Chapter 79: The Little Writer of the End of the World (Yuhui) 26 Check
"What are you talking about?"
After meeting Song Qingqing's eyes, Zhou Zhanyun walked over and placed the plate on the empty seat next to Song Qingqing. There was nothing unusual on his face, as if he had not heard the conversation between the two people just now.
The topic they were originally discussing about the atmosphere at Ye Si Research Institute came to an abrupt end.
Especially the senior brother who pulled Song Qingqing to complain about the overly depressing atmosphere in the central research institute, his face was forced to be calm. When he saw Zhou Zhanyun, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. Even his hands holding the chopsticks were shaking slightly, and he almost dropped the piece of meat on the chopsticks.
"You were having such a good chat, but you stopped talking when you saw me?" Zhou Zhanyun took out a tissue with an indifferent expression and slowly wiped his fingers that had just been coated with hand sanitizer, from the gaps between his fingers to his fingertips, leaving no part untouched.
But the calmer his expression was, the more frightening it was; it was the calm before the storm.
The senior student sitting across from Song Qingqing could no longer eat. He trembled as he picked up his plate and was about to leave. "Hello, Professor Zhou. I remembered that our group's presentation time today has been moved up. I'll go back and organize the materials first..."
Before he could finish his words, he turned and walked away, and walked faster and faster, as if there was a flood or a beast chasing him from behind.
Song Qingqing looked at the back of her senior brother who was fleeing quickly. She was stunned for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes wide.
No, why would this guy be like this? Leaving her alone to face Zhou Zhanyun, whose face was so cold it could be an ice machine?!
Song Qingqing didn't have the courage to bring up any topic to talk to Zhou Zhanyun. She just buried her head in eating the stir-fried carrots and meat in the grid.
Noticing the pile of diced carrots Song Qingqing had piled on the corner of her plate, Zhou Zhanyun suddenly said, "Picky eater?"
Song Qingqing stopped eating suddenly. She looked up at Zhou Zhanyun beside her. He looked at her and... the pile of carrot cubes in the corner with such calm and indifferent eyes.
The meaning of his eyes was very clear, as if he was going to pick her up in the cafeteria and teach her a lesson if she was picky about food and refused to eat.
Song Qingqing: “…”
"I don't like carrots." Song Qingqing thought about it again and again, and still wanted to struggle. Why was Zhou Zhanyun like Zhao Zemu, not allowing her to be picky about food? But Ye Si was different. He would spoil her very much. Whatever she wanted to eat, Ye Si would find it for her.
"Carrots contain carotene, which can be converted into group A vitamins in the body."
The fair and pretty face of the girl in front of him wrinkled into a ball. Zhou Zhanyun's originally irritable mood suddenly became much happier when he saw her expression. He picked up a piece of carrot with a fork and put it to Song Qingqing's mouth with a cold expression, "Open your mouth."
Song Qingqing pursed her lips, still struggling desperately, and refused to give in.
Zhou Zhanyun, without a trace of emotion in his eyes or eyebrows, reached out his hand towards her face, then mercilessly pinched her soft cheek with his cold, slender fingers. Seeing that Song Qingqing was still reluctant, he actually raised his voice slightly and said gently in the tone of a parent educating a child, "Qingqing, don't be picky about food. You will get shorter."
Song Qingqing clearly caught a glimpse of the members of the research institute who were looking over curiously because of Zhou Zhanyun's presence. They were also whispering, saying that they had never seen Professor Zhou so easy to talk to, and who took care of their sister so gently.
The huge question mark hit Song Qingqing's forehead directly with a bang.
Which of their eyes could tell Zhou Zhanyun's icy face was gentle?! Her face was almost red from being pinched by this devil, okay?
Song Qingqing was so shocked that her lips subconsciously opened slightly.
Zhou Zhanyun was quick and swift, stuffing a large piece of carrot into her mouth without changing his expression. He also closed her mouth tightly. He leaned over and smiled at her with a gentle expression, "Be good, eat it all."
It does seem so to outsiders, but from Song Qingqing's perspective, this smile is clearly full of blatant threats.
Song Qingqing protested with a whimper, but it was of no use.
Zhou Zhanyun didn't let Song Qingqing go until he had finished feeding her the whole plate of diced carrots. He also wiped the corners of her lips carefully with a tissue, "You're so good."
By the end of the feeding, Song Qingqing was so exhausted that she lay on the table with dull eyes. She felt like her nose was about to turn into a carrot.
Zhou Zhanyun looked at her dejected expression and suddenly laughed. He asked, "Is the atmosphere in Director Ye's research institute good?"
Song Qingqing: “…”
She froze instantly as she lay on the table.
So, even at that distance, Zhou Zhanyun still heard it, and after torturing her, he started to settle the score.
Song Qingqing sat up slowly, like a little snail that wanted to shrink in place. She said sullenly, "I was just talking nonsense..."
"He is a very gentle person. All the students in the group like him? Qingqing too?" Zhou Zhanyun looked at Song Qingqing with that creepy smile.
The smile on Zhou Zhanyun's face was like a bucket of cold water, poured over Song Qingqing's head.
She shook her head quickly.
The communicator in Zhou Zhanyun's white coat pocket suddenly vibrated, interrupting the interrogation. Song Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, but when she looked up at Zhou Zhanyun, she froze in place.
Because...Zhou Zhanyun's face and expression at this moment were no longer horrible enough to describe.
He looked very calm, with his thin lips not even pressed together, but there was a frightening murderous aura between his eyebrows.
Song Qingqing stood up reflexively. She felt that the situation was not good. Zhou Zhanyun would not suddenly jump up and beat her up the next second, right?
After Zhou Zhanyun finished reading the message on the communicator, he turned around and looked at Song Qingqing, who had stood up as if ready to escape at any time. He just looked at her quietly. When the atmosphere had become so oppressive that Song Qingqing couldn't help but tremble slightly, he finally spoke compassionately. His tone was calm, but more terrifying than a fierce threat.
"Qingqing, did I ever tell you that you have to tell your brother everything you experienced in City A?"
When Song Qingqing was picked up without warning in the cafeteria and then taken to Zhou Zhanyun's personal laboratory and placed on the experimental bench, she was still confused. She couldn't understand why things suddenly turned out like this?
Song Qingqing sat up carefully, and Zhou Zhanyun had already placed the projection screen in front of her.
When she saw herself clearly in the video recording, Song Qingqing's pupils shrank slightly and her fingers clenched together nervously.
Zhou Zhanyun sat expressionlessly in a chair in front of the console. He thoughtfully captured the moment where Song Qingqing was unfazed by the zombie swarm. "This was recorded by a drone on routine patrol over City A. The monitor detected this unusual image and sent it to my communicator after performing facial comparison."
He slowed down his speech, but it made Song Qingqing's hair stand on end.
"My dear sister, you can't tell me that this face is not yours, right?"
Song Qingqing sat at the operating table in a daze for a long time before she realized that she had to explain to Zhou Zhanyun, but it was obvious that he was not going to give Song Qingqing a chance to explain.
"elder brother......."
Before Song Qingqing finished her words, she saw Zhou Zhanyun operating the panel in front of the operating table with a cold expression. Then, cold restraints suddenly appeared and firmly fixed her wrists and ankles on the cold metal table, revealing her soft and vulnerable parts.
The shadowless lamp above her head suddenly lit up, and the dazzling light made Song Qingqing's eyes burst into tears. Her long and thick eyelashes were instantly wet. Combined with her pale little face, she looked extremely pitiful, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Song Qingqing struggled and found that the restraint did not move at all. Her back was pressed against the cold metal table, making her shiver. Because she could not see Zhou Zhanyun, she felt even more insecure. She had no idea what Zhou Zhanyun was going to do to her.
Thinking about how she was frightened by zombies, experienced the zombie tide, and finally reached Zhou Zhanyun's level, but was about to fail, she couldn't help her emotions. Tears fell one by one and landed on the silver-white metal table. Because the tears were hot, they blurred and formed a star-like mist.
She knew that Zhou Zhanyun, the lunatic, was going to cut herself into experimental slices.
She now felt like a shivering little white mouse tied up on a laboratory table, standing in front of this cold, white scene.
When the cold scalpel came close to her skin through the cloth, Song Qingqing finally couldn't help it. She whimpered and then burst into tears. She had never died so cruelly in any mission world.
The movement of the knife tip cutting through the fabric stopped at some point.
Zhou Zhanyun was standing in front of the operating table. He frowned and put away the scalpel. "Why are you crying? I'm just checking you out."
She refused to tell him what special ability or method she relied on to move freely among the zombies, so he could only use this method to verify his guesses about these viruses and the laws of evolution.
His original intention was just to scare her with these insignificant things so that this little liar would not dare to continue to say different things to different people in front of him. Otherwise, who knows how many times he would lose control of his emotions in the future. Zhou Zhanyun instinctively did not like this feeling of being out of control. In his opinion, no matter what exists, it must be carried out in an orderly manner.
Song Qingqing, lying on the laboratory operating table, sniffed, and the corners of her eyes were red from crying. She looked at Zhou Zhanyun with tears in her eyes, who was still holding the scalpel in his hand. Her voice was trembling slightly with tears, and she sounded so aggrieved. If others heard it, I'm afraid their hearts would ache.
"Brother... aren't you going to cut me into pieces and use me as a test specimen?"
Zhou Zhanyun was stunned for a long time after being persuaded by such a pitiful tone, and then his face suddenly darkened and his voice became frighteningly low and hoarse.
"What does that bastard Ye Si usually say to you about me?"
He didn't expect that, unknown to him, Ye Si, this gentlemanly villain, would ruin his reputation in this way.
Although he knew that his reputation had never been good, he didn't care. He only saw the progress of the experiment.
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