Chapter 72: The Battle 2

Art Xin floor nine floors, the elevator itself needless to say, and the stairs also have three places, respectively at both ends of the corridor and the middle, but the middle of the wide and decorative strong, connected to the first floor hall, both ends of the less atmospheric, mainly practical and fire escape.

Zhao He is now stepping on the marble staircase is the middle of this, magnificent, even the stair handrails are made of Roman Columns, quite a bit of the taste of the British palace.

However, the black winter, coupled with his own limited artistic accomplishment, he can not appreciate it, only feel that the field of vision is wide, especially the back against the side of the handrail rail, upstairs and downstairs can be looked at, all in control.

The two zombies downstairs now roam to the landing, but Zhao He has arrived at the middle platform of the first and second stairs, close to the wall motionless, incarnated a 3D poster, successfully concealed.

Waiting for the zombie to wander further away, Zhao He took a look at the empty second floor landing, silently praying that the corridor is as clean as this is the best, and finally held his breath and rushed up!

Zhao He threw off his long legs and stepped to the second floor in a few steps. No time to see the corridor situation, because his goal is never here, as long as the stairs can continue to climb, regardless of your corridor is lonely or crowded.

Almost without a pause, in the moment when both feet set foot on the ground on the second floor, Zhao He grabbed the railing with one hand, and the right foot was the axis to borrow a smart turn, and the left leg was already upward again, looking at the amplitude of this foot can cross the three steps!

Pudong --

Zhao He was stunned when the pain spread from his chest to his whole body. He had no idea how he fell on the steps when he was still handsome on the steps for a second, and it was his chest, so he was on the edge of the steps, others were chest broken stone, he was chest broken stone, more than broken, it was pulverized powder!

In the pain, he was only glad that his hand holding the railing was not loose, and he caught the bottom at the last moment, otherwise the fall would not have broken his chest, and he would have broken his head.

The body is still being pulled down, Zhao He finally reacted, someone hugged his thigh!

Instinct drove him to immediately kick off violently, kicked several times before looking back to see, holding him is a bulingbuling Indian style of the girl, although even the party with the Angle of the thigh is not conducive to viewing, but also can see the graceful, beautiful youth.

The only fly in the ointment is that at this moment it is opening a bloody mouth, holding the thigh not to scatter, if not Zhao He kicked too violently so that she had no place to mouth, it is estimated that a bite on.

And this Indian girl threw herself at her, and there were six revolutionary girls running down the corridor!

There were three of them, a blue bunt uniform with a red armband on the arm, and some of them were carrying machetes that looked like knives but were also bright and frightening. As a male student, Zhao He always had a sense of fear that he would soon be pulled out to criticize.

Another pair of Latin dancers, handsome men and beautiful women, Zhao He even think that they are not running over is twisted jump over!

With the last finally have a male student, but that enchanting charm even become a zombie can not be damaged!

Zhao He is not afraid of zombies, but that doesn't mean he is indifferent to zombies wearing makeup! It's a crime to be wearing makeup on this miserable night! The greatest of fears!

Hands up and down, the Indian girl immediately relaxed, Zhao He even rolled and climbed to the third floor, speed still has a great advantage - after all, professional background, even normal male students can crush, let alone infected female students - a few steps ran up to the third floor, took a look at the right corridor, almost to cry, no zombies!

Zhao He did not say a word, like a bullet flew out, in the direction of his comrades ran away!

Clanking --

Not two steps, Zhao He only felt a gust of wind in his ear, something brushed his face past, and finally fell to the ground.

In the twinkling of an eye he was near the "falling thing" and saw a bright carving knife on the marble floor.

Zhao He immediately reacted, immediately ran, even without looking back, while running loudly shouted: "Wu Zhou --"

Lifeless Yixin floor in this sound like thunder, straight through the sky!

Not far away, a classroom door opened quickly, and before Zhao He could see the head sticking out, he heard the familiar voice: "Zhao He, here --"

Wu Zhou is a broken gong voice, usually speaking is not good, Shouting more harsh.

But at this moment, Zhao He in a warm wave of excitement, only think of two words, sound of nature.

When he rushed into the classroom and closed the door, Zhao He finally saw that behind him, in addition to the demon-dancing group brought up on the second floor, there was a newly joined knife team on the third floor, and most of the small weapons in the hands of the team were very similar to the carving knife thrown before, but because the door was only for a moment, he did not see much.

Bang, bang, bang!

The classroom door was hit by crazy, and even crashed!

Wu Zhou, Zhao He, Feng Qi white three dead against the door, but again dare not speak, only silently against, for fear of causing the zombies outside the door more excited.

After about five minutes, the beat waned, and after another two minutes, it disappeared completely.

Zhao He just wanted to open his mouth, Feng white compared a hush gesture, and pointed to the room, indicating that he spoke there.

The three people quietly moved to the back room, Zhao He also saw that he was not in an ordinary classroom, but a sculpture classroom. Inside and outside the two compartments, the outside has a door and a window, in addition to no tables and chairs, and the structure of the ordinary classroom is no different, the inside is like a space separated after, no window and no door, it is "inside" is appropriate, because it is more closed and more private.

There are some semi-finished sculptures in both areas, some can see their appearance, some are still confused, and the paintings on the walls are the works of masters of various periods, such as David, Venus, discus throwers, etc., which sets off a thick artistic atmosphere.

Just into the room, Wu Zhou gave Zhao He a bear hug!

Zhao He fundus sour, but also pretended to pat the back of the head of his comrades, teasing: "This exciting hug or wait until the Universiade delisted it."

Wu Zhou loosened his comrades, and his face, still full of excitement, gradually surfaced: "Then I will never have the chance to hold you again in my life!"

Zhao He black line, not good against him a punch.

Wu Zhou haha a music.

Let Feng Qi white also some excited, but he has always not like emotional exposure, although always evaluated cold melancholy, can engage in art, a little maverick temperament is not a bad thing. So hesitating, or swallow warm words, straight to the point: "Where did you come from, why on your own?"

Zhao He used to his cold head cold face, also do not care about, reported the situation of the grizzled floor.

After the speech, a long sigh: "I guess you two did not return, just happened to see the zombie body pushed downstairs by you two, along the smell of toilet water to find it."

"If we want to go back, we have to run out." Wu Zhou looked desperate, "This building is a mass of demons, can find here to hide has escaped death."

This can hit Zhao He's sore spot, and immediately held the hands of his comrades in sorrow: "Is it true that we miss the building of the sports institute very much?"

Wu Zhou forces back grip: "The department is neat and uniform students are simple and rough!"

Feng Qi white squinted at the two comrades, faintly reminded: "Say others college bad words, trouble can avoid the master?"

Zhao He let go of Wu Zhou, turned to Feng Qibai, and said from the bottom of his heart: "If you have been hugged by a bulingbulign Indian girl, you will understand how I feel."

Feng Qibai pointed to the dry but still visible saliva mark of the goggles, shrugged: "Let us switch, I let the Indian girl hold the thigh, you let the ballet master bite two."

Zhao He:...

Wu Zhou heaved a sigh and took the two small partners to sit down: "Don't embarrass the miserable people."

After Feng Qibai's popularization of science, Zhao Hecai really understood the structure of Yixin building for the first time. Although there are nine floors, they belong to four different departments of dance, painting, vocal music and sculpture, the first and second floors of dance, the third and fourth floors of sculpture, the fifth and sixth floors of painting, the seventh floor of office, and the eighth and ninth floors of vocal music.

This is not difficult to explain why Zhao He met in the first and second floors are strange clothes, and to the third floor is Xiao Li Feidao.

But...

"Do you usually dress that formally for training?"

"It's not called training, it's called rehearsal." Feng Qi white correction.

Zhao Hejiong: "It's pretty much the same anyway."

Alternate lines such as the mountains, Feng Qi white give up, direct answer: "When the accident happened just before the New Year's Eve party, should be weekend dress rehearsal."

Zhao He suddenly realized: "So the Indian girl should be dancing Indian dance, I also saw Latin dance seems, but the military dance is very special..."

Feng Qibai: "Ballet, the Red Detachment of Women."

"..." No wonder he always feels righteous.

Come out and go in a building, Feng white even if not interested, but also every day to be influenced by the hot style of the dance department, occasionally meet filled with, in the hall on the first floor can dance. It's okay to meet a girl, and it's okay to meet a male classmate who glances at him, and he wants to throw it with a carving knife.

Partial feng white more cold, but also more popular, enrollment so far received ambiguous wechat can get together a flirty sister, and not only girls, and men, made him finally simply withdrew from the academy of art wechat group, came out of sight, out of mind.

But there's no need to share this sad past with your comrades: "You mean Qi says they won't move until tomorrow night?"

Zhao He nodded: "Qi Yan said so."

Feng Qi white doubts, after all, time is very precious for them now: "Will it be in order to cheat you back to the canteen, deliberately say so?"

"Probably not," Zhao He thought for a moment, "when he found Song Fei has been physically overdrawn, that guy has always not fought unprepared battles, it is unlikely to continue to fight hard."

Feng white this just think of Zhao He said, Qi Yan for a few hours without interruption to run back and forth to save the heroic feat of beauty, incredible, but also sigh: "true love."

Zhao He froze, Wu Zhou also looked surprised: "You knew?"

Feng white frown: "How possible."

Although it has been nearly half an hour since Zhao He told the world of Qi Yanke Song Fei Ke Qi Yan, Wu Zhou is still immersed in shock, so see Feng Qi white so calm, natural doubts.

"This kind of thing is so common," Feng Qibai rarely kindly explained a few more words, "in our hospital, even a punishment can not be enough."

Zhao He sincerely raised his hand and asked for advice: "How can I get a punishment?"

"I don't know," Feng Qibai blew down his bangs, and his eyes were clear. "I am a very good student."

Zhao He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but there was nothing to hold him.

Wu Zhou glanced at the four blood-stained carving knives of different models neatly lined up on the ground, and silently turned his head to look out of the window in the flashback of Feng's slain combat figure.

Ah, the moon tonight, really...

"Don't look at the moon," Feng Qibai's cold voice pulled back Wu's classmates' wits, "since we eight people are scattered now, it is necessary to find a way to exchange information, it is best to meet after they get the radio."

"Communication is not easy," Zhao He cleared his throat, "Shout." I've just been singing Huanzhu Ge Ge for several hours, and I've perfected my magic voice. Now it's almost red and blue, and I feel like I can howl for another five hundred years."

Wu Zhou suddenly realized, "Fuck, it's you." I can't hear much. I thought it was a zombie howling. Don't believe you ask Feng Qi Bai, I also discussed with him, what zombie ah, half night half night so howled, late sleep people like spring."

Zhao He:...

Wu Zhou: "Uh, but after listening to it for a long time, it's actually quite delicious..."

Zhao He: "You are too round!"