: Chapter 14

Feng Ming suddenly showed a lost look.
"I was abrupt." He said sadly.
Also, in such an environment, who would easily believe a stranger?
The boy has a delicate and beautiful appearance, and is as pure as a brother next door. He bowed his head and showed disappointment, and he could easily arouse the sympathy of others and change his mind.
It is a pity that Liang Yifei only thanked Ge Ma for the first time, Chen Huihui had no say in the rescued person, and Xie Chian was an unsentimental killer.
The three performers who should cooperate with Feng Ming turned a blind eye.
Feng Ming blocked his face with the music score, concealing the eager excitement in his eyes. He felt the blood all over his body boiling, clamoring to kill this well-matched opponent. He wanted to see the calmness of the boy's cold eyes being broken, showing a look of despair and fear. That must be very beautiful.
That would definitely be his most perfect artwork.
It's really challenging.
As the sun began to sink, Xie Chian propped up one leg, rested his elbow on the armrest, and propped his head, a little drowsy.
Liang Yifei closed the door and locked it, and spent time with Chen Huihui. They didn't Xie Chi'an so much, and at this time they could still sleep, not to mention the presence of a stranger in the house.
Although the boy looked harmless.
But Brother Xie also looks innocent in appearance! Isn't the combat power exploding?
They were nervous here, and seeing Feng Ming, this one also slept on the piano cover unsuspectingly.
…Is it directly proportional to good looks and boldness?
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Tong Yihui hid in the trash can and ate the bread indiscriminately, then sneaked back to the small supermarket.
He didn't know where Teacher Deng was now, so after thinking about it, he could only look for it here first.
Hiding in Tibet all the way east, be cautious, for fear of being targeted.
Fortunately, we arrived safely in the end.
There were no people around the small supermarket. Tong Yihui looked around and walked in with cat waist.
It can be seen that the warehouse door has been smashed hard, and there are deep marks on the door panel, but it still sticks stubbornly there.
Overcome a group of tofu residue projects in the school.
Teacher Deng is not here.
Tong Yihui was disappointed and planned to leave when the voice of conversation suddenly came from outside.
Someone came in.
Tong Yihui squatted down and hid behind a shelf, using those messy boxes to block him.
The people who came in were the vice principal and Teacher Wang.
Teacher Wang is the teaching director of the third grade, and Tong Yihui doesn't know him. However, Tong Yihui was familiar with the voice of the vice-principal who spoke under the national flag in two days.
"You really got the key?"
"Here, it's on me."
"Say it first, the door will open later, and give me half of the contents."
"I see, I have said this several times?"
"I'm still worried about your family. You gave me her share. Can she just forget it? Don't you come to me to grab it?"
"Don't worry, she can't ask you to settle the account."
"What do you mean?"
The vice principal looked around and lowered his voice: "She is dead."
"Dead?!" The woman's tone rose sharply, "How did she die?"
The two of them walked over while talking, Tong Yihui watched the two closely through the gap in the shelf, squatting and moving slowly as the two moved. Seeing that they were about to reach the shelf here, Tong Yihui quickly got up slightly, and the cat rushed to the bottom of another shelf.
The next second, a pair of high heels stopped where Tong Yihui had been.
Almost discovered.
Tong Yihui's heart thumped. He forced himself to calm down, and then began to think about what they meant.
died? Who died? They mentioned the key, the woman said it was your mouth, could it be—
Tong Yihui's eyes widened suddenly.
"Hush, softly!" The vice principal hurried to cover Teacher Wang's mouth.
"What are you afraid of? There is no one else here." Teacher Wang muttered.
Tong Yihui quietly moved back a little further.
He is a little confused now.
"If you die, are there few dead in the school now? You said that." Teacher Wang looked at the vice principal's gloomy expression and bluffed. "Why is your expression ugly like this? Could it be... Deng Lijuan Did you kill it?"
"Shut up!" The vice-principal was poked at the center of the matter and became annoyed. "It's not that you smashed me to grab the key. Now I accidentally pushed the lady down the stairs and fell to her death! If you go outside to investigate, you are also responsible . We are now grasshoppers on the same rope."
He was still smart. He didn't admit that he was deliberately killing someone. He concealed the fact that Teacher Deng was tossed his head after he died for the first time and was hit and killed.
"Snatch? I asked you to steal and cheat, who knows you can kill people! I tell you this has nothing to do with me." Teacher Wang immediately cleared the responsibility.
"Do you want to stay out of business? Okay, don't eat if you have the ability."
"You when you sleep with your old mother—what's the sound?"
It was Tong Yihui who accidentally dropped a box of toothpaste on the shelf on the floor in a panic and was noticed.
Tong Yihui covered his mouth, got up and slammed open the back door of the small supermarket and ran wildly.
The cold wind blew, and my face hurt.
There were tears in those star eyes.
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When Xie Chian woke up, he saw the clock hanging by the blackboard. It was already past five. The sky outside was overcast.
The senior year study time is tight, every classroom has a clock, even the music classroom is equipped with one.
Xie Chian doesn't quite understand the meaning.
After all, there is no music class in high school. This music classroom has always been furnishings.
Xie Chian turned his head again and saw Liang Yifei and Zhou Huihui staring at him with their eyes.
Xie Chian was a little at a loss: "Look at what I do?"
Liang Yifei whispered: "We don't know what to do without looking at you."
Not everyone dared to sleep in a coma like these two.
Xie Chian glanced at the piano, and Feng Ming slept peacefully on the piano cover.
Sleeping on a chair with his chin on all afternoon was a bit sore, Xie Chian got up and moved around.
Feng Ming seemed to feel something over there and woke up.
"What time is it?" He asked dazedly as if he hadn't woken up yet.
Chen Huihui replied: "Five twenty."
"Huh?" Feng Ming murmured softly, "It's time for dinner..."
When he said that, everyone present was a little hungry.
Xie Chian is okay. He doesn't have much appetite and only ate a piece of bread in the afternoon. He is not very hungry now.
Liang Yifei's appetite is more than twice that of Xie Chi'an, and now he feels a little hollow. Chen Huihui touched her belly. She didn't eat lunch, and breakfast was left over from yesterday...
Liang Yifei still had some food in his pocket, but in front of Feng Ming, he dared not take it out casually.
Who knows what he thinks after watching it? The son's food is fate and cannot stand the test.
Liang Yifei maintained a defensive heart.
None of the three of them answered. Feng Ming took a black one-shoulder bag from under the piano, opened the zipper, took out a few small cakes, and put them on the piano cover without any hesitation.
He also raised his head and asked the three of them: "Do you want it?"
Liang Yifei was ashamed for an instant, and felt that he was saving the abdomen of a gentleman with a villain.
Chen Huihui had some desire in her eyes. She is indeed hungry.
Xie Chian asked: "Give it to us, are you still enough?"
"Enough." Feng Ming showed them a bag full of small cakes, "Enough for a long time."
Liang Yifei was speechless: "So many?"
"Yes. I like small cakes." Feng Ming took a bite of the fluffy cake and swallowed, "I don't bother to go to the supermarket often, so I buy a lot of standing stocks every Monday."
Chen Huihui was not surprised at all.
Feng Ming likes to eat sweets, especially cakes. This is not a secret.
It was an internal message from the girls in Class 9, and then the setting of Fengming in the same human text immediately added a foodie attribute. The sunny and beautiful boy who likes sweets has poke the cuteness of many girls.
Xie Chian came over and took three pieces of cake with the slightest hesitation: "Thanks."
He walked back and threw a piece to Liang Yifei and Chen Huihui.
Liang Yifei was a little embarrassed, how could he take others for nothing.
Seeing Xie Chian taking the cake, Feng Ming smiled sincerely, and looked forward to his eyes: "Take my cake, can you take me by the way?"
Cannibals are short and soft.
Liang Yifei began to speak to Feng Ming: "Thank brother, do you want to... bring another one?"
Xie Chian sat back on the chair and ate the cake slowly: "Okay."
It’s better to take it around and watch than to let it out to harm others.
Xie Chian promised unexpectedly this time, and Liang Yifei was completely taken aback.
Could it be that Brother Xie was also bought by a piece of cake?
The sky outside the window gradually darkened.
There is no light in the music classroom.
Xie Chian slept during the day and was still awake at night. Feng Ming is the same.
Liang Yifei and Chen Huihui's heads were bit by bit, and they couldn't support it.
In this darkness and silence, the flow of time became ignorant.
The hour hand points to nine o'clock.
The broadcast sounded again.
"The next day the game is over. The current number of survivors is 1,776."
... 208 people died today.
This is an increase of nearly 10 times from the 24 people yesterday.
On Tuesday, when people were not hungry to the extreme, only a little stimulus from the outside caused a mass killing.
By tomorrow, people will be more hungry, and coupled with the threat of a three-day time limit, more people will break the bottom line.
Liang Yifei and Chen Huihui were a little sleepy at first, but they became sober after hearing the broadcast.
208 people...
Only one day. So many people died.
What about tomorrow? What about tomorrow?
Too desperate.
This data is really desperate.
Chen Huihui gritted her teeth and tried her best to suppress crying.
Liang Yifei's eyes were dull, like a fool.
The reactions of these two people are the reactions of most people in the school.
The following two are just examples.
In the dark, no one can see whose expression. Xie Chian yawned lazily, propped his chin as if he hadn't heard the broadcast.
Although his brain is still awake, a good biological clock urges him to sleep.
Feng Ming's face hidden in the darkness showed a trace of disappointment.
Yes, disappointed.
Only 208 people... He and Situ Yue alone contributed a lot.
Boring.