In the early morning, Song Fei woke up with Zhou Yilu and Qiao Siqi's snoring. The two of them snored in a completely opposite way, one was short and powerful, the other was long and long, and the two were intertwined, as if the shepherd boy played the flute and attracted the yellow cow to rise up, full of ancient charm.

He touched the phone beside the pillow to see the time, but as soon as his arm stretched out the quilt, the cold air that had been planning for a long time seized the opportunity and rushed in.

Song Fei shivered under the quilt, and the cold light on the mobile phone screen illuminated the tip of his red nose.

Beijing time, five o'clock.

It was still pitch black outside, and there was no sign of dawn. Song Fei was suddenly very glad that he failed the first choice for the college entrance examination. It was a higher education institution located in the three northeastern provinces. It is said that in November every year, the instructor could take the students to make ice sculptures on the playground.

"Awaken?" Qi Yan's low voice came from his ears.

The two of them slept head-to-head, but the distance was actually very close.

"Um."

Song Fei put down his phone, the dazzling white light disappeared, and the moonlight returned to 440, and the whole world seemed to be peaceful.

Soft, quiet.

Since the tide of corpse burst, Song Fei didn't remember such a moment, without the strange howling of the wind entering the crack of the door, without the heavy steps of the mutant swaying in the corridor, just like God suddenly pressed the pause button, allowing the only person who could still perceive him and Qi Yan to steal a moment of leisure.

"What are you thinking?" Qi Yan asked.

Song Fei actually didn't think about anything, but Qi Yan asked, and he always had to scrape his stomach and find some: "I was thinking, if this didn't happen, I should be peeking in the group and thinking about which one would like to celebrate Christmas."

"Who do you think is pleasing to you in the group?" Qi Yan's voice was very natural, like a buddy chatting.

Song Fei tried hard to recall the hard photos posted by his friends in the group, passing by like a lantern, and couldn't help but be fascinated: "The Deng Jian of the Sports Department is simply, that muscle, that line..."

Qi Yan: "He pretended to be straight and fucked gf."

Song Fei: "Li Zhaoxi from the Institute of Economics and Management, when he put on the gold-rimmed glasses, he was definitely ascetic..."

Qi Yan: "He and their institute just recruited teachers and students to teach finance this year."

Song Fei: "Wu Zilang from the School of Chemical Engineering..."

Qi Yan: "Mom."

Song Fei: "Guan Xiaochen of the Computer Academy..."

Qi Yan: "The King of Cannon."

Song Fei: "Jiao Bo from the Academy of Biotechnology..."

Qi Yan: "I'm chasing me."

Song Fei: "Didn't you say you blocked the group!"

Qi Yan: "I've opened again after I'm single."

Song Fei: “…get up!”

From ancient times to the present, happy times have passed like a flash of horses. The shepherd boy and the cow suddenly sat up, looked around, and looked confused.

"What happened?" Qiao Siqi was in the chaotic sense of the interweaving of movies and reality for the first two days. Whether it was panic or afraid, there was no real feeling, and there was even a little bit of excitement occasionally. But from the moment he saw his classmates killing each other yesterday, to the continuous jumps at night, he could no longer regard everything that happened in front of him as a game or a movie. This is the cold reality. He could play over at any time, and he would never have the chance to do it again.

It is said that thinking carefully is extremely terrifying. Qiao Siqi is now in this state of thinking and fear.

In contrast, Zhou Yilu was more calm. He looked out the window and then looked at Song Fei, and for no reason: "What time is the fuck?"

Song Fei jumped out of the bed tremblingly, and after copying a black down jacket to cover himself, he finally felt a little warmth: "The plan for one day lies in the morning."

Monday was all collapsed, and people also said that it was in the morning, not in the early morning.

It was six o'clock when I was in a daze and the dormitory called.

Qiao Siqi took a hot pot of cold water, inserted it quickly, turned on the electricity, and waited for the water to boil, while sighing: "There are only ones who can live so meticulously in the end of the world."

Boil hot water, brush your teeth and wash your face. Then the four early birds divided the remaining instant noodles, and no one dared to touch the apples, for fear that after breakfast, they would become useless again.

After cushioning, the only reserved grain was left with half a box of chocolate and a pack of shrimp chips.

Zhou Yilu looked at the huge chocolate gift box and the exquisite content that could be counted with one hand that was extremely disproportionate inside. He felt very sorry: "Anyway, I'm eating chocolate, so how good is it to stock up on Snickers? What's the use of buying these fancy ones?"

Song Fei sighed powerlessly: "Brother, I didn't buy the one I bought for my own food, but I planned to give it to the girl."

"Who?" Zhou Yilu looked at the chocolate and the instruments on the wall. I don't know why they got connected, "Who plays the guitar?"

Zhou Yilu's guess surprised Song Fei, but then he thought about it, whether it was learning guitar or chocolate, it was all for flirting with girls, and the motivation was completely consistent, and there was nothing difficult to guess. 440 The most thirsty classmate Ren Zhe, from his freshman year to his sophomore year, almost recognized half of the history school girl as a girl, but he couldn't get a girlfriend.

When Song Fei looked back on his roommate's tragic love journey, he felt pure happiness and naturally raised the corners of his mouth.

But this happiness is too short.

As soon as the corner of his mouth was raised, he immediately put it down, and what followed was the panic that had been suppressed by him these days.

For several days, Song Fei has been forcing himself not to think about Wang Qingyuan, Xiangyang and Ren Zhe. They were his closest partners in this school. If something happened to them, Song Fei felt that he could not bear it at all. So as long as he thought about it uncontrollably, he immediately told himself that it is safe for the three of them to hide in the library now, and just like himself, trying to survive in a desperate situation.

Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder twice.

Song Fei turned around and met Qi Yan's gentle face.

"You're all alive, they're definitely fine."

Song Fei knew that Qi Yan wanted to comfort him, but he really didn't want to appreciate it at all.

When there was finally a ray of light in the sky, four passionate men preparing to fight surrounded Zhou Yilu's masterpiece - the Fenduoduo Supermarket floor plan.

"This is the main entrance, and when you come in, there is a sales area. There is an administrative office and an employee lounge behind it. The innermost part is the warehouse stocking area and a back door." Zhou Yilu's picture was relatively grassy, ​​but after his explanation, he could see clearly and clearly.

Song Fei’s understanding of Fenduoduo is the main door, shelves, and cashiers. He has no idea that the interior is still so rich.

"The sales area is full of zombies, and you will die when you enter," Qiao Siqi saw clearly when he ran back to the dormitory, "Why don't we go directly into the warehouse through the back door?"

"The warehouse may not be safe," Zhou Yilu shook his head, "and I am mainly worried that the back door may not be opened. If we run over and find that it is not opened, we will be even more passive when we go back to the front door."

Song Fei understood: "It would be better to go directly through the open main door and close the door and beat the dog!"

Zhou Yi nodded.

Qiao Siqi sounded like a fantasy: "There are zombies inside, whoever hits whom when they are closed!"

Qi Yan asked, "How to close the door?"

"The supermarket uses a floor bullet door, without a pin, only a floor lock. But we don't have a key and can't lock it. We can only use things to pin the stainless steel handle from the inside."

Song Fei interrupted and asked, "Can't you tie it up?"

Zhou Yilu: "Of course it's better. If you lock a mop and broom, it will easily be washed off."

Song Fei ran toward his own tycoon, took out the bicycle chain from behind the ycoon, raised his hand and shook it: "How is this?"

Zhou Yilu and Qi Yan looked at each other in a glance—

"Perfect."

Qiao Siqi felt that his three brothers were dreaming: "Can you wake up? Close the door to block the zombies outside, but we are with the zombie lock inside, and then? Take Shaqima on the shelves and threaten them not to act rashly?"

Song Fei glanced at him: "Do you have a better way?"

Qiao Siqi was speechless. If there were only zombies in the supermarket, you could find a leg and foot to make bait to lure out the zombies inside, and then in the subsequent gluttonous snake-like rush, he would be the first to return to the already safe supermarket, lock the door and get it done. But now there are zombies inside and outside the supermarket, and if the bait runs all over the world, it would be too long to live.

The kettle has been filled with waves.

Song Fei came over and took out the power outage, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "John, if we can't even deal with a supermarket mutant, there may be a school, a city, or even an earth behind it. Do you still dare to think about it?"

"You have already taken me to think for a long time," Qiao Siqi took Song Fei's paws off his shoulders angrily, "And, I'm Johns."

After less than ten minutes of planning the battle, 440 fell into an awkward silence. As young people from the motherland who were born in the spring breeze and grew under the red flag, they learned from Lei Feng, planted trees in green, visited widows, and swept the tombs of heroes. There were a hundred ways to make the red scarf on their chests more bright, but it certainly did not include fighting in groups.

Since I was a child, the teacher has been wise and can do nothing.

"Forget it, let it go," Zhou Yilu slapped the table freely and easily, "I'll make a scabbard and don't turn back and hurt myself."

If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools.

Qi Yan: "I'll sharpen the knife."

Qiao Siqi: "I'll study my knife again. Damn it's too many functions and it's dazzling."

Song Fei: "I'll go... fan the fan?"

It was 7:30 in the blink of an eye, retreating at night and leaving at daytime.

Very satisfied with the scabbard wrapped with several textbook cover tape. Zhou Yilu pulled out his knife and put it away, feeling the lightning speed, and asked Song Fei who was leaning against the balcony door: "What's the weather? Is it suitable to break through the siege?"

Song Fei put away his fan and was as grand as Mr. Qianlong who was visiting privately in private, nodding to his partner: "It's quite suitable."

Zhou Yilu stood up excitedly and wanted to open the door to the balcony to absorb the first ray of sunlight in the morning.

However, as soon as his hand touched the door frame, he retreated.

Outside, clouds and mountains are surrounded by mist, and the fairy spirit is floating.
Chapter completed!