "Well, I'll just say it casually. If you don't like it, don't say it..." "I'll cut in first!" Zhao he impatiently interrupts Huang Mo, his chest is quite stunned, is to squeeze the tape recorder together in the center of the friends, "this thing must take? Dead, dead. Anyway, we all know that the motherland is working hard. Every day, the motherland is recovering the lost land, controlling the virus, restoring heating, Airdropping food, and we can't hear the flowers any more. " When the radio was put on the ground, Zhao he simply put the pick to the end. "It's ok if you have to carry it. Anyway, I won't carry it. Who would like to carry it OK, that's all I have to say. Huang Mo, go on. " Huang Mo couldn't help laughing: "you're finished." "Ah?" Zhao he didn't understand. But it does not hinder the comrades in arms from affirming his brilliant ideas. Qi Yan: "it's really a car wheel talk." Wang Qingyuan: "and with a great impact on the speed." Song Fei: "even if I want to listen to it again in two days, I can't get a radio in the urban area. Maybe there's already one person there now. We can listen to it by rubbing." Feng Qibai: "then throw it here?" He Zhi asked: "throw it." Luo Geng: "I represent the rest, throw." Josch: who let you represent Lin Dilei: "don't you agree?" Josch: that's not true. I just want to remind you that when you look in the mirror next time, look carefully. One of us counts as the other. There must be a holy light behind us Zhou Tongyi: "not pretty?" Josch: I'm falling in love with myself again The young friends of the wusheng class carried the radio back to the front of the 43 people, who looked as if they had seen a mental illness. I'm still willing to block you. Some people cry directly, and they don't know why they are so delicate. Here Huang Mo patiently told me to save the battery as much as possible, and not to keep it as long as a few days ago. But when new people come, they must be free. They can't be stingy. On the other side, Song Fei turned on the radio again, just in time for the news to start from the beginning again. He held up his mobile phone and recorded the audio for 15 minutes. Finally, when he pressed the recording stop button, Song Fei found that Qi Yan was staring at him. "For a rainy day." Song Fei picks his eyebrows and puts his cell phone back in his pocket. Qi Yan nodded: "smart." Song Fei is stunned, the next second ground goes together: "you say again!" Qi Yan blinked blankly: "smart?" Song Fei: "you just said yes!" Qi Yan suddenly realized that he rubbed Song Fei's hair with a smile, but he never said the praise again. Next to the chemistry class and new students do not know how to express, crying is still wailing, did not cry on a variety of sincere thanks. Thank you. I don't know how to take over the wusheng class. If there is a incense table in that posture, you can give them up. "It's almost done --" Song Fei gave a big drink, and the kitchen was quiet for a moment. "We all belong to the same school. We really don't have to do that!" Song Fei's cry was sincere, and everyone was moved to hear it. "There are many opportunities to repay after the reopening of school. Remember, my name is Song Fei, Department of tourism management, School of history Hey, don't pull me away. I haven't finished yet. My dormitory is No.2, East men's dormitory, No. - ""
