High school science students save the world

The author has something to say: This chapter is warm and affectionate!! Valentine’s Day benefits~ It’s so sad to save it. QAQ girls, please don’t carelessly click on the favorites!

Song Ci thought of those colorful cherry blossoms. According to legend, cherry blossoms can drive people crazy.

The group stopped talking, Lu Weiming drank tea slowly, but Yang Yan seemed not used to it, so he took a sip and put it aside.

He was lying on the tatami, looking at the dim light, and the little moths in the early spring evening were swaying around the lampshade, and finally pounced in, and saw the lamp oil flashing, and with a soft "puff", their bodies exploded. open.

Looking at the light, Yang Yan was a little disheartened.

He thought: "Why should I be trapped in this kind of place, listening to a group of guys who seem to be human and non-human, ghosts and non-ghosts? I am not from the earth, why should I fight for their survival? As for the mother in the corner Xing, I haven't seen it when I opened my eyes in this life, so what do you care about?"

Lu Weiming is for the earth, Song Ci and Tan Zheng are for the planet α-Instrand, what about him?

Yang Yan felt that his life was worthless. He first became an ordinary and stupid kid, and then was picked up by the Gardeners to become a scavenger, disposing of human remains for them.

"I have never lived for myself." Yang Yan thought.

Such a life is meaningless.

He tilted his head and looked up at Tan Zheng, who was kneeling on the cushion sitting upright, holding a teacup and slowly sipping.

One sentence suddenly touched his heart, he stretched out his hand and tugged on Tan Zheng's sleeve, and Tan Zheng looked back at him suspiciously with those big beautiful eyes.

Yang Yan laughed lowly: "You guy, do you like me?"

Qin Zheng didn't respond, his only reaction was to shake his hands and splash the tea on himself and Yang Yan. Yang Yan jumped up with a "hiss", and ran out grinningly to find Huaye for a towel.

Tuliu Tanzheng stayed in the room, facing Lu Weiming and Song Ci at a loss, with a head hanging down like a little sparrow who only made mistakes.

Girl Song Ci covered her face over there, "嘤嘤嘤": "What about morals? Have you considered the feeling of being single?"

Lu Weiming took advantage of the opportunity and touched Song Ci's hand: "I'm single too."

Song Ci raised her eyebrows: "Master Lu still lacks a woman?"

Lu Weiming smiled and said: "The most indispensable thing in this world is a woman—if you insist on demeaning yourself."

Song Ci couldn't help laughing, and even though Lu Weiming held her hand, the two of them showed affection to themselves.

Until Yang Yan returned to the room, Qin Zheng still bowed his head in silence, his ears were as red as the red sunset glow in the east.

Yang Yan patted him on the shoulder and found that he was stiff, so he held back his smile and pretended to be serious and said, "It's time to eat."

Huaye stood behind, smiling at them charmingly.

Dinner is wood bud field music, fried chicken, miso soup and unknown weeds, and plum rice balls.

The four of them ate it reluctantly. It wasn't particularly appetizing but it wasn't too bad. Yang Yan was not used to the miso soup, but the fried chicken was dipped in a special spice from the countryside, and it tasted delicious.

During the meal, Tan Zheng knelt on the mat stiffly all the time, his back stretched straight, as if he would jump up nervously if he poked him casually.

Yang Yan didn't expect him to react so strongly that he didn't dare to make trouble with him.

The night life in the country is very boring - or not at all. When it gets dark, even the dim oil lamp is listless, as if urging them to go to bed early.

The bandits are actually very dissatisfied with them, but under the threat of Huaye, they have no choice but to arrange their sleeping place honestly.

Lu Weiming sat on the ground with big thorns, drank the muddy wine, and his peach blossom eyes were full of red mist.

I just heard the flamboyant elite man say, "Song Ci and I can sleep in the same room."

Song Ci tilted her head to look at him, with two sweet dimples at the corners of her mouth, but she didn't object.

There was still one room that was originally used as a utility room, where Tan Zheng and Yang Yan were naturally sleeping.

When Yang Yan came out of the shower, the quilts for the two of them had already been spread, and Tan Zheng hid his whole body, including his head, under the quilt, which looked like a small arched hill.

Yang Yan remembered the day at the base, they were still sleeping on the same bed.

He sighed, unable to understand Tan Zheng's attitude, walked over to lift up his quilt, saw Tan Zheng staring at him with wide eyes, and then quickly looked away.

"Stuffing your head in it will cause you to lack oxygen, and if you lack oxygen, you will become stupid."

Yang Yan muttered a few words as if explaining, but Tan Zheng turned his back and ignored him.

Yang Yan couldn't figure it out, so he had no choice but to shrink into the quilt and go to sleep.

The night in the valley is very cool.

There are no lights installed in the utility room, no artificial lights, only a faint moonlight, rushing in from the half-closed window, running around happily, illuminating people in a panic.

Tan Zheng was woken up by a small sound.

He fumbled around in a daze, it was empty, Tan Zheng couldn't help but his heart tightened, half of the daze he had just woken up was woken up by fright.

Looking up, Yang Yan woke up at some point and was standing in front of the window for an unknown how long.

Seeing Tan Zheng awake, he greeted him with a smile, turned and opened the wooden windows, propping them up with brackets.

Tan Zheng didn't expect the moon to be so bright tonight.

The moon is so bright and round, it hangs high in the blue sky but seems to be within reach, the pouring moonlight splashes onto Yang Yan's eyelashes—from Tan Zheng's perspective, he happens to be able to see Yang Yan Leaning at him with a smile that wasn't a smile, the moonlight falling on the eyelashes fell all the way down and finally flew out obliquely, faintly like shining teardrops.

Qin Zheng felt his head was in a daze.

He got up from the mattress and walked to Yang Yan's side, he felt that everything was strange, but he still approached Yang Yan, Yang Yan looked at him with a smile.

Tan Zheng turned his eyes away and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Yan didn't answer.

Qin Zheng waited for a while, and finally couldn't help but look back at him, only to find that Yang Yan was staring at him without blinking.

His throat tightened and his heart beat like thunder, but he still forced himself to ask calmly, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Yan shook his head slowly, and when Tan Zheng was puzzled, he suddenly leaned over. Tan Zheng stared blankly at the suddenly enlarged face, and Yang Yan made a soft sound like a cat scratching.

"I like you."

Qin Zheng felt his head thump, and in the twilight brilliance of the dusk, the phrase "Do you like me" that Yang Yan said with a smile mixed with it.

He felt his mouth was dry and his tongue was stiff. It took Tan Zheng a long time to swallow his saliva, and he opened his mouth. When he was about to say something, Yang Yan hugged him.

"I……"

The next moment, Tan Zheng felt a sudden violent throbbing in his chest, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to his scalp like a snake.

cold.

very cold.

Tan Zheng's eyes widened almost in slow motion, and he lowered his head slowly. A dagger was stuck in his chest, where his heart was. The dagger shone silvery white under the moonlight, which hurt his eyes. .

Tan Zheng stretched out his hand, but it was all in vain. He felt powerless when he stretched halfway. Yang Yan still looked at him with a smile on his lips.

"I like you," he heard him say in a low voice, "Go to hell."

Qin Zheng fell to the ground with a "thump". The floor was very cold, but the wound suddenly became hot. Yang Yan suddenly screamed when he saw it.

"Yang—"

Yang Yan screamed with a terrified expression that he had never seen in his life. He screamed hysterically, grabbed his hair and couldn't help stepping back. Suddenly, he seemed to be tripped by something and fell to the ground.

The wound seemed to burn his skin with blood, and Tan Zheng could hardly open his eyes in pain, but he still dragged his body to Yang Yan's side with difficulty.

"Do not touch me!"

Yang Yan knocked off his hand, grabbed his head again and groaned loudly, his whole body trembled violently, Qin Zheng could hardly hold his body, Yang Yan suddenly twitched violently, with a "wow" sound He spat out a mouthful of blood, and then remained motionless under Tan Zheng's frightened eyes.

"Yang Yan!"

Tan Zheng went to feel his breath, his pulse, and his carotid artery, but they didn't move, they didn't move!

Yang Yan died.

Tan Zheng felt that he was crazy on the spot - no, he was so crazy that he didn't even realize that he was crazy.

He hugged Yang Yan's body, his arms kept closing, but his strength was still lost bit by bit. Excessive blood loss had already blurred his vision. If it wasn't for the help of αυX particles, he would have passed out long ago.

But what's the use?

Yang Yan is dead!

Tan Zheng felt himself sinking from head to toe, his mind was in a trance, a force stronger than sadness, fear and hatred captured his heart, almost tore his heart in two, Tears could not stop streaming down.

If... if...

If he didn't know something, someone opened the door in a daze, and Song Ci rushed to him anxiously and said something to him.

……What did you say?

Tan Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was Yang Yan's enlarged face. At that moment, he almost jumped up, but Yang Yan just widened his eyes when he saw him, and returned to his normal expression in the next second.

Tan Zheng felt a little embarrassed, and wanted to push Yang Yan away, but found that Yang Yan was staring at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help closing his eyes.

I just feel itching/itching on my eyelashes.

When he opened his eyes again, Yang Yan was holding up that finger, looking at him with a complicated expression.

There was a drop of his tear on his finger, which reflected the light like crystal clear dewdrops.

Only then did Tan Zheng realize that he wiped away the tears all over his face. He was so embarrassed that he lifted the quilt and buried his head in. He wiped away his tears with the quilt desperately, but Yang Yan quickly stopped him.

Tan Zheng lowered his head and didn't speak, but the tears fell so badly that after a period of silence, he felt his nose was very blocked, so he couldn't help taking a breath.

too obvious.

In the silence, there was only the sound of his sniffing, and Tan Zheng was ashamed to find a hole to bury his head in.

Yang Yan heard him say hoarsely with a slight cry: "Don't look..."

So Yang Yan hugged him.

The moment Tan Zheng hugged him, he trembled almost convulsively, and then calmed down, motionless as if dead.

I don't know how long it took, when the full moon fell from the top of the tree and was cut into countless petals by the branches, Tan Zheng felt his shoulders go numb, when there was a sudden sound.

Like a baby crying.

Yang Yan let go of him, turned around, and saw an owl standing on the window.