Bingxue's smart little mine had already been able to control the heat better by dinner time. Although he was still a little hectic, the two dishes and one soup presented in the end almost made the male students of Wusheng Class 1 burst into tears. I don’t know if he was inspired, but under the high-level performance of the small landmines, the technology of the rice week has also advanced by leaps and bounds. Not only is it no longer sandwiched, it can even be regarded as a Q bomb that is soft and waxy, and the grains are fragrant.
Sweet and sour pork tenderloin with a sweet and sour appetizer.
Salty and rich braised eggplant strips.
Clear winter melon and dried shrimp soup.
Served with a bowl of crystal clear white rice or chewy steamed buns—Under the bombardment of Mr. Luo, who loves noodles, Mi Zhou had to dig out a frozen steamed bun from the freezer and stuff them into the rice steamer to heat—Fu What can I ask for!
The eight people sat in a small circle around the food, and they were already fascinated by the aroma of the dishes without using their chopsticks. This aroma is not only from the finished product in front of you, but more from the cooking process, which wafts out from the stir-fry on a high fire, and it still hasn't dissipated until now, which strongly stimulates everyone's taste buds.
"If you're not going to make a speech or something, I'll just eat it?" Qiao Siqi, who swallowed an untold amount of saliva, couldn't bear it anymore, and several times the chopsticks in his hand were about to fly out to look for food.
Luo Geng took a big bite of the steamed bun, stretched out his chopsticks, and took away three eggplant sticks. Before the friends could blink, another chopstick picked up a large piece of tenderloin. The speed of his hands was beyond human limits.
Joskey's black line, he didn't need to ask!
With the great power of role models, no matter how impolite everyone is, sixteen chopsticks will be thrown up and down for a while, and we will have a great time eating.
Boom.
Halfway through the meal, everyone's speed has basically slowed down, and the cheeks can't bear it all the time, so in the back kitchen that gradually quieted down, the muffled sound became very clear.
All the friends holding the rice bowl froze.
Boom, boom.
Two more!
Song Fei got up suddenly, ran to the westernmost window, and quietly opened the gap in the blind to peek out.
He was ready to face the horror, but unexpectedly, there were no zombies outside the window, only a familiar white radish, tied to the end of a rope made of several plastic bags, and kissing their window as the rope swayed.
As night fell, the light from the shutters cast a strange halo around Bai Luobo in the darkness.
Song Fei's tense nerves relaxed, and he got into the blinds speechlessly, opened the window sash slightly, poked his head out quickly, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter—" Without waiting for an answer, he quickly retracted Close the window and lock it.
The above seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Look at the carrot!"
Through the window, the sound that wasn't loud at first became even more ethereal, but Song Fei kept his ears pressed against the crack of the window, and managed to catch it all. Immediately looking at the white fat radish again, only then did he realize that this note was stuffed between the plastic bag rope that tied the radish in the middle and the tied radish.
Song Fei opened the window for the second time, stretched out his arm to grab the radish and quickly took off the note. After re-locking the window, he exited the venetian blind and opened the small note with the help of the light, only to see that it was densely packed with words, first two The large, flying characters were crossed out again for some reason, and below them were clear and beautiful small characters—
[At the beginning of the lanterns, you can smell the fragrance, the fragrance is overflowing, and you are fascinated. I would like to exchange the purple bag for a few tastes, you will have icing on the cake, and I will miss my hometown. If the king agrees, tap on Luoshang lightly, and send charcoal in the snow, which will never be forgotten.]
Song Fei pondered for a moment, then held up the note, and tried hard to identify the large characters that had been drawn into black stripes that his own father almost didn't recognize, and finally recognized them one by one under the light. Of course, this is also related to the writer's own font style, which is extremely bold and unrestrained, and no amount of ferocious smearing can suppress its willful evil spirit——
[Whatever you cook, the smell is coming up from the exhaust, it's too fucking delicious]
"What are you looking at?"
The friends watched Song Fei stand at the window and opened and closed it, and now they looked at a strange note and asked questions naturally.
"Upstairs seems to smell our food, and I want to share some." Class 2 students' notes are not difficult to understand, but Song Fei has not figured out some details, so he casually perfunctory his friends without looking back. , Continue to look at the note.
The seven people exchanged glances, feeling a little delicate.
It stands to reason that the classmates discussed it, and it is understandable to share some. But after all, today is different from the past. You can ask for a little today, and you can ask for a little tomorrow. If you want it for a month or two, will you give it or not? And since you want something, you have to say something polite, one sentence smells good, please share with us, don't you think of yourself as an outsider too much
After hundreds of thousands of turns, Qi Yan found that Song Fei was still standing there, and said a little puzzled: "Just two sentences, don't need to look for so long."
"Who said just a few words?"
"..."
Song Fei walked over with a frown, and handed the note to Qi Yan: "There are a few serious sentences, very polite."
Qi Yan took the note and quickly browsed through it. Seeing that other students were also curiously moving, he simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "You can translate it."
As the most authoritative writer in Wusheng Class 1, Li Jingyu lived up to the expectations, murmured over and over again to the note, and spoke in a deep and soothing voice—
"In the evening when the lights were first on, a burst of fragrance awakened our confusion. The strong aroma of food, coming with the wind, made our hearts flutter and yearn for infinitely. I am willing to use our seaweed to wrap rice in exchange for a little bit of your leftovers Cold soup, let the exotic flavors add to your dinner. We can also miss home and hometown in the kind home-cooked dishes. If you agree, please tap the small window with radishes. We don’t care about the kindness of sending charcoal in the snow. memorable!"
Li Jingyu's ending sound dissipated in the empty back kitchen, and seven pairs of eyes slowly looked at Song Fei.
The latter spread his hands: "I told you earlier, I just wanted to ask us for some food."
The black line of all comrades in arms: "This is basically two letters to you!"
The students in Class 2 were not asking for nothing, they were planning to exchange food for food, and they didn't want to take advantage of it at all, not to mention the letter was written plainly. Thinking that these six students will continue to have a long and single exotic taste in the future, the comrades in class 1 suddenly felt infinite sympathy.
The application was bartered, and all the votes were approved. Song Fei plucked the radish and knocked on the window, and Lin Dilei divided the vegetables and soup there. Soon, the kimbap was hung up, and the home-cooked dishes were hung up. It was fair and reasonable, and the two were happy.
After closing the window, Song Fei walked back carrying the kimbap. Unexpectedly, he stepped on the snow water left by the snowball fight. He lost his center of gravity and fell forward to the ground!
bang.
Song Fei felt that his chest muscles were about to be knocked apart by the ground.
The kimbap was thrown away two meters away, but fortunately the bag was tied tightly and no serious consequences were caused.
Qiao Siqi hurriedly got up and came over... picked up the laver and rice.
Qi Yan passed Johns, went to Song Fei and knelt down to help him: "It's all right."
Song Fei bared his teeth in pain, and was about to howl a few words of sympathy when his eyes suddenly flashed. Pulling away Qi Yan's hand, Song Fei lay down on the ground and rubbed against the shelf next to him, put his face on the ground and looked at the gap under the shelf.
Qi Yan was puzzled, and just about to ask, Song Fei got up and ran to Zhou Lv's side, asking, "Where's your gun?"
Zhou Lv was drinking soup and almost spit it out. It took him a long time to realize that he was asking about the sushi gun. He hurriedly found the spear for this ancestor and handed it over.
Song Fei didn't talk nonsense, took the gun and ran to the storage rack to lie down again, stretched the slender metal rod into the gap, and swept it hard!
A black remote control was drawn out.
Qi Yan picked up the remote control, thought for a while, and a surprise flashed in his eyes: "The TV outside?"
Song Fei nodded vigorously: "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. Every meal time, they will be turned on miraculously. Usually it is either the Central News Station or the Central One. The TVs are hung on the high places of the load-bearing pillars. Unless you step on the table, ordinary students can only look up and watch from a distance, and are not allowed to reach out to play with them, let alone tune the TV.
Because most of the students dining in the restaurant will intentionally or unintentionally ignore this positive energy as much as possible, over time, they will integrate the TV and the wall in the spiritual space. Come to think of it, fuck, there is a TV in the cafeteria!
Everyone was excited, and the hearts that had been nearly ashamed by the disconnection of the internet, the signal, and the landline, rekindled the sparks of hope.
"Tell me," Song Fei tried to make his voice sound calm, "Will the country broadcast news or early warning on TV for such a large-scale and catastrophic virus infection?"
This is a delicate, even sensitive issue.
The friends didn't know how to answer for a moment. They are not angry youths, nor are they five cents, so they have no way to immediately and firmly say that they will definitely or will not.
"I think so." Song Fei asked and answered, with a persistent light in his eyes, "So I want to take a gamble."
The comrades in arms knew that he was going to rush out and turn on the TV in the lobby, risking their lives and betting on their country.
On the eighteenth day when the tide of corpses broke out before any rescue came.
"I'll go with you." Qi Yan said suddenly, "Information transparency is the first step in fighting this kind of group crisis, and I'll bet with you."
Song Fei looked at him in disbelief, his throat was a little dry, and after a long time, he said with difficulty: "What should I do if I lose the bet?"
Qi Yan thought about it seriously, and gave a firm answer: "Then I'll never let you go even if I'm a ghost."
Song Fei: "..."
"You two are living and dying, why don't you show us?" Lin Dilei inserted between the two of them angrily, "We didn't say no to gambling. But you can't do it, you have to be strategic!"
Five minutes later, a gap was gently opened at the back kitchen door that hadn't been opened since rushing in. The movement of the person who opened the door was extremely light and quiet, hardly making any sound. Behind the gap, a half-closed eye looked at the hall vigilantly.
Moonlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, covering the dark hall with a layer of obscurity. There was no sound in the hall, but there was a dangerous silence. The eyes behind the gap blinked frequently, and finally gradually adapted to the darkness. The next second, the owner of the eyes suddenly covered his mouth, suppressing the sound of gasping deep in his throat.
The hall is full of zombies!
They are chaotically crowded, and the huge number makes the whole hall look like a subway car in the morning rush hour. The expressionless faces glow blue and cold in the moonlight, and the slightly opened mouths seem to be waiting to be chewed all the time. eat prey.
The gap was quietly closed and the lock was locked. Song Fei leaned against the door and slid to the ground, feeling that his legs were still weak.
Zombies are not scary, but such a dense and terrifying scene is still very impactful, and those who do not have trysophobia may be hooked out of this disease.
"It's all in the lobby," Song Fei said incoherently, before continuing, "Didn't you see the zombies outside in the past two days? They all ran into the lobby."
Wang Qingyuan: "The whole hall?"
Song Fei: "It's full."
Friends, keep silent, don't look at it, just replace the spectacular scene of crowds of people queuing up for lunch in the cafeteria at noon on Monday and occasionally waiting for a seat with the zombie version from memory, and that's it.
"Can we continue?" Li Jingyu asked.
"Yes," Song Fei nodded, "the old way is to make a lot of noise."
Zhou Lv frowned: "If there are so many zombies, maybe we have to close the windows before we have attracted half of them, and you still can't rush out."
"There must be a way to attract zombies for a long time..." Song Fei muttered to himself, lost in thought.
The second floor of the cafeteria, the Korean kitchen.
Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how much have you eaten, and you still want to grab the last bite!"
Zhao He: "Kung fu in the world is only fast."
Fu Xiyuan: "Get lost."
Wu Zhou: "How can there be such a beautiful and virtuous girl? If any man can marry her, he will die happily in this life."
Feng Qibai: "I think our Huang Mo is also good."
He Zhi asked: "The height alone has already lost a lot."
Huang Mo: "Bring me the pen, and I'll write another application letter."
He Zhi asked: "I was wrong..."
"Squad 2, put the carrot—"
The sudden call broke the happy dinner time on the second floor.
The six people stared wide-eyed for a long time, and it was Zhao He and Huang Mo who stood up—the former had long arms and was responsible for retracting and releasing the carrot rope, while the latter was quick-witted and judged the situation at any time.
The raw radish was quickly put down, and quickly picked up as it was, except that there was an extra note on it.
Zhao He opened the note, there were a few words on it, concise and to the point, after reading it, his face turned green.
Seeing that something was wrong, Huang Mo stretched out his hand to take the note, and when he saw the end, he knew it.
The remaining four students are still waiting. Huang Mo didn't keep it secret, and directly announced the content of the note: "Class 1 wants to rush into the hall and turn on the TV to see if there is any outside news on the TV. We need our help."
Everyone became nervous: "How can I help?"
"Just sing from the window on the second floor to attract the zombies in the hall. There may be a risk of zombies climbing up, but according to observations in the past few days, the outer wall of the cafeteria is very slippery, so the risk is not great .”
"Then help me." Wu Zhou didn't even think about it, "It would be great if I could know the outside news."
The male students nodded together, not understanding why Zhao He was so resistant to such little effort.
Huang Mo sighed, originally wanted to pat Zhao He on the shoulder, but felt that the height was too troublesome, so he simply patted the opponent's lower back instead: "You can eat people with a short mouth, go up."
Zhao He snapped back the note, staring hard, wishing he could burn through the line of words on the paper with his eyes: "Singing is crazy enough to attract zombies, this alternate song list is simply insane!"
Huang Mo: "It's not about asking everyone to sing, just choose one we know how to sing."
Zhao He: "Every capital is shameful!"
Huang Mo: "Maybe they have difficulties."
Zhao He: "What's the problem? Can zombies still understand the lyrics? They come over when they sing this song, and they don't move when they sing another song?"
"That's not true." Huang Mo tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "I guess, Class 1 may think that these songs will bring them a greater success rate in this campaign."
Zhao He: "Use songs to set buffs?"
Huang Mo: "After all, you are pinning your hopes on the motherland. It's easy to understand when you think about it this way."
The other four were at a loss when they heard it. Feng Qibai took the note from Zhao He, didn't read anything else, and ran to the two rows of recommended songs at the end—"Chinese", "I Love You, China", "Chinese Taste", "Chinese Beauty"...
Half an hour later, Song Fei and Qi Yan, who were fully armed, opened the door again, and through the goggles, the time to adapt to the darkness was extended.
Finally, Qi Yan gave a thumbs up with his back turned.
Zhou Lv, standing in front of the westernmost window, immediately opened the window sash, picked up the radish that had been hanging down a few minutes ago, and tapped on the glass twice.
The moment the window was closed again, the radish was also shooed away.
In the next second, a lively and unrestrained chorus fluttered from the second floor—
"The Chinese fan is so handsome~~The Chinese fan is so handsome~~Yellow skin washed by the Yellow River~~This color will never change for five thousand years~~~"
The zombies in the hall suddenly became commotion!
First, he looked left and right, as if he couldn't tell the source of the sound for a while. But soon, the zombies in the area near the door ran out one after another. They may not be able to tell which direction the sound is coming from, but their instinct drives them to run outside!
The zombies in the hall gradually decreased.
Song Fei and Qi Yan were tense, not daring to relax for a moment.
Finally, the hall was empty, and there were four zombies left. I don't know whether they were not interested in singing, or their instinct to avoid the cold was stronger, but they still stood there dumbfounded.
Two of them are relatively close, both in the middle, and the other two are in the east and west halves respectively, which means that the fixed positions of the four zombies almost traverse the entire hall.
The students in class 2 sang few lines in tune, because they almost shouted, and their voices were so loud that 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, before the latter agreed, he just walked out!
Outside the door of the back kitchen is the vegetable-making area. On weekdays, the vegetable-making aunts stand in this wide area to cook vegetables for the students, and what separates this area from the dining area is only a half-person-high glass railing!
Qi Yan ran to the center of the cooking area in one breath. For safety, he and Song Fei had already applied toilet water. He didn't want to lure the enemy now, so he could only keep silent, jumping vigorously while waving his arms vigorously.
Although the light was very dim, the zombies on the easternmost side still found him. Perhaps because they couldn't see clearly or smell him clearly, they were not excited, but just wobbled towards this side.
The actions of the zombies on the east side attracted the attention of the two zombies in the middle. The latter two turned around hesitantly. When they saw a living person who seemed to be showing their teeth and claws, they instinctively howled and walked over there.
The howling was not as intense as it used to be, but it was still clearly heard in the silent and empty hall. Song Fei wasn't sure if the zombies had a language to communicate with, or if they would be more sensitive to the howls of the same kind, but he only knew that the more they dragged on for a minute, the higher the risk factor.
His eyes fixed on the TV set closest to him, and then he looked at the zombie who was about seven or eight meters away from the TV, and who had already started to turn around in the direction of Qi Yan.
The author has something to say: Songs in this chapter. "Chinese Style" - Jiuyue Miracle