Luo Qi turned sixteen years old this year, and in the past 16 years, in addition to the infant period of allowing milk to be sucked, not to mention the delicacies of the mountains and seas every day, at least it is a meal of pork and rice. [Ran^Text^Library] []（）

Like this kind of stew with a tangy smell, Luo Qi has never seen it, let alone drinking it.

But at this time, he was too hungry.

Luo Qi raised his head, drank the soup in the lunch box in one gulp, and then swallowed it into his stomach without chewing it.

"Ahh

Luo Qi got up comfortably, he narrowed his eyes, stuck out his tongue unexpectedly, and began to lick the residue at the bottom of the lunch box.

Li Yuangang swallowed his saliva, and looked at Luo Qi, who was burying his head and licking the bottom of the box.

"I said, 'Are you a dog?'

"It's a lot of soup, don't be so disgusting, okay?"

Hearing this, Luo Qi's body stiffened slightly, and she smiled embarrassedly.

He raised his head with a smile on his face and handed the rectangular aluminum lunch box that had been licked very clean to Li Yuangang.

For the 70 survivors, supplies are still scarce, not only in terms of food and clean water, but also in many of the items necessary for civilized life.

And in order to survive, several people often need to share the same lunch box, the same cup.

Li Yuangang pursed his mouth, took the lunch box handed by Luo Qi with a helpless face, walked to the iron pot and picked up the long spoon in the pot, and was about to scoop the soup.

"Hey!"

A very clear exhaler, but the tone was extremely weak, came from not far away.

Luo Qi and Li Yuangang both frowned, and both turned their heads to look at the place where the voice came from.

They saw more than a dozen people in ragged clothes running quickly towards where they were.

In the entire campus, except for the building where Luo Qi was originally located, which has not collapsed, the rest of the buildings have collapsed into ruins.

Originally, when the fog was thick, Zhang Chunjun once led people to search around, but encountered a group of terrifying monsters.

According to Vice Principal Zhang's description, he saw with his own eyes that the six male teachers and three male students accompanying him were bitten by the neck of the monsters with bat wings, and they were instantly sucked into dry corpses.

And Vice Principal Zhang, who had weak legs on his back, and He Jianren, who was running away in a hurry, were caught by the humanoid monster covered in gold.

Then, He Jianren was sucked by the humanoid monster and only a piece of skin remained.

When the human skin fell on the ground in front of Zhang Chunjun, the old man suddenly became sad and frightened, and he was indeed a little older, so he fainted as soon as his eyes turned black after being stimulated by this.

According to Vice Principal Zhang's personal description, and most of the rest of the survivors had seen the vicious battle between the humanoid monster and Luo Qi and were affected by this vicious battle, no one doubted Zhang Chunjun's words.

No one ventured into the surrounding ruins to search for the living.

Along the way, everyone gathered together, each of whom picked up some weapons, and was careful all the time.

Fortunately, apart from the red flame that suddenly emerged from Luo Qi's body, nothing else strange happened.

The people walking among the ruins did not hear any cries for help.

Just as everyone had found food and could finally take a bite of hot soup and rest for a while, among the ruins of this middle school, people who were still alive found the people who were drinking soup by the light of the campfire and the aroma of the broth.

There are really not many people alive.

"Hey."

"Classmates."

A boy whose face was covered with black debris, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was wearing only a pair of dirty black shorts, and his facial features were formed but still immature, strode over a bottomless crack that was two meters wide and the first to rush in front of the crowd around the pot.

He stopped, braced his hands on his bent knees, and after a moment's breath, grinned.

"You guys, are you cooking?"

The boy tiptoed towards the large iron pots surrounded by the crowd, and kept looking, his face showing obvious longing.

He looked left and right, but did not find any acquaintances in the crowd, looking a little embarrassed and cramped.

"Hehe, that, let's get into a gang."

The boy looked a little hesitant and said uneasily: "Everyone, that, it's not easy." ”

"I've been hiding for two days, and I'm so hungry."

Probably never encountered such a situation, the boy's face was anxious, but his voice gradually faded.

"That."

"Okay, okay."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

Teacher Wu pushed away the crowd and was the first to walk in front of the boy.

He took off his tattered coat and draped it over the boy, who immediately gave him a grateful look.

"Come here, come here."

Teacher Wu took the boy's hand and walked together to the iron pot where the soup was boiled.

Compared with teenagers who can only hold textbooks in middle school and are adults who have been crawling in society for a long time, they do have more experience and means to deal with various things.

But the students also have a strong ability to learn.

Everyone spontaneously gave lunch boxes and broth to the twelve people who came later.

The crowd, which had been in a bit of a commotion, quickly calmed down again.

The night is getting deeper, and there are very few stars in the night sky of the capital of abundance.

The night shrouded the heavens and the earth, and the five fingers could not be seen even when the hand was stretched out in the dark.

Accustomed to the brilliant light of the city's neon, in the wilderness shrouded in such a dark and monotonous night, everyone did not feel the slightest sleep.

There was not much fuel piled up under the iron pot, and it could barely sustain the flames as small as fluorescent.

The broth in the iron pot boiled pot after pot, and finally the bottom of the pot was exposed.

Among the survivors, all the teachers, including Teacher Wu and Vice Principal Zhang, gathered around the iron pot at this time.

Luo Qi and Li Fatzi, as well as three people who were looking for the sparse fire and had just come over, also gathered around the iron pot with a lunch box containing soup.

"I don't know how the whole of China is doing now."

"But we have to be united."

Mr. Wu took off his glasses without lenses and threw them into the fire under the pot.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, and turned his head to look at Luo Qi beside him.

I said...... That who ......"

"Old Wu."

Facing Teacher Wu's gaze, Luo Qi raised her eyebrows slightly, and said in a flat tone: "You just call me Xiao Luo." ”

"Okay."

Teacher Wu's face was a little helpless, and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm not too old, though."

"You can just call me Wu Jin."

"Oh."

Luo Qi nodded.

"So."

Teacher Wu turned his head and moved his gaze from Luo Qi to Li Fatzi beside him.

"You ......"

"Hey!"

Li Yuangang jumped up and decisively interrupted Wu Jin's words.

"You guys, just call me Chubby."

Hearing this, everyone around the iron pot laughed.

"Ahem."

Zhang Chunjun covered his mouth with his hands and coughed softly twice.

The majesty that the old man had accumulated over the years was still there, and the laughter that was transmitted in the air immediately weakened a lot.

"Xiao Wu, let's get down to business."

Hearing this, Wu Jin glanced at the anxious Li Fatzi meaningfully, then turned his face away and nodded towards Vice Principal Zhang.

"Okay."

"First of all, let's talk about this disaster."