Undercover Penguin Gang

Han Zhen finally swallowed the biscuit with snow water.

He drank up the little hot water in the thermos as soon as he woke up. Fortunately, the snow in Antarctica is less polluted, so it would be fine to drink it directly without distillation.

...It's just too cold.

Professor Han said that in the icy and snowy environment of Antarctica, it is really crazy to distribute some heat to the ice water in the stomach!

Shh, civilized people, don't swear.

In order to store heat, he hugged his knees and curled up into a ball, buried most of his face in the collar of his winter jacket, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed and blinked from time to time to prove that he was still asleep.

"Are you cold?" Shawart sat on the side, seeing that he seemed to be very cold, and asked with concern.

It's quite cold.Han Zhen couldn't help but smile wryly, and the ice water he drank just now made his stomach twist and turn very uncomfortable.

"……fine."

However, he did not say that he was uncomfortable, but habitually smiled at Shavert, not wanting to worry the little penguin.

Just because his mouth was covered by his collar, his voice sounded muffled, not at all clear as usual, but like an old man.

Schwart shrugged. Han Zhen was obviously not telling the truth. Although he is not a human being, he can still tell if his physical condition is good or bad. You can see that Han Zhen's face is pale now, and his eyes are not bright at all. It must be nothing. good condition.

He sighed silently, turned his head and looked at the sky outside the cave, only to see that the sunlight had basically dissipated, and the light in the cave gradually became dim.

Antarctic night is finally here.

Looking back at Han Zhen, Shawart thought for a while and said, "If it's cold, go to the sleeping bag."

"……sleeping bag?"

Han Zhen blinked blankly - I'm sorry, Professor Han's brain was frozen a little bit dull, and it took him a few seconds to finally remember - that's right!sleeping bag!How could he have forgotten, and the sleeping bag that Shavert had given him!

But speaking of sleeping bags...

"Oops! Shavert, I forgot to take it!"

Han Zhen slapped his head and jumped up from the ground, almost hitting his head again.

"Did you forget to collect it?"

Shawart was also stunned. He remembered that Han Zhen took the sleeping bag out in the afternoon and said that he would dry it in the sun. Didn't he collect it in time?

The temperature in Antarctica is not much warmer at noon, let alone at night. If Han Zhen's sleeping bag had been aired out from the afternoon until now, even if it had accumulated a little heat from the sun, it would have been diffused long ago.

But Han Zhen didn't have time to think so much, he quickly put on his hat, and ran out staggeringly regardless of his stomach ache.

"Shavot, I'm going to pack my sleeping bag—"

Shawart: "..."

In fact, he really wanted to tell Han Zhen that there was no need to be in such a hurry, because even if it was a few minutes later, his sleeping bag would not be cooler than it is now.

But judging by the speed at which Han Zhen rushed out just now, he must have been a hundred meters away by now, and it would be hell if he could still hear him talking.

Shawart sighed for a while, the potential of human beings is really great, obviously one second he was so uncomfortable that his complexion turned pale and he looked like he didn't even want to speak, but the next second he can run faster than a rabbit.

Facts have proved that Shavert's prediction was right.

"Ah, it's really cold..."

When Han Zhen came back, he was holding a big bulging sleeping bag in his arms, panting non-stop, his pale cheeks were stained with two blushes from the intense running, which looked pretty good, but his expression was very annoyed .

"I went too late, and a layer of icicles was frozen on the sleeping bag. I shook them for a long time before shaking them off."

Shawart got up and walked over, stretched out his wings and touched the surface of the sleeping bag.

Well, it's quite cold, and it feels a little damp.

"Can't use it?"

Han Zhen pondered for a while, then shook out the sleeping bag and spread it on the ground, saying: "This is not true, I just checked the ingredients, the outer fabric of this sleeping bag is 100% nylon, nylon is waterproof, as long as there is no moisture inside It doesn't matter."

Shawart half-understood, there are too many strange compounds of human beings, and he has never been able to remember clearly, but since Han Zhen said it was fine, it should be fine.

He stood beside the sleeping bag, sat down on the spot, and said, "Let's hang it out for a while before going to sleep."

"it is good."

Han Zhen didn't want to go to bed so early, after all, it was only after eight o'clock, and Professor Han's biological clock usually didn't go to bed until ten o'clock, if he lay down for a long time and couldn't sleep, Schwart would sit next to him all the time , that should...how embarrassing.

"Why don't we chat, how about?"

Anyway, being idle was boring, so Han Zhen walked up to Shawart, sat down cross-legged face to face, and began chatting with the little penguin about the homework.

Shawart raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

Han Zhen shook his head and said, "It's not uncomfortable anymore."

But after a pause, he suddenly got up, moved to Shawart's side, and hugged him closely, and said with a smile: "Actually, my stomach still feels a little uncomfortable, why don't you let me hold you?" Keep me warm."

As he said that, he directly opened his hands, hugged Shawart's broad and round waist, and rubbed his cheek against the fur around his neck.

Shawart: "..." You're really blunt.

"You seem to like my hair very much." Seeing Han Zhen rubbing his hair happily, Shawart also had a little smile in his eyes.

"Yes." Han Zhen confessed to this, "I have liked small furry animals since I was a child. Anyone who has a kitten or a dog will go to see it, but unfortunately I have never raised one."

So instead of his fur, he likes all fur?

The smile disappeared, and Schwarte's face turned dark immediately.

And because his face was buried in the furry neck, Han Zhen didn't notice Shawart's unhappiness, and continued: "I remember when I was in elementary school, a female classmate's female rabbit gave birth to three little rabbits, chubby She is so cute, I follow her home every day after school to see the little rabbit, making people think I have a crush on her."

Perhaps because the subject is a penguin, Professor Han has no psychological burden at all when talking about his black history.

"What does secret love mean?" Shavert asked suddenly.

"Secret love is, uh..." Professor Han froze.

It's strange, I didn't feel any embarrassment when I said it just now, why is it so awkward when Schwart asks...

But looking at Shawart's expression as if he really didn't know, Han Zhen thought about his words and explained: "Crushing love is... um, liking, secretly liking, like I like you, but I won't tell you like this. "

Shawart let out a long "Oh" and asked again: "Then do you have a crush on her?"

"……Do not."

Han Zhen was a little helpless, he didn't know how the topic turned to the secret love.

Shawart nodded thoughtfully, and said, "So you don't have a crush on her, but a crush on her rabbit."

Han Zhen: "..." He really doesn't want to continue this topic anymore!

So before Shawart asked the next question, Han Zhen decisively changed the subject.

"By the way, I heard you mention Grandpa Donald many times before, but I didn't see him at dinner. Is he the Adélie penguin I saw sunbathing on the beach?"

Shawart recalled for a while, as if there were a few penguins basking in the sun before they slid down the snow slope, so he nodded and said, "Well, Grandpa Donald is the only Adélie penguin here, and he is quite old. big."

Han Zhen seemed to be very interested in Grandpa Donald, and said, "No wonder Edward said he didn't want to come out. Older people are generally more afraid of the cold."

Xia Wo Te: "..." You are too kind Han Zhen, you are the only one who can believe his nonsense.

But seeing Han Zhen's serious face, Schwart endured it, and finally did not expose the sloppy behavior of Grandpa Donald on weekdays.

Shawart thought unkindly: Anyway, Han Zhen will live here for a long time, and he has plenty of time to slowly discover the true face of Grandpa Donald by himself.

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"Do not you go to sleep?"

Seeing that the light in the cave was getting dimmer and the wind blowing in was getting colder and colder, Schwart felt that if Han Zhen didn't get into the sleeping bag, he might really be freezing.

Han Zhen withdrew his hand knowingly, and looked at his watch by the light, it was just after nine o'clock.

Although he still doesn't feel much sleepy now, he was afraid that he would disrupt the little penguin's normal routine, and it was too cold to sit here, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I'm going to sleep."

After taking off the heavy winter clothes, Han Zhen took out a lighter down jacket from his backpack and put it on, took off his glasses, and climbed into the sleeping bag tremblingly.

Schwart you lie, you are not warm at all...

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Although the sleeping bag is made of down, but due to the long-term aging, and the oolong caused by drying the quilt in the afternoon, Han Zhen felt as if he was lying on ice, and the only bit of heat was absorbed.

The most important thing is that after being so cold, his unsatisfactory stomach began to ache again.

"Why do you need to change clothes?"

Seeing that Han Zhen was already lying down, Shawart followed him to a rock not far from him and stopped.

He is usually used to standing on this rock to sleep.

"It's my thickest clothes." Han Zhen sniffed, and said in the sleeping bag, "If I wear it and lie in the sleeping bag, I will catch a cold tomorrow morning."

Shawart nodded when he heard the words, waited for a while, and didn't listen to Han Zhen's words, and then remembered that the cave was dark, and Han Zhen couldn't see clearly what he did, so he said "um" again, Said that he knew.

"Are you just standing there and sleeping?"

Han Zhen huddled into a ball, his teeth chattering a little. Looking at the blurred silhouette of Shawart on the rock, he suddenly missed the warmth when he hugged the big furball just now.

"Ah."

Shawart responded. He thought that Han Zhen was a little nervous sleeping in the cave for the first time. After thinking for a while, he jumped off the low rock, wobbled to stand beside Han Zhen, and said, "I Sleep here."

With himself by his side, Han Zhen should not be afraid.

He found a comfortable position, buried his head in the white feathers on his chest, and was about to sleep when he suddenly felt his wings being tugged.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Zhen sitting half up from his sleeping bag, with one hand still holding the tip of his wing.

"what happened?"

Shawart frowned, would Han Zhen still be afraid when he stood beside him?

Han Zhen licked his lips, retracted his hand in embarrassment, and asked hesitantly, "Um...Xiawote, do penguins have to sleep standing up?"

Shawart tilted his head, puzzled by his question.

How can penguins sleep without standing up?

I really don't know what strange things are thinking in this human's mind.

In the dark environment, Han Zhen couldn't see Xiawote's expression clearly. Seeing that he didn't say a word, he whispered guiltyly: "Then what, if you don't have to stand...Xiawote, can you come in and accompany me?"

It's not that he's hypocritical, but it's really too cold without a little penguin's quilt!If he continues to sleep like this, he will be damned if he can sleep!