A subtle ripples appeared in the hearts of my friends. It didn’t look like good things, but I felt excited for no reason!

Classmate Song was shocked and felt that his ex-boyfriend was handsome, but after breaking up, he thought that his ex-boyfriend was a disease, no, he was a terminal illness!

Every time there is a new situation, the friends in Class 1 would sit down to hold a seminar like this, which is accustomed to them. However, the students in Class 2 participated for the first time. The serious, lively, united and tense atmosphere impressed them and benefited a lot. He Zhiwen even asked Class 1 that he borrowed a pen and half a piece of paper. The friends only brought out a small notebook from the supermarket and teared one less, so it was relatively economical whether it was for personal use or borrowing it from outside. I remembered some key points and prepared to go back to give Huang Mo and Fu Xiyuan science popularization.

It was already late at night, and as the temperature gradually lowered, there were no more zombies outside the window.

Four students from Class 2 brought the assigned express delivery points and returned safely along the rope handed down in the class.

The eight friends in Class 1 shook off the cold clothes, made the bed, and washed them. Only Qi Yan fell on the other end and stared at Yu Zisheng's body.

I don’t know when it started, but life related to zombies became Qi Yan’s exclusive field, cleaning and checking abandoned corpses**.

Sighing, Qi Yan walked to the head of the corpse, bent down and reached his hand under the armpit of the corpse, and lifted it upwards. The corpse, which was originally supposed to be only on the upper body, suddenly left the ground. Qi Yan keenly felt the change in weight in his hand. When he looked up, he found that Song Fei opposite had come at some point and was helping him carry the corpse's feet.

"What do you think of me?" Song Fei was amused by Qi Yan's stupid expression and urged, "Let's go."

Qi Yan came to his senses and hurriedly walked towards the window.

Song Fei cooperated with his steps and moved little by little.

A vigorous battle may not necessarily lead to a retreat. The moment of resting and breathing, death follows like a shadow. Yu Zisheng's mutation not only brings a life-long hard battle, but also dare not relax for a moment. He has to tighten his nerves every minute and every second.

Qi Yan didn't know how long they could last, but he hoped that this time would last longer, and longer: "We all have to be fine."

Song Fei shook his head and showed his white teeth: "No, he will."

Qi Yan was stunned and then smiled. His smile was very shallow, but it was gentle to his eyes.

Song Fei turned his face away, only hated that he was not the referee - this kind of smile would force a foul, so he should smile and warn him with a yellow card, and then send off a red card!

The two of them worked together to throw the body out the window. When they closed the window, they heard Qiao Siqi discussing with Zhou Yiluo there—

Qiao Siqi: "Why do I always seduce zombies? Is it more responsible for dressing?"

Monday: "No."

Qiao Siqi: "The lighter the weight, the greater the responsibility?"

Zhou Yilu: "Not it."

Qiao Siqi: "The faster you run, the greater the responsibility?"

Zhou Yilu: "Not even more so. Can you look at the problem and not just look at the surface. We have never been so superficial!"

Qiao Siqi: "What's the reason?"

Monday: "The more wealth, the greater the responsibility."

Qiao Siqi: "..."

Friendly discussions have developed into a ball of embracing, with indecent movements of pounding and tearing in the middle.

Song Fei withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a long time, and whispered: "I think he tripped Qiao Siqi."

Qi Yan thought about it and said ambiguously: "Maybe."

"Yes," Song Fei smiled bitterly, a little embarrassed, "Everyone has left, it doesn't make sense to pursue these things."

Qi Yan grabbed Song Fei who wanted to walk back.

Song Fei raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Qi Yan said quietly: "No matter whether he has tripped Qiao Siqi or not, if Qiao Siqi falls, he doesn't run back, but chooses to save people like you. Perhaps when he climbs the window, he may not meet the zombie, he may not be able to punch back, and may not be infected."

Song Fei shook his head slowly: "Even if he comes again, he will not save Qiao Siqi. In the face of danger, he will give priority to himself. From the dormitory to the supermarket, from the supermarket to the cafeteria, this is how he comes here."

"That's why I said if." Qi Yan looked into Song Fei's eyes and sighed softly, "But there is no if in this world."

In the same desperate situation, in order to survive, some people choose to be cruel and some people choose to be conscience. There is no way to judge which one is more effective, because both can create vitality and contain danger.
Chapter completed!