Zombie University

Bingxue's clever little mine was able to master the fire better by dinner. Although it was still a bit hectic, the two dishes presented in the end made the students in Wusheng Class 1 burst into tears. I do n’t know if it was motivated. Under the high level of performance of small mines, the technology of Rice Week has also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Sweet and sour appetizer tenderloin.

Salty and rich braised eggplant sticks.

Bright and bright winter melon shrimp soup.

With a bowl of crystal-clear white rice or crunchy buns-under the mad bombing of Luo who loves pasta, rice week had to turn out a frozen bun from the freezer and stuff it into the steamer to heat up- -What do you want!

Eight people sat in a small circle around the food, without moving the chopsticks, and they were already overwhelmed by the fragrance of the overflowing vegetables. This incense not only comes from the finished products in front of you, but more from the cooking process, which was scattered under the fire, and it still did not disappear at this time, strongly stimulating everyone's taste buds.

"If you are not going to make a speech or something, I'll start eating?" Joskey, who had swallowed some saliva, was already intolerable, and several times the chopsticks in his hand had to fly out for food.

Luo Gengyan bite a big bite of steamed buns, took out three eggplant sticks with chopsticks, and waited for the little friends to wink, another chopsticks took a large piece of tenderloin, and the speed of the hand was beyond human scope.

Qiao Siqi black line, he does not have to ask!

With the tremendous power of example, everyone is welcome, and for a time, sixteen chopsticks come and go, flying up and down with pleasure, eating the wind and the clouds.

Dong.

Halfway through the meal, everyone's speed has basically slowed down, and the gang can't stand it anymore, so the muffled noise in the back kitchen gradually became more clear.

All the little friends holding their rice bowls froze.

Dong, Dong.

Two more sounds!

Song Fei got up suddenly and ran to the westernmost window in a few steps, quietly opened the gap of the blinds and secretly looked out.

He was ready to face the grief, but there were no zombies outside the window, but only a white radish that he once knew, tied to the end of a rope **** by a number of plastic bags, and kissing their window as the rope rocked.

At night, the lights from the blinds shone a strange halo around the white radish in the darkness.

Song Fei's tense nerves relaxed, and he dug into the venetian blind speechlessly, opened the sash a little, and quickly headed out of the head. He pressed his voice upward and asked, "What's the matter?" Come back to close the window and lock.

It seemed to be stunned for a while, and then whispered, "Look at the radish!"

Through the window, the sound that was not loud was even more serene, but Song Fei kept his ears stuck in the window slits, but he also captured them all. Immediately looked back at the white fat radish, only to find this piece of paper between the plastic bag rope around the waist and the tied radish.

Song Fei opened the window twice, stretched his arm over the radish, and quickly removed the note. After re-locking the window, he withdrew the blinds, and opened the small note by the light. I saw the dense words on it, first two. The large characters of the dragon and the phoenix dance are crossed out somehow, and the small characters are clear below.

【The first time the lantern was on, the smell was fragrant, the fragrance was overflowing, and I was fascinated by it. I would like to use the purple bag in exchange for less taste. Jun Ruo agreed, gently knocking on the clothes, sending charcoal in the snow, without teeth unforgettable. 】

Song Fei pondered for a moment and raised the note again, trying to recognize the large black characters that had been drawn into a black stripe that his father would never know, and finally recognized them one by one under the light. Of course, this is also related to the genre of the writer's own font. The dragon and the phoenix are extremely arrogant, and the brutal smear can't suppress its willful evil ——

【What you did, the taste flew up from the flue, and it was too fragrant】

"What do you see?"

Little friends looked at Song Fei standing at the window and opened and closed, and now they looked at a strange note and asked questions naturally.

"It seems that we smell our dishes upstairs, and we want to eat some." Class 2 students' notes are not difficult to read, but Song Fei hasn't figured it out in some details, so he didn't look back and perfunctory friends , Continue to look at the note.

Seven people exchanged glances, and their mood was a little subtle.

It stands to reason that the classmates discussed, and share some blame. But after all, today is different from the past. It ’s okay today, it ’s okay tomorrow, and it ’s one month and two months. Do you give it or not? And since you are asking for something, you have to say something polite. Slightly smelling it, please share with us. Isn't it too embarrassing to treat yourself as an outsider?

Hundreds of rounds and thousands of rounds, Qi Yan found that Song Fei was still standing there, a little puzzled and said: "Just two sentences, don't need to read for so long."

"Who said two sentences?"

"..."

Song Fei frowned and walked over to Qi Yan: "A few serious sentences, the text is crepe."

Qi Yan took the note and quickly browsed it. Seeing that other students were also curious about it, they simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "Come and translate."

As the most authoritative literary worker in Class 1 of Wusheng, Li Jingyu lived up to the expectations and pondered over the note again and again, speaking low, soothing, and emotional—

"In the evening at the beginning of the Chinese lantern, a fragrance awakened our confusion. The rich aroma of the food, coming with the wind, made our hearts riveting and infinite yearning. Willing to use our seaweed for rice, in exchange for a little bit of your soup Cold soup, let the exotic flavor add to your dinner. We can also miss our hometown in our home-cooked dishes. If you agree, please tap the small window with radish, so that the charity of sending charcoal in the snow, we have no teeth memorable!"

Li Jingyu's ending dissipated in the empty kitchen, seven pairs of eyes slowly looked at Song Fei.

The latter put their hands together: "I said it earlier, just to ask us to order some food."

The black line of the comrades in arms: "This is basically two letters to you!"

The other 2 classmates are not indiscriminately, they are planning to exchange food for food, and they basically do not want to take advantage of it, not to mention the letter is simple. Thinking of the future, these six classmates will continue to have a long and single exotic taste, the comrades in class 1 suddenly burst into infinite sympathy.

Apply for barter and barter, and pass by unanimous vote. Song Feixuan knocks out the window and Lin Dilei divides the dishes and soup. Soon, the porridge with seaweed was hung down, and the home-made dishes were hung up. It was fair and reasonable, and the two were happy.

Close the window, Song Fei walked back with the seaweed pilaf, but unexpectedly stepped on the snow water left in the snowball fight, the whole person's center of gravity was unstable, and fell forward to the ground!

Boom.

Song Fei felt that his pectoral muscles would be smashed by the ground.

The seaweed pilaf is thrown away and thrown out two meters away. Fortunately, the bag is fastened tightly without serious consequences.

Qiao Siqi quickly got up and picked up ...

Qi Yan crossed johns, walked to Song Fei and squatted down to help him: "It's alright."

Song Fei was so painful that he grinned his teeth and just wanted to howl sympathy, and his eyes suddenly flashed. Pulling Qi Yan's hand away, Song Fei lay on the ground and rubbed in front of the shelf next to her, her face stuck to the ground and looked at the gap under the shelf.

Qi Yan was puzzled, and just wanted to make an inquiry, I saw Song Fei got up and ran to Monday's side and asked, "What about your gun?"

On Monday, Lu was drinking soup, and he almost didn't spout. It took a long time to understand that he asked him a sushi gun. Quickly found a long gun for this ancestor and submitted it.

Song Fei is no nonsense. He took the gun and ran to the rack again and lay down. He stretched the slender metal rod into the gap and swept hard!

A black remote control was drawn out.

Qi Yan picked up the remote control and thought about it for a moment, a surprise light flashed in his eyes: "Outside TV?"

Song Fei nodded hard: "It must be!"

There are two TVs in the hall on the first floor of the school cafeteria, which are set up in the east and west halves, and they will magically turn on every meal time. Usually it is either the Central News Station or the Central One. TVs are all hung on the top of the load-bearing column. Unless you step on the table, ordinary students can only look up and do not reach out and play, let alone adjust the station.

Since most of the students in the restaurant will deliberately ignore this positive energy intentionally or unintentionally, over time, they will integrate the TV and the wall in the spiritual space, which is why they did not find Song Remote until they discovered the remote control. Think of it, fuck, there is TV in the cafeteria!

Everyone was excited. The heartbroken by the disconnection of the network and the signal and the landline was reignited, and the fireworks of hope were rekindled.

"You said," Song Fei tried to make his voice sound calm, "Will the state broadcast news or warnings on television for this large-scale catastrophic virus infection?"

This is a delicate and even sensitive question.

My friends don't know how to answer for a while. They are not angry youths or Fifty cents, so it is impossible for them to stand firm and say right away that they will or will not.

"I think it will." Song Fei asked himself, and his eyes showed a persistent light, "So I have to gamble."

Comrades understand that he is going to rush out to turn on the TV in the hall, risking the possibility of losing his life, and gamble on their country.

On the eighteenth day of the corpse tide eruption before any rescue has been awaited.

"I'll go with you." Qi Yan said suddenly, "Transparency of information is the first step in fighting this kind of collective crisis. I will bet with you."

Song Fei looked at him incredulously, his throat a little dry, and it took a long time for him to say, "What if I lose?"

Qi Yan thought about it very seriously and gave a firm answer: "Then I won't let you go as a ghost."

Song Fei: "..."

"Don't you show us this life and death?" Lin Dilei intervened angrily between the two of them, "We didn't say no bet. But we can't break through, we must have a strategy!"

Five minutes later, the door of the back kitchen that had not been opened since I rushed in, gently opened a gap. The door opener's movements were extremely light and quiet, with almost no noise. A half-squinted eye after the gap, watched the hall alertly.

The moonlight spilled in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving the dark hall with a dark and obscure layer. The hall was silent, but it was a quiet silence with danger. After the gap, the eyes blinked frequently, and finally gradually adapted to the darkness. The next second, the owner of the eyes slammed his mouth and pressed the cool sound of a deep breath into the deep throat.

The hall is full of zombies!

They are cluttered and cluttered. The huge number makes the whole hall look like a subway car in the morning peak. The expressionless faces glow blue in the moonlight, and the slightly opened mouth seems to be waiting to be eaten. Prey.

The gap closed quietly and the lock fell. Song Fei slid to the ground by the door, feeling that his legs were still soft.

Zombies are not terrible, but this dense and terrifying scene is still very impactful, and those who do not have intensive phobias will have to be caught out of this disease.

"All in the lobby," Song Fei said incoherently, slowly, before continuing, "Aren't you able to see the zombies in the past two days? They all went to the lobby."

Wang Qingyuan: "The whole hall?"

Song Fei: "Full of dangdang."

My friends are silent, do n’t look, just replace the spectacular scene of the crowd of people waiting in line in the cafeteria on Monday for lunch and replace them with a zombie version.

"Can you continue?" Li Jingyu asked.

"Yes," Song Fei nodded, "The old way, slamming things."

Monday Law frowned: "If there are so many zombies, you may not have waited for half of us to attract them. You have to close the window. You still can't rush out."

"There must be a way to attract zombies for a long time ..." Song Fei murmured and fell into contemplation.

Second floor of the cafeteria, Korean food after cooking.

Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how much have you eaten, and still grab the last bite!"

Zhao He: "The martial arts in the world can only be broken fast."

Fu Xiyuan: "Go away."

Wu Zhou: "How come there is such a beautiful and virtuous sister, which man must be able to marry, and he will die happily in this life."

Feng Qibai: "I think our Huang Mo is also good."

He Zhiwen: "I lost a lot of height alone."

Huang Mo: "Take the pen for a while, and I will write another application letter."

He asked: "I'm wrong ..."

"2 classes, put carrots-"

The sudden call broke the happy dinner time on the second floor.

The six people stared at each other for a long time, or Zhao He and Huang Mo got up—the former had long arms and was responsible for putting the radish rope on, while the latter was sensitive and could judge the situation at any time.

The radish was quickly put down, and quickly received as it was, but there was an extra note on it.

Zhao He opened the note. There were only a few words on it. The words were concise. After reading it, his face turned green.

Huang Mo saw something wrong and reached for the note. When he saw the end, he knew it.

The remaining four classmates are still waiting. Huang Mo does not sell Guanzi and directly announces the content of the note: "Class 1 wants to rush into the hall to turn on the TV and see if there is any outside news on the TV. We need our help."

Everyone is nervous: "How can I help?"

"Just sing to the outside on our second floor window to attract the zombies in the hall, there may be a risk of the zombies climbing up, but according to the observations of these days, the outer wall of the canteen is very slippery, this risk is not great . "

"Then help," Wu Zhou didn't think about it, "It would be better if I could know the news outside."

The male students nodded together, and did not understand why Zhao He was so resistant to this effort.

Huang Mo sighed, and wanted to pat Zhao He ’s shoulder, but felt that the height was too troublesome. He simply patted the opponent ’s lower back: “Short mouth, let ’s go.”

Zhao He snapped back the note, glaring hard at the line of words on the paper: "It's crazy to sing to attract the zombies, this alternative song list is really mad!"

Huang Mo: "It's not just letting everyone sing, choose one we will do."

Zhao He: "Every capital is ashamed, okay!"

Huang Mo: "Maybe they are suffering."

Zhao He: "What pains? Can the zombies understand the lyrics? Come and sing this song, and they are indifferent to sing that song?"

"That's not true," Huang Mo tilted his head for a moment and said, "I guess Class 1 may feel that these songs will bring them a greater success rate for this campaign."

Zhao He: "Use song sets to buff?"

Huang Mo: "After all, it is to put hope on the motherland, so it is easy to understand if you think about it."

The other four people were confused, and Feng Qibai took the note from Zhao He. Without looking at it, he first ran to the last two rows of recommended songs-"Chinese", "I Love You, China" , "Chinese Taste", "Chinese Beauty" ...

After half an hour, the heavily armed Song Fei and Qi Yan reopened the door with a thin slit, and through the goggles, the time to adapt to the darkness was longer.

Finally, Qi Yan turned his back to show a thumbs up.

Monroe standing in front of the westernmost window immediately opened the sash, picked up the carrots that had hung down and waited a few minutes ago, and knocked the glass twice.

The moment the window was closed again, the radish was also picked up.

The next second, the second floor fluttered with a bright and lively chorus——

"Chinese Fan'er is so stylish ~~ Chinese Fan'er is so handsome ~~ Yellow skin washed by the Yellow River ~~ Five thousand years this color will never change ~~~"

The zombies in the hall suddenly commotion!

Looking left and right first, it seems that the source of the sound is unclear. But soon, zombies in the area closer to the door ran out. They may not be able to tell which direction the sound came from, southeast, northwest, but instinct drove them to run outdoors!

The zombies in the hall are getting less and less.

Song Fei and Qi Yan were tight all over, daring not relax for a moment.

Finally, the hall was empty and there were four zombies left. I wonder if I was not interested in singing or if I had a stronger instinct to avoid the cold, I was still standing still.

Two of them are close, both in the middle, and the other two are in the east and west halves, which means that the fixed points of the four zombies almost traverse the entire hall.

Class 2 students sang a few words in tone, because they almost shouted, their voices were loud, and even the moon hanging in the sky seemed to tremble.

Can't wait any longer, Qi Yan whispered a few words in Song Fei's ear, without waiting for the latter's consent, directly flashed out!

Outside the kitchen is the cooking zone. On weekdays, the aunts are standing in this wide strip to cook for the students. The glass fence that separates this area from the dining area is only a half-height!

Qi Yan ran to the center of the beating area in one breath. For safety, he and Song Fei had painted toilet water before. He did n’t want to seduce the enemy now. He could only keep quiet and jump while vigorously waving his arms.

Although the light is very dark, the zombie on the east side still found him, maybe because he did n’t see it clearly, and it did n’t smell real, he was n’t excited, but just came here swaying.

The actions of the zombies on the east side attracted the attention of the two zombies in the middle. The latter two hesitated to turn around, and after seeing a living person with unclear suspicion of open teeth and dancing claws, they instinctively howled and walked over there.

Howling is not as intense as it used to be, but in the quiet and empty hall, it still sounds real. Song Fei was n’t sure if the zombies had any language to communicate, would they be more sensitive to howling of the same kind, only knowing that the more they dragged behind for a minute, the higher the risk factor.

Looking at the TV set closest to him and looking at the zombies about seven or eight meters away from the TV set, Song Fei started to turn around in the direction of Qi Yan. Song Fei gritted his teeth ... and the cat crawled out.