High school science students save the world

"Gudoo - Gudoo -"

It was a kind of sticky water sound, the sound was made by a mass of lively meat, the meat was constantly agitating, swallowing pieces of things that could support it with difficulty, and the speed was getting faster and faster, almost flesh Each section of the tube is inflated to its limit.

Yang Yan's sweat dripped down all at once.

He took a deep breath and felt someone strangling his throat. He didn't feel a little fresh air flow in until his sweaty fingers touched the folding knife in his trouser pocket.

But still disgusting.

So disgusting.

The meat tube is not only a white ball, but also has mucus flowing, like saliva, but it smells worse than saliva, like pork stalls that still have the charm of pork piled up in groups in front of them.

Yang Yan watched it absorb nutrients hungrily. Suddenly, when the driver turned a corner, the ball of white meat was thrown straight onto the glass window, leaving a saliva mark.

The driver said: "People are like this, life is hard."

Her flat tone filled the air.

"Gudu-"

Yang Yan carefully took out the fruit knife from his pocket, pulled out its blade, and pointed it at the meat pipe.

The meat pipe seemed to have finished eating, and happily hiccupped with a fishy smell, making a soft "boo" sound. One end of it was away from the driver, but the other end was still tightly connected to the woman, standing upright in mid-air with its teeth and claws waving.

Yang Yan's heart tightened for a moment, and his breathing stopped. He remained in a frozen posture, and his mind was silent, only hearing the buzzing sound, and the fruit knife that was so cold on his heart.

panic.

The meat pipe seemed to be conscious, shaking its body slightly, and slowly moved towards Yang Yan.

Yang Yan didn't move, he didn't dare, the handle of the knife burned his palm, his heartbeat made his whole chest hurt, his nerves were pulled violently like a full bow, but he had a very clear thought in his heart: come here Just kill it!

The opportunity is only a moment.

And he stopped breathing.

Only the woman's breath was blowing gently and warmly in this small space, Yang Yan suddenly felt a little bit hard to open his eyes, but he held on, staring at it tentatively stretching out his body a little bit.

kill it!

It suddenly accelerated at a distance of about ten centimeters, and rushed towards him with unexpected ferocity. Yang Yan's consciousness froze, but his body skillfully raised the blade to meet it.

The next moment, a gust of wind rushed towards his face, and it was still carrying a scalding heat wave. He was so excited that his eyes hurt and he shed tears instantly, but his movements were unambiguous, he slashed upwards, "tearing", that was a stroke Turn on the meaty voice.

But there is nothing inside.The meat tube was clean and smooth.

It let out a short scream, and the pieces of flesh split by Yang Yan quickly gathered together, wriggling and inhaling, and re-melted into a fleshy tube.

Yang Yan's hands trembled belatedly.

He pushed hard with his front teeth and bit the tip of his tongue, only then did the convulsive vibration calm down a little.

The meat tube didn't give him time to react, the edge of its hollow end shrank sharply and turned into a sharp blade, jumping up from a high place like a cobra, and swooping down.

Yang Yan's wrist parted slightly as if consciously, and turned its direction four or two times, and then the unresponsive master squeezed the handle of the knife ruthlessly, pierced it from below, and chopped off one end of the meat tube.

The meat tube shrank obviously in pain, and let out a miserable howl.

The next moment it rapidly expanded and extended, and became even bigger. The tube shrank and squirmed, and a lot of stinky transparent liquid was squeezed out, dripping onto the seat cushion, opening like a basketball. The bloody mouth is pressing down.

Yang Yan's fruit knife was instantly swallowed.

His right arm was bitten all of a sudden, and there was only a "poof". There was something in the stuck place, like a pair of saw teeth deeply embedded in his flesh.

pain!

It was as if someone had held a glass thread around the flesh, and the lower half of the arm was painful.

People say ten fingers are connected to the heart, but in fact every part is connected to the heart. He clenched his fist with difficulty and waved the fruit knife in the void. Yang Yan felt a strong suction force from the meat tube to swallow his whole body. , but there is no weapon in his hand!

What does it mean to have no weapons?

Yang Yan heard a misty bell ringing by accident, and at the moment the familiar note sounded, a familiar dizziness hit him again, he felt himself being rotated ten or twenty times, and his vision was blurred with whiteness.

His mind was already a mess, but at this moment he couldn't help but still tremble, and at the same time, there was a burst of great grief in his heart like a torrent.

I'm dying.

he thinks.

I'm dying, I haven't played enough LOL with my teammates, I haven't made a lot of money to buy a big house facing the ocean, I haven't married a beautiful wife and have a kid on the soccer team - I'm dying .

Just like a human being crushes an ant to death, a greedy wolf tears up a piece of venison.

The brain that didn't have much ink finally choked out a sentence: Man is the knife and I am the fish.

The age is just right, under eighteen.

In the next second, Yang Yan fell into a shit together with his heartbroken spring and autumn.

At the same time, a yin and yang voice exploded in the ear: "Oh!"

Yang Yan opened his eyelids with difficulty, and there were two blurred figures in front of his eyes, and he himself was lying on the cold ground.

Seeing Yang Yan staggering and falling to the ground, Qin Zheng rushed over to support him, putting his arm on his shoulder.

Yang Yan stopped dazedly, and he couldn't stand still, his thoughts were still stuck at the moment of life and death. When he first saw the teammate who was united and friendly, his brain was overwhelmed and burned out with a bang.

It took him a long time before he straightened his tongue and opened his mouth tremblingly. The result——he felt that he was very clear-headed, but his actual bodily functions were in a delicate stage of slowing down. A lot of sour saliva, he faintly wanted to vomit.

It is the galloping horses in the brain and the turmoil in the stomach.

What was unsettling was that Yang Yan's cell phone was shaking happily like ADHD, and the melody of "March of the Great Magician" floated out of his pocket.

Tan Zheng helped Yang Yan take out the phone and pressed the answer button.

A gentle voice came from the other end of the call: "Yang Yan?"

Tan Zheng felt that Yang Yan's muscles tensed all of a sudden, and responded with a low eyebrow: "...Yes."

The back table felt that he was more like hunched over and shouted "cha".

The gentle and gentle female voice on the other end of the phone waited for two seconds, then continued to say gently and softly: "Do you know what time it is? You haven't gone home yet, how long are you going to spend outside? It's really like being at home. It's a dead person, huh?"

Yang Yan: "...I'm at a classmate's house, and there's a typhoon blowing outside."

Mrs. Yang just smiled when she heard this: "The typhoon warning has been lifted for more than two hours, and the rain has stopped."

Yang Yan: "..."

"I bought sugar-fried chestnuts for you..."

Yang Yan: "..."

"Steamed four crabs..."

Yang Yan: "..."

"I cooked a pot of braised beef..."

Yang Yan: "Mom...you wait, I'll go home right away."

The voice behind the table looked at him enviously: "Mom! Mom! Can I go home with you?"

Mother Yang on the other end of the phone said in her gentle voice, "Okay, welcome."

So Yang Yan took Qin Zheng and the back desk two to drag oil bottles, and hurried home.

When taking a taxi at the back table, seeing Yang Yan's burning buttocks and pretending to be a dominatrix at home, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

However, when the door opened, Mother Yang was wearing a light green shirt, with black hair reaching her shoulders—the back table had never seen such black hair, it was really like splashed ink, black and shiny, when she smiled, her eyelashes fluttered and curled. With a pair of crescents.

The back table yelled hello, auntie, and looked at Yang Yan sadly when he entered the entrance with slippers, and said, "I don't know how to be blessed when I am in the blessing."

Yang Yan's expression really wanted to pick up the slippers and print new lines on his face.

Mrs. Yang led them into the living room, looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's past three o'clock, you're welcome, have some snacks, I'm going to cook." Then she kicked Yang Yan again, Slightly raised his chin: "How come people don't know how to pour tea when they come here, and they don't have any rules. How many times have I told you, every time it goes in the left ear and out the right ear, what kind of brain."

When Yang Yan heard this, he immediately wrapped himself into a ball and rolled round to serve tea and water. It was not until some drinks, fruit, candy and biscuits were brought that Mother Yang nodded mercifully and let him play.

Yang Yan wiped the sweat from his brow, sat down on the sofa and sighed heavily.

The back table was tearing up the package of potato chips with a duck's neck in its mouth. Seeing Yang Yan's appearance, the villain laughed twice.

"Student Yang, you've worked hard."

Yang Yan was half dead, although he really wanted to hit him, but he reluctantly held back, but rolled his eyes heavily: "Why do you want to come to my house to eat and drink."

The back table: "You slept in my house all night! From now on, he will be yours. Why do you not want me anymore after only a few days, eh..."

Yang Yan: "..."

Bathed in the presence of someone's gaze, the back table suddenly stopped talking, and continued to unpack the potato chips packaging honestly.

Qin Zheng glanced at it and said, "If you can't take it apart, just cut it with a pair of scissors."

Seeing Xueba smiling like a spring breeze at the back table, his hands couldn't help trembling, and he let out a trembling "Oh", and couldn't tear it apart.

Although Yang Yan is lazy, under the supervision of Mrs. Yang, he got up very hospitable and went to the TV cabinet to flip the scissors.

The result was not found.

"Probably over there on the balcony," he said.

Tan Zheng followed him to get the scissors. As soon as the two of them reached the balcony, Tan Zheng naturally closed the frosted glass door.

Qin Zheng stood by the door and watched Yang Yan lower his head to open the old cabinet. The inside was deep and dark and he couldn't see clearly. He stretched out his hand a few times and brought it into the sunlight, but it didn't work.

Seeing him like that, Tan Zheng was a little worried about scratching his hand, so he knelt down and pulled his hand away, pulling out the heavy cabinet.

Yang Yan didn't object. He searched for the scissors among the pile of pliers and cross knives, and said without words: "By the way, what, guess what I saw just now?"

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