Song Fei leaned into Huang Mo's ear and briefly recounted what Ding Shiyuan asked. He kept his voice very low, and with the cover of the radio broadcast, the twenty-nine people on the opposite side could barely hear a single word.
But even so, he was still worried. While talking, he glanced at the uninvited guests from the corner of his eye, for fear that someone would rush out to make trouble in the middle of the speech.
After the report was over, Huang Mo nodded to express his understanding.
Huang Mo had an idea in his mind, and Song Fei's heart fell to the ground. When he saw the uninvited guests, he didn't look out of the corner of his eye, but turned his face directly to them, face to face, open and aboveboard.
"Hey, that triangular-eyed person, why do you always sneak peeks at me? It's good that I didn't settle the score with you for smashing the freezer. How dare you be dissatisfied with seven or eight!"
"Ah?" The triangular-eyed classmate who was caught was stunned, "What freezer?" He was just curious about what these two people were muttering, and unconsciously took a second look. Why did a freezer appear out of nowhere
Song Fei looked disgusted: "Don't pretend, Qiao Siqi has already identified it, you are the one who smashed the glass freezer!"
"How is it possible?" The astonishment and innocence in the eyes of the triangular-eyed student were so sincere, "I have no impression at all..."
"Ha," Song Fei snorted, "Then what impression do you have?"
"I just remember running outside the dormitory, and then I was already here listening to the radio, really."
"..." I've seen Song Fei throwing pots a lot, but it's the first time I've seen such a simple and rude one.
This amnesiac classmate, you win!
"Hey, you have big arms and round waist, I can recognize the back of your head even if you lower your head to the ground. It was you who poked me just now, I will remember it for you."
The stout classmate, who was trying to hide in the crowd, was provoked by this false accusation: "Fuck, I didn't fucking stab it!"
Song Fei raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes: "You still want to poke it?!"
The male student's aura instantly weakened in a guilty conscience, and he didn't realize that he was a bit hunched over, but he still mumbled: "I didn't know why I had a knife at the time, my brain was blank, but then I really stabbed down. His hands trembled, or did you think he would have a chance to block it with the flour sack?"
"That's the point. You ruined that flour all over the place. Can you still eat it? It's more unforgivable than asking He Zhi!"
"Song Fei..." Student He's gentle call came from not far away.
"Ah," Song Fei shivered, turning his head weakly to look at each other, "Xiao He, hehe, you're here too."
"That's right," He Zhi asked, spreading his hands and smiling, "This is really a sad story."
"Well, you, sit down!" Shrinking his neck, Song Fei ended this dangerous topic.
The hulking male student sat down in confusion, continuing to struggle with the balance between flour and human life. Successive encounters have basically destroyed his value system, and it was slightly rebuilt when he listened to the radio just now, but now it was disturbed by Song Feiyi and collapsed into ruins again.
Huang Mo couldn't help tugging on Song Fei's sleeve with a smile: "That's it."
Song Fei waited for a long time before sitting down, feeling a little unfinished, and muttered to Huang Mo in a low voice: "Don't scare me, I'm always worried."
"It shouldn't be a big problem at this stage."
Song Fei knew that the lighter Huang Mo's tone was, the more confident he was, but: "At this stage?"
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded lightly: "Well, there is food and news."
"Eatable... will always be finished." The reality that no one wants to face, even an optimist like Song Fei, is also very difficult to say.
Huang Mo smiled helplessly: "Then we can only watch it on that day."
That's right, in the current situation, if you can live well in the future, you will be lucky. As for the future, let's take it one step at a time.
Song Fei shook his head, successfully throwing away his gloomy outlook on the future, but in the end brought back the unbearable memories of the past: "You said, if we met Yu Zisheng and the others in the supermarket, we could have a fight like today, yes It’s not that things will be different after that.”
"There is no such if." Huang Mo looked at Song Fei softly, "As long as Yu Zisheng doesn't do it first, you will never be able to fight your classmates. And let's take a step back, there were only six of you at that time. The fighting experience is far less than what it is now, if you really fight, you will be outnumbered and you will die."
"So it's right to leave the supermarket," Song Fei showed his big white teeth, "We have a chance to become who we are now."
Huang Mo smiled: "Well, reborn, fighting against Buddha."
Looking at the twenty-nine uninvited guests again, Song Fei felt that it was necessary to let them know: "I'm telling you, no one should think about it again, we are no longer just using fruit knives, pocket knives, utility knives, Swiss knives, scissors, sushi Gun, Korean style chopsticks, gossip fan, military body punching zombie's soft and waxy little white rabbit!"
Twenty-nine students: "..."
How fucking soft is this! ! !
It was time to report, it was time to intimidate, and Song Fei retired.
"Oh yes," Huang Mo stopped him who was about to get up, and said the last sentence, "Tell Johns, everyone is sick, so don't always worry about the frontline battle."
Song Feile made a sound, knowing that Huang Mo was talking about the fact that Qiao Tong had not forgotten the killer in the freezer while he was ill: "Okay, I will persuade you."
Saying goodbye to Huang Mo, Song Fei went around the entire back kitchen like a bee, passed on the information he got from Ding Shiyuan to his friends from all over the world, and finally returned to Qi Yan's side.
But even if he fell back, he still checked the condition of the three sick comrades first, and then lifted up his clothes with a grin, asking Qi Yan to help him look at the needle holes on his back.
"Is it over?" Qi Yan never took his eyes off Song Fei, feeling distressed and tired, and finally became depressed.
"I have to stabilize the fruits of victory."
"Is it stable now?"
"Absolutely stable. I can guarantee that our image of fancy death squads has left an indelible shadow in their hearts—it hurts, big brother!!!"
"Not handsome anymore?"
"Handsome guy hurts too! What did you wipe for me!"
"Alcohol."
"You even brought back alcohol... no, I really feel like concentrated sulfuric acid!"
"The needle is too thick, and the eye of the needle is too big, and if the alcohol flows into it, it will inevitably sting."
"Do you have to use such a cruel tone to give such a cruel and detailed description..." Song Fei burst into tears, "I'm already unlucky enough tonight, I hit the glass and got stabbed, who can be worse than me!"
Qi Yan sighed, gently helped him put down his clothes, and embraced him from behind, both gentle and helpless: "When you do anything in the future, can you not be impulsive, think more, don't think twice, just think about it .”
This is not the first time Qi Yan said that he was frizzy, but it was indeed the time when his tone was the gentlest, his posture was the lowest, and his hug was the warmest.
Song Fei's thorns softened into noodles, and his bad temper turned into a puddle of water.
"Don't be impulsive, think more," Song Fei murmured softly, "Like you?"
Qi Yan always felt that something was wrong, but couldn't find it for a while, so he could only respond cautiously: "Yes."
Song Fei turned his head, raised his eyebrows lightly, and smiled maliciously: "I'm like you, why do I need you?"
"..." He knew there was a hole in it!
It is rare for Qi Yan and Song Fei to have such a "happy" time.
However, good things are always as short-lived as a fleeting moment.
"Qi Yan..." Qiao, one of the three sick friends and the most energetic student from the beginning to the end, called out weakly.
Maintaining the posture of embracing BF, Qi Yan frowned and looked at the comrade lying beside him: "Why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"
Qiao Siqi took a mouthful of old blood, and suddenly felt that his condition was getting worse: "I don't know... I'm getting more and more sleepy and confused, but I just can't sleep... Am I going to die..."
Song Fei broke away from Qi Yan, and quickly went to Qiao Siqi's side to comfort him: "It's normal to feel sleepy after taking medicine. What you have to do now is not to think about anything until dawn. Believe me, when the sun comes out tomorrow, you will It's alive and well!"
"Really?" Qiao Siqi trembled violently with a crying voice, and he could hear that he was genuinely afraid.
Song Fei took a deep breath, saying word by word, "Really."
Qiao Siqi: "Uh, I don't believe it..."
"..." If it weren't for the serious illness, this kind of comrade-in-arms who is full of flaws from head to toe would have no reason to escape the fat beating at all! ! !
"If you really think it's not enough," Qi Yan said suddenly, "hang a hanging bottle."
Josh was stunned.
Song Fei was also a little confused: "You also brought back the infusion bottle?"
Qi Yan nodded, and at the same time took Qiao Siqi's hand, and began to rub the blood vessels on the back of his hand.
Qiao Siqi even forgot to cry, and asked tremblingly, "You, you know how to infuse?"
"No," Qi Yan didn't even think about it, "but I've never eaten pork, I've seen pigs run away. Let's look for veins and blood vessels. At first, you may not be able to grasp the force and it is easy to pierce the wall of the blood vessel. Once, as long as there is blood backflow in the infusion tube, it proves that it is stuck in a blood vessel."
"..."
"But why can't you see the blood vessels clearly on the back of your hand?"
"Could it be that your skills are not..."
"Forget about the back of the hand, let's change the wrist. The skin here is the thinnest, and the blood vessels can be seen most clearly. When the infusion needle is poked in, you can see the needle clearly through the skin, so those who commit suicide like to cut their wrists..."
"Brother Qi!" Qiao Siqi suddenly called out angrily, with all his strength, he withdrew his hand from Qi Yan's claws, and hid it deeply in the blanket, "The medicine you brought back seems to be working, I am not so cold anymore Now, my physical strength has returned a bit, and I feel like I can live another five hundred years!"
Qi Yan nodded approvingly: "Come on."
Qiao Siqi closed his eyes forcefully: "Good night!"
Qi Yan didn't bring back any infusion bottle at all, Song Fei only realized it after Qiao Siqi started snoring.
Qi Yan learned badly, and slipped into the abyss of shamelessness little by little under his nose. Song Fei didn't know whether to mourn the passing of an upright young man, or welcome the arrival of Song Fei No. 2 with joy.
But the problem is that he didn't let Qi Yan learn from him!
Those who want to be imitated, such as Qi Yan asking him to think more about things, will always fail.
Those who don't want people to learn, such as the "sparkling spots" in him, Qi Yan can learn by himself without a teacher.
The old saying is indeed true-it is not easy to learn, but it is easy to learn badly!
Da da da…
bang...
"what… "
thump...
The thief wind that sneaked in from nowhere brought the mess and noise along.
The sound was so far away that it didn't sound very realistic.
But all the sober people in the back kitchen heard it, and the softer the voice, the more people's heart hangs up.
At first the friends looked through the gaps in the shutters, but found nothing.
Fortunately, when Class 1 of Wusheng first came to the cafeteria, the rope left by Song Fei and Xiao Lei, who accidentally broke into the roof, was still there. Although the end only stayed in the middle of the Korean restaurant kitchen window of Class 2, Class 2 went back and forth frequently. On the first floor, with the assistance of class 1, the rope was lengthened. In order to prevent zombies from climbing, class 2 would fish the second half of the rope back into the window after use. If everyone is on the first floor like now , will tie a heavy object to the end of the rope and throw it back, and then hook it out with a spear when it is used.
It was late at night, and the zombies outside the window had already dispersed.
Qi Yan hooked out the rope, successfully climbed up to the roof, and quickly put the rope up again, the noise in the distance was still there.
That was the direction of the west area of the dormitory. From a certain distance, I couldn't see it clearly, but I could only vaguely recognize many people running. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the fleeing army were stretched very long.
The dormitory where Qi Yan and the others live, including the living area including the cafeteria and the supermarket, belongs to the East District on a large scale, and it is also the area where most undergraduates of the departments are concentrated. The west area is dominated by postgraduate students, and there are also students from the School of International Education and the School of Continuing Education, as well as a very small number of undergraduates from other departments who were unfortunately assigned to the west area because the east area was full.
There is no student cafeteria in the West District, but there are gardeners restaurant and a dumpling restaurant.
The Gardener’s Restaurant is called a restaurant, but it’s actually a cafeteria. It has two floors and is about one-third the size of the main cafeteria they are in. It’s the same as the restaurant where you swipe your card to eat at the same window. Therefore, the main consumers are still the students in the West District, hard-working gardeners They are often a little bit of red from all green.
The Dumpling Restaurant is the only commercial restaurant in the school. It occupies a large area. In addition to dumplings, it also has high-quality private dishes. It is said that the school has always prohibited commercial restaurants from entering. In the end thriving.
The distance between the east and west districts is not too far, but it’s not too close, so unless you want to eat specialties in the main canteen, students in the west district seldom come here to eat.
Including now, the direction of their escape is also the gardener's restaurant.
So Qi Yan could only watch them getting further and further away, until even the shadows disappeared at the end of the hustle and bustle.
"West End?"
"Well," Qi Yan was still chilling, "running to the gardener's restaurant, probably the same situation as ours."
"There are also a lot of people in the western district," Lin Dilei sighed, "The cafeteria is not as big as ours, and the situation will only get worse."
"Fuck, I'm still thinking about going over there if I can't do it here," Wu Zhou said with a look of despair, "It seems like it's a dead end."
"When will the soldiers come?"
"Uncle the policeman can do it too..."
Friends, you talk to each other, there are a lot of complaints, and there are few dry goods, and you can't talk about it in the end.
The current predicament is like an unsolvable question, no matter how you answer it, you can't get it right.
In the end, Huang Mo, who had been quiet all the time, said, since there is nothing to do, then it is time to recuperate from illness, and it is time to rest. When everyone is alive and well, we will overcome no matter how difficult the hurdle is, and no matter how difficult the road is, we will be able to walk smoothly .
The friends don't know where Huang Mo's confidence comes from, but they are inexplicably infected by this confidence and feel at ease.
——Song Fei's self-confidence is like cola, it tastes good to drink, but if you get hiccupped by carbonic acid occasionally, you will also want to criticize it. But Huang Mo's self-confidence is like clear tea, with a fragrant taste and sweet aftertaste, low-key luxury and connotation, full of mystery and elegance.