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Fu Qitang accidentally learned that Gong Zijun had been out of school for two years before he got on the bus, and he hadn't even finished high school, so he felt complicated for a while.

In his view, people can have no diplomas, but they cannot be educated.

They can't be trapped on the train forever, sooner or later, they will leave here one day and return to the real world.He hoped that by that time, Gong Zijun would have more choices, instead of only returning to the original life trajectory.

After some thinking, Fu Qitang made up his mind to personally solve the academic problems of this older out-of-school child, even though he himself had graduated from university for several years, and had long forgotten what was taught in high school classes.

So he turned around and collected a lot of teaching materials from a dungeon, and gave Gong Zijun one-on-one tutoring on a daily basis, even when he was downloading the dungeon.

Gong Zijun doesn't care much, he is not interested in studying, but he has such a strong interest in Fu Qitang that he himself finds it incomprehensible.So as long as the two of them are together, he is happy no matter what he does.

What's more, it is impossible for adults to study purely. In other words, two adults who love each other will become very restless if they study together.

After the restlessness was over, Fu Qitang tried to stay awake in the trembling aftertaste, and with great perseverance and high professionalism drove himself out of bed, picked up the homework written by Gong Zijun and carefully corrected it against the supplementary materials.

Gong Zijun leaned against the head of the bed, a few strands of sweat-wet hair stuck to his forehead, he wanted to smoke a little, but in the end he just twirled his fingers, and his eyes fell on the figure gently.

"The correct rate is good this time." After a while, after checking the answers, Fu Qitang wrote "85" on the front of the paper with a red pen, then turned to look at Gong Zijun, "There is progress."

"Is there any reward?" Gong Zijun asked with a smile.

"Didn't you advance the reward just now?" Fu Qitang said with staring eyes, rolled up the book and twitched Gong Zijun's arm lightly, "Surprise inspection and recitation! Recite the poem I talked about last time. Listen."

Gong Zijun paused, then lowered his eyes, as if thinking.

"No way, it's only been a few days and I forgot? Shall I get you some brain-boosting food later?" Fu Qitang deliberately teased him, picking up the Chinese book on the other side and flipping to the catalogue. .In fact, he himself didn't remember very clearly, so he was going to take a look and remind Gong Zijun.

"Tonight, even if there is a landslide or an earthquake / At most fall into your low basin / Let the flag and the bronze trumpet be raised on the plateau..."

While turning the pages of the book, before Fu Qitang's gaze landed on a certain line of text, Gong Zijun suddenly spoke.

His voice was very low and slightly hoarse, like an arc drawn by a magnetic needle on a plastic disc.

"At least the six-foot rhythm is us / At least you are completely mine before sunrise / Still creamy, still soft, still scalding..."

Fu Qitang froze for a moment, feeling something was wrong, and muttered to himself: "Why do I remember that it wasn't like this at the beginning, did I remember wrongly?"

Gong Zijun heard it, but he only curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued to spit out more moist sentences from his two thin lips.

"A pure and refined madness..."

"Let night and death be at the edge of darkness/Launch the thousandth siege of eternity..."

The movement of turning over the book suddenly stopped, and Fu Qitang looked towards Gong Zijun in disbelief.

At first he didn't remember this poem, mainly because Gong Zijun recited it from the middle, but if he couldn't remember it after hearing this, he would be a teacher in vain.

Basin, rhythm, creaminess and softness... does Gong Zijun know what he is memorizing!

Where did I learn this poem secretly!

Fu Qitang's lips moved, for a moment he didn't know whether he should be shocked by whether Gong Zijun was reciting erotic poems or whether Gong Zijun was stealing erotic poems, his expression was very complicated.

When Gong Zijun recited the last sentence slowly, and the last word fell in the air like a feather, Fu Qitang was already red from neck to forehead.

He pretended to be calm and looked at Gong Zijun, but felt his throat was itchy, coughed lightly to suppress the heat and commotion, and then muttered: "I didn't teach you this."

Gong Zijun stared at him, and said "Yes" with a smile. Now that the natural hooligan look can be seen for the first time, he had to ask Fu Qitang, "Am I reciting it correctly?"

Fu Qitang is still a thin-skinned person in most cases, especially in this situation, he and Gong Zijun are still a teacher-student relationship, so he is even more embarrassed to discuss this with Gong Zijun, deliberately keeping a straight face Said: "I don't know, I don't know how to do this one."

Gong Zijun smiled, took his hand and brought him down on the bed.

On the soft bed, he pressed against Fu Qitang's ear, breathing warm and moist.

"I'll teach you. But why don't you call the teacher first?"

"Did you start dreaming while it was still daylight?"

"Oh, so do something else?"

"..."

Fu Qitang hesitated for two seconds, then said enthusiastically, "Come on."

The two hearts beat with a layer of flesh and blood, and gradually synchronized.

……

The sixth fragment.

A huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and a deafening explosion sounded from the end of the block, and the ground trembled accordingly.

There are all kinds of pungent smells in the air.

Gollum-

A transparent can rolled out of the smoke and continued along the concrete road until it was picked up by a hand.

"What is it?" Fu Qitang came from behind and took a look with his head. Inside were yellow candies with a thin layer of powdered sugar on the surface, which looked quite attractive, "Orange jelly candy ?It seems that this is the only 'orphan product' left after the factory explosion."

The dungeon they entered this time is called Sweet Paradise, and the main scope of activity is a candy factory, which is a bit like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but it is darker and more terrifying—after entering the dungeon, players will unknowingly lose all their Positive emotions and happy memories gradually turned into despair and pain, and eventually even the soul was stripped, and the whole person was assimilated by the copy, completely becoming an NPC without thoughts and feelings, working mechanically on the assembly line to produce candy.

Every candy has a touch of soul, which makes it extra sweet and alluring.

The dungeon was not difficult. After the loss of two people, the remaining people successfully broke the situation on the third day, all the way to the core of the factory, and eliminated all the machines that were extracted, crushed, and filled with souls, as well as the few ghosts that were kept next to them.

"What's your expression? Could it be that you want to have a taste?" Seeing that he was still holding the transparent sugar bowl, Fu Qitang said cautiously.

Gong Zijun was noncommittal, but shook the sugar bowl in his hand slightly.

In the next second, a system message popped up in the barrage.

[Congratulations to Passenger Gong Zijun for obtaining a special plot prop - Tangerine Sticky]

Fu Qitang was stunned for a moment, "...what the hell?"

It's hard to imagine that there would be a prop called "Orange Sticky", which is a bit outrageous.

It's not a serious prop at first glance.

Gong Zijun quickly glanced at the item description that only the owner of the item could see, and his expression brightened instantly, "Literally, the person who eats candy will stick to me, and he will go wherever I go. Is it on the train or in the copy."

Fu Qitang immediately realized the nature of the candy, couldn't help laughing, and asked deliberately: "How about eating it before the next instance starts?"

"Of course I will go to the same instance as me." Gong Zijun said, shaking the transparent sugar bowl again, his tone was quite meaningful, "It seems that I am not the one who is going to take a sip."

Fu Qitang: "..."

……

The seventh fragment.

Dark skies, ruined cities.

A dungeon world named "God's Feast".

A red car was randomly parked in the middle of the road, and thick smoke was coming out of the gap in the hood.

"help me……"

A man's weak voice came from inside the car, and then a bloody arm suddenly protruded from the shattered window glass, desperately stretching forward.

It's not hard to imagine that something terrible has happened to the owner of this arm and he's calling for help!

But there was only silence in response to him.

A moment later, another gray-white arm covered with bluish-purple scars also stretched out from the car. It accurately grasped the front arm, and then pulled it back violently.

"Ahhh-!"

A painful howl broke out in the car, and at the same time, the body began to shake violently, but in just a blink of an eye, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

A few minutes later, the car door opened, and a young girl with short ear-length hair and a uniform skirt got out of the car.

The clothes on her chest were soaked in blood, which set off the black bow originally worn at the neckline even more strangely.

When the girl got out of the car, she first turned her neck stiffly, making a tooth-piercing clicking sound, and then turned her head 180 degrees abruptly. A pair of pure black eyes without any white were fixed on the road at the end of the street. A certain house, the corners of the mouth are grinning to the sides, gradually extending behind the ears.

"It smells so good..." she murmured while twitching her nose, a large amount of saliva dripped from between her teeth, and landed sticky on her chest, mixed with blood.

At the end of the street, a window was quietly closed.

"It's strange, it's gone, the food disappeared..." The girl's nose twitched again, her expression seemed to be very confused, her pure black eyes blinked, she took a step, and stumbled towards the house .

Along the way she passed more unowned cars covered in dried blood.The doors of shops or private houses on both sides of the street were all open, and the inside was in a mess.

When passing by a private lawn that had been abandoned for a long time, a figure was lying on the ground with his back to the girl.

Hearing the movement, the figure turned around slowly, staring at the girl with pure black eyes, under him was a half-eaten corpse, and a large number of blowflies were buzzing around, as if dissatisfied with the girl Interrupted myself to enjoy a delicious meal.

The girl is not interested in the rotting and smelly corpse, she has just completed the "transformation" and needs fresher flesh and blood to fill the hunger and thirst in her stomach.

She continued to stagger toward the end of the street.

"I'm so hungry, Xiaoxi is so hungry, I want to eat, eat delicious food..."

In the basement of the house, Fu Qitang pressed a button to close a window on the second floor, half turned around and said helplessly to Gong Zijun, "Sun Zelin is dead."

Half a month ago, when the player entered the dungeon called "God's Feast", they immediately realized that the map this time turned out to be a city abandoned by human civilization.

A certain kind of plague broke out in this city, and hundreds of thousands of people turned into something like zombies in the plague. They feed on human flesh and blood, retain part of their thinking ability, and a few have terrible abilities .

They call themselves godwalkers, and ordinary humans are only worthy of being their delicacies.

The player's task is to find the first person infected with the plague, which is the beginning of everything and the end of everything.

One can imagine the difficulty of finding a thinking zombie in a prefecture-level city.

A dozen or so players had to be divided into several teams, each responsible for an area, otherwise they would have to stay in this instance for several months or even longer, and there was a high possibility that they would also be infected with the plague and turn into zombies.

Half an hour ago, Sun Zelin, who was originally searching in another area, seemed to have encountered some kind of difficulty, so he called to join Fu Qitang, and with him was newcomer Zheng Xiaoxi.

Fu Qitang agreed and told them his address.

Unexpectedly, only half an hour later, he witnessed the process of Zheng Xiaoxi turning into a zombie, killing and devouring Sun Zelin not far from home.

Gong Zijun, who was burying his head in a book and concentrating on reading it, let out a "hmm" when he heard the words, and did not hide his indifference at all.

He was wearing a black round-neck T-shirt, the neckline revealing the arc of his collarbone. Because he had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and a drop of water fell tremblingly, leaving a small patch on his shoulder. watermark.

Fu Qitang sighed, turned around and walked towards Gong Zijun.

The basement they chose to live in is a large basement that the previous owner converted from a garage.It's a pity that when Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun found him, he had already turned into a zombie and ate up his wife and two children.

Fu Qitang passed a fan-shaped sandpit, some toys were scattered in it, and it was obvious that this place was once a small paradise for the two children.Also in the room was a black petrol can that served as a coffee table, with two empty beer glasses on it.

There was no more beer in the house, and they shared the last can they found last night.

"Zheng Xiaoxi is coming soon." Walking to Gong Zijun, Fu Qitang stretched out his hand to hold down the book he was reading, and coughed lightly, "She turned into a zombie and ate Sun Zelin."

Gong Zijun looked up at Fu Qitang, smiled suddenly, pulled the hand that was on the page to his lips, kissed him infinitely tenderly, and raised his head again with a smile on his face, "So?"

"so?"

"What does their life and death have to do with me, as long as you are fine."

What a feral wolf cub.

"Is that what I taught you? No one will always be an individual. We all rely on the outside world and interaction with others to exist." Fu Qitang pulled back his hand and hit him, his voice full of helplessness, "Especially Here, anyone's death hurts you, and you are connected with all human beings."

When he said these words, he didn't expect Gong Zijun to repent, it was just out of habit, so he said it when he thought about it.

He wants Gong Zijun to love the world, and at the same time perceive the love that the world gives back, but it doesn't matter if Gong Zijun doesn't want to, and he loves him.

Then, Fu Qitang took away the book he had been reading from Gong Zijun's hand, wanting to see what book made him so absorbed in reading it, when he turned to the cover, his expression froze, and he said incredulously: "Good guy , you are actually memorizing words?"