Chapter 77: The Reckoning

When Huang Mo handed over the apple, Chemistry 13 Zaburo was discussing whether the zombie was more sick or the martial art class was more sick, and they could not help shivering at the thought of spending the next month, or even longer, with these students who looked very insecure.

And then there's Yellow Mo.

As silent as a ghost, but with a bright smile, and a red face like the apple in her hand.

Wang Shan dont know how much ridicule has been listened to, there is a bad thing to be hit.

Huang Mo seems unaware, very naturally said: "midnight snack." Then he gave the cut apples to thirteen people one by one. Half of each person, half of the tray left after delivery, obviously cut the whole person, but in the order of delivery, they took care of them first.

Compare the two, the superior stands out.

Wang Shan didn't know what to say, so he squeezed half an apple in his hand with mixed feelings and muttered, "Thank you very much."

Huang Mo smiled, sent the last person, and went to find a friend in the martial arts class.

Wang Shan utter a mouthful, full of sweet and sour mouth, but the heart in this sour and sweet contradictions, wavering. I feel that there is real truth in the world, and I feel like Snow White who is tricked into eating a poisoned apple by a disguised queen.

In view of the latter kind of imagination is too obscene for people and themselves, the league branch secretary did not share it with the class.

Distant hidden place, two can not drive the car can only always blast the accelerator of the old driver finally in the foot after the acid, temporarily into Plato.

The book says that Platonic love is spiritual love, the pursuit of spiritual communication. If you go by that standard, then there really is hardly any Plato between them. Most of the love time, not shameless carnal desire, is diligent, the only few times of spiritual communication, without exception, occurred in the quarrel period, but also more is Song Fei unilateral output, Qi Yan avoid.

Looking back now, Song Fei almost felt that the careful man was a false self.

When did a subtle change in attitude occur?

Song Fei really can't remember.

It may be a wave of dead bodies, or it may be later, in short, by the time he returns to God, he has no worries and burdens. Being who you really are, facing up to your strengths, accepting your shortcomings, and trying to make yourself better, is a particularly comfortable and practical thing.

It is the worst of times to be alive, the best of times to be in love.

But because, it is easier to let people suffer from gain and loss, so think about it, Song Fei or dark with Qi classmates put forward the problem that from time to time on the midnight dream dazzled his heart --

"What would have happened to us if there hadn't been an outbreak, if we had gone to school as usual?"

Qi was studying Song Fei's head when he was asked that question. He was surprised to find that Songfei actually has a natural roll, the degree of curling is very light, so it is not obvious when it is short, and now it has not been cut for a long time.

Every time he thought he knew Song Fei well enough, the man would have a new look that would make him novel and make him reflect.

Neither of them had done well enough in their last relationship, and now that they finally have a second chance, he doesn't want to repeat that.

"Hey," Song Fei knocked his hand off the top of his head, "ask you a question."

Qi Yan startled, just looked down at Song Fei: "HMM?"

A look at each other's eyes Song Fei know just said the white, the black line repeated it again, and finally added a preventive injection: "You don't want to use no if this sentence to kill, this is a hypothetical question, so you also have to bring the situation to answer."

Qi Yan was Songfei formal tone made laughing and crying, but since the decision to clean up, also change the ambiguity of the past, frank gave the answer: "The same destination." Even if nothing happens, I'll get you back."

Qi's perseverance is certainly exciting, but Song Fei raised her eyebrows and glanced at the passionate BF: "Who gave you the confidence to chase success?"

Qi Yan thought very seriously, according to the truth: "handsome face, strong body, proud talent, hot deep feeling."

Song Fei black line, if not the voice is really magnetic, he will definitely think that he is talking to himself: "Can you learn something from me!"

Qi Yan was delighted: "No, I admire your ability to talk nonsense."

Song Fei white he a glance, but also very fruitless feel very sweet mood, as expected, a good atmosphere, teasing can listen to love.

"If nothing happens, when are you going to get back together?" Although it is only a hypothesis, but Song Fei is curious about what Qi Yan will do. After all, there is no danger, and there is no friend in need.

Qi Yan frowns, the eyes are puzzled: "I have been asking ah."

Song Fei froze, the first reaction is Qi Yan in a joke, can see the other serious expression is not like, tangled for a long time, before hesitating to repeat: "You, have been, seeking compound?"

"Why else would I still be in front of you after we broke up?"

"But every time you appear, you just use various means to fight revenge and pull hatred!"

"It's a challenge."

"Handsome, that's not how the art of war works." Song Fei almost want to cry, "sleep deliberately confiscated my hot fast is to compound, specially sent a text message to tell me that the optional course teacher is also to compound, I have more than clear brain circuit to understand such twists and turns to compound ah!"

"I answered for you."

"What?" Patronize the collapse, Song Fei did not hear the mumble of Qi Yan.

Sigh, Qi Yan's voice a little lost: "I help you answer 'to'."

The turn came too suddenly, Song Fei was caught off guard: "So, you texted me to actually want to... Take credit?"

Qi Yan did not speak, which was a default.

Song Fei collapse: "Then why don't you say directly, must first come to a roll call of the direct failure, cheat me angry what is the point!"

"Just laying the groundwork."

"Why do you need to take credit for making the other person angry?"

"Be ready to be subdued."

"I beg you to burn the pirated Art of war when you get home!!"

So occasionally give up carnal desire, to some Plato is also good, just like now, Qi Yan fully realized that his former detour is comparable to 25 thousand li long March, can simply out of this "courtship mistakes 100 cases."

Sum up the lessons of the past, it is necessary to look to the future development, Qi Yan just want to open the way of getting along with Song Fei big heart to heart, suddenly feel where is wrong.

Hesitating slowly back, sure enough, Huang Mo is standing a step away.

"A midnight snack." The female student smiled innocently.

Qi Yan turned around and stood next to him, so that Song Fei could see clearly.

"When did you get here?" Song Fei startled, asked faster than Qi words.

"Just arrived." Huang Mo is very natural.

Qi Yan looked at the half apple handed over with mixed feelings: "It has been oxidized."

Huang Mo: "Okay when Song Fei asked if you two would get back together if nothing happened."

Qi said: "..."

Song Fei: "It's been almost a century!"

Huang Mo smiles, lies frankly, lies after being exposed to admit also admit frankly, and can also read the previous text: "About that hypothetical problem, want to hear my opinion?"

Song Fei came to the interest, he and Qi Yan has been one-on-one interaction, but also want to listen to onlookers how to see, especially Huang Mo is so good at analyzing psychological professionals: "Huang teacher, please speak."

"You two can't split up."

Qi liked the answer: "How?"

"Either you get back together, or even if you don't, there will be lingering issues."

Song Fei shy: "Our love is so obvious?"

"Psychological research shows that the probability of single men looking for acquaintances in the circle to drive is very high, a closed environment, a small range of options, two acquaintances run in well, open on the road, high safety factor." It's part of the subculture clique, so if you don't get back together, you'll be friends with benefits."

Qi Yan, Song Fei: "..."

Two minutes of silence.

Qi said: "Thank you for the night snack."

Song Fei: "Miss Huang, do you have anything else?"

In fact, Huang Mo to find them really have something, otherwise it will not be bright eyes a look at the two putty crooked, also come to understand style.

"I'd like to discuss the next plan with you two." Restrain the joke, Huang Mo serious.

Qi Yan and Song Fei looked at each other, the former seemed to have enlightenment, the latter completely at a loss.

Huang Mo also did not keep secrets, directly said: "The canteen can not last long, let alone a month, a week is dangerous."

Song Fei did not understand her meaning, and the only thing she could think of was the new classmates: "You mean thirteen of them..."

"No," Huang Mo shook his head, looked at the distant friends who were still laughing and laughing, and sighed softly, "the problem is not with them, it is with us."

Song Fei and Qi Yan shut their mouths, no longer stir, only listen quietly.

Huang Mo mused for a moment, raised his eyes, and slowly said, "We can't do nothing to save the dead, which means that as long as someone comes, we will accept it." But resources are limited, and the apples you both have now are our last fruit, and sooner or later, the meat and vegetables will not be enough, and then we may be too late to plan."

"You said one day, maybe it's too late." Song Fei still could not resist, he knew that everything should be prepared for a rainy day, but it was natural to always prefer to think optimistic, "may rescue us here or more than 20 people, food is not only enough, and even left."

"Theoretically, it could be later, it could be sooner, but I'm telling you, sooner is a high probability event." Huang Mo said here paused, and then continued, the tone was deeper, "And as long as the beginning, the number and frequency of escape are only likely to accelerate, especially in the dormitory side, the more people survived, the easier it is to have a group effect." Once there are more survivors in the canteen than the food reserves can support, the fight will inevitably start, and no amount of news broadcasts will be able to calm the situation, because the presence of food is more impactful than not knowing when help will come."

Song Fei was silent.

Qi spoke thoughtfully.

"What I mean by this is not that we have to leave right away," Mr. Huang said, looking at his two comrades, "but we have to plan to leave in advance."

With that said, the rest is for the comrades to digest. These two are the backbone of the whole martial arts class, Huang Mo can see, so this matter will first find them to say. Once they get their minds together, the rest of the way will be easy.

Of course, if in the end all the preparation becomes redundant and they really avoid the high-probability event, it will be the happiest she has ever been punched in the face.

Near dawn, the twenty-seven friends in the back kitchen began to sleep.

Wu Sheng class looks like the old, laying in rows, chemical thirteen Lang has practiced a tacit understanding in the practical building, seemingly a mess into a group, but everyone's expression is very comfortable and serene.

Qi Yan and Song Fei were the last two to fall asleep.

Huang Mo's words more or less dilute the joy brought by the broadcast, but also let the heart that was carried away because of the broadcast have a bit of sober steadfast.

I woke up, it was near noon.

There is no answer to whether to leave or stay, but in the small friends who have been noisy all night, someone is sick.

There's more than one.

Josh, you have a fever.

Zhou homogeneous, fever.

Feng Qi Bai, fever.

Zhao He, lost his voice.

Luban Tower blew the wind for two nights and found it.

Art xin floor soaked a body of water, found.

The apple trees sang half the night, Newton bless. But Zhao He did not do it, and cried rock and roll in the kitchen for a night, and finally died as he wished.