Before, Zhao He vaguely felt that Qi Yan and Song Fei were both weird. There were no specific examples to prove that kind of monster. It was a feeling, a pure manly and simple feeling.

Now, this feels even stronger.

The person upstairs was very considerate. Seeing that he couldn't figure it out for a long time, he volunteered: "Hey, don't bother, I'll tell you directly..."

"No!" Zhao He instinctively refused, asking himself, he really didn't want to know so carefully.

But after this toss, he felt that his body had recovered some heat. He was moved and inspired by Qi Yan, and his heart was just warmed up. As a result, after a few rounds of "kind conversation" with Song Fei, his limbs and bones were filled with blood.

Sure enough, positive energy is brave and negative energy is endless.

"Zhao He!" He Zhiwen, who had been listening quietly, always felt that he would not speak out anymore. The classmate wanted to bully the two evil spirits in Class 1 to death. Moreover, he did not agree with Zhao He's practice of sleeping in the apple tree, which was just a joke about his life.

The call of the old friend made Zhao He feel warm and tears filled his eyes: "Xiao He——"

"They are really amazing, far beyond your imagination. I believe them, and you believe me once. Don't say a word later. Let us lure the zombies here, hurry back to the cafeteria!"

"..." After a long battle between heaven and man, Zhao He gritted his teeth: "Finish!"

He didn't believe in Song Fei, who was full of trains, and always believed in the simple and honest He Zhiwen. Although he didn't know what kind of battle these three people fought in the Gewu Building and what kind of strength Song Fei and Qi Yan showed, He Zhiwen's words such as "very powerful" and "far beyond imagination" were so heartfelt that he could hear his sincerity and firmness from the air.

The cold wind blew, and the cold face felt as if something was touched gently.

Zhao He adjusted his breathing and calmed down, slowly letting his sense of presence fade and turning into a thick apple branch.

Without more communication, He Zhiwen has understood the sudden silence. He may not have enough combat power to Song Qi and his physical strength is inferior to Zhao He, but he also has a sincere dedication to his comrades-

"Hey! We're here! Look here!!!"

He Zhiwen's voice was very loud, and he could hear that he was trying his best.

However, until his tail sound dissipated in the distant sky, there was no movement on the apple tree at all.

Zhao He felt that even if a zombie ran over, his comrades would be considered successful. But, there was no. Even the hideous face that was originally excited to Zhao He also dimmed, his eyes gradually became empty, his expression became confused, and his sixty-nine heads were alive to form a large group picture - [Indifferent jpg].

Zhao He sighed, "Telebrating the enemy also requires talent." He wanted to tell He Zhiwen, if it doesn't work, don't force it.

But he is now trying to make the zombies treat him as a branch, so it is really inconvenient to speak.

Fortunately, the student He upstairs carried forward the spirit of his predecessors in doing experiments. If this material doesn’t work, just try it. Soon, the slight restraint and shy singing replaced the roar.

"Can you give me time to a song?~Tightly turn that hug into forever~~You don't have to be afraid of insomnia in my arms~~If you want to forget, I can lose my memory~~"

There was a rustling commotion under the tree.

Obviously, the song is more tempting than shouting. I don’t know if it’s because of the zombies’ instincts, or because they have developed musical sentiments by their preys.

Finally, some zombies began to turn around and walk towards the bottom of the window where the three of them were.

There is one, there is two, and there is two, there is three.

However, the number of departure speeds is far from enough!

The zombies were as if they were not sure whether it was prey or clouds there. They walked around with the mentality of going casually, and even more so after hesitation, they resolutely chose to stay. Zhao He wanted to cry for this firm love. What's more serious is that if he had been so efficient, he might not have been able to leave cleanly at dawn...

"Can you give me time to have a song~~"

"I'm sorry, I can't do it anymore. Zhao He will fall down like an apple in another song, and it's not Newton standing under the tree."

Song Fei had no choice but to interrupt, and asked him to go up.

It was a very difficult decision, and it seemed like he could sing a few lines of songs, but the situation was urgent and he could no longer be modest-

"I don't have money~~I'm shameless~ I just want to give me a little bit of her tenderness~~I don't have money~~I'm shameless~ I just want to give me a little bit of her love~~~"

As soon as Song Fei's dynamic rhythm started, the commotion under the apple tree suddenly became fierce. After the two lines were finished, the zombies scattered and chose their favorite way to run towards the Gewu Tower. There were small steps and fast frequency, large steps and steady rhythm, some rushing around, and some who liked to circle around in circles. In short, in less than ten seconds, the apple tree was empty.

If it weren't for the distance too far, Zhao He would definitely give Song Fei a thumbs up, two!

The opportunity was not missed, Zhao He immediately mobilized all the muscles of his body and prepared to climb down the tree. But after trying several times, he suddenly found that his body was out of control. It seemed that his brain and body were separated into different spaces. The former lost the command of the latter. He clearly wanted to move his arms and legs, but the arms and legs were not moving at all.

He was shocked and Zhao He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He tried again, but it still couldn't work. His body seemed to be stiffened into wood, his blood was blocked, his nerves were necrotic, and he was left with only one head in his body, and he could think and rotate a little.

"Zhao He, what are you waiting for if you haven't run away-"

During the break of singing, Song Geshen did not forget to pay attention to him.

But such attention made Zhao He even more embarrassed. It was not that he didn't want to move, but that he really couldn't move anymore. Just as his face, which was frozen, could no longer feel the coldness of the night wind, his body was also frozen!

Zhao He became scared. Although he tried his best to suppress it, the out-of-control thriller and powerless despair were so fierce that it covered him.

"Zhao He," He Zhiwen also urged anxiously, "You run away quickly-"

Zhao He wanted to respond, but his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound. Besides, what could he respond? Could it be that he couldn't move? How could he be with his comrades working so hard to help him seduce the enemy?

"I understand, are you reluctant to let it go!" Song Fei's sudden enlightenment came, full of confidence.

Zhao He was confused.

He Zhiwen was stunned faster than him: "What can I bear to give up?"

"I can't bear to leave the zombies under the tree. After all, I've been together for so long, so it's not surprising that fallinlove." Song Fei said with a considerate tone of "I understand everything" and "Brother is an old driver", but then the tone changed, "Zhao He! You wake up! People are disgusting--"

If Song Fei was a member of the zombie army, Zhao He thought, would his comrades bit him to death, or would he beat him first and then bit him to death? This is really a question that will make people extremely happy just by looking forward.

He Zhi asked: "Ah, he moved, he went down the tree!"

Song Fei: "What I said is that I value emotions too much."

Zhao He: "..."

If he couldn't see this guy being defeated, he would die with his eyes open! His frozen body suddenly came to his senses, but he was terminally ill. When he thought that this guy was still showing off, he could sit up in a dying state, looking forward to it for another ten years!

The moment his feet landed on the ground, Zhao He looked back at the three figures on the floor with a full of attachment, especially the one who waved his hand and looked at the most, and wanted to carve the silhouette in his heart. At the end, he turned around and hid in the vast night quickly!

Qi Yan, who had not made any sound for a long time, watched Zhao He's figure no longer visible. Then he turned around and sat down against the wall. He was stunned for two seconds. He felt as if he knew it, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Even so, in the halo of the flashlight, his expression was still calm, and he was a little abnormal.

"Are you okay?" Song Fei asked worriedly.

Qi Yan shook his head, closed his eyes tiredly, but his hands were still holding the gun tightly.

Song Fei suddenly became scared. In fact, he didn't know what he was afraid of, but his intuition told him that he couldn't let Qi Yan go like this. In desperation, he simply reached out to grab the gun.

Qi Yan suddenly opened his eyes and stretched his legs and kicked!

Qi Yan was sitting and Song Fei was sitting, but in fact it was a face-to-face position. Qi Yan kicked Song Fei directly in the stomach!

Song Fei didn't expect his stress response to be so strong. He was kicked in real pain and almost shouted out. He didn't care about snatching the gun and hugged Qi Yan's leg directly, for fear that he would kick again.

The moment Qi Yan kicked Song Fei's stomach, he saw the face in front of him clearly, his heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to retract his legs. However, the person who was kicked was so strong that he would not let him move any longer.

Qi Yan simply ignored his legs. His annoyance and heartache made him rush to his tone: "Why are you snatching the gun!"

Song Feizhen felt that she was even more resentful than Dou E: "You have been half dead, don't I want you to be spiritual!"

Qi Yan's black line: "You can try running back and forth for five hours, your energy is not as good as mine."

"I'm not talking about energy, it's psychology. Your mental state is wrong now!" Song Fei was almost anxious, but the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't mess up. He tried to make his words sound tempting, "Qi Yan, we are safe now, you don't have to keep that string on your fingers anymore. You have to let yourself relax completely. Do you understand what I mean?"

Qi Yan was stunned, didn't say anything, and did nothing else, just looked at him quietly.

Song Fei asked him to see it. If he hadn't hugged his legs, he wouldn't even mind sticking it in front of him and letting him see it: "I'm safe. He Zhiwen and I have come out of the elevator. The radio is just above several floors. If the three of us are lucky, they might be successful at once. It's like rushing to the supermarket, library, and cafeteria."

Song Fei no longer remembered when he was so gentle to Qi Yan, but if Qi Yan didn't mind, he wanted to be gentle like this.

"What you have to do now is not to think about anything, relax completely, and have a good night's sleep."

Qi Yan blinked, and his lips finally moved slightly.

Song Fei's eyes lit up, and then he heard Qi Yan's voice: "What you have to do now is to loosen my thighs."

"..." God, it's really hard to stick to gentleness with this guy!!!

Throwing away her long legs, Song Fei's butt rubbed her back two meters, firmly setting a distance.

Qi Yan took back his legs that were left with the warmth of embracing, and looked at Song Fei leisurely. In his eyes that had been too calm and calm, a faint smile finally appeared, with Qi Yan's unique teasing meaning that makes people feel annoyed.

Song Fei glanced at him, but his heart slowly let go. The normal Qi Yan came back. Although it was annoying, it was better to be familiar, annoying and down-to-earth.

"Is your stomach okay?" Qi Yan was still worried and asked directly.

Song Fei realized that he was still injured. He rubbed his hands twice in anger and said, "I'll try kicking you and you'll know."

Qi Yan suddenly spread his arms and posed for a welcome gesture.

Song Feijiong: "You tried your best to save me. Don't say one kick, even ten kicks, I have to bear it."

Qi Yan was silent again, but this time he stared at Song Fei tightly, with many emotions surging in his eyes, hot and strong.

Song Fei was stared in a little embarrassed. Somehow, he remembered the dampness of his hands, as if his palms were not dry yet.

He Zhiwen had been watching secretly for a long time when pretending that he did not exist. To be precise, from the time Song Fei and Qi Yan met with a secret code, no, from when Song Fei said that Qi Yan would definitely get the radio, he silently looked at the pair of friends with an envious and fascinated attitude. Then when Qi Yan sacrificed himself to save him, Song Fei proudly said that Qi Yan could defeat the whole world, but he could defeat Qi Yan. Then, Song Fei was obviously worried about Qi Yan's mental state, and Qi Yan clearly regretted kicking Song Fei, but the two of them still had to choke. Isn't this the best bad friend to love and kill each other!

He thought that there was such a brother who closed the door and fought each other, opened the door and fought side by side!

"What time is it?" Qi Yan lowered his eyes and gave up.

In fact, Song Fei didn't say anything at all, but it was precisely because of this that he didn't say anything, which made him suddenly feel very tired and even doubted whether his persistence was necessary.

The flash of shaking in the other party's eyes made Song Fei's heart tremble, and he had a vague premonition, but his hand still cooperated with Qi Yan's question to touch his phone.
To be continued...