The next day, fourteen friends began to pack their bags and wipe their weapons, and they took what they should bring and what they should keep.

The radio is still on, and the battery is enough anyway, which has almost become the background sound they have for most of these days.

The Chemistry Class and the new students watched the martial arts class work quietly in the broadcasting cavity that repeated roughly the same content over and over again. They had no expression on their faces, and they seemed to be very calm, but their eyes were unwilling to move away from the martial arts class, as if they could draw more strength by taking a look.

Even if they don't know when this power will gather into unwavering courage.

The suitcase is tidied up by Huang Mo and Lin Dilee. Most of the spaces are placed in warm clothes, and a small part of the spaces are placed in pancakes and jerky. It is said to be pancakes, but in fact it is more like naan. Huang Mo suggested that the moisture should be dried as much as possible, and the shelf life will be extended to facilitate the use of dry food for the sake of use. Jerky is also the same. Choose pigs, cut beef into strips and cook them to drain the water, and then fry them with oil, salt, cumin, etc. until the water in the meat is dried, with the minimum volume and maximum energy. It mainly focuses on storing and filling the hunger, taking into account the flavor and fragrance.

The comrades also had some cakes and jerky in their backpacks, but more space was still used to store water and tools.

When it comes to tools and items, everyone has their own exclusives, such as the flashlight used by Qi Yan, Zhao He's triangular iron, Feng Qibai's flute, He Zhiwen's aircraft; there are also popular products such as ropes and mobile phone chargers. Song Fei and Lin Dilee even recycled the rope with door handles tied to the rooftop, and replaced it with a replacement made of multiple plastic bags to re-wrap it again. Although it is not as strong as the real rope, it is not easy to break through the zombies under countless circles of entanglement.

As for the rope that was pulled down from the roof, the two of them had to use it to climb down, so they could not recover it, so they had to give up. This was a way for the chemistry class and the new students who chose to stay here. If there was an emergency in the kitchen in the future, they could at least climb onto the roof before making plans.

When Huang Mo and Lin Dilee were preparing dry food, whether they were picking meat from the freezer or flour from the warehouse, the chemistry class and the new students did not make any noise. This surprised Huang Mo. You should know that the food rations for fourteen people were prepared, and even if it was only a few days, it was quite considerable.

Huang Mo has even thought of a persuasion strategy of Xiaozhi with reason and emotion to deal with possible protests. After all, the more dry food they took away means less food left.

However, let alone protest, there was no complaint.

When she and Lin Dilee finished all these, spread them open and let them cool down, and started to disassemble them, Wang Shan asked, is it enough?

Lin Dilee didn't have the same meticulous thoughts as Huang Mo. After hearing this question, she immediately replied, "We can't get any more."

Wang Shan didn't expect what answer he answered, and he couldn't help laughing and crying.

Huang Mocai said jokingly, I'm afraid you think we've taken too much.

Wang Shan was stunned and said without thinking, how could it be possible?

Huang Mo was also a little stunned. He and the other party seemed not on the same channel, so he could only explain that after all, he was sitting in the empty space now. We took more, but less left to you.

Wang Shan suddenly realized and smiled bitterly, saying that if the rescue cannot come, no matter how much more things there are, it will be useless. If the rescue can come, it will only be hungry for a few days. Besides, you will take those away, which is not enough for us to eat for a long time.

Indeed, the food rations of fourteen people were distributed to forty-three people, and the consumption rate was multiplied by three times.

Huang Mo understood Wang Shan’s thoughts and thought the conversation would end. Unexpectedly, the other party pondered for a moment and spoke again.

He said, why don’t you think in the opposite direction? When you leave, the cafeteria will lose fourteen mouths to eat. In the long run, you will leave more food to us.

Wang Shan said this word by word, with a bright and clear expression, and a serious and serious expression, which made Lin Dilee, who wanted to tease him not to exaggerate this way, he hesitated, and in the end he didn't dare to speak.

Don’t always think about the problem from the perspective of others. Lei Feng is no longer popular these days, and people will never know if they look back and kill you!

Someone among the new classmates shouted, with a little depressed, helpless, and complained, but more of it was awkward kindness.

Huang Mo and Lin Dilee looked at each other and bent their eyebrows at the same time.

By the evening, the friends were basically packed up their luggage. Only Zhao He and Li Jingyu were still struggling with weapons.

Zhao He was actually fine. He just fell in love with Luo Geng's military sect, but this kind of thing may be the only one in the school, Luo's family has no semicolon. So at Song Fei's suggestion, he settled down and used a whetstone to sharpen the metal chopsticks found on the second floor. Now it's just that the iron pestle has not yet been ground into a needle, and the hero still needs to work hard for an hour.

Li Jingyu was more difficult to deal with - he liked the cast iron cauldron.

Since the last time he angrily smashed the zombie, Li Jingyu has been obsessed with this powerful weapon, thinking that only such a magical object can inspire his small universe.

But you can't just recite the cause if you want to recite it.

Li Jingyu tried several times, not to mention running away, it was hard to carry it and walk away. The last time he beat the zombie was purely a brute force explosion in despair, but it was impossible for people to be in an explosion state at all times.

So I couldn't take it, and I couldn't give it up. I was entangled with Li Jingyu and tortured the martial arts class.

In the end, Song Fei had a sudden inspiration and took out the original shovel from the big pot that had fought side by side with Li Jingyu and stuffed it into the other party's hand. It was called "one shovel in your hand, and the big pot has all, the temperament is the same, and the spirit is forever."

Li Jingyu's eyes lit up, he accepted it happily, and soon danced to develop a tacit understanding of fighting with him.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when Zhao He finished grinding his chopsticks.

Fourteen well-dressed friends looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally their eyes fell on Song Fei.

It was inconvenient to speak out, Song Fei could only wink at the eyes - why is it me?!

Thirteen friends spread their hands together, even the expression of beating was carved out in the same mold - you are the thickest-skinned.

Song Fei was procrastinating for a long time, gritted his teeth and took off the debris bag on the ground, turned around and walked towards the chemistry class and his new classmates.

At this time, the two groups of people were no longer so clearly separated. To be precise, they had gradually gathered together during the day. The friends of the martial arts class knew that this was to make room for them to work, whether it was cooking or tidying, it was convenient to walk back and forth, but now they had finished packing and were about to leave, and only then did they find that the radio was also at the gathering place of the students in the two classes.

Of course, this has nothing to do with the new class of the chemistry class. The radio has been on the shelf closest to the new class these days and is still there, but besides the new class, there is also Thirteen Ron in Chemistry next to it.

Now, Song Fei needs to take it away under the gaze of forty-three pairs of eyes.

What kind of comrades would assign such tasks to another comrade? It's simply inhumane!!!

The shouts exploded in my heart, just like the continuous fireworks during the festival, making Song Fei dizzy.

But the feet had already come to the forty-three people.

The broadcast sound was still ringing above his head. Song Fei forced himself not to see everyone's expressions, quickly reached out to take off the calculator and turned it off quickly.

The kitchen suddenly fell into death silence.

Song Fei couldn't help it and turned to look at the forty-three people.

But when he saw it, he regretted it.

Even if he was mentally prepared, the feeling of watching the light in the eyes of others gradually fading was still hard for Song Fei to resist. He didn't feel that he had done something wrong, but he would also feel guilty of depriving others of hope. The two were so contradictory, but they really coexisted.

But this is not his own business. Song Fei tried hard to ignore the depression in his heart, picked up the radio and returned, and stuffed it into Zhao He's arms.

Zhao He caught it, but looked caught off guard.

Song Fei frowned and had nothing to say to the freshman class of the chemistry class. He still said to Zhao He: "What kind of expression do you have? Don't you keep taking it?"

Zhao He seemed to want to say something, but he stopped talking a few times, and finally sighed heavily and hugged the incoming machine less willingly.

Song Fei found that he was still carrying a bag of miscellaneous items in his hand, so he realized that he had just been rude to take the radio back and forgot about this.

He quickly turned around and returned to the chemistry class and the freshman class, squatted down and took things out of the bag: "Honey, wolfberry, beauty device... we got these from the express delivery point. We almost forgot to put them in the box. It is not convenient to carry them, so we left the cheap ones..."

Subconsciously trying to eliminate the stiff atmosphere caused by taking the radio away, Song Fei tried hard to make his tone sound friendly and lively. But he never dared to raise his head, let alone eye contact.

Wang Shan made a sound.

Song Fei was surprised. Before he could raise his face, he heard Wang Shan say angrily: "Who the hell wants your plasticine?"

By the end of the time, Song Fei was already in mechanical movements, and he was still thinking about the radio, so he didn't pay attention to what was taken out later. After Wang Shan scolded him, he looked at him carefully, but it wasn't that a small bucket of plasticine was so colorful.

Song Fei was also happy.

The second time, the spoils at the express delivery point were not placed too much, and they were all put together in a general way, but I forgot to deal with this thing.

"Satisfied," Song Fei finally dared to look at Wang Shan directly, "I didn't bring you the civil servant's real questions back."

Wang Shan chuckled and glanced at him: "Get out quickly."

Sometimes, the literal meaning is never just the literal meaning.

The thoughts hidden below are full of twists and turns, and the listener already understands.

Turning back to the martial arts class again, Song Fei brewed for a while, and finally said lightly: "Let's go."

I thought my friends were waiting for him to say this, but he finally made up his mind to open his mouth, and the other person's twenty-six legs didn't move.

Everyone's eyes passed by him, looking at the direction he had only been to.

Everyone's faces were very calm, but their eyes were filled with indescribable light.

Song Fei's heart trembled and he slowly turned around.

Wang Shan and many students from the chemistry class looked at them, as if they were going to watch them leave before they could stop. But a small number of students were not staring at them, but on the radio. One of them couldn't even control it. He had already spoken the word "collapse", and was kicked hard by the tiger-backed and bear-waisted classmate who had been entangled with Song Fei in the warehouse before.

The kick was so real that the person who was kicked did not dare to speak out again.

"If you want to leave, hurry up, and you are still waiting for us to send you Qianli." The male classmate who had kicked the person seemed to have not been angry, which was so fierce.

But Song Fei just couldn't get angry.

Not only did I feel so sad, I also felt very sad.

"I have an idea," Huang Mo said suddenly, his voice was very low, so low that the martial arts class could only hear it when they got closer, and hesitated at all, but hesitated, "Well, I'll just say it casually. If you don't like to listen, pretend I didn't say it..."

"I'll just get a word first!" Zhao He interrupted Huang Mo impatiently, and his chest was thrusting and he squeezed the recorder into the center of his friends who were getting together. "Do you have to bring this thing? It's so sank. Anyway, we all know that the motherland is working hard. The motherland is recovering lost ground every day, controlling viruses, restoring heating, and airdropping food. I can't hear flowers even if I listen..."

The radio was put on the ground, and Zhao He simply threw the pick to the end.

"It's okay to take it with me. Anyway, I won't carry it anymore. Whoever you like to carry it... I'll say so much, Huang Mo, you can continue."

Huang Mo couldn't help laughing: "I've told you all."

"Ah?" Zhao He didn't understand.

But it does not prevent his comrades from affirming his high opinion.

Qi Yan: "It's indeed a chess."

Wang Qingyuan: "And it has a very impact on the speed of travel."

Song Fei: "Even if I want to listen again in two days, I can't get a radio in the city. Maybe there is one person there now, so we can just listen."

Feng Qibai: "Then throw it here?"

He Zhi asked: "Take it."
To be continued...