Translator: transcendentwings
TW/CW: mention of suicide in a joking manner (but not intended to make light of such a matter)
Song Fei drew close to Huang Mo’s ear and briefly recounted the information that he had gotten from Ding Shiyuan. He kept his voice very low and with the cover of the radio broadcast, the twenty-nine people on the opposite side could barely hear a single word.
But even so, he was still worried. While talking, he kept an eye on the uninvited guests from the corner of his eye for fear that someone would rush out to make trouble in the middle of his report.
After he finished divulging the intelligence, Huang Mo nodded to express her understanding.
Now that Huang Mo could piece together a bigger picture in her mind, Song Fei’s heart finally dropped down from his throat. When he peered at the unwelcome guests again, he didn’t use his peripheral vision, but turned to face them directly, head on, open and aboveboard.
“Ai, that person with the triangular eyes, why are you always peaking at me ha. It’s lenient enough that I didn’t come find you to settle the matter of smashing the freezer, and yet you still dare act all high and mighty and feel unconvinced!”
“Ah?” The classmate with the triangular eyes who was caught was confused, “What freezer?” He was just curious about what these two people were muttering about and reflexively took a second look, so how did a freezer suddenly come about?
Song Fei was disdainful: “Don’t pretend, Qiao Siqi has already exposed you, the one who shattered the freezer was you!”
“How is that possible,” the astonishment and innocence in the eyes of the triangular-eyed student were so sincere, “I have no impression at all. . .”
“Ha,” Song Fei snorted, “Then what do you recall?”
“I only remember breaking out of the dorms and then the next thing I know, I was already here tuning into the radio, truly.”
“. . .” Song Fei has seen many cases of shirking the blame a lot, but this was the first he saw such a simple and crude one.
This amnesiac classmate, you win!
“Ai, the one with the stout waist, I can recognize the back of your head even if you lower your head until it’s below the ground. The one who tried to stab He Zhiwen earlier was you, I’ll remember all these grudges in your place ne.”
The robust classmate, who was trying to hide in the crowd, was provoked by this accusation that was all but missing an actual finger pointing at him: “F*ck, I didn’t even frickin’ actually run it through!”
Song Fei raised a brow as a ferocious look crept into his eyes: “You still want to try?!”
The male student’s aura instantly weakened with a guilty conscience and he unconsciously hunched over a bit, as he continued to mumble stubbornly: “I also don’t know why I suddenly whipped out the knife at the time, my mind was just blank, but then when I really brought it down, my hand was shaking, otherwise did you think he’d have the chance to block it with the sack of flour?”
“That’s the point. That bag of flour was ruined by you and scattered all over the floor. Can we still eat it now? It’s more unforgivable than you trying to stab He Zhiwen!”
“Song Fei. . .” He-tongxue’s gentle call came from not too far away.
“Ah,” Song Fei jumped before turning his head feebly to meet the other’s gaze, “Xiao-He, hehe, you’re here too ah.”
“That’s right ah,” He Zhiwen spread his hands, maintaining a smile, “This truly is a sorrowful story ne.”
“That, you, sit down!” Shrinking his neck, Song Fei ended this dangerous topic.
The hulking male student complied in confusion as he continued to struggle with the balance between flour and human life. Successive incidents have basically destroyed his evaluation of values and although it was slightly reestablished when he listened to the radio earlier, its foundation was slightly shaken up again by Song Fei just now and had collapsed into ruins again as a result.
Huang Mo couldn’t stop herself from tugging on Song Fei’s sleeve with an amused grin: “That’s enough.”
Song Fei waited for a long time before sitting down again, feeling as if he hadn’t been able to fully express himself just yet and grumbled to Huang Mo in a low voice: “Without threatening them somewhat, I can’t relax completely.”
“It shouldn’t be a big issue at this stage anymore.”
Song Fei knew that the lighter Huang Mo’s tone was, the more confident she was, however, “At this stage?”
Huang Mo pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly: “En, there’re rations, there’s news.”
“Everything that can be consumed. . . will eventually be finished.” The reality that no one wants to face, even Song Fei, someone as optimistic as Song Fei, also stated this truth with difficulty.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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That’s right ah, in the current situation, if they could live well in the present then they would be considered lucky, as for the future, they could only take it one step at a time.
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“There is no such if.” Huang Mo gazed at Song Fei softly, “As long as Yu Zisheng didn’t make the first move, then you guys would never have gotten into such an intense altercation with fellow classmates. Besides, taking a step back, there were only six of you at the time and your fighting experiences were far less than what they are now, if you all really were to fight, you would be outnumbered and would’ve died with a doubt.”
“So leaving the supermarket was correct,” Song Fei revealed his pearly white teeth, “Only then would we have had the chance to become who we are now.”
Huang Mo smiled: “En, completely reborn, with combat abilities to triumph over gods.”
Peering at the twenty-nine uninvited guests again, Song Fei felt that it was necessary to inform them: “I’m telling you all, no one should try anything funny, we aren’t the same soft and that just use fruit knives, switchblades, utility knives, swiss army knives, scissors, modified sushi spears, Korea-style chopsticks, Eight Trigrams fan, military combat moves in order to fight against the zombies!”
The twenty-nine students: “. . .”
How the hell were they considered soft and squishy in the first place ahhh!!!
What needed to be reported was communicated, those who needed to be intimidated were threatened, Song Fei could finally retire after completing his tasks.
“Oh right,” Huang Mo pulled him to stop him from getting up and exhorted him one last sentence, “Tell John, he’s already sick, so he shouldn’t keep worrying about the skirmishes at the frontlines.”
Song Fei chuckled, knowing that Huang Mo was referring to the fact that Qiao-tongxue hadn’t forgotten about the freezer-destroyer despite being ill: “Will do, I’ll try to persuade him.”
Bidding Huang Mo farewell, Song Fei buzzed around the entire kitchen like a bee, passed on the information he wheedled out of Ding Siyuan to his companions that were scattered all over before ultimately returning to Qi Yan’s side.
However even if he were to return, he still checked the conditions of his three sick comrades first before he lifted his clothes up with a grin, asking Qi Yan to help him take a look at the needle hole on his back.
“Done acting cocky?” Qi Yan never took his eyes off Song Fei and was distressed and emotionally drained because of him, then it ultimately grew as pent-up frustration.
“Don’t I have to stabilize the fruits of our victory ma.”
“Have you secured it now?”
“Absolutely reinforced. I can guarantee that our image as death squads with illimitable methods had left an indelible shadow in their hearts—It hurts ah, dage!!!”
“Not a handsome one anymore?”
“It still hurts, even if I say handsome ah! What did you rub on!”
“Alcohol.”
“You’ve even brought alcohol back. . . That’s not right, I really feel that it’s like concentrated sulfuric acid ah!”
“The needle is too thick, the gauge is too big, and if all the alcohol flows into it, it will inevitably sting.”
“Did you have to use such a cruel and detailed description. . .” Song Fei burst into tears, “I was already unlucky enough tonight, I was thrown against glass and also got stabbed, who was more miserable than I was!”
Qi Yan sighed, gently pulled his clothes back down and embraced him from behind, feeling soft and helpless at the same time: “When you do anything in the future, can you not be so impulsive, consider it more, you don’t need to think thrice, just once is enough.”
This wasn’t the first time Qi Yan called him rash and careless, but it was indeed the one time his tone was the gentlest, his position the lowest, and his hug the warmest.
Song Fei’s thorns softened into noodles, and his bad temper turned into a puddle of water.
“Don’t be impulsive, think on it more,” Song Fei murmured softly, “Like you?”
Qi Yan had a nagging feeling that something was off, but he couldn’t name it after a while and could only respond cautiously: “En.”
Song Fei turned his head, raised an eyebrow lightly, and snickered wickedly: “If I were like you, what would I need you for?”
“. . .” He knew that there was a trap!
It was rare for Qi Yan and Song Fei to spend such “heartwarming and joyful” time with each other.
However, good things were always as short-lived as a fleeting moment.
“Qi Yan. . .” Qiao-tongxue, one of the three sick comrades and also the one who was the most energetic of the three from beginning to end, called out weakly.
Maintaining the posture of embracing his BF, Qi Yan frowned and glanced at the comrade lying down off to the side: “Why haven’t you fallen asleep yet?”
Qiao Siqi was choked by a mouthful of stagnant blood, instantly feeling as if his condition was getting worse like frost upon snow: “I also don’t know. . . I’m just getting drowsier and dazed, but I just can’t sleep. . . Am I going to die wuwuwu. . .”
Song Fei broke away from Qi Yan and quickly pulled up next to Qiao Siqi to comfort him: “It’s normal to feel sleepy after taking medicine. What you have to do now is not to think about anything until dawn. Believe me, when the sun comes out tomorrow, you will be lively like a dragon and spirited like a tiger!”
“Really?” Qiao Siqi trembled violently with a sobbing tone, one could tell that he was genuinely afraid.
Song Fei took a deep breath and emphasized: “Truly.”
Qiao Siqi: “Wuwu, I don’t believe it. . .”
“. . .” If it weren’t for the serious illness, this type of comrade-in-arms who was flawed from head to toe would have no excuse to escape a big, fat beating at all!!!
“If you really think that it isn’t enough,” Qi Yan abruptly interjected, “Then we’ll set up an IV drip.”
Qiao Siqi was stunned.
Song Fei was also a little muddled: “You also brought infusion bottles back?”
Qi Yan nodded and lifted Qiao Siqi’s hand at the same time, starting to rub the blood vessels on the back of his hand.
Qiao Siqi even forgot to cry and asked with trepidation: “You, you know how to start an infusion?”
“I don’t,” Qi Yan didn’t even pause, “But even if I’ve never eaten pork, I’ve seen a pig run. It’s just looking for veins and blood vessels bei. At first, you may not be able to grasp the force and it’s easy to pierce through the wall of the blood vessel. If once isn’t enough, then just insert it a few more times, as long as there is a back flow of blood into the infusion line, it proves that it was stuck in a blood vessel.”
“. . .”
“But why can’t I locate your blood vessels clearly on the back of your hand ne.”
“Could it be that your skills aren’t. . .”
“Let’s forget about the back of the hand, let’s change it to the wrist. The skin here is the thinnest, and the blood vessels could be seen most clearly. You can even see the needle clearly through the skin when the infusion needle is inserted in, that’s also why those who commit suicide like to cut their wrists. . .”
“Qi-ge!” Qiao Siqi suddenly called out animatedly and reclaimed his hand from Qi Yan’s wicked claws, hiding it deeply within the blanket, “The medicine you brought back seems to be working, I’m not so cold anymore and I feel strength returning to my body a bit. I have the illusion that I can live another five hundred years!”
Qi Yan nodded his head in approval: “Fight on.”
Qiao Siqi closed his eyes with a snap: “Good night!”
Qi Yan didn’t bring back any infusion bottles at all, Song Fei only realized that belatedly after Qiao Siqi began snoring.
Qi Yan has learned to play tricks, slipping into the abyss that was impudence little by little under his nose. Song Fei didn’t know whether to mourn the passing of an upright young man, or welcome the arrival of Song Fei No. 2 with open arms.
But the problem was that he didn’t let Qi Yan learn from him ah!
That which one wants another to learn, such as Qi Yan asking him to act with more prudence, is destined to always fail.
Things which one doesn’t want another to pick up, such as his “brilliant achievements”, Qi Yan grasped perfectly without a teacher.
The old adage indeed spoke the truth—It’s difficult to master the good, but it’s easy to acquire the bad!
Dadada. . .
Guangdang. . .
“Ah. . .”
Pudong. . .
Who knew where this strange breeze came from, bringing along this mess of noise.
The sound was so far away that it didn’t seem very realistic.
However all the sober people in the kitchen heard it, and the softer the disturbance, the more anxious it would make people feel.
At first, the companions peeked through the gaps between the shutters, but discovered nothing.
Fortunately, when Wusheng Class 1 initially arrived at the canteen, the rope left by Song Fei and Little Landmine when they accidentally broke in from the roof, was still there. Although, the end of it only reached the middle where the Korean cuisine kitchen window of Class 2 was, Class 2 had often used it to cross the distance between the first and second levels back and forth frequently and so the rope was lengthened with the assistance of Class 1. Usually, in order to prevent the zombies from climbing it, Class 2 would reel the second half of the rope back into the window after using it. If everyone were on the ground level like they were now, they would tie a heavy object as an anchor to the end of the rope and toss it back up, then hook it back down when they needed to use it again.
It was late into the night and the zombies outside the window had already dispersed.
After Qi Yan hooked the rope down, successfully scaled to the roof, and swiftly pulled the rope up again, the racket in the distance was still present.
That was in the direction of the western side of the dormitories. Segregated by a certain distance, one couldn’t see clearly, and could only vaguely make out that many people were running. Under the moonlight, the shadows of the fleeing army were trailing out quite far back.
The dormitory where Qi Yan and the others lived, including the canteen and the residential life area where the supermarket was situated, belonged largely to the eastern district, which was also where most of the undergraduates of the various departments were concentrated. The western district was dominated by the postgraduate students and there were also many students from the School of International Education and the School of Continuing Education, as well as a very small number of undergraduates from other departments who were unfortunately assigned to the western area because the east side was full.
There was no canteen for the students in the western district, but there was a garden café and a dumpling restaurant.
The garden café was called a café, but it was actually also a canteen. It had two floors in total and was about a third of the size of the main canteen that they were in. One would similarly swipe their card at the window and then dine, therefore the main patrons who visited were students from the western district while the toiling campus gardeners were the spot of red in the midst of copious green.
The dumpling restaurant was the only commercial restaurant in the university. It occupied a large area. In addition to dumplings, it also had high-quality private dishes. It was rumored that the university had always prohibited commercial chains from entering, so it was unknown what the owner of the dumpling restaurant did to sign a contract to run this business, but it eventually thrived.
The distance between the eastern and western districts wasn’t too far, but it wasn’t very close either. Thus unless one wanted to eat the specialties from the main canteen, students from the western district seldom came here to eat.
Even now, the direction of their escape was towards the garden café.
So Qi Yan could only watch them get further and further away, until even their shadows disappeared at the end of the disturbance.
“The western district?”
“En,” Qi Yan still carried a chill around his body, “Fleeing to the garden café ne, their situation is probably no different than ours.”
“There are also quite a few people in the western district,” Lin Dilei sighed, “The canteen there isn’t as big as ours and the situation would only become worse.”
“D*mn, and here I was thinking if this place won’t work, then we’d go over there ne,” Wu Zhou cursed with a look of despair, “It seems like that’s a dead end now.”
“When will the soldier-geges come ah.”
“The policeman-shushu would work too ah. . .”
The companions chatted with each other, taking turns to speak, there were a lot of complaints and discontent, little sentences of substance, and they ended up not making heads or tails of anything.
The current predicament was like an unsolvable question, no matter how they answered, no solution was correct.
In the end, Huang Mo, who had been silent this entire time finally spoke, “Since there is quick fix, then those who have to recuperate will take care of their illness, those who need to retire should rest, and once everyone has bounced back with energy, alive and well, no matter how difficult the hurdle is, no matter how difficult the road ahead will be, we will be able to transverse is smoothly.”
The companions didn’t know where Huang Mo’s confidence came from, but they were inexplicably infected by this mettle and felt at ease.
—Song Fei’s self-confidence was like Coca-Cola, it tasted good, but if one occasionally burped, one would be choked by the carbonic acid and would want to criticize it. But Huang Mo’s self-confidence was like light tea, fragrant on the initial sip and sweet on the aftertaste, low-key but luxurious and full of connotation, mysterious and elegant.
Author’s Chapter Summary:
Song-tongxue consolidated the results of the brawl, Huang-laoshi reassured the hearts of the people!
The translator has something to say: SF and HM run a nice good cop-bad cop scheme, though SF can only make empty threats and can only intimidate as if he were a mere paper tiger, but it’s funny how he tries, and HM is always so steady and calm voice of reason, even if she is unable to come up with real solutions, at least she is very clear on the ins and outs of the situation. Lastly, let’s congratulate QY on the beginnings of his corruption to the dark side mwahahaha
a round fan made of feathers, a symbol of wisdom, the most well-known representative is Zhuge Liang (military strategist). On a rainy night, he ran into a woman who made him nearly lose his mind from lust and was warned by his teacher not to get entangled or it would be hard for him to grow like a tree entwined with vines. The woman was in fact a crane from the Temple in Heaven who had stolen peaches and was sent to the human realm to cultivate and reflect, however she indulged in pleasure instead. In order to prevent her from committing further misdeeds he burned her clothes and when she descended to prevent him from doing so, he tried to capture her, yet was only able to grab a fistful of feathers, the feathers which he used to make his fan as a reminder and warning for himself
Blackened Qi Yan sounds scary but honestly I like how he is in this chapter so… let’s see what happens next?
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