Zombie University

Chapter 38: Bluetooth messaging

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At some point, the moon struggled out of the thick dark clouds with a few traces of brightness, and the swirling snowflakes brought a little shimmer.

Song Fei withdrew his gaze from the window, but his new partner in the back kitchen was still depressed and silent, which made people very uncomfortable. They sat close to the ground, or leaned against the desk, or leaned against the corner of the wall, or sat in front of or beside them, their clothes were stained with dusty soil, rubbed with dark red blood, and even after they were washed, they couldn't hide their blood. The tired faces and the fear hidden in the depths of their eyes all told of their thrilling journey.

Zhao He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket irritably, and Song Fei snatched one without waiting. He looked puzzled, and his brows were frowned higher than the mountains: "What are you doing?"

"You have to quit sooner or later, not before it's too late."

Did Zhao He understand: "Why do you want to quit?"

Song Fei thought for a while, and said very seriously: "Actually, I have no say in this matter. I suggest you communicate with Johns."

The sudden foreign name made student Zhao a little confused: "There are still foreign students in your class?"

Song Fei was embarrassed, and quickly explained: "No, no, compatriots."

Zhao He's black line, he didn't know where to complain: "It's this time, can we stop pretending?"

Song Fei was also wronged, he didn't produce an English name, he was just Qiao Siqi's porter!

Seeing that the communication between these two people was hindered, He Zhiwen, a student from the School of Physics who had been listening for a long time without waiting for the substantive content, couldn't help it, and Hanhan said, "That, Song Fei?"

"Well," Song Fei resolutely gave up entanglement with Zhao He, and looked at the amiable classmate He, "What?"

"I just heard you call Wusheng Class 1 to the people below, are you majoring in Peking Opera at the Academy of Art?" He Zhi asked Yuanyuan's innocent and innocent eyes behind the glasses.

Song Fei: "..."

Feng Qibai raised his forehead, feeling absolutely hopeless: "I know that our school's majors are rather messy, but Peking Opera, there really isn't one."

"We are not in the same courtyard." Lin Dilei couldn't laugh or cry, and explained to Song Fei, "We have a total of eight people, just like you, we also got together when we were fleeing for our lives. There are any courtyards."

He Zhi asked: "Then Class 1 Wusheng..."

Lin Dilei: "We named it ourselves. I feel like this is a collective. It is safer and more practical, and the strength of unity is great."

He Zhi asked: "Well, Wu Sheng sounds like he has strong fighting power, which is great!"

Song Fei interjected: "No, our full name is Mighty and Unyielding Survival Class 1!"

He Zhi asked: "..."

Lin Dilei: "We still have Banhu!"

He Zhi asked, "Huh?"

Lin Dilei: "Get ready!"

Song and Lin: "Mighty and Unyielding Survival 1, all demons and monsters will return to the West!!!"

He Zhi asked, "...thank you, I have no more questions."

He Zhiwen asked the students to take a break from internal injuries, but the friends downstairs were shocked by the class call sign and their nerves were tense—

Qi Yan: "What's wrong?!"

Song Fei was embarrassed, and quickly responded loudly: "It's okay!"

Qi Yan broke down: "It's nothing, what are you yelling—"

Song Fei was furious: "I'm showing them the demeanor of our class!"

Qi Yan's black line: "..."

Soon Wang Qingyuan's voice drifted up faintly: "It's okay to show, pay attention to the scale, and don't attract hatred."

"..." Looking around at the new partners, Song Fei always felt that it was already a bit late.

As if Lin Dilei suddenly remembered something, she quickly got up and ran to open the window. Song Fei was frightened into a cold sweat, thinking that a zombie had climbed up. But Lin Dilei behind the window was not fighting, but looking down, and then quickly shouted to the comrades downstairs: "Stop shouting, the zombies have already gathered!"

Song Fei realized that their yelling and communicating like this would inevitably attract zombies, just like talking too loudly in the dormitory back then would get knocked on the door. The back kitchen on the second floor is fine, but the windows of the back kitchen on the first floor can be turned in by standing on the ground. Even if it is a tempered glass curtain wall window with a lock, it is better not to provoke zombies as much as possible.

The little friends who have experienced many battles at the bottom instantly understood. They didn't open the window at first, they just stood in the room and shouted to the top, just to guard against zombies, but now it seems that there is really no impenetrable wall in the world, and shouting in the house is the same. For the long term.

Venetian blinds were installed on the windows of the kitchen. Seeing zombies rushing over excitedly, Luo Geng and Zhou Yi hurriedly put down the blinds and adjusted them to a fully closed state, so that the zombies could no longer see the back kitchen. within. To some extent, the lack of visual stimulation will make their urge to hunt much less.

When the venetian blinds were put down, the other comrades-in-arms had already retreated a little away from the windows in a tacit understanding-after blocking the vision, try to keep the smell away from the possible gaps in the windows. So the two of them who finished covering naturally grabbed Qi Yan who was the only one who was still standing there, trying to bring him in sideways.

In the end, he pulled it, but Qi Yan didn't move.

The two were stunned, and Qiao Siqi on the other end understood it immediately, and persuaded him carelessly: "Don't worry, you listen to their liveliness, the students upstairs must be very friendly."

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

Qiao Siqi didn't expect that it was classmate Wang who sang against him, so he was upset at the moment: "Then what's your opinion?"

Wang Qingyuan said indifferently: "The one who can listen to the two of them seriously can't just be friendly, it should be called silly Baitian."

Qiao Siqi: "... from now on, if there are friendly troops, please reveal your identity first!"

Qi Yan was disturbed even more by the two of them, and said in a deep voice: "Even if it is friendly, you have to know the environment, how many people are there, and whether the doors and windows are safe. After all, in the current situation, who will do what? No one can tell."

The comrades-in-arms were silent, no one could refute this.

After a long while, Li Jingyu said weakly: "You can't call now, the phone has no signal and no network, even if you want to ask about the situation, there is nothing you can do."

Qi Yan pursed his lips, frowned and lost himself in thought.

The comrades-in-arms looked at each other helplessly—

[Zhou Lu: True love, but the heart will not die until the Yellow River.]

[Josi Qi: I don’t shed tears when I see the coffin.]

[Luo Geng: If you don't hit the south wall, you won't look back.]

[Li Jingyu: If you don't go to the Great Wall, you are not a hero.]

[Josi Qi: Song Fei's nickname is Great Wall?]

[Wang Qingyuan: ...]

Is there any comrade-in-arms who doesn’t drive? If so, student Wang from the School of History wants seven, copy and paste and replace them in one go!

"Song Fei—"

Qi, who was thinking hard, finally had a flash of inspiration and let out a roar that shook the sky.

The comrades were taken aback, and the eye contact was interrupted. Song's helpless response quickly came from upstairs: "What are you doing—"

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

The friends were all in admiration - whoever said that people in love are fools, bah, that would be crazy!

Song Fei on the second floor of the cafeteria froze for a moment before realizing what Qi Yan meant, that he was about to communicate with his mobile phone. But the question is, can Bluetooth be connected across a floor? Song Fei really didn't have much confidence.

But the first floor spoke, presumably it was an organizational decision made by the class collective, the starting point must still be worrying about him and Lin Dilei, Song Fei thought so simply, took out his phone and turned on the bluetooth.

The ideal really got hit by the reality.

The search area is blank, and there is nothing there.

Song Fei kept refreshing and refreshing, but still couldn't find it, and was so anxious that he almost dropped his phone. That's how things are, if you don't do it, it's fine, and reason will tell you that it can't be done at all, but if you do it with the mentality of "maybe it's possible", you won't be able to do it.

Song Feiteng stood up and began to run around the back kitchen, trying to find the thinner part of the floor.

The little friend in the back couldn't stand it anymore, and Feng Qibai took out his mobile phone directly: "Isn't it just Bluetooth, I turned it on to match with you, you can search it, the name is Northwest Michelangelo."

Song Fei: "..."

The failure of the pairing was a very heavy blow to Qi Yan, but it was true that he couldn't match up across the floor. Afterwards, Song Fei fell silent, and he was honest. Sighing helplessly, he began to roll up his sleeves and start cleaning the kitchen.

When the tide of corpses broke out, lunch was being prepared here. Some dishes that were not afraid of the cold had already been prepared and placed in large square plates, neatly stacked on the counter, while more dishes were still in the pot. There is a large stove with more than a dozen large stoves, each of which has a large pot, and the pot contains semi-finished products. Some stir-frying shovels are thrown in the pot at will, and some shovels are dropped on the ground. There are also a few who can't find the shovel at all. I don't know if they were used as weapons by the chefs at that time.

The heating in the back kitchen also relies on radiators, and the room is now gloomy and cold. Even so, these dishes are still rotten, rotten, and moldy, and together with the corpses of zombies strewn about on the ground, they have a disgusting smell. If the kitchen space on the first floor was not large enough, they would have choked to death when they rushed in.

Whether it was fighting before or rescuing comrades in the trees or on the roof, the nerves were highly tense, and I didn't feel it yet. Now I calm down, I feel sick. So as soon as Qi Yan made a move, the little friends also moved, pulling a large plastic empty bucket from the corner, and pouring out the messy things in the pot. Finally, cover several swill buckets, cover them with big black plastic bags and push them to the farthest corner, then wash and brush the pots and pans, and mop the blood-stained ground. For a while, the sound of water splashing from the faucet can be heard endlessly, and there is a scene of labor that dares to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky.

While the friends on the first floor were sweating profusely, the second floor was subtly silent. Don't look at Song's not connected to Bluetooth, but he was inspired by it. In line with the principle of letting the friends downstairs understand the current situation and feel at ease about himself despite all difficulties, he began to type in the memo with his mobile phone.

But he didn't concentrate on editing. Instead, he typed a few words for a while, and looked at his new partner for a while, and the cycle went on and on, as if he was not typing on the phone, but drawing sketches for Zhao He and the others with his thumbs. In the end, the six people were looked at with hair straight, and instinctively sat together, absorbing each other's warmth.

Fu Xiyuan: "What is he doing?"

Wu Zhou: "It looks like typing."

Zhao He: "Just type well, why don't you stare at us?"

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

Feng Qibai: "I can't connect to my phone, how do I report it?"

He Zhi asked: "Have you already figured out a way, you can see that he has a well-thought-out plan."

"Hey." The person being slandered suddenly called out to them, "What's the name of your class?"

The six people stared wide-eyed and did not understand: "Huh?"

Lin Dilei smiled, probably understood Song Fei's meaning, and helped to explain: "We are called Mighty and Unyielding Survival Class 1, you should also choose a name. It must be a great fate to be able to rush out of the dormitory and gather here. Once you have a class and you don’t have to do it alone, believe me, it feels great.”

Song Fei once again asked the friends on the first floor to go to the east to attract zombies, and when he and Qi Yan opened the window on the west and stretched out their mobile phones to connect to Bluetooth, the sanitation work on the first floor was almost done, and Qi Yan was just squatting in the swill In front of the corpse of the zombie next to the barrel, Song Fei was about to start research, but Song Fei's voice scared him so much that he almost threw himself on the corpse.

Qiao Siqi, Zhou Lu and Luo Geng were bored, so they volunteered to go to the east end, and opened the window to have a deeply emotional sex. Qi Yan waited patiently, looked at the timing, quickly opened the window, stretched out his arms and completed the pairing with Song Fei as quickly as possible. Li Jingyu was terrified watching the whole process, and he didn't dare to speak out. He could only silently hope that Qi Yan would not shake his hands, after all, he had only bought his mobile phone for less than two months.

After finally receiving a complete picture, Qi Yan quickly closed the window and got out from the venetian blind. The trio on the other end had already closed the window first, because the zombies gathered faster than they expected. Fortunately, the information transfer was successfully completed.

It was a screenshot of a densely written memo. The six heads of Wusheng Class 1 got together and shared the recent situation of Song Fei and Lin Dilei—

[All comrades-in-arms, see the words as you see them. My little mine and I are now on top of your heads, everything is fine. This is the special window kitchen of Korean food. The space is not big, but it has been cleaned up. There are many stone pots, seaweed sheets, cold noodles, rice, vacuum-packed rice cakes, pickled radishes, spicy cabbage, etc. Don't worry about our dinner. There were six people on the other side, who escaped from the dormitory yesterday and survived here. They are united and friendly, and treat us like a spring breeze. I also tell them about our experience, and exchange my sincerity for a smile. After dawn tomorrow, the two of us will return to the team as soon as possible, don't worry. PS. They were unwilling to name the class, so I replaced it with Mighty and Unyielding Survival Class 2. The class members are as follows: Zhao He (Guang Shuai!) from the Department of Sports and Sports, Fu Xiyuan (Simple) from the Department of Social Sports, Wu Zhou (Sunshine) from the Department of Social Sports ), He Zhiwen from the Department of Physics (honest), Feng Qibai from the Department of Sculpture (lively), and Huang Mo from the Department of Psychology (female half fairy?).]

The six comrades were completely relieved when they saw the end. Although he didn't say anything, in fact, in the current situation, every time he meets a group of people, he will feel more or less murmured in his heart. They don't harm others, but they can't be defenseless either. But looking at Song Fei's state in the screenshots, not to mention feeling at home, they are more or less relieved. Even if we take a step back, Song Fei can't see people correctly, these six are all villains, eight against six, they are not powerless to fight back.

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

Luo Geng: "It's really interesting."

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

Zhou Lu: "Where's the exclamation mark?"

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

The five pairs of eyes looked at Qi Yan at the same time, and the latter pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Who is more handsome—"

Song's response quickly came from above: "It's almost—"

Qi Yan: "How much difference is it?"

Song Fei: "Just a little bit, he is already the closest to your handsomeness I have ever seen! Hey, didn't you stop shouting!"

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

The four little friends watched Qi Yan change from expressionless to expressionless with trembling mouth muscles suppressing a happy smile, and they couldn't think of any other words to complain about such childishness. Only Qiao Siqi didn't think it was a kind of childishness, or it didn't matter to him whether he was childish or not—

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

Opinions were different downstairs, and the upstairs also looked at each other. They are not as good as Wusheng class 1. Anyway, class 1 read the letter, and there is no obstacle in understanding the subsequent derivative dialogue, but class 2 didn't see the screenshot from the beginning to the end. They only know that Song Fei wrote about the situation on the second floor. , so he was at a loss as to whether he was handsome or not in the next conversation.

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