The end of the world has laid hands on me

"There!" Geng Manhong pointed to the very old building in front.

Jiang Xinghuai arrived first, pulled open the iron gate of the building, and shouted against the door: "Quick, quick!"

Geng Manhong rushed in, and Fu Yan was behind.

Jiang Xinghuai immediately closed the door, and with a bang, the iron door was closed tightly.Because of too much force, when he let go of the door, his entire palm was numb from the shock.

Jiang Xinghuai pressed his beating heart, took a step back, and sat down on the ground exhausted.

"Is Xing Xing all right?" Geng Manhong went to help him, sweating profusely.

"...Geng Geng, I'm fine." Jiang Xinghuai panted and rolled his eyes.

As a class teacher, Geng Manhong is serious and lively, and he is undoubtedly qualified.

But Jiang Xinghuai couldn't bear it the most. This middle-aged man, a decadent old man whose divorced son was snatched away by his cheating ex-wife, liked to call others nicknames when he was deeply in love.

"Hey!" Geng Manhong raised his head suddenly, "Isn't that the one with the yellow hair who snatched my things just now?"

"What?" Jiang Xinghuai turned his head to look outside the iron gate.

Huangmao fell on the street not far from them, desperately kicking the infected who grabbed his feet.Soon, he got up on both hands and feet, with blood dripping from his head, and desperately rushed towards the door of the nearest store where someone just ran in.

After the man entered, he quickly closed the store door.

Only a second later, Huang Mao ran into the closed door.

"Open the door! You haven't come yet!" Huang Mao shouted at the top of his voice.

The people inside the door didn't move.

The large army of infected people has caught up.

"Fuck!" Jiang Xing pulled open the iron door fiercely, "Here!"

Huang Mao turned his head, didn't even pause, and rushed over with an army of hundreds of infected people.Countless bluish-white sharp fingers brushed against his thin vest.

"Close the door!" Huang Mao crashed into the corridor, and immediately turned around to help Jiang Xing close the door.

It's too late.

The first infected person rushed over, and Jiang Xinghuai was almost bounced away.

"Hold it! Hold it down!" Geng Manhong stuck his whole body on the iron gate, trying to resist with his body weight.

"Fuck! Ah——" Huang Mao pushed forward vigorously, the veins in his neck bulging, "I fucked your grandma——"

At this moment, an arm suddenly poked through the gap and stuck tightly against the door.

Fu Yan put one hand against the door leaf, turned around with the other hand and pulled out the big knife in the bag, raised the knife and dropped it.

A piece of Qingbai's hand fell to the ground.

It was at that moment, "Strength!" The strong muscles on Fu Yan's arms hidden under the suit exploded instantly.

Everyone pressed against the door together, gritting their teeth to resist, and the iron door slowly closed bit by bit in the tug-of-war.

With a slight click, Fu Yan pushed the iron bolt!

The iron gate was closed.

The iron gate blocked the source of the blood, and the infected felt extremely angry and anxious, and began to continue to collide.The iron door rattled and iron filings fell.

Following the impact, the iron gate stood still, firmly resisting this wave of offensive.

"It's okay..." Geng Manhong heaved a sigh of relief.

Fu Yan's tense back relaxed, he retracted the knife, tore off his tie, took off his suit, and began to pant.

"Do you drink water?" Jiang Xinghuai handed over a bottle of mineral water in a very doggy manner.

Fu Yan took the water, wiped the sweat off his face, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it back: "You drink."

Jiang Xinghuai was not polite either, he raised his head and took a big gulp, then gave it to him again.

Fu Yan drank most of the remaining bottle and asked, "Mr. Geng, where is your home?"

"Yes, go up first, go up first." Geng Manhong touched his fat belly with lingering fear, and walked in front to lead the way, "Fifth floor, walk around, stand here and listen to this scary sound."

Fu Yan lifted his and Jiang Xinghuai's bags on the ground.

"I'll do it!" Jiang Xinghuai snatched it from him.

Fu Yan smiled, let him take it, and looked at the situation of the building while going upstairs: "Is there anyone else in this building?"

"Before the virus broke out, there was no one there. This is the building of our school staff. We moved to a new apartment last month. I am the only one in the building." Geng Manhong took out the key and opened the door, "Come in."

"Old Geng, didn't you read the news? You said you were not allowed to go out." Jiang Xinghuai slumped on the sofa as soon as he entered the door, "You are so fat, you can't even run, it's like delivering food to your door."

"There is no food at home. I glanced at the window and thought it wasn't that serious. I wanted to go to the vegetable market and find some friends I knew to get some food back." Geng Manhong sighed when he said this, "I just brought it back. Right there, this kid will grab it."

Jiang Xinghuai turned his head to look at the last Huang Mao who just stepped into the door.

Huang Mao looks to be in his 20s, wearing a vest and leggings, cloth shoes on his feet, single eyelids, standard three-to-seven hair, covering a single eye, special, very unconventional.

Is a social punk.Jiang Xinghuai came up with a definition.

"I told him to give him half, and told him not to rob, otherwise things would be spoiled." Geng Manhong poured four glasses of water, "He didn't, he insisted on robbing."

"I'm not a beggar." Huang Mao suddenly said, his voice was high-pitched and powerful, "I rely on my ability to eat, and I don't need charity."

"Fuck me?" Jiang Xinghuai was shocked, "If you don't need charity, do you need face?"

"You don't care about me!" Huang Mao glared at each other.

"Yes! Why didn't I just watch you die outside!" Jiang Xinghuai stood up and stared at him.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise! ​​Oops!" Geng Manhong stood in the middle, blocking the two of them with his huge body, "Drink water! It's so loud!"

Huang Mao turned away with a cold face.

Jiang Xinghuai snorted, sat down next to Fu Yan, and complained softly: "Why is he like that, it's really annoying."

"Are you hungry?" Fu Yan asked him.

Jiang Xinghuai nodded quickly, and his attention was shifted instantly: "I'm so hungry, I'm starving to death."

"Hungry?" Geng Manhong got up when he heard this, "My friend gave me several bags of noodles and eggs. I'll cook some noodles."

"The news says you are not allowed to go out, but if you don't go out to find something to eat, you can't starve to death at home." Geng Manhong walked to the kitchen while nagging, "You guys are right today, I gave me everything at home a few days ago It's over, now the things at home can last us for a while, don't worry."

While the water was boiling, Geng Manhong poked his head out from the kitchen: "I haven't asked yet, where were you two driving?"

"Over there in the southwest area." Jiang Xinghuai replied.

"I have a house over there, which stores enough food." Fu Yan continued to explain.

"Are you still leaving?" Geng Manhong frowned, looking anxious.

Jiang Xinghuai turned his head to look at Fu Yan.

Fu Yan nodded, and he quickly followed suit.

"Really, you didn't see it outside just now, there are huge crowds of people. Those who are sick will bite everyone when they see it, like locusts, one bite at a time, and the army will pass by, leaving people with bones and scum." Geng Manhong waved his hands again and again, " Impossible to go out, there are still some things at home. When the city is stable, I heard gunshots two days ago, it should be the police, and the police will come to rescue us."

"Looking at the current situation, the iron gate downstairs won't last long." Fu Yan said in a deep voice, "Waiting is not self-help. Breaking out of the encirclement is a new life."

Geng Manhong frowned, he knew that even if there was no problem with the iron gate downstairs, the bags of noodles he brought back would last a week at most.

"I don't agree to go out." Huang Mao said suddenly.

"You disagree." Jiang Xinghuai rolled his eyes, "You didn't come in just now?"

"Then don't fucking open the door!" Huang Mao also flipped.

"Don't come in if you have the guts!" Jiang Xinghuai slapped the table and stood up.

"Fuck! Ge Laozi!" Huang Mao stroked the sleeves that didn't exist because he was wearing a vest.

"Give me another try!" Jiang Xinghuai said, about to go up.

Fu Yan stood up, stopped Jiang Xinghuai, and stared at Huang Mao with warning eyes.

Jiang Xinghuai is 175, Fu Yangao is more than half his head, 187 by visual measurement.Huang Mao was about the same height as Jiang Xinghuai, so he could only look up to him.

Being stared at by Fu Yan like this, the sense of oppression is not so strong, and the swear words that were about to spit out were swallowed back alive.

"Noisy again!" Geng Manhong came out of the kitchen with a spatula, with anger on his face, "What are you doing! Do you look like a contemporary youth! Don't you know shame and etiquette! Eight honors and eight shames Have you memorized it! Trash! Ignorant!"

Jiang Xinghuai trembled, bowed his head and dared not speak.

Geng Manhong was a former dean before he was in the third year of high school. After becoming the class teacher, he was indeed a lot more kind, but once he cursed, the aura of the dean was fully opened.

Huang Mao didn't move even tremblingly, obviously frightened.

"Done!" Geng Manhong took out two math papers and patted them on the table in front of them, "If you don't do it, you won't have anything to eat!"

Jiang Xinghuai pouted aggrievedly, and turned his head to look at Fu Yan quietly.

Fu Yan received the message: "Teacher Geng, or—"

"Shut up! No one is good at talking!" Geng Manhong held the spatula and the two, "Sit down!"

Jiang Xinghuai and Huang Mao were excited and sat down immediately.

"Take a pen!"

"Look down!"

"start!"

The two wrote furiously.

Fu Yan coughed twice: "Mr. Geng, what's your decision?"

"Then go." Geng Manhong waved his shovel, "Staying will not be our self-help, but leaving blindly is not okay either. First set the goal and then plan the route."

"Of course." Fu Yan nodded.

After Geng Manhong finished speaking, he entered the kitchen, and when he came out again, he was holding a large pot of egg noodles with tomatoes: "It's time! Hand in the paper!"

Jiang Xinghuai and Huang Mao all stopped writing.

"Whoever has a low score will not be allowed to eat." Geng Manhong took the paper for correction.

Jiang Xinghuai swallowed as the smell of freshly cooked egg noodles wafted over.

Fu Yan waved to him quietly.Jiang Xinghuai's eyes lit up, and he immediately slipped over.

Fu Yan stood in front of him without leaving a trace.

Geng Manhong finished grading the papers, and shouted without raising his head: "Jiang Xinghuai is not allowed to eat, Huangmao, your score is—"

"I have a name! My name is Lu Ying!" Huang Mao interrupted angrily.

"Good yellow hair." Geng Manhong announced the result, "9 points!"

Jiang Xinghuai laughed out loud.

Huang Mao turned and left.

"Jiang Xinghuai." Geng Manhong looked at Jiang Xinghuai.

Jiang Xinghuai sat upright.

"5 points!"

Jiang Xinghuai: "..."

Huang Mao stopped in his tracks and turned around: "Hehe."

Jiang Xinghuai: "Oh, you uncle!"

Huangmao: "Ge Laozi——"

"Noisy! Noisy again! Another 5000-word self-criticism per person!" Geng Manhong roared.

The two moved in unison, shut up and bowed their heads.

"I don't know what's so noisy! It's all shit, what's the point!" Geng Manhong attacked indiscriminately.

Fu Yan laughed.

"What are you laughing at! I'm talking about you!" Geng Manhong turned the gun and pointed back, "My son can still laugh with a score of 5 in the exam!"

Fu Yan's smile froze.

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Teacher Geng: What kind of bastards are they?