Why ecstatic? I thought that the hope of being smashed to pieces along with the zombies who fell from the building reappeared in the depths of the locker.
What is a bolt from the blue? When I pinched the plug and was about to look for the jack, I realized it belatedly, fuck it, there is no power.
"Well, is the power bank okay?"
"You, say, what?"
Song Fei pursed his mouth, and gave Qi Yan a blank look full of resentment, he just wanted to liven up the awkward atmosphere, so why not be so serious!
Qi Yan's lips were pursed into a straight line, which looked heavier in the dim light of the flashlight.
After a little thought, He Zhiwen gently put down the tape recorder, let its back face up, stroked the bottom edge with his hands and groped all the way, and finally stopped at the last third: "Sure enough."
Before Song Fei had time to ask what it was, he heard a click, and a delicate half-arc button was opened under He Zhiwen's hands.
Song Fei had never used such a tape recorder, but the principle of electrical products is common, so he immediately recognized that it was the place to put the dry batteries. It’s just different from the AA or AA batteries used in common remote controls, wireless mice, etc. The vacated battery space is much larger, which is very similar to the battery space of the old-fashioned flashlights I saw at home when I was a child: “No. Battery?"
He Zhiwen nodded, affirmed his guess, and accurately reported the demand: "Four quarters."
Song Fei was worried, let alone four sessions, one session was enough for them to have a headache: "Who still uses AA batteries now?"
He Zhi asked: "Uh... us."
Song Fei 囧, looked at He Zhi who silently raised his hand, dumbfounded, and asked: "I have you!"
"But in the experimental material library on the sixth floor, can we go back downstairs to get it?"
"What can't you do?" Qi Yan slowly raised his eyes. If you don’t know where to look for the battery, it may be a problem, but now that the coordinates are confirmed, there is nothing that can stop the yearning for the outside world. “We have found the most difficult radio to find, and four batteries can’t handle it?”
The comrade-in-arms' eyes are so confident and firm, and the slightly raised corners of the mouth are so calm and calm, which makes He Zhiwen have the illusion of stepping into a movie in a trance: "Brother Qi, just smile like this, I feel like I am talking to Tom Ke Russ fought side by side."
"Mission Impossible doesn't fight monsters, and Tomb Raider is about the same." Qi Yan said with a slight smile, and greeted BF affectionately, "Angelina Jolie, pack up and go."
Song Fei replied with flirtatious flying eyes: "Right now your hair is still a little short, you can make do with it first, and I will braid it when it grows longer. I promise to make you want to die."
Qi Yan: "You underestimate yourself too much. Even if you have Zhao He's hairstyle, I can still ascend."
Song Fei: "Does Zhao He have a hairstyle?"
Qi Yan: "You can't insult him just because he's not around."
Song Fei: "Looks like you started first."
Qi Yan: "...it seems to be."
Song Fei: "Hey hey."
Qi Yan: "But having said that, Zhao He's looks don't need a hairstyle."
Song Fei: "Yes, it's a pity that it's straight."
Qi Yan: "Well, what a pity."
Why did these two people break up because of their disagreement? He Zhiwen was puzzled when he thought of the love history that Song Fei gave him popular science. In his opinion, there is no third person in this world who can match any of these two people who are flirting with each other in front of you. In this way, no matter when the relationship breaks down or when the sweetness is mixed, the two people who are frantic and hate, should belong to each other, and can only belong to each other.
Why
For no reason, just for world peace.
Showing affection did not delay the pre-war preparations. When He Zhiwen was still immersed in the infinite sigh of "Yuelao really knows how to match", the two comrades in arms had already packed up and were ready to open the way.
He Zhiwen was startled, he fumbled for a dagger, and got up from the ground: "Wait for me!"
The two comrades who were about to open the door turned around in doubt: "What are you doing?"
He Zhiwen took it for granted, "Let's go together."
Song Fei sighed, pinched his fleshy face: "Wait here obediently, be obedient."
He Zhiwen always felt that ever since Song Fei pinched his face, his status was in danger of slipping from a comrade-in-arms to a cute pet, so he pulled Song Fei's paw away unhappily: "You two go out to take risks, I don't care if I hide here If you don’t do it, am I still human!”
Song Fei took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
Qi Yan turned his head slightly and looked out of the window, knowing that the routine was coming.
"The two of us went out to fight, do you think you are not fighting here? On the contrary, you have to stick to the tape recorder here! In other words, this is the most important and dangerous front." Song Fei said clearly and clearly Without losing unity and friendship, there is a bit of sternness in the gentleness, and there is a little tenderness hidden in the sternness. At first glance, there is a needle hidden in the cotton, and the words are earnest and sincere, "Imagine, if you go with us, you find the battery, but when you come back, you find that the tape recorder is gone." Now, what's the point of our bloody battle?"
He Zhi asked: "I..."
Song Fei: "Think about it again, if there is someone else in the building, and he doesn't want to share outside information with us, then if we come out with all our strength, wouldn't he just benefit from it?"
He Zhi asked: "Can..."
Song Fei: "Imagine it again, there is such a persistent teacher outside the window, if it knows that we have taken its treasure, wouldn't it be possible to climb in through the window again?"
He Zhi asked, "I'll stay!"
Song Fei: "Really?"
He Zhi asked: "Well. But let me be honest, I don't particularly like the scene you imagined last..."
But who knows if he shouldn't go any further, Song Fei will come up with some crazy plans!
What should I do if I have a boyfriend who is full of tricks
Qi Yan's way of expressing love is to give the other party maximum freedom, let him go and play tricks on others to his heart's content.
Watching the two comrades sneak into the moonlit and cold corridor with the wind, all the messy thoughts before disappeared. When the door was closed and locked, He Zhiwen only had two thoughts in his mind—the comrades in arms would definitely come back and defend the tape recorder to the death.
The former makes him feel at ease in trust.
The latter gave him courage in firmness.
The empty window without glass, the whistling wind pours into the house. He Zhiwen got up and walked to the window, probed out and looked around, and it took a long time to confirm that the surroundings were safe. Let alone wanting to climb from downstairs to the twelfth floor, even if you want to climb over from the next door, the smooth building has no fulcrum to grasp or step on.
When he retracted his head, his face was already flushed by the wind, but He Zhiwen's heart was not cold, not only not cold, but also burning, as if there was a surge of hot blood. It is not an exaggeration to say that if there is a need for a friend now, he can go shirtless and say let's go, let's go and do it in a hurry.
This was simply unimaginable before.
He Zhiwen has been a well-behaved student in the eyes of his teachers and a nerd in the eyes of his classmates since he was a child. Not only has he never held hands with female classmates since kindergarten, but he has never fought with classmates of any gender. In fact, in kindergarten, someone else beat him, and he just cried.
When I arrived at university, although I got along well with my classmates and roommates, there was always a subtle alienation in this harmony. There was a time when the dormitory closed the door to drink, and a roommate got drunk and uttered the truth after drinking, saying that you can't tell me what you are asking. He Zhiwen didn't know what it means to be transparent and what it is not to be transparent. He only knew that these people would not stab him, and he would not go through fire and water for them.
Besides, who doesn't put morality and righteousness on both sides these days, and the word "benefit" in the middle. Just those three roommates who drink and eat meat together every day, if you tell them one day, there will be a postgraduate quota selected from the three of you, you can see who you choose. Will the three of them tear it up? how is this possible.
So is the virus outbreak the turning point
He Zhiwen recalled it carefully, and it seemed that he was not.
A week ago, he couldn't bear the hunger, and when he rushed out of the dormitory with a large army, he didn't even care who he was with. It wasn't until they rushed to the second floor of the cafeteria and found that there were only a few partners left around, that the six of them nodded and formed a temporary refuge team.
The six people stayed under one roof, seemingly relying on each other, but in fact they didn't have a deep relationship. They were just forced to get together and happened to be isolated and helpless. Even if Zhao He, Fu Xiyuan, and Wu Zhou originally belonged to the same academy, their relationship was limited to familiarity, not intimacy.
Then within two days, a group of strange classmates broke in downstairs.
And then everything started to go wrong.
When he proposed to join forces with Squad 1 to find the radio, his idea was very straightforward—to borrow the combat power of Squad 1 to increase the safety index and improve the success rate.
Because the motive was too obvious, they didn't hide it, they just changed it to a better way of saying it.
But Class 1 didn't say a word, the decision couldn't have been faster, summed up in four words - let's do it!
And then they did it.
The eight-member squad that joined together temporarily went on the road ignorantly, rushing up when encountering danger, and stabbing zombies when encountering them. It seems that this is not the reality that you can die at any time, but a stand-alone game with a hundred lives that allows you to resurrect at will.
How can we communicate? He Zhiwen understood now. That is, in a relationship, there must first be a fool who gives without regard for rewards, and then another person who thinks he is smart will hesitate to take the first step, the second step, until finally he becomes a fool himself.
He met four such fools in one go. No, according to the theory of dividing people into groups, it might be eight, and by visual inspection, most of their Class 2 has been transformed. Not to mention, let’s talk about whether the two from Yixinlou ran back to the cafeteria or not. Zhao He is obviously already rushing towards the road of no return where anyone is more stupid than the other.
If the school now says that there is a postgraduate quota that will come from two of your martial arts classes, you can choose it. He Zhiwen thinks about it, and the result is probably that everyone will draw lots together. And student Song will definitely speak plausibly, luck is also a kind of comprehensive quality.
The moon was covered by a sudden cloud, and the office was instantly darkened, completely dark, deep and depressing.
He Zhiwen was unmoved. He embraced the tape recorder, leaned against the corner of the wall and closed his eyes, his heart was bright. He didn't know when Song Fei and Qi Yan would come back, but he knew they would.
The moonlight dimmed and then brightened, the wind stopped and rose again, and heavy and stiff footsteps could be heard in the corridor from time to time. In such a night, every minute and every second felt like years, but He Zhiwen just hugged the radio and waited quietly for four hours.
Until, a ping-pong ball jumped across the corridor in front of the door.