The two beauties fight the zombies suddenly and retracted neatly, but they were just a cool moment. They were only enough for the male students to run up the second floor, but they were far from warming the bath water. So the comrades had enough time to review and analyze this tragedy that should not have happened... and this indescribable scene.

Kuang Ye: "TV cabinet..."

Lin Dilee: "I did it."

Fu Xiyuan: "Jigsaw puzzle..."

Lin Dilee: "I did it too."

Luo Geng: "Deadly Attack..."

Huang Mo: "This is me."

Zhao He: "Where did you get the bone-clearing knife..."

Huang Mo: "Keep confidential."

Song Fei: "No, no one is curious about this bed that is very weird no matter how you look at it!"

Mavison: "Don't change the subject, how did you two check the room?"

Qi Yan: "That's what I think. Should I find some pots and pans to continue before the leaked water soaks all the floor?"

All comrades: "..."

Qiao Siqi: "Damn! My dad must kill me!!!"

The bed was replaced by Qiao Siqi afterwards, but the floor was owned by the landlord, and the lease contract was signed by Mr. Qiao and the landlord. Once something happened, Mr. Qiao would definitely know it as soon as possible. Even Qiao Siqi can figure out the process now-

What? My son soaked your floor?

right.

My Feng Shui fish tank is broken?

No, the water bed leaked.

That's fine...what! That bastard bought a water bed?!

——This is simply a disastrous follow-up story.

So for the next hour, the comrades in the martial arts class did nothing else, including the little landmine and Huang Banxian, gathered in Qiao's bedroom, holding various water containers. The 12th shift of the martial arts class was in two shifts. The 1st shift was full, and the 2nd shift was replaced. After the former rushed to the bathroom and dumped it back, he handed over the shift again, and repeated the shift.

Originally, there were not eight water leaks on the water bed, but later I found that the water release speed was too slow. Student Qiao waved his arm and it was scrapped anyway. How to do it? How to do it? Friends with back pain were so happy that they were sore and stabbed it so happily.

After the water was released, it was dark.

The exhausted friends returned to the downstairs and sat in the living room, resting while watching the blood on the wall and the ground...

"Jonhs," Song Fei looked at the red and white walls thoughtfully, "The whole country is in chaos. If you can survive, you will survive. Are you sure the landlord will still care about being soaked on the floor?"

"Confirm," Qiao Siqi hesitated at all. "Maybe I won't care at the beginning, but when everything returns to normal, I will definitely settle the accounts after the fall."

Song Fei narrowed his eyes: "If that's the case..."

"Hmm?" Qiao Siqi's breathing tightened, and he always felt that something unknown was about to happen again.

"We still have to rub the floor and rub the wall."

"..." It's indeed very unknown!

There were wailing sounds everywhere in the living room, but when I thought that even if the landlord didn't pursue it, I would have fought hard to build this harbor of my home. I had to live there for a while. The bloodstains and the mess in the room were indeed heartbreaking.

Well, all the zombies have been beaten, so I will come to clean up the scene.

I cleaned up the house in one go, took a shower and changed my clothes, and went to Qiao Siqi's closet to buy it - of course, I was the other half of the space I had not been hiding by the zombies - all the dust settled, it was almost ten o'clock at night.

The rain finally started to fall, and the rapid raindrops hit the windows, not like late winter, but like early summer.

The male students in the martial arts class were nestled on the sofa in the living room and waited for feeding. If they didn't get a seat, they moved the coffee table away and sat on the carpet underneath.

Song Fei played light music on his mobile phone, cheerful and gentle, closed his eyes and listened as if he was back to his carefree childhood.

It turned out that the local music library of the class cadres was not all crazy - a few sleepy comrades were thinking aimlessly in their gradually lazy consciousness.

The backs in the open kitchen are Lin Dilee and Huang Mo. They are almost busy, and the fragrance of the dish is floating around with the notes.

A long-lost, pleasant night.

No need to sneak through the moon, no plan ahead, no need to be wary of zombies, just like countless nights lying on the bed in the dormitory, sleeping heartlessly, snoring like a comfortable pig.

"It's time to eat--"

With a call, he called back the sleeping, squinting, awake but also empty.

Instinctively looking in the sound, Lin Dilee and Huang Mo, who were holding fragrant food under the warm light, were as beautiful as this hard-won peaceful night.

"Just this extravagant meal, I have to save some food later."

Sixteen friends sat or stood, and circled the dining table in a circle of uneven heights. They were struck with sharp dishes, and more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks went down, and they saw the bottom in an instant.

Gorgeously, comrades heard the reminder of the small landmine.

He Zhiwen swallowed a big mouthful of food and finally made a sound: "Sixteen people eat four dishes and one soup is called luxury!"

"It's four 'basins' dishes and one 'pot' soup." Lin Dilee wanted to knock on his head angrily, but when she got to her, she unconsciously changed to pinching her face. Although He had lost weight a little while ago, the round face felt invincible.

"Just speak well, why do you need to get started..."

He Zhiwen, who felt that he had taken advantage of it but could not be sure whether he was suffering or not, muttered to himself, and did not dare to act rashly again and was stunned to eat.

"Save food in the refrigerator, how long can I eat it?" Wang Qingyuan finally asked a serious question.

Lin Dilee looked at Huang Mo.

The latter thought for a while: "Add to our leftover jerky, two boxes of instant noodles and the whole bag of unopened expired flour, it will take half a month."

Mavison: "It's only half a month?!"

Qiao Siqi: "What do you think we are sixteen mouths."

Song Fei: "Well, no one cares about another bag of expired flour..."

Qiao Siqi: "I bought it."

Mavison: "Why buy expired flour?"

Qiao Siqi: "... Of course it did not expire when I bought it!!!"

After a meal, my comrades finally knew what the prospects for survival were.

Thanks to the bag of flour that was originally intended to be used to learn to steam buns so that I could show my pasta-loving flour to my father when I went home during the summer vacation, but in the end the winter vacation was about to come and the flour was not opened. Although it expired, it was not long after the expiration date, and after opening the bag, it was as white as frost and there was no sign of moisture or mold. This was a real staple food. Otherwise, it would be difficult to support the sixteen flowers of the motherland for a long time with the fish, meat and eggs in the refrigerator.

But half a month is not long.

"Let's see it then," Qi Yan said while helping to clean up the dishes, "If it really doesn't work, I can only go to the airdrop to find supplies."

Zhao He frowned: "The question is where is the airdrop point?"

Fu Xiyuan reminded him: "Didn't you see it outside the community during the day? It's in that direction, not far away."

"Location of the exact location of the airdrop is not a problem," He Zhiwen kept in mind the scene of the airdrop at noon. "At the height and direction of the plane, we can see it when we stand in front of the kitchen window. The fatality is how to pass."

Kuang Ye: "We have all broken out of the university town. The airdrop point in front of us is a little bit!"

Mavison: "Who gives you the confidence..."

Kuang Ye: "You."

Mavison: "Ah?"

Kuang Ye: "As soon as I see you, you feel that you are very positive and fearless and stand tall."

Ma Weisen: "...Second leader, do you care about the campus Lingba!"

Seeing that the collective cohesion was about to fall apart after eating and drinking, the cadres of the Song squad quickly slammed everyone to find Duke Zhou.

Qiao Siqi's five bedrooms and two living rooms are all available in the other rooms except his own bedroom. It was not so complete, but later the whole class came to "study meetings", and as soon as it was held, it took only one day and one night, and gradually it was all set.

However, now, the master bedroom has become the worst place. The water mattress is completely scrapped, and the hard bed frame is left, so you can only use the floor.

In the end, two girls were in one room, three musketeers in the sports courtyard, Qiao Siqi, Zhou Yilu, Luo Geng, Kuang Ye, Song Fei, Qi Yan, Ma Weisen, He Zhiwen, Feng Qibai, Wang Qingyuan, and Li Jingyu.

There is no compulsory rule for anyone sleeping with whom, so I like it. I can combine freely and squeeze three and three, and four. Of course, there are also Song Fei, Qi Yan, who is unwilling to penetrate the middle, and Ma Weisen, who would rather be a kilowatt light bulb than hold a sense of security.

The rain gradually became smaller, less urgent and less urgency, and more quiet and gentle.

Song Fei closed his eyes, but heard it clearly.

He can't sleep.

On an exhausted day, he should have fallen asleep, but he was very awake and didn't even feel sleepy. He couldn't even feel tired, and his body seemed to suddenly become as light as his soul, and was gradually floating up from the bed.

"Can't sleep?"

The hand that was placed on his waist suddenly hugged him lightly.

Song Fei was in a trance for a moment, and his body, which was floating upward, seemed to fall back to the bed, and he was unprecedentedly at ease.

"Yeah." After responding softly, Song Fei leaned into Qi Yan's arms again.

Without any notice, Wilson, who was a few centimeters away from the class cadres, was sleeping soundly, snoring and hitting each other, with a sonorous rhythm.

Qi Yan bit his ear and blew hot air inside: "Go to the living room."
To be continued...