High school science students save the world

His first reaction was: A living leader!

The second reaction is: What did I seem to say just now?

At this moment, the third reaction floated up belatedly: My life is over!

The back table covered his face, looking forward to it. He secretly looked at the man in the suit through his fingers. The man was handsome, with a high nose bridge and thin lips. His slightly pursed lips seemed to be smiling all the time.

He walked to the back table and held the hand of the back table, the back table was stunned, the face was white and clean, but there were deep calluses on the hands.

Without waiting for his reaction, the man left and shook hands with everyone present one by one.

Everyone else put on smiling faces no matter what, only Tan Zheng gave him a cold look, thought for a while and said, "Hello."

Not only did the man not mind, but he smiled deeper, his slender eyes slightly curved: "Sit, sit, don't let me come and everyone is restrained."

Of course no one dared to sit down, oh, except Tan Zheng, who sat on the edge of the bed at the back table.

A group of reporters following the man had been pressing the flashlights since they came in, and some were playing videos, either with expressionless faces or red eyes.

The man finally sat down on the chair, and first he babbled on behalf of the party and the government to extend his sincere greetings and best wishes. However, he asked them about their injuries and family conditions one by one, and it was a comfort to Yang Yan. He wanted to yawn, but he didn't dare, and stood obediently, taking a peek at Tan Zheng.

Qin Zheng's expression remained the same for thousands of years, and those reporters who knew how to look at him didn't take much pictures of him. They mainly focused their fire on the old man who was blushing.

After the approachable leader cared about them, he left in a huff. He heard that he was going to see the victims in the earthquake.

The uncle was still excited with his old face, while the classmate at the back desk and the mobile phone player moved their butts restlessly on the bed, groaning/groaning feebly, starving to death.

Tan Zheng always maintained a posture, sitting with his back straight on the edge of the bed at the back table, his eyes reflected from under the long and dense eyelashes, and hit the gray and white wall straight.

Seeing that he was motionless, Yang Yan couldn't help walking over, leaning down slightly, but Tan Zheng suddenly stretched out his hand, and put his slender and powerful index finger on his wrist.

Tan Zheng rolled his eyes and said softly, "It's all over. If Auntie doesn't come, just go down and eat some."

Of course Yang Yan agreed, and after chattering at the back table for a while, he reluctantly asked them to bring some food to the cafeteria.

They sideways avoided the hurried doctors and nurses, and hid under the shade of trees outside the inpatient building.

"That person just now is Lu Weiming?"

Qin Zheng casually picked off a young leaf bud and gave it to Yang Yan: "Yes, the person in charge of the 'D Genetic Modification Project'."

The young leaves are a gorgeous bright red, so vivid that they seem to ooze blood at any time.

"However," Qin Zheng said after a pause, "he himself is one of the subjects of the 'D Genetic Modification Project', a very successful example. The ability of the earth government should not be underestimated, it probably came to warn us just now. "

Yang Yan rubbed it with his hands, and the bright red juice from the leaves stained his fingers: "I think they got confused first—forget it, leave him alone, the old man will take care of it anyway."

Tan Zheng and Yang Yan walked for a while, and then they slipped into the cafeteria.

The food in the canteen of the hospital was very poor. Ever since they had eaten in the canteen of the base, Yang Yan and Tan Zheng didn't like this big pot of food.

"Let's go out and do some shopping."

Yang Yan said so, and dragged Tan Zheng out of the cafeteria who was about to bear the burden of humiliation.

As a result, not long after going out, he bumped into Yang's mother.

She carried a big bag and a small bag, and the fragrance was lingering in the air. Yang Yan saw her with a sharp eye, and quickly flew over to take the things over, and secretly opened it to see what was delicious.

Matcha and cantaloupe small cakes, beef pan-fried buns, fried rice cakes, silky chicken soup.

Mother Yang obviously knew what her son was like, she smiled at Qin Zheng, slapped Yang Yan's butt politely, and brought the bag back under Yang Yan's horrified eyes.

"Later, you will eat fried rice cakes and pan-fried buns, one meat and one vegetarian, and soup, and your mouth will not be dry. The cake will fill your stomach when you are hungry. Don't eat it as a meal. Did you hear me!"

Yang Yan nodded repeatedly and said that it was that.

Mother Yang seemed to have regained her shrewd and capable appearance, and walked back to the ward quickly.The back table was so anxious that it stuffed fried buns into its mouth like a monkey. The fried buns were still hot for some reason, and there was still soup in it.

There is also the rice cake, which is fried with vegetarian food, but the fried rice cake is very rotten, not hard at all, soft and glutinous, and there is a fragrant black-bone chicken soup...

Fortunately, Mother Yang bought a lot, otherwise it would not be enough for the starving ghosts to eat. After they finished eating, they rushed to eat cakes, but Mother Yang stopped them.

Yang's mother sat in the ward for less than an hour, and was urged back by the phone call like a reminder. Before leaving, she was very worried about Yang Yan, and told him back and forth for a long time, and finally stared coldly. He glanced at it and left.

The back table started to feel sleepy after eating and drinking. He pulled the quilt on his body and lay on the bed in a daze. Yang Yan was playing with his mobile phone and Tan Zheng was reading a boring newspaper. mouthed.

His voice was soft, deep, and slow, unlike his usual tone of speech.

"Is there something wrong with our school?"

Tan Zheng didn't seem to expect that he would ask this, and he was taken aback before saying, "Eight people died, and more were injured, more than [-] people."

Yang Yan obviously felt that the body at the back table was stiff.

Even the student who had been playing the game without looking up kept his fingers on the screen.

The school is the first place to integrate, and it is not easy to hide it. The base has released a large number of αυX particles to stabilize and erase the memory of the relevant personnel. The local government has also used various methods that cannot be explained: inductive hints, coercion Sexual commands, however, are ultimately uncomfortable.

——With so many lives, how can they be gone?

That is your classmate, maybe you don’t know him, but you may pass by one day; or it may be your closest, inseparable friend, he is dead forever, you can’t touch his face, you can’t hold him hands, could not hear his crisp cursing voice, only a pile of cold ashes—maybe there were no ashes at all.

The school was closed for a week, but of course the leaders of the administrative building with fat heads did not die, and ten days later, a memorial service was held for the deceased classmates and teachers.

The memorial service was held casually.

But no matter how it was opened, it was a small number of people who were really sad. Most people scolded the school, saying that it was an illegal building, but a month later, those small fears were diluted, and they still lived in a muddle.

Mid-October is a sunny day.

The school seemed to want to rejoice, but also to return to the normal track. It planned to hold a sports meeting next week. The sports committee was crying, holding a request form, and humbly begging the students to sign up.

The back table is the sports committee.

Seeing at the back table that no one was participating in the 3000-meter long-distance race, he was heartbroken and poked Yang Yan's back with his head down.

"Why?" Yang Yan turned around and whitened him.

"Then...then what, there is a 3000-meter one here, do you report it?"

"Okay."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, you let Qin Zheng... you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you are willing to report?!"

The back table hugged Yang Yan excitedly, almost getting all the saliva on his face.

Just as Yang Yan broke free from his passionate embrace, another fierce tiger pounced on the back table, like an octopus, telling his bitter history with snot and tears.

He hummed for a while, whined for a while, and wowed for a while, and the little girl sitting next to her was combing her hair pretendingly in front of the mirror. Yang Yan thought you should stop pretending. It's on the table.

This will not only cause crowds to watch, but there may be rumors that Yang Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled his arm out of his arms fiercely, and then slipped out of the classroom with the "oh" expressions on the faces of his classmates. , very much like... Cough, pull out the ruthless attack.

Qin Zheng just came back from the office, glanced lightly at Yang Yan, then at the back table who couldn't help himself, walked over, and signed his name on the form.

"That should be it."

At the back table, I sniffed my nose and looked at it. The word "Qin Zheng" was written under the pentathlon, and the word "Qin Zheng" was written under the 3000-meter long-distance race. That stroke would fly to the sky.

The back table was stunned, and then came to his senses, decisively abandoned Yang Yan, and excitedly held Tan Zheng's hand: "You are such a good person, Secretary of the Communist Youth League..."

Qin Zheng: "..."

No matter whether the school is looking forward to it or not, it is still in a hurry to prepare for the sports meeting. This time there is a lot of ostentation, buying class uniforms, weaving out the ceremony, renting clothes, and full of vitality. The factory is dead.

In fact, the sun was very good there, and there were many brave sparrows running around on the ground with their short legs. However, the factory seemed to close its doors forever, rejecting even a ray of sunlight.

A man, wearing a doctor's usual white coat, with a stethoscope hanging on his chest, and carrying a black suitcase, pushed open the iron door with a smile on his face.

Something flickered almost instantly, but when the creaking iron door was opened, it was a darkness that could not be seen, like a monster's huge mouth, and there was a gloomy and cold feeling in the darkness. The smell, like the creepy snort of a monster.

Those dumb little sparrows all flew up the tree and escaped far away.

However, the man didn't seem to feel anything, still maintaining his precise and meticulous smile, and stepped out.

The leather shoes fell to the ground without any crisp sound.

Just at that moment!At a speed invisible to the naked eye, the man was twisted and sucked in, leaving only a group of little sparrows tilting their heads, as if they were surprised by this matter.

The man was smiling all the time, even after turning around twenty or thirty times, he seemed to be okay, and lowered his head to straighten the folds of his clothes.

"Doctor Liu, are you here?"

The man didn't answer, but turned his head slightly, a white light barely brushed his shiny hair and flew by, and there was a sudden laughter from the depths.

The laughter was sharp and thin, making people very uncomfortable, like fingernails scraping a blackboard, and one could imagine how his vocal cords were stretched thin and long, collapsed to the extreme, and traces of blood leaked out.

Dr. Liu was not angry, and picked up the murder weapon with a smile. It was a dice, the kind found in ordinary stationery stores, and it was inconspicuous.

He put it in the palm of his hand and looked at it for a while, then shook his head with a smile: "Don't throw such a valuable thing casually, the base has been looking for it."

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