Chapter 143:

The voice from the recording pen is very loud. Even if the cafeteria is noisy, the people around can still hear it clearly, but most people don't care much about it.
Zhan Beitian frowned. The sound from the recording pen seemed to be Zhuang Ziyue.
Immediately afterwards, the voice recorder heard Mu Yifan's doubtful voice: "What's the matter?"
"You ..." The voice recorder again heard the man's voice before, but after a mere "you", he paused for a long time.
Just when everyone thought there was no following, the man's voice revived: "Are you a zombie?"
This remark was like a bomb, and everyone around him was shocked to hear the sound in the recording pen.
what?
Mu Yifan is a zombie?
Others who didn't hear the recording, but heard the buzzing surprise, turned to look at the person who heard the recording: "What's noisy over there? Has something happened?"
Zhanbei lowered his face and walked in front of Rong Xue, took the recording pen in Rong Xue's hand, then turned off the recording pen, and whispered, "What's going on with this recording pen?"
Xiang Guo suppressed the surprise in her heart and followed Zhan Beitian to walk past.
Rong Xue looked at Zhan Beitian innocently: "This recording pen is not mine, how can I know what is going on."
"who?"
Rong Xue looked at his face.
Zhan Beitian's cold eyes turned to his face.
Face looked blank: "This recording pen is not mine either."
The person who saw the recording pen fall off his face said, "If it's not yours, why would this recording pen fall out of your pants pocket?"
"This ... this ..." Yan Yan anxiously, "I don't know what happened, this recorder is really not mine."
Other people who were eating dinner noticed the movement over Zhan Beitian and quietly asked what was going on. It didn't take long for everyone to hear from the recording pen whether Mu Yifan had passed through the canteen. .
"Mu Yifan is a zombie?" Someone wondered, "Impossible? If he were a zombie, he would have bitten us long ago."
"I also don't think he looks like a zombies. If zombies, everyone in our team would have become zombies, but until now, no one has become zombies because of being scratched.
Mu Yifan, who was cooking, did not know what had happened. When he returned from cooking, he found that everyone saw him immediately, and jumped away five steps away, making him sweaty.
Then, he saw a group of people in Zhan Beitian standing in the middle of the cafeteria: "What are you doing? Why not go to work?"
The team around Zhan Beitian saw Mu Yifan come over, and quickly backed away a few steps.
Although everyone does not believe Mu Yifan is a zombie, but for the sake of safety, they dare not get too close to Mu Yifan.
When Zhan Beitian saw Mu Yifan, his face eased a lot: "Nothing, you go to eat first."
Mu Yifan looked at the people around in doubt, and took the meal to the usual sitting position to eat.
As soon as he left, Zhan Beitian's sharp eyes quickly swept through the crowd, and he said coldly: "If anyone in the team messes up the things just now, pack up and leave."
Everyone was scared to say nothing.
Tossed them back to the country: "Let's go to dinner."
The people dispersed quickly.
The face was still standing still, and his face pale: "Major battle, I ..."
Zhan Beitian glanced at her coldly, and went straight to the country to cook with no words.
Returning to the meal, Rongmu watched her daughter embarrassedly standing in the middle of the cafeteria, and came over and asked, "Yan Yan, why don't you go to cook?"
Seeing his mother's caring face, his face suddenly turned red, and he choked with a choke, "Mom!"
Seeing her always strong daughter crying, Rongmu couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
She quickly put the meal on the table next to her, and hugged her daughter: "Yan Yan, why are you crying? Who bullied you? Tell your mom, Mom will help you get justice."
Yan Yan sucked her nose and grieved, "Mom, that recording pen is really not mine."
Rongmu sweated, "What recording pen?"
Seeing that Rongmu didn't know anything about her face, she quickly wiped her eyes: "No ... it's okay, Mom, I'm not feeling well, I'll go back to the room to rest."
"Huh? Yan Yan!" Rongmu saw that Yan Yan turned her head and left the cafeteria, anxiously chasing after the meal.
Xiang Guo, who was cooking, saw his face running away from the cafeteria, and frowned: "Boss, that recording pen may not really be beautiful."
However, how to explain why this recording pen fell out of the face pants pocket.
Zhan Beitian glanced at him, and walked towards Mu Yifan with the meal he had brought.
Mu Yifan, who was sitting at the table and eating, found that the people around him were weird, and he was sitting far away from him, and his eyes were strange.
However, when he looked at them, they immediately lowered their heads to eat, which made him feel inexplicable.
At this time, Zhan Beitian sat down beside him.
Mu Yifan whispered quickly: "What's wrong today? I think the atmosphere is a bit wrong."
"What's wrong? Eat fast." Zhan Beitian put a piece of meat from his bowl into his bowl.
Mu Yifan saw that everyone didn't look over again, didn't say anything, lowered his head and quickly dried the rice in the bowl.
After eating, Zhan Beitian returned Mu Yifan to his room, and then came down to Xiang Guo's room.
Seeing Zhan Beitian, Xiang Guo immediately moved his chair and put it in front of Zhan Beitian: "Boss, sit."