"Why are you with Song Fei?!"
"you are still alive?!"
"I won't die if you die!"
"What a pity!"
"Shit!"
"Fuck!"
"Asshole!"
"Bastard!"
…
Song Fei and Kuang Ye enjoyed listening to rough English for three minutes.
A walkie-talkie is no better than an instant messaging device. It’s not that I can pick up the next sentence immediately after you finish speaking. You have to release the intercom button after the other party has finished speaking, and then you can press the intercom button to regain the right to speak. If the other party is unwilling to release the intercom button after scolding, then you have to hold back even if you are full of TOEFL, IELTS and GRE.
But this way of dialogue did not cause any obstacles to the scolding between Joskey and Ma Weisen. In one hundred and eighty seconds, the dialogue between the two sides showed an amazing "precise turn-based system". You say something to me, and I will give it to you after I finish speaking, and then I will change to me after you finish speaking. There is a tacit understanding and seamless connection. It's not an electric sound, you would think that these two people are talking and video.
"Are you saying that the two really look down on each other?" Kuang Ye struggled for a long time, and decided to exchange ideas with Song Fei, "I feel so good that I'm almost alone."
Song Fei took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, took a sip to moisten his throat, for some reason, listening to those two people talking was more dry than talking to himself.
After screwing on the bottle cap again after drinking, he explained to Kuang Ye earnestly: "Aren't idol dramas all like this, first you don't like each other, and after half of the plot, you will fall in love with each other to death."
Kuang Ye waited for a long time to come to such a conclusion, his eyes widened in surprise: "Josie is also gay?!"
Song Fei: "Why does your word 'also' have to be accentuated and it sounds like a kind of disgust..."
Kuang Ye: "Leader, you are too sensitive..."
"Who the hell is GAY—" Qiao Siqi roared through the intercom.
Song Fei looked at Ma Weisen suspiciously, who had an innocent face, and raised his chin in the direction of Kuang Ye: "I just pressed the button to speak, who knew his voice was so loud."
Kuang Yejiong and Song Feile hurried to Ma Weisen's side to get the walkie-talkie, and said with a smile, "Johns, we didn't say you were GAY. Kuang Ye and I just think that you have unusual feelings for Wi...uh, classmate Ma."
There was a few seconds of silence on the intercom.
Then-
"Then I'll still be GAY."
Ma Weisen's white eyes have been turned to the nine heavens, if the eyelashes are longer, this turn can make the bangs fly.
Seeing that the grievances between these two people did not happen in a day, and it was not a day's work to resolve them, Song Fei resolutely seized the dominance of the call and summoned back the BF who is really capable of great things: "Qi Yan, please put the walkie-talkie out of Joskey's claws. Pick it out."
In two seconds, the opposite side was replaced, and the instant calm voice gave the whole world a sense of security—
"Well, it's over."
Song Fei held back the corners of his mouth that were desperately looking up, and tried to make his voice sound calm and objective: "We are in the players' lounge. If you are not sure where the windows are, you can go directly to the roof and call when you arrive."
"it is good."
Concise and clear, never talk nonsense.
But Song Fei didn't want to end the communication so dryly. After a pause of two seconds, he added: "Be careful."
There was also silence for a moment, and then he said solemnly and seriously: "Don't worry, wash it and wait for me."
"..."
Who the hell did you learn to stuff the porno into the DVD box of Baijia Forum! ! !
Finally, the walkie-talkie contact that was on track for not a second except for the beginning was finally over. Song Fei's side continued to stand by, while Qi Yan's side was temporarily turned off.
The next thing the trio in the basketball hall had to do was to wait.
Just like Qi Yan believed that he and Kuang Ye could join the main force, he also believed that the little friends would arrive soon.
But before rendezvous, it is still necessary to find out the love and hatred between new partners and old comrades in arms.
"Only two?" Ma Weisen blinked pitifully as he carefully held the dried meat that Song Fei handed over, "It's not enough..."
"No more nonsense." Song Fei said, trying to snatch it back.
Classmate Ma, who eats hard but not soft, immediately stuffed them into his mouth, and then followed the old saying of eating people with short mouths, and drank the meat, telling the past——
"Actually, there's nothing to talk about. We are classmates. Our student numbers are next to each other. Our grades are tied. The dormitory is next door. We look different every day... You can see the last one without mentioning it..."
Kuang Ye: "... our patience is limited."
Song Fei: "Ma, Fan, Ma, Shang, Jin, Enter, Zheng, Question."
"It's not just a matter of feelings." Ma Weisen scratched his hair, and there was some childish depression on his fresh face.
Song Fei and Kuang Ye: "You two really have something to do!"
"... What good will it do you two to break up with us!" Ma Weisen broke down and stopped being lyrical, and immediately said nonsense, "At that time, we both liked a girl at work at the same time, and that girl had a good impression of me at first, but I When Bian was about to confess, Johns pried him away, and when the whole class knew that I was very close to that girl, and almost agreed that we were a couple, he stole the love!"
"What happened next?" Kuang Ye and Song Fei asked almost in unison, curious and eager.
Ma Weisen sighed quietly, with a sad face: "Later, the girl still couldn't let me go, so she didn't really date that guy. Not long after, she applied for a foreign university and left this sad place directly."
Song Fei was confused: "Didn't you say that Qiao Siqi pried him away, but you also said that the girl didn't date him, so did you pry him away?"
"Of course I took it away!" Speaking of this, Ma Weisen has no room for negotiation, "Before he intervened, I sat with that girl in class every day, and we went to study together at night. Even when the girl wanted to run laps on the playground on a whim, I accompanied her , rain or shine!"
Kuang Ye: "What happens after he gets involved?"
Ma Weisen: "Just take the girl to eat, drink and have fun! As long as there is no class, I will run outside, relying on my own broken car, traveling in mountains and rivers, eating delicious food, drinking spicy food, vulgar!"
"No," Kuang Ye looked closely at Ma Weisen's sincere gnashing of teeth, and really wanted to figure it out, "You feel your conscience and say, do you hate him for stealing love, or are you jealous of that girl?"
Mavison: "..."
"Okay, I believe him." Song Feila returned to Kuang Ye, and at the same time comforted the new classmate, "It's all in the past, so don't worry about it all the time. Besides, Qiao Siqi is rich and self-willed, how can you still treat him like this?" What's wrong with him? It's not up to you to be born, so there's nothing wrong with this."
"No way," Ma Weisen said contemptuously, "it's just that there is a problem with money. Who is short of that money, but money is not such a wayward way. My mother sends money to my card every month. I won’t move the last four digits, and I won’t touch the whole number. If you can’t spend it all, it’s still your parents’ hard-earned money, so how can you just throw it out like a dick!”
Song Fei: "...then why don't you buy a capital-guaranteed wealth management or something to earn interest?"
Ma Weisen: "Troublesome, I don't like to do it."
Song Fei: "..."
Kuang Ye: "Are you going to continue comforting his mother?"
Song Fei: "I miss Zhou Lv very much now."
— There is a son in the Zhou family, who hates the rich with a sniper rifle, opens fire when he sees money, and suddenly burns money like crazy.
When the flames of class struggle were less intense, Song Fei asked hopefully, do you have a car at school? The answer I got later was, yes, it is very cool to ride. Song Fei didn't continue to ask, and added a firewood to the weakened Qiu Fu.
Beijing time, at 10:30 p.m., more than an hour has passed since the intercom contacted.
There is only Mingfeng Lake between the activity center and the basketball hall. The distance is not too close, but it is definitely not far. But when the university is immersed in the dark and windy days where zombies are rampant, this road becomes a long journey.
In the lounge, the three of them leaned against each other, silent and quiet.
There is no communication, but after a while, someone will take out their mobile phone to check the time, and all the anxiety in their hearts is reflected in the cold light of the mobile phone screen one after another.
Finally, a sound came from the roof, breaking the still air.
But it is neither the buzzing of the walkie-talkie, nor the shouting of the friends, but the sound that is not loud but crisp and penetrating—
Ding!
Kuang Ye and Ma Weisen looked at each other, dazedly: "Whose microwave oven is up?"
Song Fei black line, while quickly getting up and going to the window, while popularizing science: "It's the triangle of Zhao He in our class."
"... Where did you get these artifacts?" Song Fei was already looking at the window, so Ma Weisen had to ask Kuang Ye nearby.
The latter was completely confused: "How do I know, I came a day earlier than you."
Ma Weisen: "Are you a transfer student too?"
Kuang Ye: "The student number is right in front of you."
Ma Weisen: "I don't really like the person whose student number is next to me..."
Kuang Ye: "..."
click—
Almost at the same time as the window sash opened, Song Fei made a deliberately low call: "This way—"
In the blink of an eye, the little friends jumped down like dumplings, and filed in through the window.
When Zhao He and Wu Zhou both jumped forward at the back of the hall, Song Fei decisively closed the window and locked it, and only then could he see clearly the distressed appearance of the little friends through the light.
All of them looked as if they had rolled out of the mud, their faces were ashamed, Qi Yan was even worse, he was fished out of the water directly, his hair was all stuck to his face, his clothes were all stuck to his body, the down jacket was long gone, but his figure was more clearly visible.
After entering the room, the little friends didn't bother to talk, and sat down on the ground first. Except for Qi Yan, they all took water from their bags, panting.
"What's the situation?" Song Fei felt distressed, and asked while grabbing the hem of Qi Yan's pullover.
Qi Yan raised his arms cooperatively.
As soon as Song Fei raised it, he took off the unlined clothes neatly, threw them on the ground, and then took a dry basketball vest and used it as a towel for Qi Yan to wipe his head and face.
Qi Yan instinctively raised his hand to catch Song Fei's arm holding the jersey, but just as he raised it a little, the jersey was already covering his head. Comfortable.
Qi Yan withdrew his hand silently, as naturally as if he had never raised it before, narrowing his eyes lazily, enjoying it quietly.
Just now it seems that someone asked "what's the situation"
I can't remember who wiped my head and who was wiped, so whoever it is.
A group of friends suddenly discovered that being chased by zombies is not as painful as being choked to death with handfuls of dog food with pink bubble effects.
So they all forgot about those two bad guys, and they talked enthusiastically among themselves.
The twists and turns of more than an hour are actually just a few sentences. I met a group of corpses by the lake, Qi Yan fell into the water while fighting with the zombies, and then went ashore, and finally escaped the zombies with his friends and rushed to the basketball court, but unfortunately the walkie-talkie was flooded and struck, so he could only rely on the "percussion talent" Zhao He .
It wasn't until he curiously asked about the source of the triangle iron that Ma Weisen knew for the first time the ins and outs of Wu Shengban's search for the radio. Surprised, he was even more admirable: "You guys are simply too handsome, what kind of survival class are you still in, it's obviously the Navy SEALs!"
The students in the martial arts class were also very shocked that Ma Weisen didn't know the radio and the news from the beginning to the end.
Even Huang Mo, who was as calm as Huang Mo, couldn't hold back, and asked him: "Then what belief do you rely on to support yourself for so many days?"
Ma Weisen thought hard, but couldn't find any spiritual support, so he could only tell the truth: "Anyway, I just don't want to die."
Huang Mo was stunned for a moment, and smiled, there was really nothing wrong with this answer.
Twelve friends in the martial arts class: "You are the true iron-blooded warrior."
Ma Weisen: "No, no, this is really not there. I was scared to death. Every day I thought I was going to be bitten, and I was chased and bitten when I slept and dreamed!"
Qiao Siqi: "Excessive modesty is pride."
Mavison: "Are you finding fault?"
Qiao Siqi: "I just want to see when you will take the initiative to greet, but you let me down."
Ma Weisen: "One more second may wait."
Qiao Siqi: "Our friendship cannot tolerate this second."
Mavison: "..."
Joskey: "..."
Ma and Qiao: "Which class are you a martial artist?"
Mavison: "Two!"
Qiao Siqi: "One!"
Ma and Joe: "Huh, it's okay..."
Song Fei and Qi Yan were bored, and when they came back to their senses, they just caught the tail of the "hot scene" of the reunion of old friends.
The twelve little friends had a great time watching the fun and didn't intend to stop it at all.
Song Fei was speechless: "Even if you are interested, you should try to persuade them."
Comrade Eleven: "What are you persuading, Qiao Siqi's girlfriend was pried away by him, it's kind of us to watch and not help his rival in love."
Kuang Ye: "I can't persuade you. I want a girlfriend who is as good as Ma Weisen to be poached, and I will get upset when I see a rival in love."
Eleven Comrades: "..."
Kuang Ye: "..."
All: "Wait, we need a meeting."
Just after the intercom contact ended, when Ma Weisen told Song Fei and Kuang Ye about the sad past, Qiao Siqi on the other end also explained his special relationship with Ma Weisen to the confused friends.
It is also a love-hate entangled campus love triangle, but there is another version in Qiao Siqi's mouth——
It was Qiao Siqi who was ambiguous with the girl, and it was Qiao Siqi who pursued fiercely. From the beginning to the end, Ma Weisen was sabotaging in the dark corner, relying on his handsome face, fanning the wind to light the will-o'-the-wisp, and seducing the girl, so that in the end The girl was in a dilemma and went abroad.
The information is shared thoroughly, and it doesn't matter what the truth is. The friends swear that no matter what these two people say in the future, they will smile and never believe it!
"What I'm talking about is the truth." Ma Weisen took out his phone, unlocked the lock screen, and showed the desktop to all his friends. "This is a photo of us together. Do you think she smiles sweetly?"
All comrades-in-arms: "It's all APPs, you can't see your face at all!"
"Hurry up and put it away, don't be ashamed." Qiao Siqi took out the wallet from his arms, opened it and carefully took out a photo from the interlayer, "I call this a couple photo, look at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows."
The girl in the photo is indeed pure and lovely, with fair skin and rosy skin. When she smiles, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, like a ray of warm spring breeze, and the looming little canine teeth are a little more playful.
Who is the right man is a headless case.
But the vision of these two male students from the English department was recognized by all the comrades in arms.
— except on Mondays.
It may be a common habit of every generation of innocent boys to treasure the photos of their favorite objects. Zhou also showed a photo from his mobile phone.
"You two have bad eyesight, look at this sister that my buddy is chasing after."
Monday is not an exaggeration. The girl in the photo is a few years older than Josie Mavison's ideal. She doesn't wear makeup, but she is elegant and graceful, her brows and eyes are calm and calm, and she has a ladylike temperament.
Qiao Siqi looked straight at the phone screen, then squinted at him: "Then did you finally catch up?"
Zhou Yilu: "...cough, she said that she should focus on her studies and not consider personal issues until she graduates with a Ph.D."
Qiao Siqi: "Just got dumped."
Zhou Zhoulu: "Didn't you catch up in the end? And what we are comparing now is vision. For me, I have studied both masters and doctorates. Wisdom and beauty coexist!"
Qiao Siqi: "I went to a famous foreign university!"
Zhou Lu: "I'm so intellectual."
Qiao Siqi: "I am so young."
Zhou Lu: "I am quiet."
Qiao Siqi: "I'm lively."
Zhou Lu: "I am a master chess player!"
Qiao Siqi: "I am an elite Texas Hold'em!"
…
Ma Weisen liked to watch Qiao Siqi's fire from the other side, but he felt that the shape of the flame was very difficult to describe, so he had to ask Song Fei for help: "Do you think the 'point' between the two of them is very strange?"
Song Fei patted his new classmate on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Treasure the time now. Qiao Siqi is standing at the crossroads of life, and maybe soon, you will never have the chance to become a rival in love with him again in this life."
——Until the end of the recess of the martial arts class and the 16th National People's Congress set out again, Ma Weisen didn't understand what the class leader next door said.
So fucking deep!
Beijing time, 11:30 p.m.
A day, a night, and five hours have passed since I left the cafeteria.
The weight of the luggage of the friends has been reduced to varying degrees, including Zhao He's suitcase - the coral fleece pajamas seized by the express delivery point inside and the blue woolen coat that Lin Dilei has not worn after wearing an imported down jacket. On Kuang Ye and Qi Yan.
Fortunately, they are all women's loose-fitting styles, especially Lin Dilei's Korean-style coat, Zhao He can cover it up, so although Kuang Ye and Qi Yan are cramped, it doesn't affect their actions too much. It's better than just wearing them in the lounge. The unlined clothing or basketball vest is strong.
But there is one thing, you can't look at them, otherwise the friends will laugh.
When they tried it on, they had already practiced it, and they really couldn't help it. No matter how strong the relationship was, no matter how deep the relationship was, they couldn't suppress the prehistoric force of laughing and beating the ground.
Fortunately, the moonlight weakened the ferocious visual stimulation.
In the howling cold wind, sixteen people gathered together, even if they tiptoed, it was still an eye-catching team, so the friends still lined up in two columns, on both sides of the path, and kept the distance between the front and the back as far as possible.
This time they crossed the activity center without hesitation and went straight to the public teaching building area.
Everyone wrapped their clothes tightly, shut their mouths, kept their eyes on all directions, and moved forward steadily.
The nerves were so tense that it was impossible to accurately calculate the time, so that when the Innovation Building came into view, everyone felt that they had traveled a long distance for a long time.
However, victory is in sight.
There are six teaching buildings in the public teaching building area. The Houde Building is the 1# teaching building closest to the school gate, and the Innovation Building is the 6# building which is the farthest.
The farthest from the school gate is the closest to the martial arts class.
However, the Innovation Building has already been seen. Will the Houde Building be far behind
Bang!
A shovel knocked the rushing zombie to the ground, and before the other party got up, he passed several shovels in a row until the comrades around him reacted, and ended the zombie's struggle forever with a single shovel—Li Jingyu used rock-shattering tough-guy style, for The final escape of the Wusheng class kicked off the prelude.
In the misty and cold night, the little whale holds a shovel on its hip and proudly looks like the majestic image of Poseidon, the sea god, leaving an indelible shock in the hearts of transfer students Ma Weisen and Kuang Ye.