Zombie University

When the moon struggled out of the thick dark clouds, a few glints of light, the swirling snowflakes brought a little light.

Song Fei withdrew his gaze looking out of the window. The new partner in the back kitchen was still low and silent, which was very unpleasant. They sat close to the floor, or leaned on the desk, or leaned against the corner, or sat in front of them, next to them, the clothes were stained with gray soil, rubbed with dark red blood, and even if they were cleaned, they could not hide The tired face, and the fear hidden deep in the eyes, all told them the thrill of this journey.

Zhao He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket anxiously, and drew a cigarette without waiting, and was taken away by Song Fei. His face was inexplicable, his brow furrowed higher than the mountain: "Why?"

"Every morning and evening must be quit, so sooner rather than later."

Zhao He did not understand: "Why should I quit?"

Song Fei thought for a while and said very rigorously: "In fact, I don't have a say in this matter. I suggest you talk to johns."

The sudden foreign name made Zhao a little bit embarrassed: "There are international students in your class?"

Song Fei 囧, quickly explained: "No, no, compatriot."

Zhao He's black line, he didn't even know where to vomit: "Can't we pretend to be forced at this time?"

Song Fei is also very wrong, he does not produce English names, he is just Qiao Siqi's porter!

Seeing that there was an obstacle in the communication between these two people, He Zhiwen, a physics academy who had n’t waited for a long time to listen to the actual content, could not help it.

"Well," Song Fei decisively gave up entanglement with Zhao He, looking at the amiable classmate He, "how?"

"I just heard you shouting Wusheng Class 1 to the bottom, are you majoring in Peking Opera at the Academy of Art?" He Zhiwen round eyes behind round glasses are naive and innocent.

Song Fei: "..."

Feng Qi Bai Fuqin, almost unrequitedly born: "I know that our college's majors are messy, but Beijing Opera really doesn't."

"We are not in a hospital." Lin Dilei couldn't help crying and explained to Song Fei, "We have a total of eight people. Like you, we also got together when we escaped. There are all hospitals."

He Zhiwen asked: "That Wusheng Class 1 ..."

Lin Dilei: "Our name, we feel like this is a collective, safer and more pragmatic, united strength."

He Zhiwen: "Well, Wu Sheng sounds strong in combat, so great!"

Song Fei interjected: "No, our full name is Class 1 of the mighty and unyielding survival!"

Question for He: "..."

Lin Dilei: "We still have class calls!"

He asked: "Ah?"

Lin Dilei: "Preparation-up!"

Song, Lin: "The mighty unyielding survival 1, the ox, ghost and snake **** all return to the west !!!"

He Zhiwen asked: "... Thank you I have no more questions."

He Zhiwen asked the classmates to take a break from their internal injuries, but the friends downstairs were nervous because of the class call sign——

Qi Yan: "What's wrong?"

Song Fei 囧, quickly responded loudly: "It's okay!"

Qi Yan collapsed: "It's okay what are you shouting about--"

Song Fei Nu: "I am showing them our class style!"

Qiyan black line: "..."

Soon Wang Qingyuan's voice drifted up quietly: "Show it, pay attention to the scale, don't pull hatred."

"..." Song Fei looked around the new partners and always felt like, already, a little late.

Lin Dilei suddenly remembered something like that, quickly got up and ran to open the window, Song Fei was scared by her cold sweat, and thought that there were zombies climbing up. After opening the window, Lin Dilei was not fighting, but looking down at the probe, and then quickly shouted at the comrades downstairs: "Don't yell anymore, the zombies have gathered!"

Song Fei reacted, they yelled and communicated with each other, which would inevitably lead to zombies, just as they would be knocked at the door when they were talking too loudly in the dormitory. There is nothing wrong with the kitchen on the second floor, but the windows of the kitchen on the first floor can be turned in while standing on the ground. Even the tempered glass curtain wall windows with locks are as good as possible not to provoke zombies.

The battle-hardened buddies under him instantly understood, they did n’t open the window, they just stood in the room and shouted, just to guard against the zombies, but it seems that there is really no airtight wall in the world. Long-term plan.

The windows of the kitchen were covered with blinds. Seeing that there were already zombies thumping with excitement, Luo Geng and Zhou Lv quickly put down the blinds with all their hands and turned them into a completely closed state, so that the zombies could not see the kitchen within. To a certain extent, the lack of visual stimuli will make them less urge to hunt.

When you put the blinds, the other comrades have retreated to a place far away from the window-after blocking the vision, try to keep the smell away from the possible gaps in the window. So the two of them who finished the occlusion naturally took the only Qi Yan who was still standing, and wanted to take the person in.

As a result, Qi Yan didn't move.

The two were stunned, and Joskey over there understood it at a glance, and persuaded me carefully: "Relax, you listen to the two of them, the classmates upstairs are certainly very friendly.

Qi Yan's thin lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but Wang Qingyuan took the lead: "I don't think so."

Qiao Siqi didn't expect that he was the one who sang the opposite tone with himself. Now the student is unhappy: "So what do you think?"

Wang Qingyuan said indifferently: "It is impossible to listen to the shouting of the two of them, it is not just friendly, it should be called silly white sweet."

Qiao Siqi: "... if the friendly forces trouble in the future, will you show your identity first?"

Qi Yan was even more disturbed by them and said in a deep voice: "Even if it is friendly, it is necessary to know what environment, how many people, doors and windows are unsafe. After all, in this situation, who will do what No one can say for sure. "

Comrades are silent, no one can refute this.

After a while, Li Jingyu spoke weakly: "I can't call now, there is no signal on the mobile phone and there is no Internet, even if you want to ask the situation, there is no way to do it."

Qi Yan pursed his lips and closed his brows, thinking.

All comrades looked at each other helplessly——

【Monday Law: True love, just don't die until the Yellow River. 】

【Qiao Siqi: I can't cry without seeing the coffin. 】

【Luo Geng: Don't hit the south wall and don't look back. 】

【Li Jingyu: It's not a hero to be on the Great Wall. 】

【Qiao Siqi: Song Fei's name is the Great Wall? 】

【Wang Qingyuan: ……】

Is there any comrades who do n’t drive? If so, I want seven students from the History Academy, copy and paste in one go!

"Song Fei--"

Mr. Qi, who thought hard and meditated, finally appeared, and shouted.

The comrades were startled and the eye contact was interrupted. Upstairs soon came a helpless response from Song student: "What are you doing--"

Qi Yan was unmoved, and was concise: "Turn on Bluetooth."

Little friends admire the five-body cast-who said that people in love are fools, yuck, that's crazy!

Song Fei on the second floor of the cafeteria froze for a moment before reflecting the meaning of Qi Yan. This is to prepare to communicate with his mobile phone. But the question is, can Bluetooth be connected across a floor? Song Fei really has no confidence.

But on the first floor, it must be the organizational decision made by the class. The starting point must be still worried about him and Lin Dilei. Song Fei simply thought about this, and touched his phone to turn on Bluetooth.

The ideal was really scratched by reality.

The search area is blank, there is nothing to do.

Song Fei kept refreshing and refreshing, but still couldn't find it, he was so anxious that he dropped his phone. This is how things go. If you do n’t do it, Sanity will tell you that you ca n’t do it at all, but do it with the “maybe” mentality.

Song Feiteng stood up and began to chase after the kitchen, trying to find a place with a thin floor.

Behind the friends, Feng Qibai pulled out his mobile phone directly: "Isn't it Bluetooth? I opened it to match you, you search it, the name is Northwest Michelangelo."

Song Fei: "..."

The pairing failure was a very heavy blow to Qi Yan, but it was indeed unsuitable across the floor. Song Fei was silent afterwards, and he was honest. Sighing helplessly, he started to roll up his sleeves and started to clean up the kitchen.

The lunch was being prepared when the corpse tide broke out. Some dishes that are not afraid of cold have been cooked into large square dishes, neatly laid on the desk, and more dishes are still in the pot. A long cooktop with dozens of large cooktops, each with a large pot on it. The pot was once a semi-finished product. Some stir-fried shovels were also thrown into the pot at will, and some shovels fell to the ground. There are also a few who ca n’t find the shovel at all. I wonder if they were used as weapons by the chefs at that time.

The heating of the back kitchen also relies on heating, and now the interior is cold. Rao is so, these dishes are still rotten, rancid rancid, moldy mildew, together with the zombie corpses on the ground, mixed with a disgusting taste. If the space behind the first floor kitchen is large enough, it is estimated that they will be choked to death when they rush in.

Fighting before, rescue comrades on the tree or on the roof, the nerves are very tight, and I haven't felt it yet. At this moment, I feel nauseous when I calm down. So at the sight of Qi Yan's actions, the friends also moved, pulling large plastic empty barrels from the corners of the wall and dumping the mess in the pot. Finally, put a few black buckets covered with large black plastic bags and push them to the farthest corner, and then the pots and pans should be washed, the brush, the spotted blood on the ground, and the mop was also found. For a while, the sound of the faucet whizzing in the water was endless, and one group dared to teach the sun and the moon to change the scene of labor.

Just as the friends on the first floor sweat like rain, the second floor is a subtle silence. Don't see that Song is not connected to Bluetooth, but he was inspired by it. In order to eliminate difficulties and let the friends downstairs understand the current situation and be assured of himself, he started holding the phone and tapping into the memo.

But he did not concentrate on editing, but typed a few words for a while, looked at his new partner for a while, and went back and forth as if he was not typing on his mobile phone, but instead gave Zhao He a sketch with two thumbs. By the end the six people were seen with straight hair, sitting together instinctively, absorbing each other's warmth.

Fu Xiyuan: "What is he doing?"

Wu Zhou: "It looks like typing."

Zhao He: "Type it and type, what are we doing?"

Huang Mo: "It should be to report our situation to the downstairs."

Feng Qibai: "The phone can't be connected, how can I report?"

He Zhiwen: "I already thought of a way, you can see that he has a good look on his face."

"Hey." Suddenly accused people suddenly called to them, "What's your class name?"

Six people stared with big eyes, did not understand: "Huh?"

Lin Dilei smiled and understood Song Fei's meaning, helping to explain: "We called Class 1 of the mighty and unyielding survival, you also have a name. You can rush out of the dormitory to gather here, how fate is this, After forming the class, you do n’t have to fight alone, trust me, it feels great. "

Song Fei once again asked the first floor friends to go to the east to attract zombies. Then when he and Qi Yan opened the window in the west and reached out their phones to connect with Bluetooth, the sanitation work of the first floor was almost the same. Qi Yan just squatted and squatted in the water. In front of the zombie corpse next to the barrel, ready to start research, Song Fei scared him and almost fell on the corpse.

Qiao Siqi, Zhou Lu and Luo Geng were bored, and volunteered to go to the east end, and the window was full of passion. Qi Yan waited patiently, glanced at the right time, quickly opened the window, stretched out his arm and completed the pairing with Song Fei within the fastest speed. Li Jingyu was frightened and frightened throughout the journey, and he did not dare to speak out. He could only hope in his heart that Qi Yan should not shake his hands. After all, he bought his mobile phone in less than two months.

After finally receiving a complete picture, Qi Yan quickly closed the window and drilled out of the blinds. The trio over there closed the window first, because the zombies gathered faster than they expected. Fortunately, the information transfer was completed successfully.

That is a screenshot of a memorandum filled with words. Wu Sheng's class 1 and six heads came together to share the recent situation of Song Fei and Lin Dilei——

【Dear comrades, see the words as you see. Little mine and I are now on your head, everything is fine. This is the back kitchen of the Korean specialty restaurant. The space is not big, but it has been tidied up. There are many stone pots, seaweed slices, raw cold noodles, rice, vacuum-packed rice cakes, pickled radishes, spicy cabbage, etc., do n’t have to worry about our dinner. There are six people in the other party, who escaped from the dormitory yesterday and survived here. They are united and friendly, treat us like a spring breeze, I also tell our experience to them, with a sincere smile. I will return to the team as soon as possible tomorrow morning, don't miss it. ps. They are unwilling to give the class name, I will use the mighty unyielding survival 2 class instead, the class members are as follows: Zhao He (sportsmanship!), Department of Sports and Sports, Fu Xiyuan (simple), Department of Social Sports, Wu Zhou (Sunshine) ), Department of Physics, He Zhiwen (Dunhou), Department of Sculpture, Feng Qibai (Lively), Department of Psychology, Huang Mo (Female Half Fairy?). 】

After seeing the last six comrades in arms, I was completely relieved. Although he didn't say anything on his mouth, in fact, in the current situation, every time he encounters a group of people, he will whisper in his heart. They don't harm others, but they can't guard against it. But looking at the state in Song Fei's screenshots, they don't say that they are as good as fish, and they feel at home, and they are relieved to a certain extent. Even if we take a step back, Song Fei is inaccurate in seeing people. These six are bad guys. Eight against six, they are not without the power to fight back.

Just--

Qiao Siqi: "Have you noticed the two punctuation marks in brackets ..."

Luo Geng: "It really makes people care."

Li Jingyu: "The question mark means uncertainty, how can there be a real half-cent."

Monday Law: "What about the exclamation mark?"

Wang Qingyuan: "It should be the expression of inner true mood."

Five pairs of eyes invariably looked at Qi Yan. The latter pondered for a moment, then suddenly looked up and shouted, "Who is more handsome--"

The response from classmate Song came quickly: "It's almost--"

Qi Yan: "How much is it?"

Song Fei: "It's just a little bit, he is the closest I have ever seen to you! Hey, don't you let you shout!"

Qi Yan: "Well, it's alright."

Four little friends watched Qi Yan change from a blank expression to a face with a muscular, trembling facial expression that could not help but smile, and he could hardly think of any other words to punish. Only Joe Squirrel does n’t think it ’s naive, or naive or naive does n’t matter to him—

"I really want to burn this **** couple ..."

Downstairs disagrees, and upstairs also looks at each other. They are not as good as Wusheng Class 1. Fortunately, Class 1 read the letter, and there is no obstacle to understanding the later derivative dialogue, but Class 2 did not see the screenshot from beginning to end, only probably know that Song Fei wrote the second floor. , So confused for the next handsome conversation.

Of course there are also sensitive ones, such as Zhao He. After touching his bald head for a long time, he finally confided his true emotions: "Why inexplicable kind of unwillingness ..."