Zombie University

There are only two things in this world that can resist the trauma of the old days, time and new nightmare-yes, the 4th and 6th levels have started to register again. Fiction

Although the students who were interrupted during the virus outbreak can apply directly this time according to the system records, and no registration fee is required, but for the English hard-handed Song Fei, this consolation cannot wipe out the psychological shadow brought by the test itself.

Objectively speaking, Song Fei's academic scum attribute is entirely dependent on his own efforts-trying to eat silly, trying to hang out the class, and trying to free himself. If not, he will not fall into the ranks of junior students, after all, it is also a university that tests by his own ability.

However, his English hard-handedness is definitely born.

Many students with good English can't understand the fact that his language is good but English is bad. In the eyes of these classmates, the two languages ​​have something in common, and the only thing left is to recite words and remember grammar.

Song Fei admits that he doesn't have enough words, but even if he occasionally encounters an article that most of the words can understand, he can finally understand the meaning of the incompatibility, which is really indescribable sadness.

So at the end of the college entrance examination, I also played well in other subjects who played superbly but still made tears in English scores, and then passed the university's score line.

As soon as he entered the university, while he relaxed other subjects, English was completely put on hold. At the end of each semester, the English teacher sent him the passing line with a heart of humility.

However, the grade 4 and 6 grade marking teachers are not so kind.

Song Fei even felt that after seeing his own bad composition, the teacher might even deduct a few points to ease the anger of an educator.

So he signed up again and again, tested again and again, and scored terribly, which made him more and more frustrated.

After seeing his outrageous test scores, Qi Yan vowed to help him overcome difficulties. Of course, there is no need to say more about the following things. A pair of Lao Yan flew away, only the fourth-level laugh spring breeze.

In the two months when the corpse tide broke out, Song Fei had thought about it countless times. As long as he could survive the disaster, he would definitely study hard and improve every day, cherish every inch of time in the university.

In fact, he did.

Actively sit forward in get out of class without missing a word and concentrate on it. Write your homework before reading after class. Be meticulous and know the new things carefully.

Qi Yan was very pleased with this. Song Fei looked at the book in the study room of the library several times, and it felt strange. When he raised his eyes, it must be the old boyfriend's soothing love.

Everything is going in the good direction, until the weekend of the exam registration deadline, the door of 440 is knocked.

Wang Qingyuan's vacated bed has not been filled, and only Fei Song, Ren Zhe, and Xiang Yang slept five times in 440.

The last two did not know whether they slept or were unwilling to move.

Song Fei had no choice but to open the door in a trance. As a result, he saw Qi Shuai with a sultry smile.

"Today ... not a weekend?" With the head of the bird's nest, Song Fei has not been fully awake, but since the beginning of school, the weekend has been used to sleep until he wakes up naturally, so Qi Yan came here at this time, he was a little wonder what day tonight.

"It's the weekend." Qi Yan said, and couldn't help pinching his face. Song Fei, who was half asleep and half awake, was the most painful.

Song Fei frowned, and the deep doubt made him not notice that he was being teased: "Then you come ..."

"Hurry to wash your face and brush your teeth. Let's go to the library and we will have no place until later."

"Isn't the study time Monday to Friday?"

"Who sets it?"

"I thought this was a hidden rule between us ..."

"It ’s changed now, no, it should be said that starting today, we have entered a new stage."

"What stage?"

"Four or six full sprint period."

"..."

Song Fei was agitated and woke up completely.

As the door of 440 closed again, Ren Zhe and Xiang Yang, who were still on the bed in the room, raised their heads from the quilt, looked at each other, and looked with emotion-gay men are different, and it is so positive to talk about a relationship.

At that time, Song Fei had already embarked on a long journey with English books, dictionaries and real questions.

The campus morning on the weekend, there is a sense of laziness and ease.

Song Fei and Qi Yan walked side by side on the Student Avenue. The wind of the early autumn blew on the face, and there was a trace of warmth.

"It's also the weekend when the virus breaks out." Quietly walked for a while, Song Fei said suddenly.

Qi Yan startled, and then shook his head, said: "Don't always think about the past, look at the future."

Song Fei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling that her boyfriend said very reasonable: "I am naturally guilty of English and English, really, don't hold too much hope."

Qi Yanwan didn't expect such a "future", which was frustrated and a bit lost: "If you haven't started to work hard, you limit yourself to a result, and the result can't really change."

Song Fei tightened her lips and swallowed the rebuttal.

Qi Yan is much gentler than before. If you put the former Qi Yan into the context just now, you will definitely say that your English was learned for yourself, but not for me. What does it mean that I do n’t hope? !

So he can no longer do the same as before, he feels useless work before doing anything, and then unilaterally thinks that forcing his boyfriend to do these useless work is a crime, and he does not know how to think empathy, let alone pity Xiangxiyu.

"Why don't you talk?" Quiet and clever is never Song Fei's style, which made Qi Yan's bottomless, and his tone became more and more gentle.

Song Fei was a little bit uncomfortable and didn't give face pleasure directly: "Can you have a normal tone?"

Qi Yan was a little embarrassed, and he did n’t even pretend. He rubbed Song Fei ’s hair angrily: “Ca n’t do it, work hard!”

Song Feibai gave him a glance and sighed loudly: "Follow your orders!"

The two of them have come to the library, but the library is overcrowded!

I do n’t know if yesterday ’s registration deadline spurred the classmates ’eagerness. They walked two study rooms one after another, and the attendance rate was over 80%. , Proclaiming future sovereignty.

Until the third study room, barely found a place.

"What should I do?" The study room is very large. Although no one speaks, the window is open and it is slightly noisy, so Song Fei lowered her voice and made her less visible.

Qi Yan said: "Sit down, I will look elsewhere."

"We don't sit together, how do you monitor ... work?" Song Fei originally wanted to talk about surveillance, and when it came to his mouth, he was still euphemistic.

However, Qi Yan has seen through everything: "I will come over from time to time to monitor the glass from the door."

Song Fei's back was cool: "You remind me of the magic eyes of the two class teachers outside the back door glass in the high school self-study class."

"I'm not the same," Qi Yan smiled, leaned close to Song Fei's ear, and almost murmured, "I have feelings."

Song Fei's body hairs were all raised up: "Can you be more numb?"

Qi Yan thought for a while: "Can."

Song Fei's black line: "You are really trying to spur me, and do everything you can."

"That, I didn't intentionally interrupt your young couple," the boy at the desk next to the empty seat suddenly raised his head and pointed to his position, "but you can sit here with me."

"Are you going?" Qi Yan was surprised. The morning time had just begun, and it was totally unreasonable to leave at this time.

Song Fei was also surprised, but his point was not in the seat, the person was: "Sui Hao?"

The tall, thin boy smiled angrily: "Thank you for finally recognizing me. Okay, you learn. I will withdraw." After the two did not wait for the two to react, they took the schoolbag and thought about the things on the table Close in.

Song Fei embarrassed, quickly stopped him: "What are you doing, making it look like we are driving you away."

Sui Hao waved his hand: "I volunteer."

Song Fei's black line: "You say it more like ..."

In a blink of an eye, Sui Hao picked up things and stood up. That was a neat and tidy: "Two, please."

Qi Yan was confused and had to wait and see in silence.

Song Fei is not much better than him. Sui Hao is an archaeology class. Everyone lives on the first floor, and usually attends public classes together, they are familiar with each other. But it is really weird to say that this kind of "humility makes friends".

Wait for Song Fei to understand, Sui Hao, who had already stood up carrying his schoolbag, suddenly gave him a strong hug.

Song Fei was hugged and had difficulty breathing, and just wanted to struggle, but he heard Sui Hao whispering in his ear: "You are from the Wusheng class."

Song Fei froze.

"Your broken gong throat, there is no distortion in the broadcast, I can hear a few sentences." Sui Hao loosened his arm and gave him a punch with a smile, "This thing is handsome."

When Song Fei reacted and wanted to speak, the others had already turned around and left, leaving only a dashing back view for the inmates.

When sitting down, Song Fei's mood drifted up and down a bit and could not reach the ground.

Qi Yan has been falling on the ground, and there is a tendency to continue to sink: "Who?"

"Oh, archaeological, living on one floor, all know."

"What did you do to him?"

"what?"

"Don't you say you are handsome, what did you do to him?"

"..."

Song Fei reacted this way. Sui Hao was whispering in front of him, only the last half of the sentence was not hidden, so Qi Yan listened.

This is really a very interesting situation.

Song Fei looked at her boyfriend and raised her eyebrows unwillingly: "Guess."

Qi Yan narrowed her eyes slowly, not guessing, only smiling.

After a quiet and long two minutes——

Song Fei black line, surrender: "He heard me on the radio."

Qi Yan was unmoved, even frowning slightly.

Song Fei 囧: "I didn't lie to you, that's all. He must have looked at Weibo, and he will understand when he contacts."

Qi Yan remained silent. It wasn't until Song Fei looked hairy that he suddenly started to raise his hand and pat on him. How did that look like how to dust the soil? I don't know that he just came out of the sandstorm.

Song Fei was filmed thoroughly and dumbfounded, only to hear Qi Yan whispering unhappily: "If you have something, just talk face to face, bluff anything."

Song Fei blinked, a little bit keeping up with the other person ’s brain circuits, and then there was a burst of sweetness, sweetness in my heart ...

"I really want to confuse you with English newspapers."

"... It's hard for you to come up with such a human-free idea."

There should be no more than three minutes of affection between them! ! !

After the episode, the two of them settled down and studied seriously.

Manual set of real questions, Song Fei, Qi Yanli.

Song Fei swears to Tian that he really has a very correct attitude and really takes the question seriously, but when he wrote an article about "Russian experts using a series of experiments to study the effect of sleep on people", he understood it as "Russia Agents used a series of hypnotic methods to extract information from different populations. ”When he answered the five choices at the back of the article with full joy, he was finally desperate.

All Mongolian c can at least match one, this **** hard to read and understand is not yet accurate!

Song Feisheng is irresistible and dare not show it. He can only secretly sigh, quietly stop the pen, and use Yu Guang to see his boyfriend.

Qi Yan, who was so absorbed in his attention, could n’t be more handsome. Yu Guang swept his face, and he could see Song Fei in full swing.

However, after all, the boyfriend ’s face value cannot be replaced by his fourth grade.

Song Fei put his eyes back on the real question, took a deep breath, and went to the execution ground like that, continue to work hard!

"It just doesn't work." Qi Yan suddenly said.

Song Fei was taken aback, shaking his hand, and the tip of the automatic pencil broke. While he was anxiously pressing out the new one, he explained to Qi Yan, "No, I ’ll finish the set right away, yes, The accuracy is low, but everything is difficult at first ... "

"No, you are right, some people are naturally sensitive to numbers, some people are naturally sensitive to words, and some people are naturally insensitive to English. You are such a person." Qi Yan said very seriously, no joke, but also no Angry, as if to state the facts quietly.

Song Fei swallowed: "You suddenly are so empathetic, I am a little bit ..."

Qi Yan took advantage of all four classmates to concentrate on studying, quickly raised his hand and touched Song Fei's face, pitying intimacy.

Song Fei was so touched that all three souls and seven souls were soft, and aftertaste, he saw Qi Yan handing over an envelope folded in paper, and fearing that he did not know the nature of the letter, a heart was drawn on the envelope. .

Just watched Qi Yan and did not pay attention to when this person wrote the letter!

Song Fei's cheeky face was able to bear the yellow storm and could not stop the innocence. Although there was already speculation in his heart, he couldn't believe it, so his lips did not speak for a long time, and he did not reach out.

Qi Yan simply put the envelope in his hand and generously told: "Love letter."

Song Fei finally found his voice: "In the information age, just don't need to do this ..."

Qi Yan: "If you take back the corner of your mouth, you will be more persuasive."

Song Fei couldn't take care of his speech and expressions anymore. He picked up the envelope and wanted to open it, but he was stopped by Qi Yan.

"Go back and look again, I'm shy."

"..."

This flat and straightforward expression with no fluctuations in expression is not at all compatible with this sentence! ! !

No matter whether Qi Yan ’s shyness is true or false, the love letter is always really in his hands. It ’s like hanging a carrot in front of the donkey, but not letting the donkey chew, it ’s inhumane!

As if seeing the anxiety of his boyfriend, Qi Yan helped him put the love letter and the real pencil into the school bag: "Go back to the dormitory."

Song Fei feels amnesty.

But he is not the same as he used to be. It is difficult to bite English anymore. Now I just leave for a while-who let curiosity overcome superiority!

Throw down the sentence "Eating together at noon", and Song Song left the library like a wind.

Said to go back to the dormitory, but when walking out of the library, Song Fei could not wait to take the envelope out of the schoolbag. But being a thief was always guilty, so he didn't look at it immediately after taking it out, but ran out of the student's avenue clutching the envelope and drove all the way until he got into the Mingfeng Lake grove, and he felt a little safe.

Xiang Yang and Ren Zhe must still be in the dorm. He really needs to go back to the dorm to see it, and it ’s gone!

Heart beats like a drum beat, Song Fei is in this dongdong, open the envelope with anticipation.

Qi Yan's hand is very clever. He folded the letter directly into an envelope and folded it in two pieces, so when it was opened, it was two pieces of paper full of words.

Well, full, English words.

... Mommy an egg! Written as a flower body is also a 360-degree Thomas **** an ​​egg! ! !

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhines regulationsssz to you you are and hug you -----),-howling is like the heart of Song Fei.

Song Fei was scared and forgot to scold her boyfriend, holding the letter paper quietly and approaching the sound source.

"Naughty, mischievous, m-i-s-c-h ... what's behind h ah ah !!!"

The sound became more familiar, and Song Fei subconsciously stopped.

Through the layers of green leaves, he saw his old friends who were fighting side by side holding the tree in a frenzy.

Quietly returned to the safety zone, Song Fei secretly rubbed out his phone, dialed the phone.

There was a ringing phone ring that was n’t too real in the woods. A moment later, the voice of Monday Law came from the receiver: “Song Fei?”

"Well," Song Fei held his smile and asked calmly, "What are you doing?"

There was a little hesitation over there, before answering: "Walk by the lake."

"Walk?"

"Weekends, come here to blow the hair, look at the scene, and relax."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah, blending with nature, what else is comparable to nature's green ... Wait, what are you doing, how to say weird?"

"No, I just missed you and listened to your voice. Okay, I'm going to do the fourth-level real questions. Don't always play and cheer! Bye!"

Hang up the phone, Song Fei is silent, music becomes a bouncing candy.

Don't want to be over, the phone suddenly sounded a short tone, Song Fei opened WeChat, a small video sent by Qiao Siqi, and a line of text-Guess what Monday law does in the woods by the lake Hahahahaha

Open the video, and the real shot of the scene of Lu Ran hitting the tree on Monday was recorded together with the English word spelling!

Song Fei hastily quit, fearing that the speaker will expose himself.

Next second, he looked around and contacted the shooting angle of the small video to determine where another voyeur, Qiao, might be hiding.

However, before he found it, he heard the roar of Monday, not far away: "Joskey--"

This voice is sincere, and the birds in the forest are all frightened.

Song Fei thought it was Monday that Lu also saw the video, but as he approached the crime scene again, the two mixed voices made him understand that the other two friends had already met!

Obviously, Qiao could n’t control his loneliness and jumped out.

Song Fei didn't dare to get too close, only heard intermittently a sushi gun and a Swiss knife.

It stands to reason that all of them are partners in the trenches.

The friendship between these two people is the sea.

The grove here is not suitable for a long time. Song Fei had to go to the other side. After finding a pleasant location, he sat on the ground and began to read the dictionary and translate love letters.

I'm afraid the whole world is alone, so hard to read love letters.

The translation project is much longer than he thought.

Not only is it enough to know every word, but also to make a string together to make a meaning. Sometimes a sentence is not noticed, and the meaning is chaotic. Qi Yan, who suffered a thousand knives, also likes to use complex sentences, simply ... ! !

Until noon, Song Fei probably got through two pages.

The so-called love letter is actually more like a memoir of battle. All the blushing and heartfelt confession did not appear and not to say, and most of the space is to celebrate the resourcefulness, kindness and bravery of the little friends.

Song Fei was so lost that he turned over and over again and read the letter several times without any new discoveries.

At this time, Qi Yan called, as if calculating the exact time: "It's time to eat."

Song Fei is unhappy: "You eat it yourself."

Qi Yan: "Read the letter?"

Song Fei: "Well."

Qi Yan: "Really?"

Song Fei: "What can I lie to you."

Qi Yan: "It really surprised me, I thought you had to see at least at night."

Song Fei took the case and was very unhappy if he hadn't read that the child was unsuitable. This person continued to blaze: "Two pages of broken paper, I will read it in five minutes. Your level of love letter, pooh, fart love letter, It ’s just English composition, do n’t say one, I will look at the 100 texts like reading primary school Chinese textbooks! "

Qi Yan: "Great, I sent you the second one to your bedroom."

Song Fei: "..."

Qi Yan: "Fei?"

Song Fei: "I just said that you don't need to be so serious ..."

Qi Yan: "There are surprises in it."

Song Fei: "I will go back here!"

The so-called surprise is that there is finally a compliment, or the last natural paragraph on the third page and the last page!

This letter is more complicated, has more new words, and is densely packed with three large pages. It is late in the evening when Song Fei holds the dictionary and nibbles.

Xiangyang and Ren Zhe were initially curious. In the end, Qi Yan wanted to say something to Song Fei. After watching the roommate's hard work in the afternoon, I suddenly felt that a single dog is also very good.

With the second one, there is the third one, with the third one, there is the fourth one, except for the two on the first day, the rest are all one day. Regardless of the day of the week, whether it is a separate class or self-study together.

Qi Yan ’s English letter is like no money, written for 30 days in a row, a whole month!

In fact, Song Fei understood Qi Yan ’s intention by the third letter. After the fifteenth letter, he simply spoke clearly to the other party, saying that he was no longer playing the English language so that the other party would not have to bother so much.

However, Qi Yan was unmoved and insisted like ... a pervert.

Song Fei now wants to sing English when he hears the word "love letter".

But on this day, he still received the thirty-second love letter.

It ’s still the library, or this study room. If there are too many students around, he would like to cry by holding the table legs.

Qi Yan is still so gentle: "Open and see."

"No." Song Fei is completely [cold.jpg].

Qi Yan smiled, suddenly said: "The last one."

Song Fei froze, unable to believe.

Qi Yan is not in a hurry, it seems certain that Song Fei will take over.

Okay, he won again.

Song Fei sighed, took the envelope, opened it with doubt, and did not wait for it to be completely opened, he widened his eyes--the paper was no longer a familiar hand-written flower body, but a well-printed reading truth!

"This is your last love letter ?!" Song Fei feels that the previous thirty-one sums are not as big as this one. You have to know that he hasn't done a question for a whole month. In addition to fighting wisdom with Qi's abnormal love letter every day, he reads the words in the dictionary to prepare for the next "Challenge Letter".

"Try it out." Qi Yan is still the undecided look.

Song Fei grinds his teeth, a heart, do it!

I have done all the 31 reading comprehension. Isn't the 32nd one more than five multiple choice questions below the article?

Make up his mind that Song Fei will grab the dictionary when he reaches out.

Qi Yan took the dictionary a step faster than him: "Don't read it."

Song Fei's black thread, but his temper is up, and he can't take care of that much.

Gradually, Song Fei calmed down, and after reading the first natural paragraph, he completely entered the reading comprehension mode, and then he was surprised to find that these previously sloppy articles suddenly smoothed out, and no longer had to half guess, even if I met one or two uncommon words and got stuck, but after a little association with the context before and after, it all worked!

Until the beginning of the answer, the idea is almost unprecedentedly clear. Except for the last question, the three wrong answers are slightly confusing. For the remaining four questions, the wrong options are not enough to interfere, you can eliminate them at a glance!

After answering in one breath, Song Fei looked at Qi Yan in surprise, overjoyed!

Qi Yan breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had waited a long time for this day: "Learning English, in addition to rote memorization, actually more important is the sense of language. This is a language, not a science, you can't use formulas. You know all the words, and you may not be able to understand its exact meaning. So in addition to reading more, read more and feel more. "

Song Fei didn't know what to say, only felt that his heart was completely filled by this person, and with every heartbeat, he could feel his weight.

"You love me if you die, don't control it." Qi Yan raised the corner of his mouth and bent his eyes.

Song Fei didn't get angry with him: "Can you learn more from me and learn more good quality, don't always learn it all."

Qi Yan got down at his desk and looked at him sideways, as if he could n’t look enough: “When you pass level 4, I will take you to relax.”

Song Fei is not happy: "But don't you relax?"

Qi Yanxiao: "Yes, let go, no matter what the exam is, let go."

Song Feile leaned close to her classmate Qi: "Then do you have any arrangements, can you disclose it in advance?"

Qi Yan: "No."

Song Fei: "Come on, you must have arranged it, hurry up, I request spoilers!"

Qi Yan: "Uh."

Song Fei: "Freshly be a man!"

Qi Yan: "Waterbed play."

Song Fei: "..."

——Who the **** is he relaxing for? ! !