The discussions you talked and said, continued until the evening. The six students sitting on the quilt probably summarized the currently known zombie characteristics:

1. The vision, hearing, and smell are unchanged or enhanced, and are sensitive to the movement and smell of living people;

2. No pain;

3. The intelligence is greatly degenerated, and it may retain primary imitation learning ability and a small amount of memory;

4. Physical energy (speed, flexibility, etc.) degenerates on its original basis, the degradation rate is unknown, and there are individual differences;

5. The strength has not changed, it is basically consistent with ordinary people, and there are individual differences;

6. Saliva contains viruses and is transmitted through the blood.

7. Brain death is the only known way of death.

Putting down the small notebooks in their hands, the six students with dry mouth breathed a sigh of relief. The supermarket was already dark, and the buzzing sound of the air conditioner was a different kind of horror. I didn't pay attention to the discussion before, but now I feel a chill on my spine.

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, but Song Fei reacted first and stood up to find the switch on the wall. Fortunately, he found it quickly and pressed it all, and in an instant, the lights were all on.

"No wonder Prometheus wanted to steal fire for humans," Zhou Yilu put down his notebook, stretched his body, and sighed, "Only light can make humans still full of hope even in the dark."

Song Fei: “…”

Luo Geng: "…"

Qiao Siqi: "..."

Qi Yan: "..."

Lin Dilee really didn't want to be in a mess just after the discussion, so she had to scrape her stomach and respond: "Yes."

This is not the first time Zhou Yilu has been a topic-ending player, but he has not yet understood the problem: "Is it that difficult for me to answer?"

This time, the four male classmates finally had the right to speak-

Song Fei: "Extreme."

Luo Geng: "Hard."

Qiao Siqi: "Basic."

Qi Yan: "I can't handle it."

Zhou Yilu was silent for a while and raised his head: "Let's continue talking about zombies."

The five friends laughed so hard that they fell back and forth. The cold scene had long disappeared and the atmosphere became lively again.

That afternoon, the toilet was first shocked, and then the brainwork was working. Everyone was already hungry. Now they got up to find the dinner they like, and after a while, they gathered again.

"I think we have already analyzed the characteristics after the mutation," Zhou Yilu dug a big mouthful of eight-treasure porridge and put it in his mouth, muttering vaguely, "I don't even have the group discussions in class that seriously."

"The analysis is completed, but it still needs to be carefully considered how to deal with it." Qi Yan unscrewed a ham sausage and handed it to Song Fei holding the instant noodles. The latter was stunned for a moment, then said thank you at a very fast speed, lowered his head and took it over.

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows. Song Fei said thank you to him, is it going to rain red in the sky?

Qi Yan was so devoted that Zhou Yilu called him three times before he came to his senses: "Hmm? What?"

Zhou Yilu rolled his eyes. Even if your lover had a look, you can't just look around Xi Shi all day long. Passers-by also need to pay attention: "I'm asking you if you already have a countermeasure?"

Qi Yan calmed down and did not think about other things for the time being: "There are no specific countermeasures yet, but since they have the ability to imitate, can we make a fuss about this? Also, if we implement the plan, we must be more cautious. We cannot think of them as single-celled animals, and we must consider them more thoroughly."

"Totally agree." Luo Geng carefully delivered the newly brewed hot milk to the goddess, and also accompanied by a warm smile. After the goddess took the milk, she turned around with satisfaction and continued, "Destroying them is not our purpose, saving lives is our purpose. The current situation is that it may be safe or broken here, so we must leave a backup plan."

"Isn't the warehouse behind it okay?" Everyone else was eating staple food, so Johns ate shredded squid and chewed it with relish. "If we really can't stay here, we'll hide in it. The door locked, so we can't worry about eating and drinking inside."

Qi Yan pondered for a moment and asked, "What if the warehouse is not good?"

Qiao Siqi's black line: "Don't be so sad."

"Then let's go," said Song Fei, who was interrupting. "The canteen is closest to here, and there must be meat or something in the kitchen freezer."

Qi Yan immediately looked at Song Fei. Since the discussion, he always had to struggle to catch the other party's gaze: "How to get over?"

Song Fei scratched his head embarrassedly: "I haven't considered this yet."

This is an expected answer. If Song Fei had to think carefully, then he would see the ghost. So asking questions was just a pretext, Qi Yan wanted to see him more, and it would be best to see his heart through his eyes and see what disease he had committed, which was so abnormal.

Song Fei was not very comfortable being stared at, and saw that the topic did not continue, so he simply buried his head in hard work again.

So a subtle picture of Qi Yan frowning at Song Fei, who was focused on instant noodles.

While eating soda biscuits, Lin Dilee sips of milk while watching silently, always feeling something was wrong. The other three male classmates also felt the abnormal atmosphere, but as a pure young man, the girl hadn't touched her before, it was too difficult to figure out the ambiguous feelings between men when she came up.

After drinking and eating, no one discussed a safe and secure retreat plan that was enough to pass unanimously. The main reason was that there were always various potential dangers. Once the association was opened, it could not be stopped, and the retreat became a way out. Moreover, the head that had been running for the afternoon was already silenced. Everyone didn't say it, but whoever was tired knew.

In the end, the little landmine made a decision: "Let's talk about it tomorrow. Whatever you are willing to do now and rest!"

The male students who finally waited for the bell to end the get out of class were relieved and scattered.

Zhou Yi went to daily necessities. He wanted to find a strong broom or mop, take off the pole and tie the sushi knife, short mutiny bayonet, one inch long and one inch stronger.

Luo Geng helped Lin Dilee to choose the right weapon, explaining to the other party one by one the most lethal, although the latter felt that the difference between fruit knife, scissors, utility knife, pencil sharpener and nail knife was obvious at a glance.

Qiao Siqi lay down on the quilt and empty it. When he was about to rest, he began to spend the movies in his head, recalling how the protagonists broke through the siege and killed everyone, hoping to draw inspiration from it.

Song Fei did not move in place, and he still held the small notebook and wrote and painted on it.

Qi Yan originally wanted to study how to go to the cafeteria again, but when he raised his eyes, there were Song Fei and Qiao Siqi left in front of him, one of whom was focused and the other was leaning against each other.

"What are you writing?" Qi Yan leaned over curiously, and when he got closer, he found that Song Fei was not writing, but painting.

"The map of our school." Song Fei did not look up, but still focused.

When Qi Yan saw Song Fei's painting for the first time, he felt both curious and interesting, and he looked at it seriously. Song Fei's paintings were a bit sloppy, and all the lines were completely letting himself go. But whether it was the building or the road, the location was right, and perhaps not so accurate, but as a student of this school, it was clear at a glance.

What's even more amazing is that he has drawn many places that Qi Yan has never paid attention to. Some are those that Qi Yan knew but had never been to, such as the Yixin Building of the School of Arts, the Chongli Building of the School of Psychology, and the Wenhui Building of the School of Literature. Similarly, the building area of ​​the Academy of Sciences is far away, and it is never on the three-point line of Qi Yan, nor on the scope of his student union. There are some that Qi Yan has never heard of. If it weren't for Song Fei's drawing, he wouldn't know that there was such a place in his school.

"What is this Changyi Garden?" Qi Yan picked up something he had never heard of and asked without shame.

"Zhuyuan." Song Fei's writing never stopped, and his answer was concise and concise.

"Are they all bamboo?"

"Um."

"Can you raise it in the north?"

"I died last winter, and this year I seem to be able to survive the new plant."

"When have you been there?"

“When you take a day trip.”

"What is that?"

"..." Song Fei's pen tip paused, and after a while, he raised his head and smiled proudly, "I am the tour guide and we will have a one-day tour of our school."

Qi Yan was amused by his proud look: "You have done this before? Why don't I know?"

Song Fei shrugged and muttered in a low voice: "You don't know much."

The atmosphere seemed to be eased, and Qi Yan wanted to really talk about serious things, such as the seriousness of the toilet, and the other party's bad temper that had been awkward for the afternoon, etc. However...

The male classmate surnamed Song and Qi who wanted to quit but failed all the time, finally got up and almost fleeing after receiving a faint look. He walked away with a slight look at him and almost fleeing: "I'm not sleepy suddenly, I'll go and see how Zhou Yilu's bayonet is doing--"

Watching Qiao Siqi disappear into the shelves of the broom and dustpan, Qi Yan came to Song Fei, rubbed his hair, and murmured softly: "Don't be angry?"

Song Fei subconsciously hid for a while, but didn't dodge, so he stopped moving, for fear of seemingly deliberate: "I'm not angry."

Song Fei's voice was very natural, but the head under his hands was really trying to hide at first. Qi Yan felt uncomfortable for a moment, but he couldn't hear it at all: "I'm not angry, your head was almost down into your crotch all afternoon."

Song Fei's black line: "Can you not steal my famous quotes?"

Qi Yan smiled, looking innocent: "Those who are close to the ink are black."

Song Fei tilted his head and thought about it carefully: "It seems that you really haven't learned anything good from me."

Qi Yan nodded in praise: "It's rare that you have the ability to know yourself."

Song Fei wanted to smile like hell, shameless, but no matter how he pulled the corners of his mouth, he felt a little far-fetched, so he quickly returned to the seriousness: "I'm not angry, really. I just think what you discussed is very useful. I can't remember it, so I don't have time to look up."

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked back and forth on Song Fei's face with suspicion.

Song Fei raised his face and let him see it openly.

At first, Qi Yan really wanted to determine whether Song Fei was talking lies, but as he looked, his thoughts went off and his eyes didn't run away. No, he couldn't pull out the face.

Song Fei's appearance is not incompatible with his handsomeness, and he can't find it if he throws it into the crowd. Especially with single eyelids, he always looks like he has not woken up on weekdays, which is seamlessly in line with his temperament of living. But this man is full of tricks, which makes him feel bad. He may be able to make up for whatever he lacks. Qi Yan likes this power. When he first got together, he couldn't stand it even if he looked at it for a few more times.

Now the resistance is getting a little bit higher, but I still get caught occasionally.

Seeing that the face in front of him was getting closer and closer, Song Fei, who felt something was wrong, was nervous and pushed the person away.

Qi Yan was suddenly stabbed and woke up, but she felt that Song Fei was inexplicably confused. The matter in the toilet at noon was Song Fei's impulse. He said in front of so many people that he might not be right, but now he has lowered his posture and coaxed him. Isn't it enough?

"When are you going to have a fuss? Give me some good words."

Qi Yan didn't want to waste time with Song Fei on such things when such zombies could come in at any time, so he simply returned to the previous mode of getting along with each other, and went straight to it.

This is the pattern that Song Fei hates the most.

In this mode, Qi Yan is always arrogant and calm and self-controlled, and he will automatically become unreasonable and nonsense.

He tried hard to keep up with Qi Yan's pace and try to understand the other party's thoughts and pursuits, but Qi Yan never thought of stopping and paying attention to his world.
To be continued...