Chapter 72: The Little Writer of the End Times (Yu Hui) 19 Professor Zhou...
Director Ye was particularly thoughtful and prepared four dishes and a soup for Song Qingqing, which was simply impossible in the doomsday when supplies were scarce.
Song Qingqing silently looked at the sumptuous meal on the table, chicken and vegetables, and even the very tender and smooth-looking egg custard...
She couldn't help but look up at Ye Si who was sitting there leisurely waiting for her to eat. She looked at the gentle smile on his face, then looked at the table full of food, and felt a little scared.
Isn't this really the last lunch?
Seeing that Song Qingqing couldn't help looking at him, Ye Si suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't you eat? Didn't you just say you were hungry? You keep looking at me, are you waiting for the teacher to feed you?"
Song Qingqing was frightened by the squinty-eyed monster's behavior and quickly withdrew her gaze. She sat down without saying a word and began to eat in silence, her ears feeling a little hot.
When she heard the words "hungry" and "feed", she subconsciously remembered how the stupid version of Ye Si had fed her with his own hands, and she suddenly felt unwell.
While Song Qingqing was busy eating, Ye Si had finished reading the information on hand. His eyes quietly fell on the tip of her red ear and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Qingqing, whose mind was full of Ye Si and some images, almost choked and tears welled up in her eyes. Ye Si moved faster than he thought and hugged her. His bony palms stroked her back again and again to soothe her. Ye Si, who was a step slow to realize what he had done habitually, paused his movements slightly, but soon returned to normal.
Song Qingqing, lying in his arms, kept coughing. Her natural tears wet her thick and long eyelashes, and her cheeks turned red from coughing.
It took a long time for Song Qingqing to recover.
But Ye Si obviously couldn't let her go so easily, and asked, "So what are you thinking about? Why are you so worried about it that you can't eat or drink?"
Song Qingqing huddled in his arms, her eyes rolling around, trying to figure out how to broach the subject, "Teacher, if you don't want to eat..."
After she said this, she realized something was wrong. Ye Si was a zombie now, so how could he need to eat human food? If he had to eat, he would only eat fresh flesh and blood and the crystal cores in the zombie's head. Only then did Song Qingqing realize what she was saying. Her pupils constricted, and she raised her hand to cover her mouth.
She really brings up things that are not related to the topic!
As expected, the next second, Ye Si asked her with a smile: "Qingqing, have you forgotten what I am now?"
Speaking of which, the reason he became like this now was all due to her good brother Zhou Zhanyun. If he hadn't known in advance some of the relevant research results of this madman Zhou Zhanyun, he probably wouldn't even know how he got into his laboratory and was sent to the experimental operating table to be filmed.
Ye Si still had a smile in his tone when he said this, but Song Qingqing felt creepy because she knew the plot. Now that Ye Si had regained his memory, he naturally knew why he became a high-level zombie, and she... happened to be Zhou Zhanyun's adopted sister with a high IQ and a pervert. If Ye Si took his anger out on her, she would probably be transformed into a zombie immediately.
But she couldn't show that she knew all this was caused by Zhou Zhanyun. She had no reason to know, and Zhou Zhanyun would never reveal any information about his experiment to her.
Song Qingqing bit her lips lightly, grabbed the corner of Ye Si's shirt and buried it in the crook of his neck.
There was no bloody smell of zombies on him, but instead the same lemon scent as his own, which smelled very nice.
Song Qingqing sniffed and couldn't help but smell it a few more times. She considered her tone and what she was going to say.
"But I know the teacher won't bite me, I will be obedient." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the following nonsense came out very naturally, "Teacher, you didn't hurt me when you lost your memory, and you won't hurt me now."
"and......."
Seeing that Ye Si didn't react, Song Qingqing took advantage of the situation and hugged his neck. The tips of her ears were red, and her voice was thin and soft, like a kitten's claws scratching people's palms from time to time, with a hint of grievance and coquettishness. "Professor Xiao Ye, you can't do this. You let me eat your ice before..."
Before she could even utter the word "cucumber", Ye Si raised his hand expressionlessly and covered the girl's daring and outspoken mouth.
How come he didn't know before that his student was so brave?
Song Qingqing whimpered twice, and found that she couldn't pull Ye Sireng's white and slender hands away. She just looked at him, her round almond eyes curved into crescents with a smile, but no matter how she looked at him, she still revealed the cunning of a little fox, which made people angry and gnashing their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.
The hand covering his body seemed to be shaking slightly.
Song Qingqing noticed this keenly and laughed even more unscrupulously.
Ye Si seemed to be shy! Zombies have no body temperature, so his handsome face was still pale and soft, with no sign of blushing, but his fingers were shaking, especially when they touched his lips.
Even with her mouth covered, she insisted on teasing the serious-looking Ye Si, "Teacher... don't you remember?"
Ye Si's gray-blue eyes reflected the girl's cunning and provocative expression and posture. He looked at her quietly for a long time, then laughed without warning.
When he smiled, Song Qingqing's courage, which she had finally mustered, suddenly withered away. She wanted to escape, but was restrained by an invisible force.
Familiar superpowers, familiar constraints.
Song Qingqing admitted her mistake faster than ever before, "Teacher Ye, I was wrong."
"Student Song is right." Ye Si smiled as warmly as jade. "It's the teacher who's wrong. You let your students go hungry for so long. How about I take you with me to do a control study?"
"Let's see what the difference is between the energy system architecture of mutants and zombies."
The research results show that, generally speaking, the energy of ordinary zombies is lower than that of those with superpowers, but... Ye Si is not an ordinary zombie at all. This zombie is like a perpetual motion machine that never gets tired. It is even more terrifying than Zhao Zemu!
Even the shirt that the zombie professor kindly put in front of her was soaked by Song Qingqing's tears. However, Ye Si still stated various conclusions in a gentle tone using experimental terms, such as temperature, humidity, and friction. This made Song Qingqing recall the fear shrouded by the professor in the first world, and she suddenly became more nervous.
Ye Si casually threw away the white shirt that was about to be wrung out of water and said with a smile: "Qingqing, if you don't control the flow rate like this, your body will easily become dehydrated."
Song Qingqing, who was unable to speak, used her special ability with tears in her eyes, trying to tie Ye Si's mouth. She didn't know whether it was because his special ability was special or for other reasons, but her vines rebelled again.
She attacked quickly and betrayed quickly. She was originally aggressive, but after approaching Ye Si, she obediently wrapped around his cold, white, and watery fingers like a dodder, and wrapped around his wrist along the knuckles, and then stayed there obediently.
Song Qingqing was so angry that she almost cried.
Ye Si smiled and comforted her, picked her up and sat her down, kissed the corners of her eyes, kissed away all the tears on her eyelashes that looked like broken jade beads, and then asked her shamelessly, "Qingqing's ability seems to like the teacher very much?"
The voice of Ye Si in her ear was no longer as clear as usual, but had a bit of dark meaning, which made her ears feel hot. Song Qingqing turned her head away without saying a word, and she wanted to bite him hard.
"I don't like it, not at all!" Song Qingqing denied it with tears in her eyes.
"Do you want to learn?" Ye Si was not angry. He coaxed her gently in her ear. His voice was low and soft, making people unconsciously want to listen to what he said. He was just like the magic flute player in medieval mythology who lured children away from home. "Has no one taught Qingqing how to use supernatural powers to concentrate attacks before? Do you want a teacher to teach you?"
The feeling of coldness and swelling caressing every corner makes one's spine numb, which makes Song Qingqing clearly realize that the person hugging her is a zombie, not a human with warmth and flesh and blood, which is a different feeling.
Song Qingqing looked at Ye Si with her moist almond-shaped eyes, "Really?"
Seeing the kitten taking the bait after seeing the big fish in the painting, Ye Si laughed, "Of course, but there is a small premise."
Song Qingqing: "What?"
"First, place your spiritual perception on your own vines." Ye Si patiently led her into his trap step by step. Song Qingqing obediently closed her eyes and did as she was told. When she found that she could rely on the vines she had stimulated to grow to sense the breath of objects and other creatures, she opened her eyes in surprise. This was something she had never felt before when she was with Zhao Zemu.
"Did you feel it?" Ye Si was not surprised by Song Qingqing's unusually surprised reaction, and asked her with a smile.
Song Qingqing nodded vigorously.
Ye Si continued to teach her with a gentle smile, "Try to control the vines to wrap around my hand? If you try it now, I think you can be more powerful than before."
As he spoke, Ye Si cooperated very well and put his cold, white, slender hands in front of Song Qingqing. The girl looked up at him warily at first, and only felt relieved after confirming that he was willing to let her tie him up and not dig a trap for herself.
The green and flexible vines stretched out cautiously, first touching Ye Si's fingertips with the tip, like a curious little head. Song Qingqing could clearly feel the slightly cool temperature on his fingers. This feeling was very wonderful to her. Before, when she used vines to tie people up, she could not feel the other person's temperature at all.
Seeing the girl in front of him was so cautious and testing, Ye Si said in a gentle voice: "Don't worry, I abide by the rules and won't struggle. You can do whatever you want with me."
Ye Si just said that after doing this, her vine power will be much stronger. Does that mean...
Song Qingqing raised her eyes to observe Ye Si. He had been looking down at the timid vine in his hand, and seemed to pay no attention to her at all. She began to secretly tie a knot with the vine. As long as she could trap Ye Si, she could bully him severely and slip away.
Ye Si lowered his head in a gentle and elegant manner, his eyes flickering slightly. As expected, he knew that she couldn't be so obedient.
Ye Si's eyes curved into a smile. He gently grasped Song Qingqing's vine with his backhand, and gently brushed the tip of the vine with the tip of his thumb. "Qingqing should be able to feel it more clearly now, right?"
The feeling of being caressed was transmitted along the vine. The vine no longer looked like a plant, but more like Song Qingqing's nerves. The tingling feeling spread, and she almost jumped up, but was caught by Ye Si.
"Still so disobedient." Ye Si sighed helplessly, pinching the vine's tender buds with his fingertips and twisting them gently. "Tell me, teacher, what did you want to do just now?"
Song Qingqing was left speechless by his actions. She finally understood why Ye Si had been so kind as to teach her how to control her supernatural powers. This was his plan after all. But now, she could only sob with tears in her eyes as she accused Ye Si, this seemingly gentle and kind-hearted bastard, "You're breaking the rules! You liar! You bastard! You bastard! You just said you'd let me do whatever I wanted if you didn't struggle or move."
Ye Si smiled, and Song Qingqing shrank back. His cold palm was behind her waist, leaving her no place to hide.
"Qingqing, who taught you these words?"
Based on Ye Si's understanding of his former colleague, Zhou Zhanyun, the scientific research madman who was completely unlike a human being, although this guy was crazy, he still had some manners. It was impossible for him to teach his sister a curse word like "dog thing". It could only be that she learned it from others after the apocalypse began.
The force of her fingertips pressing on the bud of the vine increased slightly, and Song Qingqing suddenly became speechless. The fingertips of her fingers that were clutching Ye Si's shirt turned pink and white. How could she dare to tell him that these words were taught to her by Zhao Zemu, the big ruffian. Before, Zhao Zemu smiled and said that her curses were not powerful, and then taught her many different curse words.
"Student Song, you must not insult teachers. You must be obedient. Come and apologize to the teacher."
Commander?!
Song Qingqing was stunned by Ye Si's shameless remarks, but she didn't have the energy to bargain with Ye Si now. She could only hide her head in Ye Si's chest and apologize to him in a low voice with tears in her eyes.
Ye Si knew very well how to test the bottom line of other people's temper, and he knew even better how to tease them without them getting angry. So every time he could control himself just right and stop with a smile before Song Qingqing got angry, which made people so angry that their teeth itched, but they could do nothing about it, and they felt a sense of impotent rage.
Fortunately, these hard days were over in a few days.
Although Song Qingqing herself was not quite sure how she was able to escape so easily, the incident happened one morning two days ago. Ye Si took advantage of Song Qingqing's exhaustion and fell asleep, and did not know whether he went to hunt mutant zombies or find food for her. When Song Qingqing was awakened by the noise outside the door, there was no one around her.
No, to be precise, there was not a single zombie.
Song Qingqing climbed up from the bed extremely quickly, found a hidden shelter and hid behind it, vigilantly observing the movements at the door.
The sound of someone talking to the other end of the intercom came from outside the door.
"Professor Zhou, after scanning, we found a survivor in this area."
A voice as cold and thin as fine snow came from the intercom.
"Area A was completely overrun long ago. Drone searches have failed to find any surviving humans. Confirm whether there are any human survivors, dead or alive, and bring this thing back."
Then.......
No one knew what equipment the other party had, so Song Qingqing couldn't use her special abilities at all.
The fully armed investigator froze in his tracks when he saw the girl's face clearly. "Ms. Song?"
Song Qingqing also stopped struggling and looked up at the person who came in a daze. She felt that this person seemed a little familiar. She quickly searched her memory and finally remembered who this person was.
He seemed to be Song's father's personal bodyguard when he was alive.
When this reliable uncle told Zhou Zhanyun that Song Qingqing was still alive, there was a clear silence on the other end of the line. Then he heard his cold and indifferent voice, "Take her back to the central base."
So Song Qingqing inexplicably got on the helicopter without any obstruction and was escorted to the central base.
To be honest, Song Qingqing was still confused until she was led to the door of the laboratory where Zhou Zhanyun was working.
When she finally realized that she was about to meet her adopted brother Zhou Zhanyun, Song Qingqing suddenly felt sick. The reason why she had not come to the central base until the end, and would rather go to the zombie pile to find Ye Si than come here, was because she was really afraid of her adopted brother who was like a scientific research fanatic and a villain.
According to the description in the plot outline, in Zhou Zhanyun's eyes, there may be no concept of life and death of living things. In his eyes, there are probably only two kinds of things, one is a valuable experimental subject, and the other is waste with no experimental value.
Unfortunately, in Zhou Zhanyun's eyes, he seemed to be in the waste category.
Just as Song Qingqing was wondering whether she should knock out the security guard outside and sneak away, the outermost silver metal door of the laboratory opened quietly and silently.
Song Qingqing was planning with her head down when a snow-white figure suddenly appeared in front of her. She was startled and looked up, only to meet a pair of indifferent silver-gray eyes. His gaze really... didn't seem like he was looking at a living person, but had a cold texture that only metal should have.
He was wearing a snow-white lab coat.
Zhou Zhanyun stood quietly in front of Song Qingqing. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was only as tall as his chest. She seemed to have just noticed him, so she raised her head and looked at him nervously with her almond-shaped eyes. He seemed to have never observed his adopted sister so closely and carefully before. He only heard that she had a bad temper, but it didn't seem like that at the moment.
Inappropriately, Zhou Zhanyun thought of a white cat that died at the hands of a peer when he was a child.
Song Qingqing looked at Zhou Zhanyun with such indifference and said to her, "Come in with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked away, striding into the laboratory with his long legs without looking back.
Zhou Zhanyun was tall and had long legs, and he was very fast. Song Qingqing was a step slower and was almost caught by the special door that was designed to prevent people from following her. She screamed in fright.
The tall, thin figure in front stopped. Zhou Zhanyun turned his head and looked at Song Qingqing, whose skirt was caught, expressionlessly for a moment. He frowned slightly and suddenly said, "Idiot."
Song Qingqing: “?”
Song Qingqing was inexplicably scolded and was confused. She looked up at Zhou Zhanyun blankly. He even used a declarative tone, as if he was stating some facts, which was a bit excessive.
But if this word was used to describe the researchers in Zhou Zhanyun's group, they would probably think that their Professor Zhou had suddenly shown mercy and used such gentle words to teach them a lesson.
Song Qingqing, who had never been scolded like this by Zhao Zemu and Ye Si, felt a little aggrieved, but Song Qingqing also knew that with Zhou Zhanyun's personality, if she scolded him back, he would probably be cut into pieces and placed on the laboratory table the next day. She had finally completed two tasks.
So Song Qingqing, who was very good at judging people's behavior, bit her lip, lowered her head silently, pinched the corner of her clothes and pulled them out, but she couldn't pull them back after a long time.
The snow-white teeth bit the lips a little harder.
Zhou Zhanyun just looked at her, ready to see what other funny things his sister with an empty brain could do.
The girl in front of him looked very fair-skinned and seemed to be well cared for even after the apocalypse. She raised her head and looked at him timidly, with a hint of grievance and accusation in her eyes. Then Zhou Zhanyun heard her ask him in a low voice.
"Brother, can you open the door for me?"
Zhou Zhanyun had a cold expression on his face, his eyes fixed on her hand which was carefully holding the corner of her lab coat.
Brother? How did she call herself that before?
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