By the time of supper, the smart little landmine of ice and snow was able to master the heat well. Although it was still a little busy, the two dishes and soup that were presented in the end made the male students in Wushen Class 1 burst into tears. I wonder if they were inspired, but with the high level of the small landmine, the rice week's technology has also improved by leaps and bounds. Not only is it no longer mixed, it can even be considered soft and glutinous, and each grain is fragrant.

Sweet and sour tenderloin that is appetizing.

Salty, fresh and rich braised eggplant strips.

Clear and bright winter melon shrimp soup.

With a bowl of crystal clear white rice or chewy steamed buns - under the bombardment of Luo, who loves pasta, Mi Rice Zhou had to pull out a frozen steamed bun from the freezer and stuff it into the rice steamer to heat it - what else do you want!

Eight people sat in a small circle around the food. Before they could move their chopsticks, they were already fascinated by the fragrance of the dishes. This fragrance not only came from the finished product in front of them, but also scattered from the heat during the cooking process. It still did not dissipate, strongly stimulating everyone's taste buds.

"If you don't plan to make a speech or something, I'll start eating?" Qiao Siqi, who swallowed countless saliva, could no longer bear it. He had to fly out to find food several times.

Luo Geng bit a big bite of steamed bun, stretched out his chopsticks and took away three eggplant strips. Before his friends blinked, he picked up a large piece of tenderloin with another chopstick. His hand speed was beyond the human category.

Qiao Siqi's black line, he asked extra questions!

With the huge power of role models, everyone is not polite. For a moment, sixteen chopsticks are flying up and down and enjoying themselves, eating them so hard that they can sway the wind and clouds.

Dong.

By the time we were halfway through, everyone's speed had basically slowed down, and they couldn't stand it even if they were always grunting, so the muffled sound in the kitchen gradually became particularly clear.

All the friends holding their jobs froze.

Dong, Dong.

Two more sounds!

Song Fei suddenly stood up, ran to the westmost window a few steps, quietly opened the gaps in the venetian blinds and looked out secretly.

He was ready to face the ferociousness. Unexpectedly, there were no zombies outside the window, only a familiar white radish, tied to the end of a rope tied up from several plastic bags, and was kissing their windows as the rope swayed.

As the night begins to fall, the lights from the blinds are shrouded in the dark white radish.

Song Fei's tense nerves relaxed, and he got into the blinds speechlessly, opened the window sash slightly, quickly poked his head out, pressed his voice to the top, and asked, "What's the matter--" After asking, he quickly retracted and closed the window and locked it.

The above seemed to be stunned for a moment before whispering: "Look at the carrot!"

Through the window, the sound was even more ethereal, but Song Fei kept sticking his ears to the crack of the window, and he caught them all. He immediately looked at the fat white radish again, and then he found that this piece of paper was stuffed between the plastic bag rope that tied the radish in the waist and the tied radish.

Song Fei opened the window twice, stretched out his arms and took the radish and quickly took off the paper slip. After locking the window again, he exited the blinds. He opened the small paper slip with the light. He saw that the above words were densely filled with words. First, there were two lines of large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes, which were crossed out for some reason. Below were clear and beautiful small characters-

Song Fei pondered for a moment, then raised the note, trying to identify the large black stripes that had been marked as almost unrecognizable to his father, and finally recognized them one by one under the light. Of course, this is also related to the font style of the writer himself. The dragons and phoenixes danced extremely boldly, and no matter how cruel the smeared, it could not suppress its unrestrained evil spirit.

"What are you looking at?"

The friends saw Song Fei standing at the window and turning it on, and now they looked at a strange note and asked naturally.

"It seems that I smell our food upstairs, and I want to share some food." The general notes of the students in Class 2 are not difficult to understand, but Song Fei hasn't figured out some of the details, so he casually said to his friends without looking back and continued to look at the notes.

The seven people exchanged their eyes and their mood was a little subtle.

It is logical that my classmates have asked for it, and it is understandable to share some things. But after all, today is different from the past. You can have a little one today, and you can have a little one tomorrow, and you can have a month or two. Do you give it or not? And since you want something, you have to say something polite. If you smell it, please give it to us. Isn’t it too unfair to treat yourself as an outsider?

After a few twists and turns, Qi Yan found that Song Fei was still standing there, and he was puzzled: "Just say a few words, don't have to look for that long."

"Whoever says only two words?"

“…”

Song Fei frowned and walked over and handed the note to Qi Yan: "I have been serious and very literary."

Qi Yan took the note and browsed it quickly. Seeing that other students were curiously ready, he simply handed the letter to Li Jingyu: "You can translate it."

As the most authoritative writer in Wushen Class 1, Li Jingyu lived up to expectations, pondered at the notes over and over again, spoke, was low and soothing, and was full of emotion—

"In this evening when the lights are on, a fragrance awakens our confusion. The rich aroma of the meal comes with the wind, making our minds rippling and infinite yearning. I am willing to use our seaweed to exchange for a little bit of your leftovers and cold soup, so let the exotic flavor add icing on the cake for your dinner. We can also miss our home-cooked dishes in a kind home-cooked meal. If you agree, please tap the small window with carrots. We will never forget this kind of kindness of helping us in time!"

Li Jingyu's tail sound dissipated in the empty kitchen, and his seven pairs of eyes slowly looked at Song Fei.

The latter spread his hands: "I've said it a long time ago, I just wanted to ask us to order food."

The comrades-in-arms black line: "What you said is just two letters!"

The students in Class 2 did not ask for it for nothing, but planned to exchange food for food. They didn't want to take advantage of it at all, and the letter was written in a simple way. When they thought that these six students would continue to have a long and single exotic taste in the future, the comrades in Class 1 suddenly burst into infinite sympathy.

The application for barter was approved, and the ticket was passed. Song Fei pulled the carrot here and knocked on the window, and Lin Dilei filled the vegetables and soup over there. Soon, the seaweed rice was hung down and the home-cooked dishes were hung up. It was fair and reasonable, and the two were happy.

Close the window, Song Fei walked back with a bun of seaweed, but unexpectedly stepped on the snow water left during the snow fight, and his center of gravity was unstable and he fell forward to the ground!

With a bang.

Song Fei felt that his chest muscles were about to be knocked apart by the ground.

The seaweed rice was thrown away and two meters away. Fortunately, the bag was tied tightly and did not cause serious consequences.

Qiao Siqi quickly got up... picked up the seaweed and made a bun of rice.

Qi Yan walked over Johns, walked to Song Fei and squatted down to help him: "It's okay."

Song Fei grinned in pain, and was about to say a few words of sympathy when his eyes suddenly flashed. He pulled Qi Yan's hand away, and Song Fei lay down on the spot and rubbed against the shelf next to him, and his face pressed on the ground to look at the gap under the shelf.

Qi Yan was confused and just wanted to ask, when he saw Song Fei get up and run to Zhou Yilu, asking, "Where are you a gun?"

Zhou Yilu was drinking soup and almost sprayed it out. After a long time, he realized that he was asking about the sushi gun. He quickly found the long gun for the ancestor and submitted it.

Song Fei didn't say anything nonsense, took the gun and ran back to the storage rack to lie down, stretched the slender metal pole into the gap, and swept it across!

A black ** was scratched and pulled out.

Qi Yan picked up the **, thought for a moment, and a surprise flashed in his eyes: "Where is the TV outside?"

Song Fei nodded vigorously: "It must be!"

There are two TVs in the lobby on the first floor of the school cafeteria, which are set up in two and a half areas respectively. Every time the meal time is at the time of dining, it will start magically. Usually, either the Central News Channel or the Central One. The TVs are hung high on the load-bearing column. Unless you step on the table, ordinary students can only look up from a distance, and they cannot reach out to play, let alone mix the TV.

Since most students who eat in restaurants will deliberately or unintentionally ignore this positive energy, over time, they will integrate the TV and the walls in their spiritual space. This is why, until they discovered that Song Fei and the others remembered that there is a TV in the canteen!

Everyone became excited, and their hearts, which were almost dead due to the disconnection of the Internet, signal and landline, rekindled the fireworks of hope.

"You said," Song Fei tried to calm his voice, "Will the country broadcast news or warnings on TV for such a large-scale catastrophic virus infection?"

This is a subtle and even somewhat sensitive issue.

The friends didn't know how to answer for a moment. They were not angry young people, nor were they 50 cents, so they couldn't stand firmly and said firmly, "I will, or I will not."

"I think it will." Song Fei asked and answered, with a persistent light in his eyes, "So I want to take a gamble."

The comrades understood that he was going to rush out and turn on the TV in the hall, risking his life and gamble on their country.

On the 18th day when the corpse tide broke out before waiting for any rescue.

"I'll go with you." Qi Yan suddenly said, "Information transparency is the primary step in fighting this kind of mass crisis. I'll bet with you."

Song Fei looked at him in disbelief, his throat was a little dry. It took him a long time to say: "What should I do if I lose the bet?"

Qi Yan thought about it very seriously and gave a firm answer: "Then I will not let you go if I become a ghost."

Song Fei: “…”

"Are you two showing us your life and death?" Lin Dilee angrily inserted between the two, "We didn't say we didn't gamble. But we can't force ourselves, we need to have a strategy!"

Five minutes later, the kitchen door of the first floor that had never been opened since rushing in, gently opened a gap. The doorkeeper's movements were extremely light and quiet, and there was almost no sound. A half-closed eye behind the gap was looking at the hall with caution.

The moonlight shone in from the floor-to-ceiling window, making the hall in the dark a layer of dark mist. The hall was silent, but it was a kind of tranquility containing danger. The eyes blinked frequently behind the gap, and finally gradually adapted to the darkness. The next second, the owner of the eyes suddenly covered his mouth and pressed the sound of a cold gas deep in his throat.

The hall was covered with zombies!

They were crowded in chaos, and their huge number made the entire hall look like the subway car during the morning rush hour. The expressionless faces were filled with a cold blue light in the moonlight, and their slightly opened mouths seemed to be waiting to eat their prey at all times.

The gap quietly closed and the lock was locked. Song Fei slid against the door to the ground, feeling his legs were still weak.

Zombies are not scary, but such dense and terrifying scenes are still very impactful. Those who do not have dense phobia are afraid that they will be caught out of this disease.

"It's all in the hall," Song Fei said incoherently, and then continued, "Aren't you unable to see zombies outside these two days? You've all gone to the hall."

Wang Qingyuan: "The whole hall?"

Song Fei: "Full Dangdang."

Friends are silent, don’t have to watch it. Just replace the spectacular scene of the cafeteria lined up for lunch on Monday to wait for dinner with a zombie version, just replace it with the magnificent scene of the cafeteria lined up for lunch on Monday.

"Can you continue?" Li Jingyu asked.

"Yes," Song Fei nodded, "Old way, you can attack the east and the west."

Zhou Yilu frowned: "If there were so many zombies, we might have to close the window before we could attract half of them, so you still couldn't rush out."

"There must be a way to attract zombies for a long time..." Song Fei murmured to himself, falling into deep thought.

The second floor of the canteen, with Korean food and kitchen.

Fu Xiyuan: "Hey, how much have you eaten? I will grab the last bite!"

Zhao He: "The only way to break the martial arts in the world is to be fast."

Fu Xiyuan: "Get out."

Wu Zhou: "How could there be such a beautiful and virtuous girl? Which man wants to marry her and die happily in this life."

Feng Qibai: "I think we Huang Mo is not bad either."

He Zhiwen: "Height alone is already losing a lot."
To be continued...