Chapter 137 Campus Battle Royale (VI)
The last strand of silk was spit out, and the gap in the door was completely blocked.
Every wall, window and roof of the laboratory on the sixth floor is wrapped and covered with silk, and the entire laboratory has become a "safe house".
As long as the silk is there, no insect monster can break through the silkworms and come in.
Zeng Hua was lying in front of the door, vomiting blood, his face pale.
He didn't dare breathe deeply, as that would cause his heart to shatter in pain. He placed his left hand over his heart, letting the sweet, fishy blood flow from his mouth, moistening his chapped lips.
After more than ten minutes, he moved his fingers, supported his body and rubbed the wall inch by inch to sit up.
This movement made his vision go black again and his head felt dizzy for a long time.
"Can you give me some water? And a biscuit, just one piece will do. I..."
Before Zeng Hua could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp female voice.
"Teacher Zeng, it's already this late, and you're still thinking about eating?"
The sound came from the center of the crowd.
A girl in sportswear and a high ponytail was holding a box of biscuits, while a tall boy next to her was guarding a few precious bottles of bottled water.
They are material managers spontaneously elected by the students.
The girl's name was Li Li. She glanced at Zeng Hua, who was weak at the door, her eyes full of contempt and impatience.
"There are over sixty of us students who are still hungry, and we only have so much food and water. You are our instructor and our teacher, so you should prioritize us students, right? How dare you snatch food from us?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the students around her immediately buzzed in agreement.
"Yes, Mr. Zeng, you are a bug-loving person, so you can endure hunger better than us, right?"
"It is your responsibility to protect us. You should consider our safety first."
"That's right, without you, we might have died long ago, but now we are still alive, you have to let us live first!"
Every seemingly reasonable word was like an ice-cold knife stabbing Zeng Hua's heart.
He leaned against the wall, the severe pain in his chest and the coldness in his heart intertwined, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He looked at the box of biscuits and the bottles of water, a trace of sad self-mockery in his eyes.
He remembered.
He had dragged this box of biscuits out of the ruins of the campus supermarket two days ago, risking being besieged by three insect monsters. As a result, he had a deep wound on his back that was visible to the bone.
Those bottles of water were the only food left in his backpack. When he found these students, he took them out without hesitation and said he would distribute them uniformly.
He gathered all the supplies he could find, thinking that together they could hold out for a little longer. But he never imagined that the safety and food he had fought so hard for would ultimately cost him even a bite.
No one paid any attention to him.
Li Li and the boy began distributing supplies to the students without paying any attention to the people around. Each person could only get a sip of water and a small piece of biscuit, but even so, no one dared to stand up and say a word for Zeng Hua.
They just took the food silently, then hid in the corner, looking at each other vigilantly, and also at Zeng Hua who was dying at the door.
The taste of blood in my throat grew stronger, and every breath was accompanied by a burning pain.
Zeng Hua's vision began to blur. He knew that without water and energy replenishment, he might not be able to hold on any longer.
Just when his consciousness was about to blur, a short-haired girl wearing glasses in the crowd spoke softly.
"Li Li, let's... give him some."
Li Li immediately glared at him: "Give it to him? Why? He's a grown man..."
"If he dies," the short-haired girl interrupted her, her voice low but loud enough to reach everyone's ears, "we don't know what will happen to the silk. What if the silk disappears and those bugs rush in? If we keep him, at least we'll be safe. He can't die."
These words are more useful than any morality or emotion.
All the students were stunned, then expressions of fear and recognition appeared on their faces. Yes, Zeng Hua's insect energy was their only guarantee now. If Zeng Hua died, what if the silk disappeared?
Li Li's expression changed, and she obviously thought of this.
She reluctantly unscrewed the lid of a bottle of water, poured out half the bottle cap, took out a biscuit, broke it in half, walked up to Zeng Hua, and handed it to him unhappily.
"Teacher Zeng, you have to eat sparingly."
Zeng Hua didn't say anything and took it with trembling hands.
The water moisturizes the dry throat and brings a slight coolness.
He chewed the half biscuit, which was only a quarter the size of his palm, in small bites. Mixed with the taste of blood in his mouth, he could not taste any saltiness or fragrance, only endless bitterness.
He looked at the group of frightened students in front of him, and a silent bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Is this the student he protected with his life?
*
In front of the teaching building, the huge screen had already fallen into a dead silence and darkness.
Sad and ethereal music started without warning and echoed over the square.
The originally still white silk began to flow slowly like water, sometimes pure white, sometimes turning into a bright, glaring blood red.
The students who had just been frightened to the point of having their legs go limp by E Shifang's brutal methods were once again in shock.
"ah--!"
"Let us out! Let us out!"
They ran and screamed, rushing towards the silk barrier like headless flies, but were cut to pieces after touching the silk thread.
Xie Mian moved in E Shifang's arms, his brows furrowed.
E Shifang's hands started to play tricks again.
He pushed E Shifang's chest and whispered, "Put me down."
E Shifang looked down at him with a playful smile on his lips, but his arms were held tighter.
"The ground is cold, and your tail..."
"I can be by myself."
Xie Mian interrupted him, his tone brooking no room for argument.
He suddenly remembered that when he was collecting supplies in the supermarket, he had collected a wheelchair.
"Is there a wheelchair in the space? Let me sit in the wheelchair." Xie Mian said.
E Shifang's expression froze for a moment, then turned innocent and bewildered: "Wheelchair? What wheelchair? I don't remember receiving such a thing."
As he spoke, his insect energy had already leaped into his own space and accurately found the neatly folded wheelchair.
A barely perceptible energy fluctuation flashed by, and one of the wheels of the wheelchair broke, and the metal rod at the connection was strangely twisted and deformed.
After doing all this, he raised his eyes with a sincere expression that said, "I really don't know what you are talking about."
Xie Mian knew him very well. As soon as he saw his innocent look, he knew that things were not that simple.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at E Shifang: "Are you sure?"
"Oh...oh!" E Shifang slapped his head as if he had suddenly realized something. "It seems like there is such a thing. Let me look for it."
At Xie Mian's strong request, E Shifang reluctantly "took out" a wheelchair from the space.
With a "clang", a tattered wheelchair with a broken axle, a bent bracket and a cut on the seat cushion was thrown to the ground.
Xie Mian looked at the fresh fracture and his temples began to throb.
He took a deep breath and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "E. Shi. Fang. You'd better fix it for me now, immediately, right away."
"Alas," E Shifang sighed exaggeratedly, his tone full of frustration and grievance at not being able to hold his wife any longer, "Okay, okay, there's really nothing I can do about you."
He stretched out a hand towards the pile of scrap metal.
White light flowed through his fingertips, and the time worm could be activated.
Broken axles and twisted metal rods were quickly restored to pristine condition in a visible reversal of time. The entire process took only a few seconds, yet E Shifang performed it with great deliberation, sighing exaggeratedly as he went along.
The wheelchair was repaired, and he reluctantly placed Xie Mian steadily on the wheelchair.
Just as Xie Mian sat in the wheelchair and his fingertips just touched the handrail, a gloomy and hoarse male voice came from the rooftop of the teaching building.
"Welcome everyone... to the final part of the memorial service."
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