"With so many mouths to eat, isn't it too troublesome to make porridge?"
Bai Youwei said while eating:
"Making porridge takes a lot of time, and you can't get enough to eat. If you don't pay attention, it's easy to get boiled. If it's not because the patient's stomach is weak, why bother to cook porridge?" It’s good to have enough, and if you don’t do anything wrong, make porridge. Here, look, there are shrimp and mushrooms in the porridge—”
Bai Youwei picked up a spoonful of porridge and shook it in front of Shen Mo.
Then he put it back into his mouth and said vaguely, "It's a courtesy, and we can't take advantage of others in vain. You can go upstairs with something to eat."
Shen Mo smiled: "Just for food? Don't you want me to go up and find out the situation?"
Bai Youwei's expression remained the same, and her porridge eating movement did not stagnate at all, "Don't you want to?"
Shen Mo smiled inaudibly and admitted generously, "I want to."
His and Bai Youwei's personalities are 108,000 miles apart, but somehow, their thoughts always coincide.
Shen Mo thought about it again, and said, "Let Teacher Cheng go, they are all teachers, and it's easy to talk."
"Bring a joke." Bai Youwei said, "Don't let the old man be bullied."
Shen Mo: "Why, protect the short?"
Bai Youwei was stunned, not knowing what to think, paused for a few seconds and said lightly: "He's not bad."
Shen Mo gave her a deep look, got up and went out, stood at the door and said, "Mr. Cheng, come here..."
…
Bai Youwei and Shen Mo analyzed the teachers and students upstairs in the dormitory, but they didn't know that the people upstairs were also studying them.
"A tall man, a delinquent youth, an old man, a disabled man..."
The students sat around and looked at each other.
Such a combination, no matter how you look at it, is very strange.
"You don't have to worry too much." The female teacher sat between them and spoke softly, "If they can take care of the elderly and take care of the disabled, they will definitely not be vicious people. We don't make water from the well, we just need to take care of ourselves."
A girl with a pair of ponytails muttered, "But that cripple is so fierce..."
Before he could finish speaking, the teacher gave him a stern look.
Knowing that she said something wrong, the girl was also a little aggrieved, and whispered, "It wasn't me who said it, it was she who said it herself."
"She can say that she is lame, but we can't." The female teacher looked at the students in front of her and warned again, "When you go out, don't be quick with your words. It's not good for others or yourself, you know?"
"Understood, Mr. Tu."
The students all agreed, and the girls with two ponytails nodded uncomfortably.
Another student asked, "Mr. Tu, when will we enter the fog?"
Teacher Tu was silent for a while, then turned to look to one side—
Over there, there was a pale male student lying on the bed in the dormitory, with a thick white gauze wrapped around his chest, his eyelids half-drooped, quietly listening to everyone's discussion.
Tu Dan sighed silently in his heart and looked back, "... We will go in when Zhang Tianyang's injury is better. When we go, we can't go in all, leaving half of the people behind. If the food is half consumed, we haven't gotten out of the fog yet. Come out, and those left behind will take their food and go south along the Yangtze River... Let's find a shelter."
"Teacher Tu..."
"Teacher Tu, don't go..."
The eyes of a few girls were wet, and they were reluctantly pulling the corner of the teacher's clothes, and the boys were also red-eyed.
Tu Dan looked at the immature faces with mixed feelings in his heart, took their hands, and said word by word: "We must go to the fog, this is a clue that everyone has exchanged for their lives. I ask you, the game What's the first rule?"
The students choked: "Reject the game and become a doll!"
"Yes... Rejection, escaping, will only increase its ill will, without any help." Tu Dan looked at them, "We must go to the fog."