Chapter 72: Fighting Yixin (middle)

The 9th floor of Yixin Building is capped, the elevator need not be mentioned, and there are three staircases at the two ends and the middle of the corridor, but the middle is wide and highly decorated, connecting the lobby on the first floor, the two ends are not so atmospheric, mainly practical Sex and fire escape. .

The marble staircase Zhao He is stepping on is the middle one. It is magnificent, and even the handrails of the stairs are made of Roman columns. It is quite a bit like the taste of the British Royal Palace.
However, Hebron Winter, with his limited artistic accomplishment, could not appreciate it. He only felt that the field of vision was wide, especially when the back was rubbed sideways against the side of the handrail, and both upstairs and downstairs could be looked at and controlled. .
The two zombies downstairs swayed to the staircase at this moment. Fortunately, Zhao He had reached the middle platform of the first and second floors of the stairs, clinging to the wall without moving, and turned into a 3d poster, successfully hiding from the sky.
After the zombies swayed further, Zhao He glanced at the empty second-floor stairs, silently praying that the corridor was as clean as that. It was best to hold his breath at the end and rush up!
Zhao He's big long legs flicked away, and reached the second floor in a few steps. There is no time to look at the corridor, because his goal is never here, as long as the stairs can continue to climb up, even if the corridor is inaccessible or crowded.
There was almost no pause. At the moment when both feet stepped on the ground on the second floor, Zhao He grabbed the railing with one hand, turned his right foot for a shaft and turned his left leg upwards again. Steps!
Pudong
When the severe pain spread from the chest to the whole body, Zhao He was stunned. He didn't know why he struck the steps in the last second, and he fell on the steps, and it was his chest, and he was on the edge of the steps. Others were broken chests with big chests. He was broken chests with big stones. , It's just powder crushing!
In the pain of near soul and soul, he was only fortunate that his hand holding the railing was not loose, and he drew the bottom at the last moment, otherwise the fall would not be a broken chest, and 80% would break his head.
The body is still being dragged down, Zhao He finally reacted, and someone hugged his thigh!
Instinct drove him to pedal violently immediately, kicking several times before turning back to see clearly, holding him is a girl with a bulingbuling Indian style, even though the angle of lying on the thigh is not conducive to viewing, but also looks graceful Rich, youthful and beautiful.
The only flaw is that at the moment, he is opening his blood basin with a big mouth, holding his thighs and not spreading. If Zhao He kicked too violently, she would no longer have a mouth to sip.
And the Indian girl gave her a hug, and six revolutionary girls ran out of the corridor over there!
There are three of them, a short blue uniform with a uniform of water, a red armband on his arm, and some of them also hold a machete that is dazzling although it is a knife at a glance. As a male student, Zhao He always has a fear of being pulled out soon.
Another pair of Latin dancers, handsome men and beautiful women, Zhao He even felt that they did n’t come over but twisted and skipped!
Finally, there was a male student at the end, but the enchanting posture and charming style could not be damaged even if it became a zombie!
Zhao He is not afraid of zombies, but it does not mean that he is indifferent to zombies with makeup! It's a crime to put on the makeup in such a sad night. Set fear into greatness!
When the hands rose and fell, the Indian girl immediately relaxed, and Zhao He even crawled to the third floor, and she still had a great advantage in speed-after all, she was a professional and even a normal male student could be crushed, not to mention infected Female classmate-run to the third floor in a few steps, glance at the corridor on the right, almost crying, no zombies!
Without saying anything, Zhao He flew out like a bullet and ran away in the direction of his comrades!
咷 咷
There were no two steps. Zhao He felt that there was a gust of wind in his ear. Something wiped his face and finally fell to the ground.
In a blink of an eye, he had ran to the "falling object" and saw a brightly carved carving knife on the marble floor.
Zhao He instantly reacted, immediately ran out of his legs and ran, even not looking back, shouting loudly as he ran: "Wu Zhou--"
The sound in the lifeless Yixin Building is like thunder, breaking through the sky!
Not far away, a classroom door opened quickly, and before Zhao He could see the head he had protruded, he heard a familiar voice: "Zhao He, here—"
Wu Zhou is a broken gong. He usually does not speak well, and shouting loudly is even more harsh.
But at the moment, Zhao He remembered only two characters, Tian Lai, in a burst of warmth.
When he rushed into the classroom and turned to close the door, Zhao He finally saw that besides the group of demons and chaos brought on the second floor, there was also a newly added squad with a knife on the third floor. The murder weapon is visually similar to throwing his own carving knife before, but because the door was closed only for a moment, he didn't see too much.
Bang Bang Bang!
The classroom door was suddenly smashed crazy, and even crashed!
Wu Zhou, Zhao He and Feng Qibai all slammed against the door panel, but they did not dare to say anything. They only confronted silently, fearing that they would cause zombies outside the door to be more excited.
After about five minutes, the smashing gradually weakened, and after another two minutes, it completely disappeared.
Zhao He just wanted to open his mouth, Feng Qibai made a shush gesture, and then pointed to the back room, beckoning him to speak over there.
The three people moved to the back room quietly, and Zhao He could see clearly that he was not in a normal classroom, but a sculpture classroom. There are two compartments inside and outside. There are doors and windows on the outside. Except for the lack of tables and chairs, it is unintentional to the structure of ordinary classrooms. The inside is like a space separated by the back. There are no windows and no doors. And more private.
There are some semi-finished sculptures in both areas, some of them can be seen, some are still confused, and the paintings on the walls are master works of various periods, what David, Venus, discus thrower Wait, it brings out a strong artistic atmosphere.
As soon as he entered, Wu Zhou gave Zhao He a bear hug!
Zhao He's eyes sore, but he pretended to pat the back of his comrades in arms, and teased: "This excited hug will wait until the Columbia Universiade delists."
Wu Zhou loosened his comrades, and the face that still had excited aftermath gradually appeared: "Then I will never have the opportunity to hold you in my life!"
Zhao He's black thread, he was not angry to punch him.
Wuzhou Haha Yile.
The comrades in heaven descended on Feng Qibai, but he always didn't like emotional exposure. Although he was always evaluated as cold and melancholic, he could be engaged in art. It is not a bad thing to be a little maverick. So hesitated again and again, or swallowed the hot words and went straight to the topic: "Where did you come from, how could you be yourself?"
Zhao He was used to his cold head and cold noodles, and did not care about it. He reported the situation of Gewu Building in 1510.
After speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I guess I didn't touch you two, and I happened to see the zombie corpse that was pushed downstairs by you two, and I found it along the smell of toilet water."
"We both want to go back, and we have to run away." Wu Zhou looked desperate. "This building is just a group of demons and flutters. If you can find the hiding place, you will have to escape."
These words hit the painful place of Zhao He, and immediately took the hands of his comrades in a calm voice: "Did you miss the building of our gym very much?"
Wu Zhou backhanded: "The classmates in the department are neat and simple!"
Feng Qibai narrowed his eyes and looked at the two comrades in arms. He reminded lightly: "When you say bad things about someone else's academy, can you avoid the trouble?"
Zhao He loosened Wu Zhou, turned to Feng Qibai, and said from his heart: "If you are held in the thigh by a bulingbulign Indian girl, you will understand my feelings."
Feng Qibai's finger points to the goggles that are still air-dried but still have the mark of the saliva, shrugging: "Then we exchange, I let the Indian girl hug the thigh, you let the ballet master bite."
Zhao He: "..."
Wu Zhou sighed heavily, and pulled the two little friends down to sit down: "Don't be hard-working people."
After Feng Qibai's popular science, Zhao Hecai really understood the structure of Yixin Building for the first time. Although there are nine floors, they are divided into four different departments: dance, painting, vocal music, and sculpture. They are the dance department on the first and second floors, the sculpture department on the third and fourth floors, the painting department on the fifth and sixth floors, the office on the seventh floor, and the vocal music department on the seventh floor.
It ’s not difficult to explain why Zhao He met strange clothes on the first and second floors, but on the third floor it was Xiao Li Feidao.
But
"Is training usually so formal?"
"This is not called training, called rehearsal." Feng Qibai corrected.
Zhao He 囧: "It's almost the same anyway."
Every line is like a mountain, Feng Qibai gave up and directly answered: "When the accident happened, it was on the eve of the New Year's party. It should be a dress rehearsal on the weekend."
Zhao He suddenly realized: "So the Indian girl should be dancing Indian dance. I saw Latin dance, but the military uniform dance is very special ..."
Feng Qibai: "Ballet, Red Girl Army."
"..." No wonder he always feels righteous.
Out of the building is in the same building. Even if Feng Qibai is not interested, he is influenced by the dance style of the dance department every day. Occasionally, if he meets overflowing, he can dance in the lobby on the first floor. It was okay to meet the girl, and when he met the male student who flew at him, he wanted to throw it with a carving knife.
The more indifferent Feng Qibai is, the more popular it is. The ambiguous WeChat I have received so far enrolled in the school can make up a complete list of sisters, and not only the girl, but also the man, so that he finally retired from the WeChat group of the Academy of Art. Not upset.
However, these sad moments do not need to be shared with comrades in arms: "You mean Qi Yan, will they act tomorrow night?"
Zhao He nodded: "Qi Yan said so."
Feng Qibai is suspicious. After all, time is precious to them now: "Will it be to deceive you to go back to the cafeteria, and say this on purpose?"
"Should not be," Zhao He thought for a while. "He was overstretched when he found Song Fei. That guy has never fought unprepared battles and is unlikely to continue to fight hard."
Feng Qibai remembered Zhao He said, Qi Yan did not stop the heroic feat of running the hero back and forth for a few hours, beyond belief, he could not help but sigh: "True love."
Zhao He froze, Wu Zhou was also surprised: "Did you know?"
Feng Qibai frowned: "How is it possible."
Although half an hour has passed since Zhao He told Qi Yanke's world, Song Feike's Qi Yan, Wu Zhou is still immersed in shock, so it is natural to see Feng Qibai so calm.
"This kind of thing is too common," Feng Qibai was kind enough to explain two more sentences, "In our hospital, even a punishment is not enough."
Zhao He raised his hand sincerely and asked for advice weakly: "So, how can I get a punishment?"
"Unclear," Feng Qibai blew his bangs, his eyes clear, "I am a very good student."
Zhao He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but could not grasp any handle.
Wu Zhou glanced at the four blood-stained carving knives lined up neatly on the ground. In the flashback of the fighting figure killed by Feng, he silently turned his head to look out the window.
Ah, the moon tonight, really ...
"Don't look at the moon," Feng Qibai's cold voice dragged back Wu's consciousness. "Since the eight of us are now scattered, we must find a way to exchange information, and it is best to meet after they get the radio. "
"Communication is not easy," Zhao He cleared his throat. "Shouting. I just sang for a few hours to return to Zhugege, and the magic sound has reached the full level. Now the red and blue are almost the same, I feel like howling for another 500 years . "
Wu Zhou suddenly realized: "Fuck, it's you. I don't hear it clearly. I thought it was a zombie howl. Do you believe Feng Qibai? I'll discuss it with him. What a zombie, howl half night and half night, night owl □□ Similar. "
Zhao He: "..."
Wu Zhou: "Uh, but after listening for a long time, it actually tastes ..."
Zhao He: "Your round is too stiff!"