How to survive in the wasteland of human cubs

Back in the dormitory, it was still such a small space inside, but it was a little different from before.There are light blue cloth curtains hanging on the windows. The cloth is very old and the color is a little whitish, but it has been washed very clean.

There was a thick old carpet in the aisle next to the bed, and a large bamboo basket was placed under the bed, similar to a large baby basket.The inside is covered with soft cloth, and the part hanging outside the bamboo basket is sewn with a circle of lace, which is very delicate and beautiful.

Binunu stepped over the two of them and entered the room, skillfully got into the bamboo basket under the bed, while shaking comfortably, while patting the carpet next to the bamboo basket, signaling that the black lion is coming soon.

The black lion walked to the edge of the bed and knelt down, took off Binunu's ribbon, and hung it at the door together with his own.

The space in the room couldn't accommodate the existence of stools and chairs, so Feng Chen and Yan Bubu got on the bed directly.Feng Chen half leaned against the head of the bed, while Yan Bubu leaned on his shoulder, twirling the fabric on the sleeves of his uniform, like twirling the fluff on his sweater before.

Yan Bubu was a little depressed, and he said after a while: "We left Haiyun City just to find Major General Lin, Colonel Yu's uncle, and the cryptex. But it has been more than a year, and we haven't done anything. "

Feng Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, as long as they are alive, they will definitely be found."

"Then are they really alright?" Yan Bubu raised his head and asked.

"Based on the abilities of Major General Lin and Colonel Yu, they will be fine." Feng Chen thought for a while and then said: "Actually, I always feel that no one can keep them from hearing about these years. With their abilities, Even if you are imprisoned, you can send out news. I always feel...as if they didn't show up for some reason."

Yan Bubu asked, "You mean they don't want to show up?"

"I'm not sure, but I have this feeling." Feng Chen murmured.

He lifted Yan Bubu's chin and kissed the corner of his lowered eyes: "Don't be upset, huh? If I say they're fine, they're fine. You don't believe me?"

"Believe."

With Feng Chen's assurance, Yan Bubu's mood improved, and he raised his head and pouted at him.

Feng Chen turned his gaze away: "I'm going to the military headquarters now, maybe I won't be back until later..."

When he was talking, Yan Bubu kept tugging at his clothes, he stopped talking, looked down at Yan Bubu, and didn't move or make a sound.

"Don't you want to make me happy? Then kiss my mouth, how can you be happy just by kissing your eyes?" Yan Bu said.

Feng Chen quickly touched his lips, and continued: "If I come back late later, you should go to bed first—"

"Can you concentrate on it? Why are you so perfunctory? You didn't even touch it." Yan Bubu was very dissatisfied.

Feng Chen asked: "How do you call concentration?"

"Kiss my mouth to swell, rub my tongue to blisters, and calluses. The thicker the calluses, the better." Yan Bubu replied.

Feng Chen raised his eyebrows, picked up the flesh on his cheek and shook it: "There is a layer of callus here, so thick that bullets can't penetrate it."

"Hurry up, don't talk nonsense, I have kissed several times when I have the time to talk." Yan Bubu pouted his mouth high again.

Binunu poked his head out from under the bed to look up, Feng Chen pressed its head down, and then lay down on the pillow: "I'm too lazy to move, do it yourself."

"Come by yourself." Yan Bubu sat up straight, rubbed his hands, moved his cheeks a few more times, and bent down towards Feng Chen's lips.

Feng Chen rested his left hand under his head, and looked at Yan Bubu with half-closed eyes, with a bit of idleness.But just when Yan Bubu was about to touch his lips, he suddenly raised his hand to grab the back of Yan Bubu's head and turned over, pressing him on the bed.

"Hahaha...that's it...come and kiss me."

"To shut up!"

"Uh...uuuu..."

Yan Bubu finally got a swollen lip as he wished, and Feng Chen went to the military headquarters for a meeting.

It was already twelve o'clock at night when he came out from the meeting, and most of the people in the camp had already fallen asleep, except for the soldiers on duty, patrolling in twos and threes.

There were also two students standing outside the double dormitory area of ​​Xiaoxiang College, but they leaned close to each other affectionately, and the two Quantum Beasts were playing and playing on the side.After they saw Feng Chen, one of them greeted him: "Are you back so late?"

"Yes, we have a meeting." Feng Chen replied.

The sentinel headed towards the double dormitory area of ​​the college, and the people who lived in it took turns to patrol on duty.Because they are all sentinel guides who have been combined, when it is their turn to be on duty, a family of two will go together.

When Feng Chen stopped at the door of his house, he relaxed his movements and gently turned the doorknob.Although there was no movement, Binunu poked his head out from under the bed and retracted after seeing clearly that it was him.

Feng Chen entered the room, but did not turn on the light. With the high-pressure sodium light coming in from the window, he could clearly see the person who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

He had just entered the room from the outside, and he was still in the air-conditioning, so he took off his dew-stained uniform, rubbed his hands and face to warm up, and then sat on the side of the bed, looking at Yan Bubu carefully.

Feng Chen put Yan Bubu's arm exposed outside the quilt, took the basin and handkerchief to the public bathroom at the end of the passage to wash.After returning back, he went to bed lightly, Yan Bubu just woke up, closed his eyes and put his arms around his waist, muttering and asking: "Is the meeting over?"

"En." Feng Chen replied.

"What did you say?"

"I'm still arguing about dark matter, it's okay, just keep sleeping."

For more than half a year, the matter of the mimosa on the Jaya Peak in Yinxia Mountain has been shelved.Chen Size insisted on holding back until no clear and effective solution could be found. Ran Pinghao obviously couldn't wait any longer, and wanted to bombard the valley below Jaya Peak with artillery fire, but was strongly opposed by Kong Siyin.

According to Kong Siyin, if this kind of thing can be solved by shells, then why do research institutes do it?It's better to throw hundreds of thousands of zombies down, maybe they can kill each other.

If it was the case in the past, Yan Bubu would have asked carefully, but tonight he seemed to be very sleepy, and fell asleep again after only asking one sentence.

After Feng Chen tucked him in the quilt, he also closed his eyes.

When sleeping until midnight, Feng Chen was suddenly awakened.

Yan Bubu didn't sleep so peacefully, tossing and turning on the bed, slipping into his arms from time to time, and slipping out restlessly.

Feng Chen looked at him in the dark, watching him put his legs on his own while babbling uneasy in his sleep.He leaned over to cover Yan Bubu with a blanket, but he slapped his chest: "Don't move!

Feng Chen thought he was awake, looked down, and found that he was breathing heavily, and he was still in a dream.

But Yan Bubu didn't sleep well, he kept turning over, frowning, and scratching the collar of his pajamas irritably.The other hand waved wildly a few times, and Feng Chen was hit hard in the chest twice.

Feng Chen sensed that something was wrong with him, so he reached out to touch his forehead, and sure enough, the tentacles were hot.

After what happened when he was a child, the moment he noticed that Yan Bubu had a fever, his heart suddenly tightened, and it took a while to realize that for them now, fever is nothing.

Because of the fear that ordinary people will take antipyretics by themselves after entering the mutation, secretly concealing fever symptoms, so antipyretics are only available in medical centers, and they must be diagnosed before they can be prescribed.

Although the sentinel guide will no longer mutate, he is worried that fever medicine will flow to the plantation camp, so he is strictly controlled and cannot prepare antipyretics.

Feng Chen turned on the light, and saw that Yan Bubu's face was flushed, his breathing was a little short, and there were a few locks of sweaty hair on his forehead.

He was about to go to the medical point to get some antipyretics, and checked the time, it was three o'clock in the middle of the night.He was about to get up, but Yan Bubu turned over and lay down in his arms irritably.

"What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want some water?" Feng Chen just patted Yan Bubu twice before his hand was in the air.

Yan Bubu's whole body wrapped around him again, hugged him and began to rub slowly, and a sweet hum came from his nasal cavity, with a bit of eager impatience.

During the movement, the pajamas slipped away, and the hot skin was pressed tightly against each other.

After a few seconds of silence, Feng Chen stretched out his hand to push Yan Bubu: "Yan Bubu, wake up."

Yan Bubu opened his eyes this time, his eyes were as red as rabbits, and there were still tears in them, he looked sleepy but full of grievances.

Feng Chen could hear his rapid breathing, and that breath carried a cloying sweet fragrance, hitting his face, making his heart beat faster, and his breathing also became rapid unconsciously.

He raised his hand, caressed Yan Bubu's face, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Yan Bubu blinked, recognized Feng Chen, and hummed aggrievedly: "I don't know, I feel so uncomfortable..."

His hair was wetly stuck to the side of his face with sweat, his mouth was scorched, his eyes were innocent and misty, and he looked very pitiful.

He rubbed his face against Feng Chen's chest, and was put back on the pillow by Feng Chen: "Lie down, I'll call the medical officer."

"No, I don't want a medical officer..." Yan Bubu was about to reach out to pull Feng Chen, but he stopped him in a low voice: "Lie down and don't move."

After all, Yan Bubu didn't dare to move again, but kept his eyes on him, and let out some humming sounds of unknown meaning.

Feng Chen got up calmly, changed out of his pajamas and got dressed.

The air is full of that tempting sweet fragrance, lingering in his nose, making his heart beat faster and faster, and the blood stimulates his temples to gurgle.

Binunu also got out of the basket under the bed, wearing a floral nightgown that Tiao Fengchen sewed for him with rags, and looked at Yan Bubu on the bed with Heishi, with a nervous expression on his face.

Feng Chen originally wanted to push the window open, but he didn't know what to think of, but stopped his movement, and instead closed the window even more tightly.

He put on his clothes in front of the half mirror on the wall, looked at them for two seconds after putting them on, and then unbuttoned the wrong buttons again.

"Yan Bubu has a fever, you two watch him, wipe his forehead with a cold towel first, I'll go to the medical officer." Feng Chen put his hand on the doorknob and stopped and turned around, "Forget it, you guys Don't touch him, just wait for me."

Ten minutes later, a guiding medical officer carrying a medicine box followed Feng Chen across the open space and walked towards the double dormitory of the Senxiang Academy.

"I found out that he had a fever at three o'clock, and it didn't take long. He is awake, and his body temperature should be around 40 degrees..." Feng Chen introduced Yan Bubu's situation to the medical officer, and added after hesitating, " I also smelled a strange fragrance."

"Different fragrance?" The medical officer asked keenly, "Guide element?"

"I'm not sure." Feng Chen replied.

The medical officer followed Feng Chen to the door of the room, and when he opened the door, he raised his nose and said, "Indeed, guide element. The room is filled with a large amount of guide element, and a guide is entering binding fever."

"Combination fever?" Even though he had already thought about this possibility, Feng Chen was still stunned.

"Come in and close the door."

Feng Chen immediately entered the room and closed the door behind his back.

The black lion was sticking a cold towel on Yan Bubu's forehead, while Binunu squatted beside it, wringing another towel in the water basin.Yan Bubu lay with his eyes closed. Although his face was still flushed, he didn't toss and turn restlessly. He had obviously fallen asleep.

"He hasn't bonded yet?" the medical officer asked.

Feng Chen responded.

"Aren't you living in the double dormitory in Shaoxiang? You haven't married yet?" The medical officer put down the medicine box and went to the bedside to look at Yan Bubu.

Feng Chen followed: "No." Then he asked: "Is he alright?"

The medical officer heard that Feng Chen's voice was tense, and he comforted: "Don't worry, many guides enter the combination fever at night, so the medical point will leave a guide medical officer in the middle of the night. This situation is very common."

He glanced sideways at Feng Chen: "The sentinel instinct aroused by the guide element is very uncomfortable, especially my own guide. The higher the matching degree between the sentinel and the guide, the stronger this reaction will be."

Feng Chen didn't make a sound, he just stretched out his hand to unbutton Yan Bubu's collar, so that he could be more comfortable.

Binunu was still squatting by the water basin twisting the veil, but the black lion seemed a little irritable, scratching the carpet lightly with its paws.Feng Chen glanced at it and knew that it had been influenced by him, so he immediately cut off the spiritual connection with it.

"How old is he?" the medical officer asked.

Feng Chen replied: "17 and a half years old."

"Have you had this symptom before?"

Feng Chen: "No, this is the first time."

The medical officer said: "It might be a false combination fever. I'll check his body. If it's not a false combination fever and he has met the requirements for combination, you can combine."

Feng Chen hesitated for a while: "But he's only 17 years old..."

The medical officer pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Do you think you are ordinary people?"

The two didn't say anything more, the medical officer took the injections and instruments from the medicine box, while Feng Chen stood quietly by the bed, with no abnormal expression on his face.It's just that sweat has already wet his hair, and then it slid down his cheeks, and there are large wet marks on the back of his clothes.

The medical officer wanted to tie the cuff on the tester to Yan Bubu's arm, Feng Chen saw that his hands were not empty, so he said, "Let me do it." After speaking, he took Yan Bubu's hand from the quilt with gentle movements He wiped off the sleeves of the pajamas.

The moment Feng Chen lifted the quilt, a strong gust of guide essence rushed to his face, sweetly poured into his nasal cavity, and soaked into every pore of him.

His fingers were trembling slightly, but he wrapped Yan Bubu's cuff carefully, and then put his arm down: "It's ready now."

The medical officer saw that his clothes were soaked with sweat, so he said considerately: "Go and stand outside by yourself, you don't need to stay in the room."

"It's okay, I can just stay here."

Feng Chen nodded slightly to him, still standing by the bed, watching the sleeping Yan Bubu.

The medical officer admired the sentry's self-control, but was surprised at the same time.

All sentinel guides matched by the system had a fit rate of over 70%.He didn't know how compatible the two were, but it had reached at least 70%.

Regardless of whether it is true binding heat or false binding heat, there is no difference in the guide element that the guide emits during this process, and it has an irresistible attraction to its sentries.

He had seen many sentries who had difficulty controlling their instinctive reactions after their guide entered the binding fever, but this young handsome sentry seemed to be sweating a little more, and he was still doing things in an orderly manner, without any signs of frenzy or agitation.

The medical officer watched the jumping numbers on the instrument, and finally fixed on a number.

"That's right, it's pseudo-binding fever." He took off the cuff tied to Yan Bubu's forearm, "After the guide has just reached maturity, the secretion of guidelin is unstable, and pseudo-binding fever is prone to occur. But you should also pay attention, if this symptom occurs again next time, it will be true combination fever."

Feng Chen turned his head and glanced at Yan Bubu: "Then does he need treatment? Will it be unbearable to burn like this?"

The medical officer put the equipment back into the medicine box, and said, "No, he will recover soon, in half an hour at most."