In the second round of the vending machine battle, the majestic and unyielding teammates of Class 1 absorbed Song Fei's experience and rushed forward while taking care of his back. So he successfully took the third floor. The whole process was just like the copy and paste in the first round.

The students who had increased their confidence only went through a short break and then started the third round of scouting. The second floor houses were different from those of the third and fourth floors, and were mostly proactive reading rooms, study rooms, etc. The friends were optimistic. They had a strategic goal to clean up the zombies in the field first, and if they really couldn't clean them, they could change the room nearby. Anyway, as long as Song Fei and the others who were responsible for the sound of the east and the west had a hiding place in the general direction.

However, they thought of all possible accidents, but they missed one.

It was a video collection and screening room on the second floor, located in the southwest corner, which was roughly perpendicular to Song Fei's location during the first cooperation battle. However, unlike the archives room, the windows are bright and clean, because the screening materials are often needed, the curtains here are pulled all year round, and the curtains are specially selected, with heavy materials and almost no light transmission.

This place is not open to students, and it is the first time that Song Fei and the others have entered. The same technique as closing the shelf library is to knock on small pieces of glass and open the window, but this time there is one more step - lifting the thick curtains.

It was Qi Yan who did this. I don’t know when he became the default striker of the 1st Martial Arts Class. He was in the forefront of all collective actions. He had no regrets and everyone trusted him very much. Therefore, when Qi Yan lifted the curtains but stopped stepping in, everyone knew that it was wrong.

Soon, a stinking smell floated out. Without the closure of the glass and the obstruction of the curtains, the smell was disgusting.

The first reaction of the friends was zombies. But looking back at the close contact with the zombies since the accident, although they also had some smell of rotten food, they were far less intense.

Finally, Qi Yan moved aside and everyone saw clearly - under the dazzling light that had been lit for a long time, five classmates curled up in the corner of the wall.

They snuggled together, perhaps because they had died for too long, and their facial features and body postures were deformed. But they were not injured, and even if they didn't get close, they could see clearly that they were intact from head to toe, just like this audio-visual room, with white walls and bright floors.

——They were trapped here alive.

Lin Dilee was the first to cry. She covered her mouth with her hands and tried to suppress her sobs, but she couldn't stop her tears and instantly wet the back of her hands.

Song Fei and the others couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and they turned their backs and breathed in the cold air.

Qi Yan put down the curtains and said nothing for a long time.

In the past half a month, they have seen too many zombies, too many to extreme fear and weak to slight fear, too many to extreme disgust and completely become accustomed to them. But it is still not possible for classmates. They have also seen classmates being chewed and classmates jumped off the building, but when the former happened, most of them were escaping their lives, and when the latter happened, it was late at night. No one was as close and clear as it is now, so direct and tragic as if they closed their eyes and could still return to the pain and despair of that moment.

After a while, Qi Yan went in again and pulled off the curtains. Then, the wide curtains gently covered the body, and the corners of the wall turned into a chaotic dark red.

From beginning to end, both Qi Yan and the friends who watched him do all this were quiet and silent.

Perhaps they all think of the same thing in their hearts - the misery of the past can be covered by them like this, but what about the future? When they were miserable, who would let them rest in peace?

The battle on the second floor was not taken in the end. The direct reason for everyone to give up was that there were too many zombies. In fact, they already had this feeling when they cleaned the first two sound-to-hit spots. When they cleaned the last point and started to test the tactics at a fixed point, it was indeed the same as they expected. The noise of all the zombies running on the second floor was enough to cover the mobile phone ring. The sound-to-hit to-hit can involve some zombies, but it is certainly not all, and it cannot even be guaranteed to be more than 60%. In this case, the comrades who smashed vending machines and blocked the stairs were very dangerous to reads;

After realizing that it was not feasible, everyone decisively gave up and returned to the closed library.

Any plan has the possibility of failure. If you don’t talk about it, just go to the express delivery point, they will change several plans in a row. But no time will they be like this time, and their fighting spirit will be defeated.

Everyone tacitly understood the reason, but no one was willing to explain it.

The whole afternoon after returning to the library, everyone was quiet, either sitting by the window, lying on the books, leaning against the corner of the wall, or hiding in the bookshelf. They had no communication with each other and fell into a heavy depression tacitly.

Until six o'clock in the evening, night fell.

In the past, the campus was about to be on its first lights, but after the tide of corpse burst, the lights were on, regardless of the night or day, and the lights were also on, regardless of the day or night.

There are more people who are destroyed than those who are lit.

Song Fei leaned against the side of the bookshelf, facing the window, looking at the night sky from afar. In order to forget the tragic situation of the audio-visual studio, he forced himself to think about the small town in his hometown. It was a comfortable city, with no scenic spots, no former residences of great men, and only people who live and work in peace. Vehicles flowed on the road that was not too wide, and the buildings on both sides of the road were not fancy at all. Even the railway station in the city center was simple and simple.

At this moment, there are countless people looking out the window like this, wondering where tomorrow is, or still living and working in peace and contentment, with thousands of lights?

Song Fei hopes to be the latter.

I lowered my head sadly, but the phone still had no signal.

He still insists on charging it every day, and always feels that it will ring at some unintentional moment.

Huh?

Song Fei was bored and suddenly stopped with his fingers slashing the screen, and blurted out in surprise: "Today is New Year's Day!"

One sentence attracted the attention of all the friends. It was like the lake that had just formed a thin layer of ice was knocked out by a rock, and the water surged. Everyone took out their phones - except for two other classmates - the screen was unlocked, and it was January 1st.

The first day of the new year.

They spent three-quarters of this wonderful day that should have bid farewell to the old and welcomed the new in a thrilling, exciting, fighting, sadness, and depression. When they discovered, they were left with only six hours.

The eight people looked at each other, including Song Fei, and could not find a suitable expression for a moment. Confusion, bitterness, happiness, joy, and laughter, and it seemed that nothing was right.

Zhou Yilu smiled bitterly and muttered to himself: "New Year and new atmosphere, haha, it's so ironic."

Everyone knows what he is referring to.

God gave them the first gift of the New Year - spoiler.

"We will eventually become like that." Qiao Siqi said something that everyone's hearts were rolling for an afternoon, but no one dared to say it.

Friends are silent.

Only Song Fei, who was like everyone else, thought about this question for an afternoon, but his answer was: "No."

There is no upbeat pretending to be brave, only a calm and tenacity.

Wang Qingyuan looked at him with his eyes slanted and said deliberately: "The beginning of a good thing is half the success. The beginning of our New Year seems not very good."

Song Fei put his phone back in his pocket, as if he was not as sure as he said: "We didn't find out before that it was New Year's Day, so our New Year starts from now on!"

"Okay—" Wang Qingyuan shrugged, and the echo of the echo seemed helpless, but there was a smile in his eyes reads;.

Qi Yan was even more skillful and had piled up the spoils on the "book-made floor shop". He was sitting cross-legged and looking up at his comrades: "What are you waiting for? Let's start!"

No matter how stupid the friends are, they can understand it at this time. One singing and one driving ducks are put on the shelves... The three of you can make a group debut in a tacit understanding!

"No matter what happened, from now on, it is the past tense." Song Fei raised his calcium milk, "Cheer to us a year ago again!"

Ad calcium milk, red bull, boiled water and other different drinks collided in the air with unreal sounds, but the same light of hope flashed in the eyes of people who toast.

"Happy New Year!"

After suppressing for an afternoon, the first class of martial arts students at this time was like a college entrance examination candidate who had been anxious for many days. Let’s go to his mother’s future, I want to spend the summer vacation now!

After drinking a symbolic sip of "wine", everyone neatly opened the bowl of noodles that had been soaked for a long time. In an instant, the smell of old sauerkraut filled the library. The taste was so friendly and familiar, warm and safe, making everyone immersed in it feel that they should be able to live for another five hundred years.

"This is the second festival we have had after something happened." Luo Geng sucked a big mouthful of noodles and swallowed it without chewing it. "No matter what you think, I feel better than last time anyway. At least our team now has more people than last time, and the two vending machines have also been smashed successfully. I haven't met a bastard like last time. So on the next festival, our situation will only get better and better, really."

Qiao Siqi was drinking instant noodles soup, but he became anxious when he heard this and almost burned his tongue: "Why do we have to spend together on the next festival and the next festival? Can't we wait to rescue the whole class to graduate!"

Luo Geng thought about it seriously and nodded: "This proposal is OK."

Qiao Siqi's black line, wtf almost exited.

My comrades laughed in a flash. After all, I only talked about the canteen battle. After all, I can’t stay in the library for long, and the canteen is a must and the only choice.

In fact, the plan has been roughly available, and only some key actions need to be discussed and considered. Because of eating and drinking, everyone is not so serious. They say wherever they think of it, and there is no main line outline. As a result, as they are talking about the decoration of the canteen.

The first thing that was criticized was the outer glass curtain wall, and the hatred of its comrades towards it was simply breaking through the sky. Then there were doors, windows, glass, marble floors, and even town seats. Anyway, there was nothing that could satisfy the friends.

The one who sprayed the most fiercely was definitely Zhou Yilu. Others sprayed based on their feelings. He sprayed based on his major. When Song Fei heard it, he felt a little sympathetic to the place where the students depended for their survival. He simply interrupted and interrupted: "Hey, you are in the Department of Architecture. You should not design building shapes or something in construction. Why do I feel that your knowledge covers the decoration field?"

Zhou Yilu looked at him sideways: "I want to design a building. Who told me to design it? Do you think I can become an architectural designer after graduation? Let me tell you that 10% of the majors can really become designers. The rest are either decoration or civil engineering. This is still good, and I can't find a job to float a lot."

Song Fei felt sad and empathized with him: "We are travel management. Do you think that graduates can let you take care of the scenic spots? It would be great if you can be a tour guide to the tour."

"Do you think we are so pitiful?" Luo Geng sighed, lay down in a large shape, looking at the ceiling in confusion. "From childhood, I have nothing else but study and take the college entrance exam. I have finally gotten into college, and I have to worry about finding a job..."

Song Fei smiled bitterly: "I would rather worry about finding a job now."
Chapter completed!