Su Ci was talking about the fact that he had just ordered the group to disband.
"You have so many secrets, I can't believe it."
Lu Yunhe didn't realize that the corners of his lips and eyes were raised, which exceeded his requirement of always being serious. He thought he was threatening with a cold face.
"But I'm the best at prying people open. If you didn't run away quickly, you'd be in my hands now. You don't have a chance."
Su Ci tied the gauze into a knot, supported her cheek and tilted her head to look at him.
"What does Master Lu intend to use to pry?"
Her clear eyes were filled with a smile, and she seemed to be looking down at the man's strong and tall nose, smooth, cold and tightly pursed lips.
It was like a gentle breeze blowing on your face, the presence was not strong, but it was hard to ignore.
Lu Yunhe restrained his expression, stood up and avoided her sight.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down uncontrollably, and his mouth felt dry and hot, especially when he saw the girl's white wrists, his teeth ground several times.
He kind of wanted to... bite someone.
"In my case, how long will it last?"
Su Ci shook her head: "I don't know."
Everyone has a different physique, and the timing, dosage, and type of virus infection are also different. In the novel, Lu Yunhe was not injured so early.
The zombie virus is inherently uncontrollable. It might remain dormant for ten days or half a month, or it might mutate in the next second.
Lu Yunhe, who had just threatened to pry open the conversation, simply let go of the question and changed the subject: "Are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat?"
Su Ci: “…a little.”
"You stay here and help the school doctor treat the injured. I'll go to the cafeteria and the supermarket to bring back some food."
…
At the beginning of the apocalypse, communication facilities were still able to operate and distress messages could be sent out, but the situation outside was worse than that of Imperial Capital University.
Everyone is busy taking care of themselves, so the priority for rescue will definitely not be the Imperial Capital University, which has food, protection, organization and discipline, and even a small army.
The task of protecting students falls on the military training instructors.
It was the first time that the instructors guarding the playground encountered the phenomenon of exceeding their limits. They couldn't help but sweat, their faces tense and their attention highly focused.
"Student Su Ci, why didn't you go back?"
The instructor who had led the School of Pharmacy formation earlier was a little puzzled. Wasn't it she who suggested that high temperatures could easily lead to heatstroke and asked us to go back to the dormitory and sort out our belongings?
How come it's even hotter and more dangerous now, but she doesn't rush and stays to help them treat the wounded.
Su Ci didn't trust anyone else, so she didn't tell the instructor that it was Lu Yunhe who stopped her from going. Instead, she took out her cell phone and showed the instructor the message in the dormitory group.
"My other roommate has also become alienated and is now locked up in the dorm. The remaining one is staying next door, so I have nowhere to go."
The instructor's mind wasn't very flexible. Seeing the little girl sweating profusely from the heat, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Then follow uncle...brother...us."
His original intention was to shorten the distance between them, to comfort the unfortunate woman and ask her not to worry about where she was going, but he found that no matter how he called himself, it didn't seem right.
He is in his twenties and in college. He graduated early and is only 28 this year. His uncle is quite strange.
Just as he was about to go check out the situation over there with the zombies, he turned around and bumped into Lu Yunhe who was carrying water and food.
A pair of sweat-soaked eyes stared at him intently, their superior eyebrows making their eye sockets appear particularly deep, dark and even scarier than a zombie.
"elder brother?"
Lu Yunhe narrowed his eyes slightly and uttered cold words through his thin lips.
"Company Commander of the Second Company of the Third Battalion, step out! Recite the complete 'Communication Standards for Military Training' ten times. You are not allowed to drink water or eat until you have finished!"
Captain Du: “…Yes!”
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55555 Why is it so bleak after the holiday? It's even bleaker than before the holiday. Where have all the cute little ones of Daxing gone? TAT
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