Chapter 32: Fight again

In the second round of the vending machine battle, the mighty unyielding survival class 1 buddies absorbed Song Fei ’s experience, and rushed forward while also looking after him, so they successfully won the third floor. The whole process is like the first round. copy and paste. (gdown)
Confident students increased their footsteps in the third round after a short break. The second-floor room type is different from the third and fourth floors. Most of them are borrowing rooms and self-study rooms. The buddies thought very optimistically. If there are zombies in the strategic spot, they should be cleaned first. If it is impossible to clean, change the room nearby. Anyway, as long as Song Fei, who is in charge of the situation, has a hiding place in general.
However, they thought of all the possible accidents, but they missed one.
That is a video collection and screening room on the second floor, located in the southwest corner, which is roughly perpendicular to the position of Song Fei during the first cooperative war. But unlike the window in the archive room, because the screens are often needed to show materials, the curtains here are drawn all year round, and the curtains are specially selected, the material is heavy and almost opaque.
This is not open to students, Song Fei also entered for the first time. In the same way as the closed book library, knock on the small glass and open the window, but this time one more step-open the heavy curtains.
Qi Yan is doing this. I don't know when, he became the default striker of Wusheng Class 1, but all collective actions are at the forefront. He has no complaints and no regrets, and everyone also trusts. Therefore, when Qi Yan opened the curtain but did not step in, everyone knew that it was wrong.
Soon, a smell came out. Without the closure of the glass and without the curtain, this smell is directly disgusting.
The first reaction of the friends is zombie. But looking back on the connection with the short soldiers of the zombies since the accident, although they also carry some spoiled food smell, they are far from being so strong.
Finally, Qi Yan turned sideways, so that everyone could see clearly-the corpses of five classmates curled up in the corner under the dazzling lights for some time.
They snuggled up tightly, perhaps because they died too long, and there were some deformations of facial features and body posture. But they were not injured, even if they did not approach, they could see clearly. They were intact from head to toe, just like this studio, with white walls and bright floors.
They are stuck here alive.
Lin Dilei was the first to cry. She covered her mouth with her hand and tried to suppress her sobbing, but she couldn't stop her tears, and soaked the back of her hand instantly.
Song Fei couldn't bear to look at them again, turned their backs and breathed the cold air in a big mouth.
Qi Yan put down the curtains and said nothing for a long time.
For more than half a month, they have seen too many zombies, and the extreme fear has become weak and the slight fear, and the extreme nausea has become completely commonplace. But for students, it still doesn't work. They have also seen classmates being bitten and classmates jumping off the building, but when the former happened, they mostly watched for their escape, while the latter happened when it was late at night. There is no such thing as it is so close and clear, so direct and tragic, as if closing your eyes, you can still return to the pain and despair of that moment.
After a while, Qi Yan went back in and pulled off the curtain. Then, the large curtain gently covered the corpse, and the corner turned into a chaotic dark red.
From the beginning to the end, whether it was Qi Yan or the little friends who watched him do all this, they were quiet and silent.
Maybe they all thought about the same thing in their hearts-once the misery could be covered by them like this, but the way forward, when they were miserable, who came to rest in peace?
The battle on the second floor did not take shape in the end. The direct reason that caused everyone to give up was too many zombies. In fact, they already had this feeling when they cleared the first two points, and when they cleared the last point and started a fixed-point test tactics, it was exactly what they expected. The noise of all the zombies running on the second floor is enough to cover the mobile phone bell, and some of the zombies can be involved in the sound of the west, but certainly not all, and even more than 60% cannot be guaranteed. The comrades in mouth are very dangerous.
After realizing that it was not feasible, everyone gave up decisively and returned to the closed library.
Any plan may fail. If you do n’t talk far, if you go to the courier point, they will change several plans in succession. But no one will be like this time, so that their fighting spirit will not be defeated.
The reason is that everyone is unwilling to say so, but no one wants to talk about it.
After returning to the library, everyone was quiet all the time, either sitting by the window, or lying on the book, or leaning against the corner, or hiding in the bookshelf, without communicating with each other, tacitly falling into a heavy depression.
Until six o'clock in the evening, night came.
In the past, the campus should be the first time when the lantern was on. But after the outbreak of the corpse tide, the lights were always on, regardless of night and day, and the lights were always off, regardless of day and night.
Is more extinguished than bright.
Song Fei leaned against the side of the bookshelf, facing the window and looking at the night sky. In order to forget the misfortune of the video room, he forced himself to think about the small town in his hometown. It was a cozy city with no scenic spots, no former residences of great men, and only people who lived and worked in peace and contentment. The vehicles flowed on the road that was not too wide. The buildings on both sides of the road were not fancy. Even the train station in the city center was simple and simple.
In the small town at this moment, there are countless people looking out of the window like this, I do n’t know where tomorrow, or still live and work in peace and contentment, Wanjia lights?
Song Fei hopes to be the latter.
Looking down, the phone still has no signal.
He still insists on charging it every day, and always feels that it will sound at some unexpected moment.
Huh?
Song Fei's boring fingers suddenly stopped on the screen, and he blurted out in surprise: "Today is New Year's Day!"
One sentence attracted the attention of all friends. It was like the lake surface that had just formed a thin layer of ice was broken with a rock, and the water surged. Everyone took out their phones-with the exception of two classmates-the bright screen was unlocked, January 1st.
The first day of the new year.
In thrilling, exciting, fighting, sadness, and depression, they spent three quarters of this wonderful day that was supposed to be old and new, waiting for them to find, leaving them only six hours.
Eight people looked at each other, including Song Fei, and couldn't find a suitable expression for a while. Dazed? Bitter? happy? joy? Can't cry or laugh? It seems wrong.
Monday's law smiles bitterly and mutters to himself: "New year and new weather, oh, it's ironic."
Everyone knows what he is referring to.
God gave them their first gift for the new year-spoilers.
"We will eventually become like that." Qiao Siqi said something that rolled in the heart of everyone for an afternoon, but no one dared to say it.
Little friends are silent.
Only Song Fei, like everyone else, he thought about this question all afternoon, but his answer was: "No."
There is no bravery that pretends, only calm and tenacious.
Wang Qingyuan squinted at him, deliberately said: "A good beginning is half of success. Our beginning of the new year seems not very good."
Song Fei put his mobile phone back in his pocket. No one is as good as his boss. "We didn't find it was New Year's Day before, no. So our New Year, start now!"
"OK-" Wang Qingyuan shrugged, the echo of the extended tone seemed helpless, but there was a smile in his eyes.
That Qi Yan was even more dexterous. He already piled his loot on the "book-made floor", and now sat cross-legged, looking up to his comrades: "What are you waiting for, start!"
The friends are so stupid that they can understand it at this time, sing one and catch the duck on the shelf ... you can make a debut together in a tacit understanding!
"No matter what happened, from now on, it is all past tense." Song Fei raised ad calcium milk, "for us unfortunately one year old, cheers!"
Ad calcium milk, red bull, boiled water and other different drinks collided in the air with an unclear sound, but the same light of hope flashed in the eyes of the people who cheered ----
"happy New Year!"
Suppressed all afternoon. At this time, Wusheng Class 1 was like a college student who was waiting for the list for a few days. Let ’s go to his mother ’s future. Lao Tzu wants to pass the summer vacation now!
Symbolically took a sip of "wine", and everyone opened the bowl of noodles that had been soaking for a long time. In an instant, the tangy sauerkraut fragrance filled the library. This taste is so kind and familiar, warm and safe, so that everyone who is immersed in it feels that they should be able to live another 500 years.
"This is the second quarter after our accident." Luo Geng sucked a bite of noodles and swallowed without chewing. "No matter what you think, I feel better than last time. At least our team is now. There are more people than last time, and two vending machines have been smashed successfully. I have n’t met the like that last time. So for the next holiday, the next holiday, our situation will only get better and better, really . "
Qiao Siqi was drinking instant noodle soup. He was anxious when he heard this and almost burnt his tongue: "Why do we have to spend the next holiday and the next holiday together? Can't we wait to rescue the whole class for graduation? ! "
Luo Geng thought about it very seriously and nodded: "This proposal is also acceptable."
Qiao Siqi black line, almost exit.
Comrades laughed together. Enough laughter, just talk about the canteen battle in a word. After all, the library has not been able to stay long, and the cafeteria is the only choice.
In fact, the plan has been outlined, and only some key actions need to be discussed and scrutinized. Because even eating and drinking, everyone is not so serious. I did n’t think about where to say, there was no main line outline, and I ended up talking about the decoration of the cafeteria somehow.
The first thing that must be vomited is the outer glass curtain wall, and the hatred of comrades against it simply breaks through the sky. Then there are doors, windows, glass, marble floors, and even row chairs. Anyway, there is no satisfaction for the friends.
The most fierce spray must be Monday Law. Others sprayed by feelings. He sprayed by professional. After spraying, Song Fei heard a little sympathy for the place where the students depended, and simply interrupted: "Hey , You are the Department of Architecture. It ’s not about designing buildings for architecture. How do I feel that your knowledge covers all areas of decoration? "
On Monday, Lu Li squinted at him: "I want to design a building. Who asked me to design? You think I can be an architectural designer when I graduate. I tell you that 10% of our profession can really become designers. Not bad. The rest is either decoration or civil engineering, which is still good, and a lot of work is not available. "
Song Fei felt sad and empathized: "Our tourism management, do you think graduated can let you manage the scenic spots? It would be nice to be a group tour guide."
"You said we are too pitiful," Luo Geng sighed and lay down in large letters, looking at the ceiling in confusion. "From small to large, there is nothing more than to study for college. This is hard to get into college And worry about finding a job ... "
Song Fei smiled bitterly: "I would rather worry about finding a job now."
Lost to know the treasure, is a sentence that has been used by countless novels and movies, Song Fei once dismissed it. Now I realize that the reason for the bad use is because it is really accurate-if time can go back in time, he must be resolute, study hard, and never waste. Because those university life that he once thought was extremely boring and extremely boring, but it was him at this moment, who wanted to restore the peace and beauty.