Zombie University

Qi Yan won the second place in the end, the first place is from the College of Liberal Arts. At first, no one looked at the unremarkable boy, but when he ran to the last five laps, he and Qi Yan had completely thrown away their remaining opponents. Qi Yan is tall and long-legged, runs with a large stride, a steady rhythm, and is pleasing to the eye. The classmate is shorter than Qi Yan and has a disadvantage in stride, but wins in frequency.

Song Fei clutched the phone, but almost did not leave the field with his eyes in the second half. He could see that Qi Yan had done his best, but he finally followed the opponent in three steps and crossed the finish line. On the broadcast, congratulations to the College of Liberal Arts first, the Academy of Biological Sciences second, and also reported the names of athletes, Song Fei did not listen very much, all the attention was placed on Qi Yan.

The man stooped and leaned on his knees, unable to breathe. Song Fei knew that he was exhausted to the extreme, and the final sprint was to fight the limit. If you are yourself, Song Fei thinks, it must be banging on the floor at this moment, who loves who. But that's Qi Yan. Whenever you want to maintain your image, you don't know whether this near-perverted self-discipline is natural or acquired.

The finish line is near Song Fei's area. If Qi Yan looks at this time, she can definitely look at Song Fei. And Song Fei and their big white robe now, it's hard to lock it. But from beginning to end, Qi Yan turned his back to this side, and did not glance at it until he left the field.

Tucao returned to Tucao, Song Fei still quite a pity for him. With this kind of character, failing to take the first is tantamount to failure, and the second or the last is the same. It is a little bit disheartening to think about it when you look at the lonely back.

The sports meeting lasted two days. In the afternoon of the next day, the sports classmates who had been busy in various key positions such as event organization, referee, and scorekeeper finally transformed into a sweeping monk—the exhibition game began.

Normally, there is no harm if there is no comparison, but when the gap between the two is too wide, even if the weakness is withdrawn, the strong will still make you dumbfounded. It was almost a gust of wind, and it blew from the front, and it was too late to look at the silhouette, only to trace the hustle and bustle dust brought behind Jianer with the naked eye.

Finally, the 440 students came to the conclusion that the art industry has specialization, let ’s practice Tai Chi well.

As the games ended, the weather gradually became cooler. Some hardy hard-leaved broad-leaved trees on the campus have begun to yellow, and occasionally a few pieces fall on the still tall pine cypress with the wind. The golden leaves are matched with the dark green pine needles.

Song Fei regained his exclusive regular work and rest-taking mandatory courses, skipping optional courses, chasing new fan, and brushing mobile phones. But after a week, he felt awkward. In the original dormitory, Wang Qingyuan was alone or reading a book every day. Xiangyang usually used his mobile phone to be intimate with his wife, and Ren Zhe was difficult to see his silhouette from morning to night except in class. On the way to the school girl. But in recent days, the 440th day is full, and except for Song Fei holding the notebook, the rest are hard at the desk, and the word "hardworking" can be seen from the back.

No class this afternoon, Song Fei felt that in the evening, this was a good time, but ended in tragic "waking up in a strange and terrible silence". The reason for this is that this silence is not pure silence, but a subtle low-decibel sound of 99% silence + 1%. This low-decibel sound is a combination of occasionally flipping through the book, la la la and pen nibbling, Under the background of 99% quietness, it is particularly "exciting".

When Song Fei sat up in the upper bunk, the sunset was just right. 440 was shrouded in a warm and soft halo, along with a "coercer" on the upper bunk and three "good students" on the lower table. The backs of the roommates working at their desks perfectly coincided with their ex-boyfriends at this moment. The weather-stricken classmate Song had a thrilling sense of “just came out of the tiger's den and entered the wolf den”.

"Cough," Song Fei cleared his throat and asked carefully, "Well, can I interrupt you two?"

The words were spoken to three people, but Wang Qingyuan remained motionless tacitly, and Xiang Yang and Ren Zhe raised their heads enthusiastically—

"What's the matter?"

"What are you doing?"

Song Fei is very pleased, at least the roommates still position themselves accurately.

"I should ask you two, is it evil or enchanted, so hard to go to heaven?"

Ren Zhe gave Xiangyang a look and motioned, you said.

The latter nodded and looked up, bitterly said: "Brother, grind the guns, it's unpleasant and light."

Song Fei seemed to see the real question on the other party's table exuding the colorful glow of blind eyes.

"The question is, haven't you both passed the fourth level?" This is very sad to say, but Song Fei can't take care of it. He wants to defend the dignity of "440 the only true man who disdains the fourth level."

The two roommates looked at each other, and finally agreed unanimously: "Yeah, so we are reviewing level 6."

Song Fei's turn was silly, and he suspected that he had auditory hallucinations: "You two are going to take the sixth grade? Didn't you say that you haven't touched the English book in the fourth grade? You don't have to take the required courses! , Chinese should be popularized all over the world. Did you say that? "

Xiangyang put down his pen, as if recalling the once-for-a-lifetime, dashing, eyes far away. After a while, the loss was over, and only desolation left. He looked at Song Fei and sighed quietly: "Young man, you don't understand, there is a kind of hard work that calls your daughter-in-law that you should work hard."

Song Fei swallowed and suddenly wanted to give Xiang classmates a hug.

"What about you? You don't have a daughter-in-law anymore." Xiang Yang's helplessness is understandable, and Ren Zhe's efforts have no reason.

I do n’t want Ren Zhe to sway her elegant hair: "Dude, haven't you seen the reality yet? You can only rely on your academic achievements to leave the girl less than three years left.

Song Fei swallowed again, and finally felt that he still wanted to take a nap.

"I'm going downstairs to get some water. Does anyone want to bring it ..." Song Fei jumped out of bed and decided to go to the water room to calm down.

Wang Qingyuan: "No."

Ren Zhe: "Just finished playing at noon."

Xiangyang: "I'll wait for a while and have a meal in the cafeteria."

Once you enter the school, it looks like the sea. Even if he didn't need to fetch water himself, Song Fei Bei came from it.

After being confiscated and being criticized by the instructor, Song Fei's dormitory was very safe and secure. For a while, they all carried a hot pot and went downstairs to fetch water. Song Fei prepared to eat first, then fetch water, and then put the emerald green thermos into the ocean-like thermos array in front of the water room door, and leaned against the water room window sill. One is that this position is easy to remember, and the other is that the window has a guardrail, so that he can use the bicycle lock he carries to firmly lock the kettle and the iron railing together.

Fire, anti-theft, anti-lost pot, how painful to understand.

The cafeteria just arrived at five o'clock, and the dishes were not finished yet, let alone the students. A few heads at a glance, all the rest was a row of empty plastic stools, Song Fei went straight to the first window, hit the rice first, and then moved to the second window, as expected, the new dishes could not wait Put it out.

"It's quite early today." The aunts who have been cooking in this area all know Song Fei. There are students who dare to challenge the new dishes, but there are always rare ones who will challenge. Over time, she can't bear to be in the dish. It's time to use the "shake wrist" skill.

"Well, no class." Song Fei smiled cutely and cutely, but all her attention was on the dishes. The new red and white dishes reminded him of the memories of practicing Tai Chi fans, but even if he read countless dishes, he now There is also some inaccuracy, "Auntie, what is this today?"

"Watermelon fried rice cake."

"Okay, I'll have a mapo tofu."

——Song Fei likes to try new things, but he is not blind.

Halfway through the meal, the cafeteria gradually began to serve people, at least half an hour before the peak period, so Song Fei did not care too much and continued to eat his own. Until a person sat down opposite.

Song Fei's first reaction was frowning. He raised his head and wanted to say that there was a place where the classmates squeezed me. But Qi Yan's face choked in an instant. Fortunately, he ate it instead of meat.

"It's a coincidence." Qi Yan smiled, still in the way of unity and friendship.

Song Fei glanced at the red and white on his plate, couldn't hold back, and asked, "You asked what kind of food is this, would you fight?"

Qi Yan didn't even think about it: "No need to ask, just know at a glance, watermelon fried rice cake."

Song Fei was speechless, only admiration remained.

OK, I do n’t know what to look for. The question is: “You did n’t have such a big taste before ...” Remember that when the two were together, each time they cooked new dishes, they could make the other person speechless.

Qi Yan froze for a while, bowed his head and began to eat: "Occasionally change the taste."

Song Fei couldn't see his expression clearly, only felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange, but it was impossible to tell where the blame was. Fortunately, this kind of difficult subtlety was quickly blown away by the other party's expression.

Song Fei smiled: "Come on brave man, give a taste."

Qi Yan spit out the rice cake, and the sky gave a word: "Fuck."

The slang dishes that forced the three good students to swear were eventually given to the remnant car, and Qi Yan slashed a third of Song Fei ’s Mapo tofu. Even if the auntie didn't deduct it, she couldn't help sharing this, and the two of them ate a dish. It seemed like something was wrong. Song Fei couldn't bear it, and went to beat a Kung Pao Chicken. As a result, the other classmates were missing, and the chopsticks poked the chicken.

Song Fei was furious: "Which one do you eat!"

Qi Yan's face covered with rice grains is full of innocence: "Can't you eat it together ..."

Song Fei 囧, thinking about it, seems to be able to answer in this way: "There is nothing impossible ..."

Qi Yan laughed again, and with the rice in his mouth, his face was magically up several steps.

Song Fei was almost blinded, and he didn't even look at him again, bowed his head and pulled the rice.

In fact, when Qi Yan was not upset with him, it was very good, just like now, soft and cute in the handsome, and cute in the handsome. At that time, he once fantasised about it ... forget it, let me not mention the past again, life is already stormy.

"Yes, you have nothing to do in these days." Qi Yan suddenly put down her chopsticks. What is soft and cute is gone, and it is a consistent imperative sentence.

Song Fei subconsciously wanted to sing the opposite tone: "Use your control."

Qi Yan frowned, and could see that he was working hard to endure and maintain peace: "A classmate in the Department of Archaeology is dead, do you know?"

Song Fei was shocked: "Is it really dead? Didn't he say that he lost contact, and he said he dropped out of school himself."

Qi Yan was defeated by him: "You live with him one floor, how can you still be so fool. Is the tofu or paste in your head!"

Both options are very unpleasant to Song.

But Qi Yanshuang was refreshed. He found that it was too tired to be influenced by love. He still went back to Shutan: "It's really dead, and it's a corpse. When it was found, there were only half legs left, and the DNA verified the identity."

Song Fei still has doubts: "It sounds like what you saw."

"I listened while the department head was discussing."

Song Fei is silent. Qi Yan will never turn around, but he will not be alarmist. He remembered the picture again, and when he looked at Mapo Tofu and Kung Pao Chicken, he completely lost his appetite.

Qi Yan did n’t know Song Fei ’s psychological shadow and continued: “The incident happened again at the gate of the University of Science and Technology the day before yesterday. I always feel that our university town is not quite flat recently, so you should go out as little as possible.”

Song Fei wondered: "What's the matter with the University of Science and Technology?"

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows: "Do you know that?"

"Wait, wait," Song Fei felt cold all over, "What the **** are you talking about again?"

"Bite your face," Qi Yan knows his needs very well, repeating them clearly, "The videos are all going crazy on Weibo, did you not see them?"

Song Fei shook his head blankly. There are 10,000 hot spots on Weibo every day. He usually receives 9,999, but he misses the only relevant one if he is not sure.

Without saying anything, Qi Yan took out his phone and opened Weibo to search for videos that had not yet been deleted for him to watch.

The cafeteria has no wifi, and Song Fei was very distressed when he thought about the traffic of La La La. But soon, he didn't care about this. The video was swaying unclearly, and the picture was very blurry. I could see a person tumbling down on another person, it seemed to be nibbling, but it could also be understood as a pro. if.

The video is only a dozen seconds, and it will stop abruptly soon.

Song Fei commented the following. The top hot comment was a breaking news, saying that the cheating man was killed by the police, but the victim suddenly stood up and attacked the police. The police helplessly killed him, and later the injured police Was taken by 120.

"True and false?" Song Fei asked, pointing to the news.

Qi Yan shook his head honestly: "I don't know."

Song Fei looked down again, and most people suspected that those who ate and those who were gnawed were taking drugs. In the illusion of drugs, one started first against the other, and then was freed by the one who started, and began to be driven by the illusion. , Go crazy attack. There was a connection in the back. It was a similar case in a foreign country. The drug user attacked the homeless man, also chewing his face. Finally, the drug user was killed and the homeless man was seriously injured. However, there are quite a few people who are coaxing, saying that this is a zombie film, and it can be climbed and attacked. It is definitely an infected person. There are also enthusiastic netizens who have supplemented several domestic videos, saying they are collected online. Street shots from around the country where suspected explosions are happening, swaying mirrors in Yishui, passersby in Yishui are attacked, distance is near and far, pixels are high and low, it looks like a masterpiece of different people, different mobile phones and different locations . Finally, some netizens concluded that the earthquake and tsunami nuclear explosions are here, and it is time to stage "2012".

Song Fei does not believe in the end times. He said that the earth was destroyed in 1999, his father and his mother were like glue, and he was two years old. He said that when the end of 2012 came, he naively believed that the result of flying himself would be the bottom of the period. Now he sticks to the scientific concept of development and strives to build a harmonious society.

But the vicious case was obvious, and I ate two of them in one meal. The University of Science and Technology is very close to the University of Foreign Languages ​​and very close to them. When thinking of such a thing happening to him, Song Fei felt numb for no reason.

No more appetite to eat, hastily presented the dinner plate Song Fei and Qi Yan, and soon left the cafeteria.

Next to the cafeteria is the water room, next to the water room is the supermarket, and next to the supermarket is the dormitory. The four people form the entire living area.

"I fetch the water, please go back first." Song Fei didn't know what else to talk to Qi Yan and broke up on the spot.

Unexpectedly, Qi Yan tilted his head: "It happened, I also fetched water."

Song Fei sneered at his empty hands: "Come on, you hit it with your hands."

Qi Yan pointed to the door of the water room: "I put the kettle over there."

Song Fei has a bad hunch.

Sure enough, Wang Ba egg walked with him to the root of the window, and saw him beside the green pot with the iron chain locked, and a gorgeous pink companion.

"You **** deliberately." Interrogative sentence, but Song Fei is almost certain, after all, there is no second person in the school to take the car chain to lock the pot!

Qi Yan shook his head seriously: "I put it here first, did you see it when you locked the pot? I also deliberately locked it next to me because you recognized it as mine."

Song Fei was startled, dumbfounded.

Qi Yan ’s kettle is a school explosion. A hundred meters can be found exactly the same in ten meters, and he does not leave his own unique marks on the kettle like most classmates. Clean and tidy, slim. Song Fei couldn't remember whether there was this man beside him when he locked the pot.

Okay, don't care about the truth or not, don't you just get some water together, half a minute?

In a blink of an eye, two male students with complicated relationships carrying a heavy kettle set came out of the water room.

Song Fei ca n’t wait to break up on the spot for the second time: “I ’m going to the supermarket to buy something, please go back first.”

Qi Yanyi tilted his head: "It happens, I also buy things."

Fuck, just use it for two reasons. Anyway, you can change the starting point when you create a sentence. ! !

Song Fei swears that he wants to say that I will not buy it, go back to the dormitory, and the goods will certainly follow.

It's definitely a conspiracy.

Qi Yan seldom draws wind, but occasionally pumping once is enough for Song Fei. His past experience tells him that the best response is to follow him.

Song Fei ’s university supermarket was originally called “Xiyangyang”. The school operated by itself, the area is quite large, but the things are not complete and not new. Even the display is the style of more than ten years ago. . Later, as soon as the school gritted its teeth and attracted foreign investment, it quickly became "a lot more", and the interior was completely renewed, just like the rhythm of connecting with large international supermarket chains, and business was booming.

Still the same, Song Fei locked the pot by the handrail of the stairs in front of the supermarket before entering the supermarket.

Qi Yan watched him lock the car chain again, and inexplicably distressed the little green pot: "You wrote it like this, don't need to lock it."

Unlike Qi Yan ’s polished body, Song Fei ’s thermos was marked with twelve thick black characters with a marker pen-the cursed vortex in the pot, whoever steals will be punished!

Song Fei shook his head and felt that Qi Yan was still too naive: "There are many proletarian fighters in our school who do not engage in feudal superstition. Treating them, intimidating and useless, can only be locked."

Qi Yan shrugged, too lazy to listen to his misconceptions.

Ten minutes later, the two returned home in full load. Song Fei's harvest is mainly melon seeds for instant noodles. Qi Yan's is much simpler-an ice cream bar.

Song Fei did not want to vomit him: "Brother, cool down today."

Qi Yan smiled and bite, deliberately. He is in a good mood now, sweeter than ice cream. It seems that occasionally leaving the library early ... well, wait a minute.

Song Fei looked at Qi Yan's suddenly dark face, then followed his gaze to the side of the handrail of the supermarket stairs-Xiao Green everything was fine, and Xiao Fan was nowhere to be seen.

Song Fei laughed and could n’t be more happily happy: “Let you pretend not to mark it hahahaha, hurry and eat ice cream to go to the fire hahahahahaha ...”

Qi Yan stood on the spot, where there is still a mood to eat ice cream.

Song Fei shook the key proudly, showing off the whole thing, and hummed the song to release the car lock: "I see it, I will learn something from Brother in the future, and you don't ... hey?" Picking up the kettle, Song Fei felt wrong and hurried. Put the pot down and open the lid. Sure enough, the inside is empty, and the hot water just hit is missing.

"Fuck, steal two cents of water !!!"

Qi Yan stuffed the ice cream into his mouth again, feeling very sweet again.