There are little zombies at home

After getting to know each other, the staff briefly explained the process of tomorrow's recording. Zhong Jing listened carefully, but he glanced sideways at the little zombie who was groping his belly on the seat, and decided to go back and give him extra lessons.

At the end of the dinner, Shang Bei Da and Huang Qi came late. Hearing that Bai Qingge left early because he was going to take a beauty sleep, Shang Bei Da squatted in the corner with his bowl in his hands and began to eat aggrievedly.

The little zombie looked at him pitifully, pinched half of the tomato he hadn't finished eating, threw it into his bowl steadily, and then showed a friendly smile.

When Shang Beida faced the little zombie's glowing white teeth, he wanted to cry without tears. How could he sneer at giving him a tomato?

Zhong Jing saw Shang Beida's thoughts, reached out and touched the head of his little zombie, stood up simply and said: "Since the process has been finished, let's go back to sleep."

"Yeah!" The little zombie nodded vigorously, anyway, to him, everything Zhong Jing said was right!

Thinking that they were going out at six o'clock tomorrow morning, the staff didn't stop them, and kindly asked them if they wanted to wake them up.

"No need, he will call me." Zhong Jing waved his hand and glanced at the little zombie beside him, the meaning was obvious.

Without waiting for the staff to continue talking, Zhong Jing dragged the little zombie out of the box, leaving only a group of people looking at each other, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Wait, why do Xiao Zhong and Fugui share the same room?" Finally one of them saw the clue.

"Oh, because Fugui gave me his room." Huang Qi, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, replied without raising his head. The program team arranged big bed rooms for the guests, but only standard rooms for their assistants. , There are better options, of course, I will not settle for it.

After the words fell, everyone on the field fell silent, the big bed room, the call to get up, and the two of them living together, it really must be that.

So just as Zhong Jing and the little zombie had just returned to their room, the staff of the program team began to imagine the relationship between the two.

The N city where they recorded is a city with a huge temperature difference between morning and evening. Even in early autumn, the temperature in the early morning is lower than ten degrees.

The little zombie got up early in the morning, afraid that his temperature would freeze to Zhong Jing, so he simply covered Zhong Jing with the quilt, and then ravaged Zhong Jing back and forth in the quilt.

"Huh? What time is it?" Zhong Jing was used to the little zombie's wake-up call, poked his head out from under the quilt with his messy hair, and looked at the little zombie sleepily.

The little zombie knelt beside him, and when he saw Zhong Jing's appearance, his eyes glowed and he rushed forward to kiss him a few times.

Zhong Jing couldn't stop him, so he had to press his cheeks with both hands, and said: "You can't just kiss me when the recording starts later, you understand?"

The little zombie hurriedly shook his head, trying to shake off Zhong Jing's hand.

"Don't lose your temper, you can kiss as you please when you come back." Zhong Jing flexed his fingers and flicked the tip of his nose, "I won't give you tomatoes if you don't obey."

The little zombie tilted his head to think carefully, and finally compromised: "Then...you have to kiss!"

Zhong Jing instantly remembered the kiss in the corridor that day, turned up the quilt as soon as he blushed, and walked to the bathroom in a panic while saying: "You may not understand the meaning of kiss, the person you kiss should be the person you like with each other ...or zombies."

The little zombie looked back at him silently, and when he saw his figure disappear, he lowered his head and whispered in a low voice, "But I like you."

But you probably don't like me, so you don't want me to kiss you.

The farce in the early morning did not abate until they went out. Zhong Jing still thought that the little zombie would take the initiative to come over to coax him, but he didn't know that the little zombie himself was in a tangle, and he didn't understand that they had entered a cold war.

As a person around them, Huang Qi saw that the little zombie was absent-minded, and saw Zhong Jing sneaking glances at the little zombie several times, and probably guessed their state at the moment, so he adjusted the atmosphere with a dry smile and said, "What did you eat this morning?" ? The soup dumplings in N City are delicious."

"Ah!" The little zombie raised his head suddenly, carefully took out two cherry tomatoes from his pants pocket, bit half of one before replying, "I forgot to eat it."

Huang Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, wondering if you usually stuff tomatoes in your trouser pocket, no wonder there are always some weird red spots on your trousers.

"What about you?" Huang Qi poked Zhong Jing with his hand again, seeing his dull face, it was clear that he was not listening at all.

"What?" Zhong Jing raised his eyes to look at Huang Qi before he realized it, then peeked at the little zombie again, buried his head and said, "Someone forgot to prepare my breakfast."

The little zombie pursed his mouth, reached out to the other pocket of his trousers, took out two boiled eggs, and handed them directly to Zhong Jing, "Here."

Zhong Jing didn't take it, but met his gaze directly, "Are you still angry?"

The little zombie was stopped by his question, his eyes were full of doubts and he tilted his head, "I'm not angry."

Zhong Jing was even more confused, and complained: "You are not angry, why don't you talk to me all the time, and you still have a dark face."

"I'm not angry, my face is very pale." The little zombie corrected Zhong Jing seriously, "And you are the one who ignores me first."

"It's you!" Zhong Jing retorted.

"you!"

……

Huang Qi got a headache from their quarrel, turned his head to look at the blushing man with a thick neck, and thought that love really makes people stupid.

Two hours later, the cars of several guests all drove to their destination together, and the temperature also picked up a bit.

Zhong Jing took off his down vest casually, and in a blink of an eye saw the little zombie still wearing a large white padded jacket, and hurriedly beckoned him to come over and change.

The director not far away sat behind the camera and shouted loudly with a walkie-talkie in his hand: "Assemble, come and assemble."

So, just as Zhong Jing put on the sweater for the little zombie, he hastily dragged him to stand in the open space.

Although "Forty Thousand Kilometers" is a travel program, the highlight is group travel, which allows the audience to see the collision of people with different personalities during the travel. At the same time, competitive levels are set up during the travel to make the journey more exciting and the program more exciting. observability.

That's why the guests have just assembled, and they have to divide into two groups to form their own teams.

Zhong Jing and the little zombie naturally formed a group, and the remaining four considered that they would live in a tent at night, and it would be inconvenient for the opposite sex to form a team, so they simply divided them into two groups according to gender.

Because this time the recording was only for two days and one night, the program team did not allow them to bring their personal luggage. Instead, each person was given a mountaineering bag equipped with tents, flints, climbing ropes and other tools needed for wild survival.

Shang Beida took the lead to open the mountaineering bag, turned around for a while before asking the director, "Director, there is no food, do you want us to drink northwest wind?"

Hearing what he said, Xi Yang couldn't help but poked his head over to look at it, and echoed in a low voice, "There's really no food, why don't we let us hunt?"

On the other side, Gu Bao and Bai Qingge also yelled out in surprise after flipping through the mountaineering bag, "Director, there is no makeup remover in the bag, what should we do with the makeup on our faces?"

The director crossed his legs and did not answer. Instead, he looked at Zhong Jing and the little zombie, "What about you? Are you okay?"

The only problem that Zhong Jing was worried about was already yelled out by Shang Bei, so he shook his head at this time, expressing that he had no extra problems.

The little zombie shook his body and took out two tomatoes, proud that he still had food on him, looking funny and cute.

"The program team will distribute 200 yuan to each team later, as your food expenses for the two days." After the director said, a staff member walked towards them with red envelopes.

Shangbei University got the money, and immediately smiled, "Enough is enough! 200 yuan is enough for me to eat instant noodles for more than ten days!"

The director smiled at him meaningfully, pointed to the nearby small supermarket, and said nothing more.

Zhong Jing always felt that the director's smile was not simple, but he followed them into the supermarket together, and before he could look at the shelves, Shang Beida, who was walking the fastest, yelled, "No way, a bucket of instant noodles here costs Thirty? Make money!"

"Things are rare and precious, and scenic spots are like this." Gu Bao beside him shrugged, as if he had already guessed the director's routine.

Bai Qingge also sighed helplessly, then discussed with Gu Bao in a low voice which food to buy would be more cost-effective.

Zhong Jing ignored them, and led the little zombie to the vegetable and fruit area. Fortunately, the tomatoes here are not expensive, but they don't look too fresh.

"Only two days?" Zhong Jing asked casually, choosing tomatoes for the little zombie according to the number.

The little zombie hugged his other arm and nodded. Anyway, the last thing he drank was juice, so it doesn't matter if he looks good or not!

At this moment, Xi Yang's timid voice sounded behind them, "Um... are you going to eat fruit to fill your stomach?"

Zhong Jing turned around in surprise, "Why didn't you go buy instant noodles with Shang Peking University?"

"Oh, because I've never eaten instant noodles." Xi Yang smiled shyly, "Besides, there is no hot water in the wild, so the noodles must not taste good. I saw you coming this way, and I thought you would have something different. idea."

"The tomatoes are for him to eat." Zhong Jingyan explained succinctly, saying that he had enough tomatoes, and went to the other side to get instant noodles, "Actually, there is this self-heating instant food product now, you can try it."

"Wow!" Xi Yang leaned his head over to look, as if he had never seen this kind of food.

The little zombie was pushed aside by Xi Yang's body, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he grabbed Xi Yang's arm and bit him.

"Oh!" Xi Yang was bitten by him and jumped, his expression was also puzzled.

"Hmph." The little zombie narrowed his nose, glared at him, and then dragged Zhong Jing, who had already finished his food, to the cashier.

Xi Yang stood on the spot and touched his arm, and then touched his head in a sudden realization, "Oh, it's shining again by accident."

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